If Ash ever found the person who’d put that look in Danny’s eyes, he would erase him from the fabric of existence. “Look at me.”
Slowly, his gaze met Ash’s.
“Three things you see.” He didn’t pull his hand away, didn’t make Danny to release it. “My ugly mug doesn’t count.”
Not letting him name the obvious forced concentration, allowing his nervous system time to reset, to realize it wasn’t under threat.
“Beige walls,” Danny finally said. “Off-white trim. A guy in a helmet on a shelf and plenty of proof you really are a nerd.”
Ash chuckled, relieved his mate was back with him. “That guy happens to be Boba Fett. A clone of a legendary bounty hunter, Jango Fett.”
“That’s a lot of Fetts.” His grip on Ash’s wrist loosened. “I want to leave my shirt on.”
Leaning forward, Ash rubbed their noses together. “As long as you give me access to your cock, wear anything you want…except socks. Sex and socks is a hard line no man should cross.” He pursed his lips in thought. “Or sandals and socks.”
“What did socks ever do to you?” The tension in Danny’s body eased.
Ash groaned. “You’re a socks-and-sandals guy, aren’t you?”
“They’re a comfy combination.” His fingers glided up Ash’s arm then yanked him down. “Now, what were you about to do, teddy bear?”
A deep growl vibrated in Ash’s chest. He’d thought he wanted Danny’s submission, but his mate’s sass was a goddamn turn-on. “About to suck your cock and make you come down my throat.”
Danny sucked in a sharp breath. “Then why are you still talking? Get your ass down there already.”
Playtime was over.
Jeans unfastened, Ash hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them away, along with his mate’s black boxer briefs. Danny’s erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Girth made up for the shorter length, and Ash couldn’t wait to wrap his lips around Danny’s cock.
“Such a fucking beauty,” he murmured. His gaze flicked to Danny’s face, noticing the tension in his eyes. It was evident someone had erroneously convinced Danny proportion was more important than pleasure. Ash was about to prove otherwise. “I’m going to devour your fat cock.”
Settling between spread legs, he licked a stripe up Danny’s inner thigh then bathed the wrinkled sac with his tongue. Heat exploded up his body, sucking with pure hunger, never letting up on the pressure.
Fingers gripped his hair, tugging and urging him toward his mate’s neglected cock as needy, helpless noises spilled from above him. Ash smirked. Even silent, his mate was bossy as shit. Pushing slightly upward, Ash took the head into his mouth, pre-cum spilling on his tongue.
He’d just found his new addiction, but it wasn’t just the taste of his mate. It was seeing Danny’s face glowing with pleasure, lips parted, that twisted Ash inside-out as a piece of his soul and sanity were stolen.
Ash slid his hands under a perfectly shaped ass, holding the tender flesh hostage, using the leverage to push Danny’s cock farther down his throat. His bear growled, demanding the claim, but Ash had his beast leashed, even though he wanted to ravish Danny’s body—ruin him, cherish him, protect him, and wipe out the wreckage that son of a bitch had left behind. Replace every trigger Danny had with unwavering certainty he was loved and desired and would never shed another goddamn tear.
A ragged groan tore from Danny, his legs trembling, the tight grip pulling Ash’s hair harder. His only focus now was bringing Danny off.
His mate’s legs grew taut seconds before a breathless shout ripped out of him that sounded like a mindless chant of Ash’s name. Hot cum pulsed, and Ash didn’t waste a single drop.
When Danny shoved at him, Ash pulled back in confusion, wondering if he’d triggered something. Then realized the only thing he’d triggered was Danny flipping to his hands and knees, baring that perfect ass thrust into the air.
Motherfuck. Ash had never seen a more gorgeous sight. Danny on all fours, ass begging to be taken.
“Fuck me.” Danny rocked backward, moaning so filthy Ash lost brain cells.
The ability to think beyond filling that puckered hole with his cock was shattered. He’d never yanked open his nightstand drawer so hard and fast, slicking his fingers in record time. But he had enough control not to slam his fingers into Danny’s ass. Ash was lost in desperation, not cruelty. But as soon as he’d sank into the first knuckle, Danny shoved backward like he didn’t have the patience for slow.
“It’s been a year since I’ve had sex,” Danny panted, the confession stunning Ash. “I don’t need a slow and careful stretch. Not with fingers.” He looked over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes. “I need you to make me forget those names.”
“Damn right I will.” Still, he made sure Danny was slick and stretched before gripping the base of his cock. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
Knees slid over the sheets, ass lifting higher. Ash swallowed, praying he didn’t come too soon. If Danny’s ass had squeezed his fingers that hard, his dick didn’t stand a chance. Ash was willing to take the risk. He’d wanted to take his time, savor the buildup, but those needy whimpers awakened a primal urge deep inside him.
Ash used one hand to clamp onto Danny’s hip, the other guiding his cock toward home. The head grazed slicked skin, Danny’s breath growing ragged in response.
