“Did my Cade baby enjoy making me lose my mind for him? Hmm?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, while keeping his gaze locked on my face, he used the rippling muscles in his left arm to lean up and spit directly onto my dick this time.
He let the punishing grip on my throbbing dick go only to flatten his hand and smear his saliva indecently all over my groin.
“You’re about to get more than you bargained for, sweetheart,” he promised.
Sitting up fully, he pushed my left leg up toward my chest, forcing an exaggerated bend to my knee so he could kneel between my thighs.
Not relaxing his hold on my leg, he slid his hand up to my thigh, reaching for my other one so that he could yank my body toward him.
The result of his manhandling had my lower half angled up on his thighs. My legs were spread wide around his ribcage, my toes stretched to balance on the mattress below. My dick and ass were wide open, everything on display for him.
“Yes.” He grinned devilishly. “This is a sight I’d like to wake up to every morning. Mmm.”
Ash’s words were accompanied by a slow perusal of my dick, balls, and down to my clenching hole. The idea of waking up held open and intimately exposed like this had my ears burning.
Ash chuckled, noticing my flush. “Good to see my sweetheart hasn’t lost all his sweetness. We’ll get back to that right after you come for me.”
In a flash, Ash’s tight grip on my dick resumed its shuttling up and down as if it was locked in a race to force my orgasm.
I squirmed with the onslaught of pleasure suddenly building like an inferno inside my balls, ready to shoot up my dick at any second.
Lost in the sensation, I watched him through slitted eyelids. I didn’t immediately register Ash’s intentions as he brought two fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, until those digits were suddenly pressed against my asshole.
I’d never taken two fingers right off the bat from Ash before. He always worked me up slowly until I was more than ready to take him.
But tonight was a different story, it seemed, when a firm pressure against my hole had me bearing down as much as possible to accommodate the thick intrusion.
Even with only the tips of his fingers inside me, the sting was immediate but not painful.
I closed my eyes to concentrate on relaxing my muscles as Ash’s fingers pressed forward without his other hand ever slowing its furious strokes on my dick.
Another load of spit from Ash’s mouth landed directly on my asshole, causing the tight star to clench and unclench with the surprise wetness.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re going to let me in and squeeze the fuck outta my fingers when you come all over my hand and yourself, aren’t you?”
As he spoke, the third knuckle of his index and middle fingers bumped my rim.
“I’m going to tell you all the things that make me so hot for you, so you have no choice but to hear me while you squirm on my fingers.”
He paused only to rotate his wrist so his palm was facing the bed. In their new position, his fingers curled in unison, locating my prostate like he held a map of my insides. Sliding back and forth softly over my gland like a greeting, he unleashed an attack on the swollen flesh as if his fingers were at war with it and he’d been set to detonate enemy territory.
“Fuck.” I pushed the words through my teeth, not even in control of my body enough to speak clearly.
“Yes. There it is. That beautiful mind of yours, free and clear of all worries and doubts, your attention solely focused on your ass impaled on my fingers and my hand on your dick. I getto watch that gorgeous face of yours fight the pleasure coming at you from all angles.” His words spilled over like a physical touch. He gave a particularly sharp thrust of his fingers that had me trying to push toward and pull away from the onslaught simultaneously. “And nobody else gets to see the map of freckles covering your skin as you squirm from too much goodness. Love this so much. Love your reactions, everything. Fuck, I’m so lucky.”
Cum shot up and out of my dick like my prostate was a stick of dynamite that had been detonated. The first few ribbons striped my chest and abs with wet heat before the gush of the second half of my orgasm poured down Ash’s hand in long rivulets.
Opening my eyes, I saw Ash’s wide grin as he lifted his hand covered in my cum to his mouth. He licked his thumb like he was consuming the last crumbs of a delicious dessert, the scene sending one more shiver of pleasure up my spine.
Wiping the rest on the sheet beside him, he moved up the bed and manhandled me into his arms.
We’d need those fallen blankets soon when the heat of our bodies cooled. For now, I relished the freedom of our bare skin next to each other.
I tilted my head up so I could see Ash’s face.
“Was that okay?” A hint of neediness came through in my tone over the slight insecurity I had about edging him the way I did.
