I release with a strangled moan, come shooting across Ashton’s fingers as he works me through my orgasm. He swipes through the mess and pumps my length in slow, steady strokes. My grip tightens on the bartop until I’m a trembling, moaning mess, struggling to hold myself up.
“Ash.” I huff, slumping back against the bar. “Holy shit.”
He sobers in an instant, like someone jolted awake from a trance. Panic and realization flicker across his face as he pushes to his feet, his knees cracking with the movement. I pass him a rag, and he takes it without a word, cleaning my release from his hands while refusing to meet my gaze.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I tuck myself back into my pants and try to compose myself.
“That was—wow. Incredible,” I admit.
He gulps. “Really?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
I study his face, searching for any trace of regret, but I don’t find it. What I see instead is uncertainty. It makes my stomach curdle.
“You did good, Ash,” I assure him.
I can’t explain it, but something tells me he doesn’t hear praise very often. I see the way he leans into it, how badly he needs the affirmation. My suspicion is confirmed when a small, shy smile breaks across his face, the kind that makes my heart ache.
I step closer, cupping his face and coaxing him to look down at me. He worries his bottom lip, already red and bitten, his jaw clenched tight. When I trace my thumb along his jawline, the tension eases; his expression softens, lashes fluttering. I lean in, nuzzling his ear.
“Can I return the favor?” I ask.
His breath stutters. “Y-yeah.”
I grab his shoulders and pin him against the bar, pressing my mouth to his. He lets me take control and explore his mouth with my tongue. His fingers thread into my hair, tugging me closer. When I grab his face, his jaw is smooth and hairless, lingering with the scent of his aftershave.
“You’re so fucking handsome,” I growl into the kiss. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.”
Ashton shudders and grinds his crotch against me. “Please, touch me.”
He sounds so pretty when he begs.
My lips travel down his neck, gently nipping at the skin. He lets out a quiet whimper and bucks his hips helplessly. Christ, he’s eager. I fucking love it.
I palm his erection through his jeans, the hard bulge twitching against my grip. His pulse hammers under my lips as I kiss down his throat. I fumble with the button of his jeans for a moment, stretching out the moment to tease him.
When I finally sink to my knees, he lets out a quiet gasp of relief. I tug his pants down to his ankles and mouth at his arousal, my breath blowing hot against his black briefs. His grip tightens in my hair, tugging with desperation.
Deciding to take pity on him, I shove down his underwear and marvel at his cock. It’s a beautiful dick, long and flushed, with a bulging vein that wraps around the length. I lean in and kiss the tip, tasting the salty bead of precome built up at the slit.
Ashton lets out a soft whine, low and unguarded, the sound vibrating in his throat. When I look up at him, the expression onhis face is catastrophically beautiful. He’s breathing hard, eyes wide and pleading as they lock onto mine.
It’s dangerous. With a look like that, I’d give him anything he asked for.
I swallow him down to the base without warning, making him gasp. His cock feels heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth wide. I haven’t hooked up with a guy since I moved here, and I’ve almost forgotten what this feels like. I missed it—the burn in my throat, the subtle ache in my knees, the sensation of being filled.
His hips stutter, plunging his cock even deeper, suffocating me in the best way. I would happily die here, servicing Ashton and listening to his pretty whimpers. His hold tightens in my hair, the delicious sting drawing a choked moan out of me.
“So good,” he groans, guiding my head through every thrust. “Fuuuck, Troy.”
The sound of him saying my name like that—breathless and on the verge of orgasm—is music to my ears.
I cradle his balls, rolling them gently, giving them a playful tug. Ashton curses under his breath, a garbled mess of unintelligible syllables, as he fucks my throat with reckless abandon. When my tongue glides across the sensitive head, he throws his head back, his entire body tensing.
“Shit—I’m gonna—”
He tries to pull out, but I don’t let him, locking my gaze with his in a silent plea. I want to taste him.
