Page 39 of Ashes to Ash’s

“Ash, please… don’t make me wait.”

A groan rumbled through his chest, tingling my skin everywhere he touched me. His flesh was so hot, it was almost scorching me, like fire raged inside him, just waiting to be released.

“You want me, baby? You want my cock?”

“YES! Please, Ash, now before I lose my nerve.”

He pulled back a little. “I haven’t prepped you, Cal, it’ll hurt you.”

I didn’t care anymore. Pain was just a part of life, of every milestone and experience, why hadn’t I realised that before? Maybe it was right that our first time together would hurt. It’d make it more real, more true. Love without pain would be meaningless.

“Please.”

Ash moved back, sitting over my thighs, stroking his hands down my back, then grasping both ass cheeks in his fists.

“You want me in this tight ass, baby? You want me to skip the prep, and go right to reaming this tight virginal hole like a bastard? You’ve seen my cock, right? It’s not small enough to do it without hurting you.”

“Do it.”

“You said not to hurt you, so now you’re confusing the hell out of me. Let’s see if you can take my fingers, and then you’ll get my cock. If I do damage now, I can’t fuck you again for like, hours, so…”

“Hours? What the fuck?”

Ash laughed, and I heard the bottle top pop open, and then cool liquid trailed down my back and over my ass.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Want you all slick and slippery, baby. Wanna fuck every inch of you, but even I’m smart enough to know that’s impossible. Let me do my thing.”

His fingers suddenly slid between my ass cheeks, and I cursed, a jolt of shock rippling through me at this first forbidden touch. I could feel my skin slowly coating with the now warm lube, and cursed him for getting it everywhere when we only needed it on my damn asshole.

Something suddenly pressed inside my ass, in a smooth glide, and I tensed as I waited for it to hurt.

“Ah, your ass is squeezing my finger, baby, it feels so fucking sexy. Squeeze it tighter, go on.”

“Don’t be a freak, Ash. I’m not doing that.”

“And yet you just did. Fuck yeah, that’s hot, isn’t this hot?”

“I can’t concentrate. I’ve got a finger in my ass, dammit!”

It withdrew, and oddly I missed it, wanted it again, and when it returned, it was thicker and this time the stretch burned, and he pressed so much deeper that the shock, and the burn, suddenly became something entirely different. Something amazing.

“Oh G… Fuck!”

Ash laughed. “Yell out to God, baby, tell him how much you like me playing with your ass. If the fucker wants to smite you right now, I’ll protect you.”

“Shut up, Ash.”

He rammed his fingers harder into me, and I practically yelped at the force he used. Was he trying to tear me or something? Yet it didn’t stay an unwelcome feeling, something was starting to burn inside me, setting fire to my senses.

Discomfort had definitely turned to pleasure once more, as he stimulated parts of me that had never been treated, or mistreated, like this before. Streaks of fire seemed to obliterate my very soul, as shudders of pleasure rode up my spine.

“Oh god…”

“Exactly, baby, keep telling your god how much you fucking love this. My fingers are fucking your ass, and my cock’s next.”

The fingers moved, and then something was pushing against me again, and it was bigger, or rounder, either way it felt huge, and that stretching burn was too much. It hurt.