Page 43 of Ashes to Ash’s

Someone had a personality transplant with his virginity removal, and I fucking loved it. Wanted it. Wanted him again already, but could he take me again yet? Better yet, did he want to fuck me this time?

I wanted to know how it felt, and I wanted him to be rough, to hurt me, to make me bleed as I came. I groaned again as pressure started building, and I knew my cock was about to paint the inside of my pants.

“Listen, Ash, I’ve just fucking given up everything for you. Because what we just did can never be undone. I can never not be this now, and if you screw with me, or screw someone else, when you just made me yours, I’ll fucking kill you like I killed her.”

Her. Jesus, there’s a way to stop an orgasm in its tracks. Nope. I still came. It was touch and go for a moment, but thank fuck. I shuddered as my twisted pleasure jetted from me, and my hips jerked with the motion.

“You sick little shit, Ash,” Cal murmured, leaning forward to lick my lips as his fingers tightened further on my throat, and in my hair, and he glared into my eyes, “that’s the last orgasm you have without me. Got it?” Holy fuck, hello aftershocks. I didn’t even know that was a thing for me, but gimme more of that.

“Baby?” I croaked out, and Cal loosened his hand, even as his glare grew fiercer and more savage.

“Cal, you’re fucking hot when you’re jealous. I’m kinda sticking to my pants right now, but I don’t even care. You wanna clean me off now you made a mess of me?” He shoved away from me, and stalked out of the room, which I guess was a no, although I was tempted to follow him just to be sure.

After I cleaned up and headed downstairs, I found him downing a glass of water in the kitchen, and I opened the fridge to look for food, because I was fucking starved after all that ‘depravity’ as he’d once called it.

The front door opened, and in stepped my dads, Blaze, and Ethan, and I groaned, because why the fuck were they here right this second? It was a special time for us, plus I was wondering how many depraved things I could get away with doing to Cal, and now they were gonna cockblock me.

“Hey, kid.”

Cal cursed, and I heard glass shattering, and a hiss of pain. I turned to check on him, realising he’d smashed the glass in his hand, and cut his palm. Blood was pouring into the sink on top of broken glass, and I was mesmerised by it for a second, before I realised he was still hissing in pain.

“I wish they weren’t here right now, so I could make you jerk me off and get blood all over my cock.”

“Nice. Things you don’t wanna hear your little bro say,” Blaze joked as he leaned around Cal’s other side and poked at his hand.

“Ow, will you quit it?” Cal barked at him, reaching for the tap to wash the blood from his skin.

“I’ve got this,” I told Blaze, as he got too close to my man again. He rolled his eyes, and turned to Ethan.

“Let’s go clean up the trash for him.” I watched the two of them head downstairs, and realised dad Gray had disappeared too, but he suddenly reappeared with one of their crazy prepper first aid kits.

“Make sure there’s no glass in it, kid.”

Dad Dory was already making coffee, like, well okay, it literally was his house, but still.

“Why are you here?”

“Nice. It’s good to see you too, son. I guess you resolved that issue earlier?” He asked, eyeing Cal as I stepped in his way, and focused on my poor baby’s cut hand.

“What you said was fucked up by the way. I’m not jerking you off with a cut hand.”

I ignored him, because it wasn’t going to be up to him what we did. Or would it? He’d suddenly been really predatory and dominant upstairs, and I had to admit, that was fucking sexy. Would I submit if he wanted control? It’d be fun finding out. Maybe we’d just constantly fight each other for it.

“Dad, you submit to my other dad, right? Does it feel weird?” Dad Dory turned to frown at me, but dad Gray was laughing his ass off, which, yeah, not helpful.

“I do not!” Dad Dory blurted, shaking his head at me, and dad Gray’s laughter became louder.

“You fucking well do, baby, and it’s so hot. Makes me want to take you harder.”

Ugh. My dads were so inappropriate.

“Could you not?”

“You asked!”

Typical. Make it out to be my fault. I patched up Cal’s hand, and dad slid a coffee to me, then him, letting him add milk and sugar, because obviously none of us knew how Cal took his coffee. It bothered me that I didn’t even know that much about him. I shoulda stalked him more before we got together. It would have been fun freaking him out by knowing stuff I probably shouldn’t know.

“Are you even allowed caffeine if you’re a religious freak?” Dad Gray asked casually, smirking at him as he lifted his head, his hand stilling mid-stir.