Page 79 of Ashes to Ash’s

“Our love is forever, Ash. It’ll last long after we’re gone. It’ll always exist.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes looking a little glassy, like tears were forming, but I didn’t want that. Not those kinds of tears.

“Take my cock out,” I said softly, and Ash moved instantly, unzipping my jeans and easing a hand inside to stroke me, before he pushed them down over my ass, and lifted the waist of my boxers over my rigid cock. He moaned softly as he saw it, his fingers trailing feather-light over my skin. It felt like a breath rather than a touch. It made me want his mouth, and I knew he saw that.

“May I?” He asked, and I nodded, biting back a moan as his tongue slid up the length of my cock, before the wet heat of his mouth enveloped the head, and I almost staggered a step at how fucking amazing it felt.

Ash pressed his palms against my thighs, and started sucking me in earnest, and I wanted him to keep doing it. I wanted to live inside that fucking mouth, but the more he teased and sucked, the closer I got to blowing my load, and I didn’t want that happening right now.

“Ash,” I rested a hand on his head again, and his eyes darted up as he deepthroated me. Fuck. Fuck!

“Stop! Ash, back off now.” He slowly eased back, sucking hard as he retreated, and then he knelt in front of me with a cheeky grin on his face. Fucker. He knew he was pushing me. He was baiting me. I reached down and slapped his cheek lightly, and that grin widened.

“You’re pushing me, Ash. Don’t forget how much I hold back, or how rough I could get.”

“Yesss… hurt me, baby. I want it.”

Jesus. He was sent to try me, and I wanted it all. I slapped his face harder, hard enough that it turned his face a little, and he moaned softly.

“Harder.”

This shouldn’t be hot. It shouldn’t be a turn on to hurt the man I love, but looking down at him, I could see he wanted it. Hadn’t he shown before that pain worked for him?

I lifted my hand again and he sighed, tilting his face up for more, but I didn’t feel like giving him what he wanted, because wasn’t this supposed to be about what I wanted?

I reached down and grabbed one of his nipples, pinching tightly, then twisting, as a high pitched yelp left his throat, and yet his back arched into the sensation, aiding me in pulling harder.

“Fuck, yes. I love you, Cal. Give it to me.”

I grabbed his jaw in the other hand, keeping that tight hold on his nipple as I guided him to his feet and toward the bed. He was starting to shiver, and his cock was leaking so much pre-cum, it was making a right mess on the floor, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Want me to fuck you, Ash?”

“Yes! Yes, please!”

“Want me to prep you, or just ream it good and hard while you scream?”

He shuddered, and lashed out, one hand wrapping around my throat and tightening. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the Ash I was used to reappeared for an instant.

“You better not be playing with me here. Make it hurt, Cal. Make me scream, and beg you to stop, but whatever you do, don’t you fucking stop. You hear me?”

I released his face, slapping his hand away from my throat and used that grip on his nipple, which must have been screaming with pain, to guide him over the bed, releasing him only when he was bent over with his ass up for me.

“Give it to me, Cal.”

I slapped his ass hard. “Shut up and do as you’re told, Ash. This is my show.” My show? What the fuck? That was lame as hell, but he practically sank into the command again, all fire gone as he waited for me to have him.

I slapped his ass again, but already my mind was starting to freak out. I was about to fuck him. I was about to take his ass, and he was ready for it, but was I?

“Please,” he whispered, wiggling it at me, like he thought I needed a reminder of what he was offering. I slapped both cheeks hard and he moaned, rubbing his face against the bedding as his arms weakened. You know what? I can fucking do this.

I grabbed the bottle of lube that he’d kindly placed in reach, and popped it open, pouring a dribble of it down his ass crack, watching it drip down onto the carpet. Did I need more? I had no clue. Clearly I hadn’t watched enough fucking porn.

Chapter Forty-Two

Ash

Something about Cal being in charge made me feel so fucking weightless. Suddenly all I had to do was feel. Listen, obey, and let him have me. How the fuck was that not the best thing in the world?