Page 54 of A Little More Hope

My own cock throbbed but with my hands full, I could do nothing to ease the ache between my legs that was becoming harder and harder to ignore. I needed relief and there’d only be one way we’d both get what we needed.

Looking up Ash’s body, my balls pulled up tight, and I almost came at the sight in front of me. His strong legs visibly shook, and his abs clenched, revealing every one of his ripped muscles. His chest moved rapidly in and out, and what had earlier started as a light sheen of perspiration covering his perfect body had turned into a full-on sweat, his skin glistening in the afternoon sunlight from the window. Drops beaded his brow and dripped down the side of his face onto his neck and shoulders before sliding between his pecs and down to his stomach. If my mouth hadn’t already been occupied, I’d have eagerly licked every last trace of moisture from his beautiful body.

Switching things up, getting more turned on the longer I stared, I rapidly bobbed up and down his solid cock, my jaw aching at being open for so long, but I wouldn’t relent. Tightening my grip on his balls, I squeezed harder, and Ash’s reaction was instantaneous.

“Mase,” he shouted as his cock swelled in my mouth. “I can’t, Mase… Shit, shit.” His dick pulsed a couple of times, shooting his first load of cum into my mouth, the powerful spurt hitting my tonsils.

He shot again and again until my mouth was full, and I had to either pull off or take his release down. I took it down, swallowing deeply, his sperm coating my throat. As soon as I’d emptied my mouth he filled it again, the salty tang of him deliciously addictive. I swallowed, tasting him a second time, wanting more.

The hands buried deep in my hair suddenly yanked my head off his dick. “I’m sorry,” he cried out, anguish on his face. “I never meant for you to take me down. I meant to pull out.”

Cum continued dripping from him, slipping down his shaft to his balls. I traced the wet trail with my fingers before I stood and faced him, the muscles in my legs protesting after being in the same position for so long. Bringing my hand up, his sticky release on my fingers, I brought them to my mouth and sucked, licking them clean.

“So damn hot,” he groaned, shuddering when I covered his mouth with mine, my tongue caressing his, letting him taste himself. He shuddered again, coiled his arms around my neck and held me there as he licked every last drop of cum from my lips.

“Hell, Mase,” he said when he eventually managed to speak, his forehead resting against mine. “Are you sure you’ve not done this before? Jesus Christ, that was good.”

I smirked. “Yeah?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

Leaning in, our hips aligning, I rubbed my aching hardness over his belly, getting no relief at all. “I’m not finished yet.” I nuzzled into his neck, licking the salty skin at the top of his shoulder and biting gently.

“No?” he replied, his voice low, needy, his cock semi-hard as he mashed our hips together.

I bit his neck harder and sucked at the delicate skin. After leaving my mark, I licked my way up to his ear. “No.”

Urgent hands slid down to my hips, tugging me closer, sandwiching my dick between us. “What do you want, Mason?” he asked, causing me to shudder this time at the teasing note in his voice. Moving my hands over his rapidly cooling skin, I curled them over his ass, spreading the cheeks wide.

“Inside you,” I said biting down on his earlobe. “I want to slide my dick inside you.”

His wanton and desperate whimper set off a burning need deep in my gut. Gripping his ass, I lifted him up and like last time he automatically wrapped his long legs around my waist and crossed his ankles, pulling us closer. My cock throbbed at the sweet friction rubbing over the sensitized head, forcing me to clench my jaw, hard, to keep control. I wanted to come while inside him, not like this, making a mess over his stomach.

I went to move, only then registering my shorts and briefs were pooled around my ankles. “Shit,” I grumbled as I shuffled us over to the bottom of the bed, then mindful of his ribs, dropped Ash gently on the mattress. “Well, that was sexy.” I loved the laughter I received in return and despite the intensity of the emotions swirling around us, I laughed too, able to do as Ash requested and have fun.

“Real smooth,” he replied, collapsing onto the sheets unable to control his giggling.

Undoing my boots and stepping out of them, I got rid of the offending garments and climbed on the bed, straddling either side of his thighs, my hands resting by his head. “You think I’m funny, do you?”

“No, no,” he replied, continuing to giggle.

Hovering above him, my arms locked straight on either side of his head, I enjoyed watching him be so carefree and happy. However, for some reason, I was reminded of out on the balcony when he told me about his errands and how he didn’t want me to go with him.

His rejection of my offer had stung when he told me no. Plucking up the courage to say I’d willingly leave the house with him and put myself in a situation I’d actively avoided for months was a big deal for me, so to have him dismiss my request as unimportant, when I hoped he’d be pleased, had hurt.

The whole situation had felt off, and I struggled to put my finger on why. The kiss on the cheek he’d tried to palm me off with only confirmed my suspicion, setting off alarm bells all over the place. Kissing him properly had changed his mind, the urgent need taking over for both of us, but his initial reluctance to give in and let go the way he normally did concerned me.

Looking at his face, I could discern no signs as to what’d been troubling him. But even though nothing became apparent, it didn’t mean something wasn’t going on. I’d have to dig deeper to try to determine the cause and work out what to do, but I’d do that later. Now, I was preparing to take the final step in cementing my newfound sexuality. And as well as the passion building inside me, a lot of nervous tension ran alongside too. Despite Ash’s reassurance, I didn’t think I’d been great at my first blowjob, so why would I be any good at fucking him?

“Wow, you’re thinking so loud, I can hear you all the way down here.” His words dragged me out of my head. The fact I broadcast my worries loudly enough for him to pick up on proved he’d gotten to know me very well indeed. A revelation I found disconcerting and yet weirdly reassuring at the same time.

“I don’t want to screw it up,” I said, “or hurt you.”

He stroked my face. “If you open me up first, prep me right, you won’t.” My look must have given away my skepticism at his answer. “It’ll be fi—” He stopped himself from saying the word, grimacing and making me smile. “It’ll be amazing,” he told me instead, pulling me down until our bodies connected, his hot skin so good against me. “You’ll see. Now come here.” He kissed me tenderly, at first, before changing to harder, more urgent. My pulse picked up when his legs wrapped over my hips once more, the few hairs on his calves tickling my skin, his hard erection alongside mine.

I wanted him so badly.

Moving down his body until my cock rested against his ass, I rocked my hips, sliding along his crease. He opened his legs wider, and on the next pass, my crown nudged at the hole, the heat in his most intimate place so hot, so intense I had to bite my lip to stop from thrusting inside.

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