Page 39 of A Little More Hope

“Take off your shorts,” I husked, needing to see all of him.

Ash stared at me for the longest time, his eyes narrowing, head tilted to the side as if trying to figure out what was going through my head, more than likely to reassure himself I did want what we were about to do together. My inner voice gave me one final warning, telling me there was time yet to call a halt to this, but I brutally pushed the negative commentary away, needing to see Ash standing in front of me—naked, open.

He bit gently into his bottom lip, his decision made.

“We can stop at any time you want,” he relayed. “If you feel uncomfortable, or what we’re doing feels weird, we stop okay?”

“Okay.” I wouldn’t stop. I’d come too far to even contemplate putting the brakes on. But Ash needed to understand I was all in. “I won’t stop. I want you too much.”

He moaned, “Fuck, Mase.” While doing as I’d asked, his hands dropped to his shorts. Giving himself room, he roughly pushed them and his briefs down his legs and kicked them aside. Once gone, he stood upright to face me.

I scanned his naked body from head to toe, my brain registering every single nuance—the broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and taut abs, continually clenching and unclenching. The neatly trimmed dark pubic hair stood out as one of the few areas on his body having any hair at all, the rest so smooth and sleek.

And his cock—hard—the first one I’d ever seen erect other than my own.

Throbbing.

For me.

The thick length, engorged flared head, a small pearlescent globe leaking from the slit, sliding down the underside of his shaft; his balls, hairless and full, pulled close to his body—all of it, for me.

Hot and heavy lust rippled along my skin, tightening my whole body with anticipation at what I was about to do next.

Slowly, teasingly, I raised my hand, my palm up, reaching for his balls, encasing them in my grip, feeling their heat, their heavy weight.

The whimper Ash emitted had my own hard cock leaking in my shorts. My eyes flashed to his lowered head, his focus on my hand touching him. He raised his eyes, meeting my gaze, the hunger and passion in his making his body shake with need. He bit his lower lip as I fondled him, his straight white teeth digging into the soft flesh, coloring it a deep ruby red as he tried to remain in control.

I didn’t want that at all.

Moving my hand up from his balls, my fingers looped firmly around the base of his cock and sliding up his thick length, I marveled at his silky soft skin under my fingers; a complete contrast to how steel hard he was.

“Mase,” he pleaded, anguish on his face as he shook harder, jerking at every touch I made.

Hands grabbed hard on my shoulders when I twisted my grip on his swollen head, knowing what turned me on, and hoping he liked the same too. Rewarded with his precum slicking my fingers, I watched, entranced as the liquid dribbled down to my wrist when I slid my hand back to the base.

“Mase,” he pleaded again, his eyes zeroing in on my mouth.

My heart rate sped up, the rushing in my ears like a freight train flying past as I stood by the tracks. He wanted me to kiss him again, and the adrenaline rush almost overpowered me.

Easing forward until my lips hovered millimeters away from his, wanting the intense ache in my chest to last a few moments longer, prolonging the sweet agony instead of taking what I’d been dying for since he’d kissed me earlier.

Ash had no such qualms as, pulling me forward, he slammed his mouth down on mine. Hot firm lips battling with my own as we each fought for control.

I groaned, long and low as he devoured me, his mouth eating mine like I was a hot meal to a starving man. My right hand kept working his cock, fiercely sliding up and down as he continually leaked all over my fingers, easing the glide. Our coming together brutal and animalistic and carnal. I wanted more.

Giving his cock a savage twist, his body stiffened, his muscles highlighted as he tensed against me, his blunt fingernails digging deep into my skin as my rapid movements pushed him right to the edge.

His kissing became manic, biting my tongue as I pushed into his mouth, before moving on to my lips and sucking on the full lower one before biting that too. I tasted blood but didn’t care, my only focus to drive him out of his mind with a desperate urge for release.

My hand moved up from the thick base to the tip, then twisted around and around his overly stimulated head, never letting up the pressure or pace, wanting, needing him to fall apart for me.

Ripping his lips from mine, his expressive eyes fixed on my own. He gasped, “I can’t… I can’t.” He swelled in my hand as my name echoed off the bathroom walls, his release shooting hard from his pulsing cock. Line after line of hot cum spurted over my hand, my arm, my T-shirt and onto my shorts. Ash shuddered against me, fingers scratching down my arms as I continued to work him, his body spasming with every glide as he rode out each wave of his climax.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, and I managed to catch him in time as his shaky legs gave out. My arms wrapped around his waist, supporting his body. Sliding my hands down over his ass, I held firmly and lifted him up, his legs automatically wrapping around my thighs. I carried him out of the bathroom into the bedroom, and over to the bed, gently lowering him against the soft cotton sheets.

“Jesus,” he murmured as I straddled him, placing my hands on either side of his head. I hovered a few inches above his face as his chest heaved in and out, trying to regulate his breathing after his climax.

I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. “An orgasm will also relieve tension and any lingering muscle aches, instead of a bath,” I said. “So you know for next time.”

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