Page 41 of A Little More Hope

“Then?” He pointedly stared down at our bodies to where our hips aligned. Me, rock hard, despite my turbulent emotions, but considering I’d not had an erection in the months preceding meeting Ash I wasn’t going to hide it. Easing my hips forward, pushing my covered cock against his naked body, the movement sent delicious friction along my length. I loved the groan he emitted and the tremble running through him.

“Yeah, maybe not so much anymore.”

He sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Why say anything? Why not accept this for what it is?”

“I’m not really sure what it is,” he said. “You’re still hiding away, still working through the trauma. You say I calm you, help you, but I don’t want to add any more confusion, become yet another complication.”

The trepidation on his face had me wanting to reassure him. He’d had a lot of people come and go from his life and he’d learned the hard way to be careful how much of himself he gave away. He’d put his faith in so few people, and I wanted to be one of them. I had to let him see where he stood with me to enable him to protect himself.

“You won’t add any more confusion,” I answered.

He remained skeptical, his worry at upsetting me further rather comforting.

“Why don’t we see what happens. I don’t think my head is in the right place to want anything too serious.” I waited for him to acknowledge me before continuing. “Plus, I’m not sure I’m the type of person you need or is able to give you what you need—not for a long while anyway. I’m simply not there yet. I have a long way to go and don’t ever want to drag you down into the hole with me.” I held his cheek, my thumb stroking over his lower lip, his tremble more apparent, his body so responsive, so needy for me. I shouldn’t enjoy his reaction to me as much as I did but seemed unable to stop. “I want more of you, Ash, and I’m not ashamed to admit that.” His shy smile utterly charmed me. “So why not let me help you with your renovation, and we can see what happens, or doesn’t, if you decide this isn’t what you want.”

“Oh, I want,” he answered without any hesitation, lifting his chin to kiss me hard, his mouth moving confidently over mine. He pulled away. Eyes bright, lips parted, he was pure temptation. “I definitely want.”

“Yeah?” With a sudden show of strength, I hadn’t been prepared for, he flipped me over until I lay underneath him, and he straddled my thighs. He had hold of my T-shirt and wiggled the material up my body. I levered up off the bed and raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.

Placing his hand on my chest, he applied pressure to get me to lie down again. “Yeah.” He dropped his mouth to mine. The kiss was tentative at first, then became more assured. I opened my mouth to his seeking tongue, letting him take his fill, each lick sending darts of pleasure along my body, building heat.

Trailing down my neck, his strong fingers gripped my chin, then held me in place as he took control of the kiss, exploring every part of my mouth he connected with. His hips undulated over my crotch, making me groan as my trapped cock filled and grew harder still, pushing against the restrictive material. My hands automatically slid around his ass and cradled him, rocking him over me, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

He wrenched his face away, sitting up. “I need to taste you,” and unable to stop himself, his mouth nibbled along my jaw and down the side of my neck to my shoulder, sucking at the delicate skin. The pain, deeply erotic as he marked me, made me shiver at the feeling of possession he invoked.

“Fuck, Ash, yes.” I clamped my hands hard on his ass and pushed my cock up against him, his own hard and leaking once more. One of my fingers slipped over his crease and the rapid hiss of pleasure made me bold, dipping my finger between his cheeks and into the hot moist crevice.

“Mase,” he groaned as I tentatively brushed against his hole, the sensation unusual, different, but pleasant to touch, as the ring of muscle tightened against my pad. His molten heat enveloped me, causing my dick to jerk hard at how he’d feel surrounding me if I ever did fuck him.

Kissing and sucking his way down to my chest, he reached my nipple and licked over the area with the flat of his tongue, the slight roughness hardening it to a painful point. Flicking the nipple with the tip, he swirled his tongue around the tight nub a few times, then sucked hard.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned as waves of pleasure radiated out all over my body. My nipples had never been particularly sensitive in the past, but they’d suddenly become my center of arousal. “Oh, fuuuuck,” I groaned long and low, as Ash’s teeth grazed the overworked skin, nibbling and pulling. Erotic pleasure-pain jolted to every corner of my body. My cock throbbed, goose bumps covering my skin, as the sensation became almost too much to bear. Ramming fingers into Ash’s short hair, I yanked his head back, and the wicked grin he aimed at me looked like nothing I’d ever seen on him before, wanton, and dirty and full of promise. His eyes glittered like diamonds, clearly liking the affect he had on me.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, his voice low and sensuous, almost daring me to say yes. I shook my head and the grin widened, making me shiver. His eyes glued to mine, he licked his way along my chest to my other nipple, hovering there. It firmed rapidly in anticipation, my back arching up to him, wanting him to take me in his mouth, to treat this one the same as the other and give it his attention. When his mouth closed over the top, his tongue flicking, lips sucking, I gripped his head in my hands, my fingers pulling at his hair, trying to stem the rising tide of emotion washing over me. The longing to be closer, the urge to have his lips sucking my cock the same way he sucked my nipples was overpowering.

Sex had never been like this for me, and only now did I realize what I’d done in the past paled into insignificance to the tumultuous feelings being with Ash crashed through me.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please.” No other words formed to express my needs as I gave myself over to the moment, letting the wave of desire carry me along for the ride. Yet I craved more, my body coiling tighter and tighter, turning into sensation I had no hope of controlling. I needed release, but I wasn't sure how to get it.

Ash instinctively recognizing what I needed, lifted his head, and licked down my belly and abs, following the thin line of hair down from my navel to the waistband of my shorts. My cock was so fucking hard it hurt, demanding I ease the ache as my shaft throbbed in time with the pulse pounding in my veins.

Not stopping, Ash maneuvered down my legs until he squatted in front of me. I lifted my ass, and he pulled the shorts down to my thighs, releasing me from their strict confines. I clenched, pumping more blood into my already engorged cock.

“Holy fuck,” Ash moaned, his gaze fixed on my hard dick, and the sight of him glued to my length made it throb harder. His hand went to his mouth, and he spat in his palm, getting it real slick, causing a shudder to rack my body at the animalistic action of him using his own saliva as the quickest way to lubricate his movement. Wrapping his hand around the base, his thumb and fingers barely able to meet, he tightened his hold and slid up the long, thick length to the wide, flared head. “Fuck,” he said again, overawed. “So fucking big.” He tore his eyes away from my dick, zeroing in on my face. “You’re gonna feel so good inside me, filling me, stretching me, fucking me hard and deep.”

His words annihilated me as vivid images of doing exactly that filled my vision. I bucked up from the bed, fucking through his hand, wishing it were his ass. He could have sat down on my cock right then, and I wouldn’t have stopped him, no hesitation at all at how far I’d originally deemed acceptable to go.

“But not today,” he continued, and I had to take a second to shake off my thoughts. He twisted his fingers around my tip once, twice, and then slid them down to the base. “Today, I taste you.” He lowered his head, opened his mouth and swallowed me down his throat in one easy move.

Grabbing the sheets, I fought to keep my hips down, the urge to drive up into his mouth and ram my cock as deep as I could go, a visceral thing. Lifting to my crown, his fingers chasing his mouth, he sucked, pulling the precum from my slit, his tongue swirling around the head before deep-throating me once more.

“Yesss,” I hissed when he came up and repeated the process, saliva coating my length, dripping down the side, all around his mouth, making his lips glisten. So brazen, as his lips stretched wide around me, yet so right, so perfect. His mouth sucked me, taking me deep, throat massaging me. My brain checked out as everything became all too much—too much sensation and feeling and emotion all at once.

Lifting off me, he licked down my shaft to my balls, laving first one and then the other, sucking them into his mouth, rolling them along his tongue, before releasing them both and taking my cock back into the scorching heat of his mouth.

My spine tingled in warning and my balls tightened, the coil inside me so tightly drawn. “Ash,” I rasped, but my saying his name only spurred him on, intensifying the sensation, his face bobbing faster, sucking harder. My fingers gripped his hair, pulling roughly, trying to lever him off, but I was too late. My cock swelled painfully in his mouth, my body went rigid, vision dimming as I hurtled over the abyss and emptied down his throat.

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