Page 53 of A Little More Hope

He ruthlessly plundered my mouth, his tongue searching out every corner, sliding, flicking, lapping at mine. I was lost to this man, so, so lost to him. My arms clutched his shoulders as I thrust my body against his, my already hard, throbbing cock rubbing along his thigh. Closer. I needed to get closer.

He groaned in pleasure, ripping his mouth off mine, his chest heaving, his pale-blue eyes sparkling, his lips puffy and red. “Gabe won’t be around for a few hours,” he stated huskily, the sex in his voice covering my body with goose bumps. “I want to, need to, be naked with you. It’s only been a few days but feels more like a lifetime since we were together, and I had my hands on you.” He peppered my face with kisses, licked his way down my neck, and flicked his tongue over my Adam’s apple. “I need that again and can’t wait another minute.”

My body erupted into flames at his words, heating the blood in my veins with the need to touch his bare skin. If he intended to abandon me here alone and go back to the city, back to his reality, I’d make damn sure he’d never forget who the hell I was, and how I made him feel.

Not in my lifetime…not in any lifetime.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”

Chapter Seventeen

Mason

Grabbing hold of Ash’s hand, I all but dragged him out of the room and down the stairs, the desperate need to have him naked and under me my only goal. The kitchen and living area went by in a blur as I hustled him out of the house and across to Gabe’s, not stopping until I had him in my bedroom and pinned against the door. Securely flicking the lock, the click reassuringly loud, ensured us the privacy I demanded with no interruptions.

“Mase?” he asked shakily, and only now did I study his face. Eyes wild, pupils blown, a flush covering his cheeks, he looked gone already.

“Naked,” I ordered. He shuddered and swallowed, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Now.”

Giving himself room to maneuver, he whipped his T-shirt over his head in one swift movement. Mindful of his injuries, he carefully bent and unlaced his boots, toeing them off at the same time as he shoved his shorts and briefs down to his ankles, then removed them as well. Straightening, he looked me in the eye and raised an eyebrow.

I hadn’t been able to move, so transfixed watching him shed his clothes with such eagerness. Peeling away the layers to reveal the man underneath had taken all my attention.

“Aren’t we getting naked?” he snapped impatiently, causing a grin to spread across my face, at his frustrated question. “Well?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, deciding to take matters into his own hands by grabbing my T-shirt and hauling it up and over my head. Next, his fingers fiddled with the waistband on my shorts, almost ripping the button off in his haste to get me out of them. “Fucking porn star,” he mumbled to himself, though I didn’t understand the reference, and as I had other interests on my mind at the minute I wasn’t inclined to find out.

My shorts and underwear were around my ankles, stuck there, unable to get over my work boots, but apparently Ash didn’t want to waste any more time on them. Hot hands wrapped around my length, sliding up the shaft, the action pulling a low groan from my throat. He licked his lips and dropped his eyes to where he stroked me, but before he followed through on sucking me, I fell to my knees, coming face-to-face with his cock. Rock-hard, standing proud and straight, and throbbing in time to his erratic pulse, the veins along the side visible and the circumcised head a dark pink.

“Shit,” he moaned, his hand wrapping around himself, gliding over his flesh, gripping and squeezing as he got to the head, precum dripping from the slit making my mouth water.

I’d never been so close to a cock, an incredibly hard cock, in all my life and the engorged length appeared way too big to fit in my mouth, let alone be shoved into an ass. Mine was longer than Ash’s by a good inch or so, thicker too. Suddenly me trying to fit inside him made me feel incredibly anxious.

“Let’s go slow, yeah?” he coaxed, reading me. “We only do what you’re comfortable with, remember?”

“Okay,” I agreed, my voice shaky. Licking my lips, I opened my mouth and took him inside.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his fingers in my hair, pulling tight. The sharp pain should have hurt but instead only heightened the feelings of longing and arousal dancing under my skin. Resting my hands on his thighs, my tongue tentatively stroked against his slit lapping him, and above me, he began to tremble. Precum coated my taste buds, sweet yet bitter, the flavor mixing perfectly with Ash’s own musky scent, as if his whole essence had distilled down to one, small, perfect bead of juice.

He tasted delicious.

Taking more of him in, I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked. More precum leaked, so I swallowed, instantly addicted, craving more. Taking him all the way down my throat the same way I’d seen him do, I gagged and had to pull back. Frustrated, I tried again, slower and more cautious, yet the same thing happened.

“Take your time,” he panted.

Sliding off him, I gazed up. His body covered in a light sheen of perspiration, showed every facet of his leanly built muscles. Already well on the way to unraveling, and I’d barely touched him. Once again, I was amazed to be the one causing such a reaction. “I want to get it right,” I sighed.

“You are,” he replied and grinned tightly. “Maybe it’s for the best you don’t have any experience as it’s taking the last of my control to hold off and not instantly come all over your face.”

I relaxed some at his words. As crap as I considered myself to be, he totally got off on my amateurish attempts to pleasure him.

“It’s meant to be fun, Mase, and enjoyable. Don’t overthink it. Trust me, whatever you do is gonna work for me.”

He was right. This was my first time sucking cock. Just because I had one of my own didn’t mean I was an expert on how to suck someone else’s.

Thinking about what I enjoyed having done to me, I enveloped Ash with my fingers, applying enough pressure to stimulate, but not get him off, and worked my way up his shaft, before twisting them around the head a couple of times. “Hmm, yeah,” he moaned.

My mouth followed the action, and when my hand slid back down, my lips were close behind, sucking him, only to ease off, then repeating all over again. Cupping his balls, enclosing them in the palm of my free hand, I tugged gently, at the same time working his cock with my other hand and mouth.

“Like that, Mase,” he groaned, the trembling in his body more pronounced. “So, fucking good.”

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