Page 56 of A Little More Hope

The two things I couldn’t give.

“Mase,” he whined as I powered into him hard, wild, focusing on his pleasure, his need.

This. This I could give him.

Changing my angle for a deeper glide, my cock dragged along his prostrate over and over, sending him ever closer to the edge. I took hold of his dick, so thick and solid, and roughly jerked him off. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…nnngghh.” Inner muscles clamped down so hard around me I struggled to move; then he began shooting and shooting and shooting. Reams of hot and sticky cum plastered his belly, chest, and neck. A few spurts dripped down my fingers. Lifting my hand, I sucked them clean, the need to taste him overpowering.

Continuing to fuck him as he rode out his climax, his taste on my tongue, I desperately wanted to mark him in the most primal of ways. What would he feel like bare? My cum filling his ass, coating his inner walls? The vision so vivid, so real, had my balls drawing up tight as my own climax hurtled through my body.

Pulling out, I ripped off the condom, panting heavily, the urge to plunge back in with no barriers between us clawing at me.

“Yes,” Ash keened. Even through his cum-filled haze, he understood, craved the same closeness as I did. “I got tested last month; I’m clear.”

I’d had my own tests done while in the hospital. “Me too,” I rasped.

He snatched the condom from my grasp and threw it to the floor. “So fill me up. Make me yours.”

A primal and possessive growl erupted from deep in my throat as I forcefully thrust my cock back inside his ass, driving in deep. His silky-smooth walls closed around me, enveloping me in their velvet heat, heightening the pleasure. I held there, vision dimming, painfully hard as my orgasm ripped from deep in my balls and I came hard, filling Ash with my scalding release.

I pulled out and plunged in again, my balls slapping against his ass, pumping the last of my seed into his clenching hole, marking him, owning him, doing as he demanded and making him mine. Bone-deep satisfaction spread throughout my body at the primitive act, knowing he’d forever have a part of me inside him.

If I couldn’t leave him anything else, I’d leave him this.

My hips flexed a few more times, aftershocks racking my frame. Carefully flopping down on top of him, exhaustion sweeping over my aching body, I didn’t care about the mess all over us as Ash’s arms gently enfolded me, pulling me close. We smelled of sweat and sex and cum, a heady mix I inhaled deeply, wanting to stay in the moment forever.

My cock remained as hard as stone, buried in his ass as far as I could go. The sensitized head jerked whenever I moved, releasing the last of my seed. Ash didn’t appear to be in any hurry for me to withdraw, and I didn’t want to either, content to stay connected and close for as long as he’d let me.

“Hey,” he murmured softly. Lifting my head, I stared at his flushed cheeks, glazed eyes and satisfied expression on his face. His arms and legs hugging my body, squeezed me tight, sending trembling shivers along my skin. “You okay?” he asked.

Me?

“More than okay,” I replied and bent, taking his red and swollen lips with mine. Our tongues licking, lips affirming what we’d done together. The kiss soft and tender, the complete opposite of the hunger and frantic activity of minutes ago, and the languid sensuality of the moment annihilated me.

My hips kept moving lazily back and forward of their own accord, my softening cock not ready to give up on its pleasure, on giving Ash pleasure.

“God,” he shuddered, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip. “I could really get used to this.”

Me too.

Sex I could deal with. Sex I could do.

Being with Ash was addictive. My body already craved more, and soon. Like a junkie looking for my next fix, it wouldn’t be long before my dick demanded to be inside him again, getting high on his welcoming body.

He’d said he wanted everything with me, and lying here cradled in his arms I wanted to give him what he’d asked for. But the warnings resounding in my head at how bad it was to get any more attached were screaming for me to listen, and I was—I would—but not today. Today I’d enjoy him, and once reality took over and my head cleared of its lovemaking haze, I’d try to figure out what everything entailed for him, however impossible that might be to give.

Chapter Eighteen

Ash

We lay half awake, half asleep, drifting in a satiated bubble of bliss, neither of us having the energy to move. As well as the cum that’d dripped out of my ass, dried patches of the stuff also plastered my legs, body, and neck, with some even managing to get in my hair. I’d never come so much or so far in my life. I’m sure I’d blacked out at one point as I shot my load, Mason had been fucking me so deep and hard. Whoever said size doesn’t matter has never had that man’s big dick up their ass. I wasn't going to walk normally for days.

Raising my head, I regarded him quietly, his head resting on my chest, his body draped half over mine, one arm and leg pinning me down. Normally, I’m the one wrapped around the person I’m with if we ever got to the point of sharing a bed. Mostly so I’d be the one to extricate myself and decide when to leave and not the other way around.

But this, surprisingly, didn’t freak me out at all. I didn’t feel vulnerable by not having the control I normally found necessary. Mason clinging to me, choosing to stay, made me feel safer for some reason, which was kind of weird.

I shifted in the bed, and he snuggled closer, letting out a contented sigh. The movement, however, made me itch where patches of flaky cum remained stuck to me.

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