Page 59 of Ruthless Rebel

“Then fuck me, Ash,” I plead, the words barely escaping my dry throat. “Fuck me, own me, make me yours, and erase everyone else who came before me.” I pair my words with the slow stroke of his own cock, reveling in how hot and smooth he feels in my hand, making him groan.

“Fuck, Lo,” he moans, biting his lip as he arches against me, chasing the friction of my fist, and I refuse to deny him any longer.

We stay locked like that, jerking one another off until I can’t take another second, and it seems he feels the same, because he pulls back, ripping open his bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Well look at my little Boy Scout,” I purr, both surprised and excited at how prepared he is.

“Shut up and spread your legs,” he demands, and I do, expecting some hesitancy, but then watch in fascination as he flips open the lid and pours the cool liquid until it covers his fingers completely.

Then he is leaning down and pressing them against my back hole, massaging it gently before pushing inside, and I can’t help but marvel at him. He wasn’t kidding, he really did watch Lincoln’s every move, because then he is pumping his fingers with ease for someone who has never done this before, and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head.

“Oh god, yes, that’s it,” I praise, pushing down on his fingers, already desperate for his cock, when his other hand slams beside my headon the mattress, forcing my gaze to snap to his.

“There is no god here, so if you’re going to scream a name, make it mine.”

Fuck. Me. Asher. Fucking. Donovan.

Before I can even respond, he pulls out his fingers, rips open a condom, and slides it down his length. Then he is slicking his cock up with more lube, before lining it up with my ass. Only then does he pause. “Can I please fuck you now?” The question has the heart that has beat for him for six years fucking swooning.

I lean up, capturing his lips with my own and pouring as much emotion as I can possibly muster into the kiss before I pull back. “Yes, Ash, you can fuck me now.”

His forehead presses against my own, and then ever so slowly he slides his cock inside of me, stealing both our breaths. One inch, then two, stretching me so fully that I have to bite back my moan, as my eyes roam over his face. The look there is one I’ll remember forever, it’s filled with longing and pleasure, but more than that it’s filled with choice. He chose this, he chose me, and it’s now, right here in this moment, that I realize how special that is.

“Fuck, Logan,” he breathes, gritting his teeth as he bottoms out inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Words I’ve only dreamed of hearing fall from his lips, yet the reality is so much fucking sweeter. His cock is long, and feels thick and full inside of me, and fuck do I need him to move. I need him to move like I need air to breathe, and with only one stroke inside of me I don’t think I will ever recover from him.

“Ash. Please.” The plea is gritted out through my teeth, as I beg him for what I know is going to be a delicious torture, but I need it more than I have ever needed anything.

“You beg so fucking sweet, Lo,” he groans, drawing his hips back slowly, before slamming them back down again, ripping a moan from my throat. Then he is fucking me, moving his hips in a mixture of slow snaps and rough thrusts, until ungodly sounds are spilling from my lips, and still he gives me more. “You feel fucking perfect, so hot and tight for me, and you take me so fucking well,” he praises, sending lightning through my veins with every word. “Fuck, is this what it feels like?” His voice is so strained from the pleasure that it almost distracts me from his question.

“Is this what, what feels like?” I ask, raising my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, relishing in the powerful way he moves above me.

“When you fuck someone you truly want,” he replies, cracking my heart in two with a fucking axe in only a few words.

God, what it must have been like. As if the night he suffered right alongside Elle wasn’t enough. No, his father just had to take more, to give more, to saddle his own son with so much fucking trauma that I know he will never truly recover, but fuck will I be there by his side while he tries.

I slide my hands around the back of his neck, holding him against my skin, as he rocks his hips into me. “Yes, baby, this is what it feels like,” I confirm, erasing every bit of space between us and kissing him like it’s my last day on earth.

We move in perfect sync, our bodies rolling together as one, and a shared look of contentment passes through us. Six years. Six years of friendship, six years of denial, six years of longing, and pining, always meant for more, and now here we are. Our bodies are like magnets as he fucks me with his cock and hand, sending me right into oblivion, as the head of his cock rolls against that spot inside of me.

“Ash, I’m gonna come,” I pant against his lips, and he groans, moving his hips and fist even faster.

“Come for me, Lo, I want to feel it,” he pleads, once again leaning his head against mine. “I want to see you fall apart around mycock,” he adds, watching himself sink inside of me with every thrust, and I am done for.

Cum shoots from my cock, spilling across my stomach and his hand, as I pant and moan his name, making him groan at the sight of my release.

“Fuck, Lo, yes that’s it,” he praises, sliding his hand up and down my slick shaft, milking every last drop from me, until his thrusts start to falter. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he yells, snapping his hips at a lightning speed until his moans are ricocheting off the wall, and I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.

Watching him fall apart above me is something that will be engraved in my brain forever, but it’s the comforting way he collapses on top of me, struggling to catch his breath, that really gets me. I take a chance, bringing my hands up to stroke up the span on his back, savoring the way his entire body shivers against mine, as I hold him against me. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but even forever wouldn’t be long enough, and when he pulls back and his eyes meet mine, they are lighter than I have ever seen them.

“Let’s do that again,” he breathes, kissing me softly, and I can’t help but smile at the insatiable little psycho.

“How about we refuel, and shower, then you can fuck me again,” I explain, knowing we should eat and clean up a little first.

“How about we refuel, and then I fuck you in the shower,” he counters back, and who am I to refuse an offer like that?

We spend the rest of the day wrapped up in one another, eating and catching up, he talks about work, asks about med school, and Lincoln finally texts us both that he is busy but safe, and that he will see us soon. Then I suck Ash off in the shower, before he bends me over and fucks me against the tiles, then the counter, then the bed, drawing four orgasms out of me before we finally fall asleep together in a heap. By the time I head back home thenext morning I am feeling lighter than I have in years, and it doesn’t matter what Lincoln does, I don’t think anything can go wrong between the three of us now. We have officially established the next steps in our relationship, and I for one can’t wait for more threesomes.

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