Page 141 of Bad for Me

I lean over the side of the bed and grab my boxers. Twisting them up tight, I hold them in front of his mouth. His lips fall open, and he takes the fabric between his teeth eagerly, groaning as it touches his tongue. With his mouth full, I pull his side table drawer open and grab the nearly empty bottle of lube.

“It looks like someone has been busy.” I smirk, shaking the bottle. “How often do you play with your cock? Every day?” He nods. “More than once each day?” Again, he nods, his cheeks flushing. “Do you ever play with your little hole?” Another nod. “With your fingers?” He mumbles something behind the gag, and I start to pour the lube over his ass. “Do you have toys that you play with, baby? Are you stuffing your hole with toys picturing me here fucking you?”

His eyes roll back, and he moans as push two fingers inside him roughly.

“Such a naughty, dirty boy.” I groan, pumping my fingers into him. I curl them, searching for his prostate, and when he shrieks, his spine bowing off the bed, I know I’ve found it. I massage the spot over and over until tears are spilling from the corner of his eyes.

I continue to stretch him, adding a third and then a fourth finger until he’s begging, his thighs trembling with need and his cock leaking a steady stream of precome. When I slip my fingers free, he whines.

“Shhh baby, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.” I slick my length and squirt the rest on his ass before tossing the empty bottle to the ground. Gripping myself, I line myself up with his prepped entrance. “I need you to breathe, Sunshine. If it gets to be too much, hold up two fingers, and I'll stop, okay?” He nods his head so fast I worry his neck will snap. “Push out while I push in, baby and try to relax.”

I press against him, his entrance clenching for a moment before he relaxes, and I push past the tight ring of muscle. We both moan as I move inside him, inch after inch of my dick disappearing inside him. I can’t move my eyes from where we are joined, mesmerized by the way his body is stretching around me.

“God, Sunshine,” I gasp, my voice ragged. I grip his hips in a bruising hold and still once I’m fully inside him. “I don’t think this is going to last too long. Your hole is too perfect, too fucking tight. You’re sucking me in so good. You’re so desperate for me.”

He nods and grinds his hips, trying to get me to move. After another deep breath, I do. I ease back until I'm nearly all the way out before slamming back into him. His entire body jolts with the motion. His knuckles turn white as he grips the handcuff chain. I lose myself in the feel of his body around me and snap my hips back and forth. Pleasure builds, and I fall forward, tearing the fabric from his mouth. I take Ashby’s lips in a punishing kiss, both of us moaning into each other's mouths. As my orgasm begins to crest, I wrap my fist around his leaking cock.

“Come with me, Sunshine. I want to feel you pulse around my cock as I fill you with my come.”

With only two more pumps of my fist, Ashby groans, his body arching as he spurts into my hand. His ass flutters around me, squeezing me in a vice grip and ripping my orgasm from me. I shudder, my thrusts broken and shallow as I pump him full of come.

I collapse on top of him, my hands moving to release the cuffs. Once he’s free, I roll to the side, pulling him with me.

“That was amazing,” I rasp. “You did so well for me, Sunshine. It was everything I imagined and more.”

Ashby’s eyes are closed, a small smile playing across his swollen lips. He trails his fingers over my chest, warm breath puffing over my sweaty skin.

“I love you, Storm. I’m so fucking glad your back,” he says, his breathing slowing. Just when I think he’s fallen asleep, he speaks up again, his voice hoarse and thick. “Please don’t leave me again. I won’t survive it.”

“I’m never leaving you again, Sunshine. I swear it.”

He hums softly, and the sound of his soft snores fills the room within seconds. I slip from the bed and grab a wet cloth, cleaning us both off before slipping under the covers. I pull him against my body, holding him tighter than is comfortable, but he only snuggles closer, tangling his legs with mine and burying his face against my chest. Something inside me loosens as I hold him in my arms. A tightness I hadn’t realized was there leaves me, and I let myself drift off to sleep.

* * *

I jolt awake,my hand reaching for my Sunshine. Instead of a warm, perfect body, my fingers brush against cold sheets. Leaping from the bed, I run from the room, my eyes darting over every inch of the apartment as I search for Ashby. The sound of laughter comes from the kitchen, and I race towards it.

“What the fuck?” I growl through bared teeth as I take in the sight before me. Ashby is dressed in loose sleep pants and no shirt, with a blue apron covering his chest. He holds a spatula, and I can smell the French toast he’s cooking. What bothers me is Elio, sitting comfortably on one of the stools pulled up to the counter, a relaxed smile on his face. I want to leap across the counter and slice that smile off with a dull butter knife. My feet are moving before anyone can speak. Ashby jumps in front of me, blocking my path.

“Um, did you know you're naked?” he whispers, his cheeks bright red as he fights the urge to glance down. I smirk, pushing out my chest and throwing my shoulders back. “We have a guest, so you should go put some pants on at least.” His face scrunches up, and his body stiffens as he peers over his shoulder at Elio. “Close your eyes or turn around,” he snaps, and I see Elio fight back a smile even as he turns in his seat. “You shouldn’t let people see you naked. You’re mine… right?”

“Look at you, Sunshine, getting possessive.” I chuckle, and his lips jut out in an adorable pout. “Of course, I’m fucking yours, and this cock is just for you, baby.”

I buck my hips, letting my semi-hard length brush against his leg.

“Good.” He brings his fingers to my chest, running them over the ridges of my muscles.

“Now, what the fuck were you thinking, leaving the bed without my permission?” I demand, gripping his throat in my hand. “And then I come out here to find you shirtless and giggling with another man?” His eyes go wide, a flash of panic darting through them, and I squeeze his neck tighter. “That’s right, Sunshine, you were naughty, and I think you need to be punished.” His pupils blow, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip.

“But…” He glances over his shoulder at Elio, who is still turned away from us, his phone held in his hand.

“No buts,” I snap, swatting his ass hard enough to make him yelp. “He can listen while I punish you. Let him hear how pretty you scream for me.”

Elio’s shoulders shake with laughter, though he remains quiet. I bend and grab Ashby around the waist, tossing him over my shoulder. His hand snakes down my back, his fingers brushing over my ass tentatively. I leave the door open when I reach the room and toss Ashby onto the bed, his body bouncing once. Settling onto the couch near his bookshelves, I stare, waiting for him to look at me.

“Get naked and come lay yourself over my lap,” I say, my voice low and husky.

Ashby flushes from the tips of his ears down his chest. I track his every move. The apron is removed first and tossed to the floor. Next, he peels off the sleep pants, and I nearly launch myself off the couch and fuck him right there on the floor when his bare cock slips free.

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