Page 73 of Hero Worship

"Please," I breathed, reaching for him again. This time he let me tug at his pants until his cock sprang free, hot and heavy against my thigh.

He had to get up briefly to kick the pants off completely, and I mourned the loss of his warmth. But then he was back, pressing me into the mattress as he reached for the lube.

His fingers worked me open with torturous patience while his mouth left marks all over my chest. By the time he finally pushed inside me, I was trembling with need.

The stretch of him filling me felt like coming home. Like everything in the universe clicking into place. Like belonging. His hand covered my mouth again as he set a slow, deep rhythm that had me seeing stars.

"Mine," he growled softly, grinding deep. "All mine."

I nodded frantically against his palm, my nails leaving crescents in his shoulders as I fought to stay quiet. But Ash seemed determined to make me break.

He shifted the angle slightly, hitting the perfect spot inside me. A small whine escaped before I could stop it.

"Now, now," he whispered, stilling completely. "What did I say about being quiet?"

I glared up at him, trying to move my hips against his iron grip. The smug bastard just held me still, watching me squirm.

"Something to say, baby?" he asked innocently, grinding deep but not giving me the friction I needed.

I shook my head frantically, but my body betrayed me, clenching around him in a silent plea. He rewarded me with a slow drag out and an equally slow push in that had my eyes rolling back.

The sound that escaped me was barely audible, but in the quiet room, it might as well have been a shout. His hand pressed harder against my mouth, but I caught his smirk in the dim light.

"Tsk tsk. And you were doing so well."

If my mouth wasn't covered, I would have told him exactly where he could shove his smug attitude. But my body was a traitor, clenching tight around him as he resumed that torturously slow pace.

He kept me like that, suspended between pleasure and frustration, watching me fight to stay quiet even as he did hisbest to break my control. Each new thrust drove me crazy, to push me closer to the edge without letting me fall.

When my thighs started trembling around his waist, he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Come for me, baby. Nice and quiet."

His words sent me over the edge, my whole body seizing up as pleasure crashed through me. I felt more than heard his groan as he followed me over, filling me with his release.

When I could think again, I found him watching me with that soft expression that made my BPD brain want to simultaneously run away and never let go.

"You're an asshole," I whispered as he removed his hand from my mouth.

"Mm." He kissed me softly. "But I'm your asshole."

He eased out carefully, both of us wincing at the loss. A quick glance confirmed Xavier was still sleeping, or at least doing a damn good impression of it.

Ash slipped carefully from the bed, pulling his sleep pants back on before padding to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth, his touch reverent as he cleaned me.

"You're staring," I murmured, unable to keep the smile from my face.

"Can't help it." He tossed the washcloth aside and pulled me against his chest. "You're beautiful like this."

"Like what? Thoroughly fucked?"

"Mine," he corrected, running his fingers through my hair. "Completely and utterly mine."

"Always," I whispered against his skin, already drifting toward sleep.

"Are you two finally done fucking?" Xavier's voice shattered the moment, making us both freeze. "Jesus Christ, I thought that would never end."

I buried my face in Ash's chest, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "You were awake the whole time?"

"Unfortunately." Xavier's dramatic sigh could probably be heard in the next room. "You two aren't nearly as quiet as you think you are. And Ash? Maybe ease up on the 'mine' stuff. We get it."

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