Page 72 of Hero Worship

From the couch came a muffled groan. "Oh my god, will you two please shut up? Some of us are trying to sleep here."

I pressed my face into Ash's chest to muffle my snicker. "Sorry, X."

"No, you're not," Xavier muttered, but I caught the fond exasperation in his voice. Even annoyed at being kept awake by our relationship drama, he couldn't quite hide how much he cared.

Ash tugged the blankets higher, but I wasn't ready to sleep. Not with the weight of tomorrow pressing down on us. Not when this might be our last night together before everything went to hell.

I let my lips find his collarbone, tasting salt and gunpowder and that indefinable something that was purely Ash. My fingers traced the familiar landscape of scars on his chest, mapping territory I'd already memorized but couldn't get enough of.

"Daddy?" I whispered, barely a breath against his skin. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About wanting me to get pierced for you?"

His hand stilled on my hip. "Every word. If you want that, that is."

Heat pooled in my belly at his words. "Eli works at a piercing shop back home. He's really good. Could do my nipples first, then get my cock pierced once those heal."

Ash's grip tightened possessively. "Yeah? You'd do that for me, baby? Let me decorate your pretty cock with jewelry only I get to see?"

"Yes," I breathed.

His hands slid up my chest, my nipples hardening through the thin fabric of my sleep shirt. "These will look so pretty with little silver barbells."

The promise in his voice made me shiver. "You've really thought about this."

"Every time I touch you here." He pinched one nipple lightly, making me gasp. "Imagine how sensitive they'll be once they're pierced. How pretty you'll look all decorated for me."

In one smooth movement, he rolled me beneath him, using his bulk to pin me to the mattress. His hand covered my mouth as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Not a sound, baby. Don't want to wake your brother again."

I nodded frantically as his fingers found the hem of my shirt, tugging it up to expose my chest. His mouth replaced his fingers on my nipple, tongue tracing where the jewelry would go. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the mental image of being pierced for him made my dick twitch against the lace of my panties.

"So perfect," he murmured against my skin. "Can't wait to see you all marked up for me."

His other hand slid down my stomach to trace the edge of my panties. The black lace was already damp with pre-cum where my cock strained against the delicate fabric.

"Look how wet these pretty panties are getting," he growled softly. "All for me."

I could only whimper against his palm as his fingers teased along the lace, barely touching where I needed him most. Each brush of his fingertips made the fabric drag against sensitive skin in maddening ways.

"Please," I whispered when he moved his hand from my mouth. "Need you."

He sat back on his heels, drinking in the sight of me spread out beneath him. His sleep pants did nothing to hide how hard he was, the thick outline of his cock making my mouth water.

I reached for his waistband, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you."

The fabric of his pants brushed against my inner thighs as he settled between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, but his grip on my wrists never wavered.

"Such a needy little thing," he murmured, grinding against me through our clothes. The friction of lace against my cock had me biting my lip to stay quiet.

"Please," I whispered against his lips, need making my voice crack. "Need you inside me."

He pulled back slightly, studying my face in the dim light. "Baby, your brother's right there."

"Don't care," I breathed. "Please, Ash."

Something dark and hungry flashed in his eyes at my words. Understanding dawned in his expression. This wasn't about pleasure. This was about grounding, about belonging, about erasing the chaos of the day with the surest thing we had.

"Okay," he murmured, reaching for the lube. "But you've got to be quiet, baby."

Finally, blessedly, he released my wrists to hook his fingers in my panties. The fabric whispered down my legs as he stripped them off, leaving me completely exposed while he remained frustratingly clothed.

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