Page 26 of Asher's Answer
“Baby, it will be.” Then, for good measure I repeat, “Because. It’s. You.”
To get him out of his head, I kiss him again until the tension melts away from his shoulders. Then I roll us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, and I press the bottle of lube I grabbed earlier into his hand. After sliding a pillow beneath my hips, Ash slicks his fingers and teases my hole with light, tentative touches at first, until I’m begging and bearing down on his finger.
It’s not long before he’s scissoring two inside me, and the stretch and the burn is something I have to breathe through. It’s been a while -a long, long while- since I bottomed, but I need this. Need him. When the pain starts to ebb away and give way to pleasure, my babbled begging starts up again and Ash smiles into the kiss he places on my lips.
“Can you take a third?”
“I’m gonna need to if you’re going to fit,” I answer, gasping as he crooks his fingers and brushes my prostate. “Jesus, Ash. Baby, more of that…”
He gives me exactly what I asked for, adds extra lube and then a third finger. By the time he deems me ready, I’m on the edge of coming. This might be his first time topping, but he clearly understands from experience what makes for enjoyable prep. Then he lubes his neglected cock up and strokes it a few times, putting on a show just for me, before notching the head at my entrance. He stares down at me with laser focus as he inches in. Once he’s made it past the tight ring of muscles and I’ve breathed through the additional burn, he sinks inside me slowly with short, smooth thrusts of his hips.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot,” he says through gritted teeth. “Daddy…fuck…” He bottoms out and stills, breathing hard. “You’re amazing.” He leans down -his hands still planted on the mattress on either side of my shoulders- and kisses my chest, then asks, “You okay?”
“Uh huh,” I answer, feeling full and loved and a little overwhelmed. “I’m good. Just…move when you’re ready.” I want to demand that he start moving, but he’s still my boy and I’m not forcing him if he needs more time.
Above me, Ash sets his jaw and starts rocking his hips languidly.
It feels so fucking good.
“Charlie…” he exhales after a few thrusts, “Daddy, I’m already so close…” He’s still moving, though, and he shifts his angle experimentally and I see stars for a moment as he grazes that magical spot inside me.
“Do that again and I’ll beat you there,” I growl out, grabbing his hips and fucking up onto him, trying to find that angle again.
It takes a little maneuvering, but I shout as he gets it, opening my eyes again to catch him grinning at me.
Then he bends and we kiss sloppily.
“Fuck, I love this,” he says against my mouth, our panting breaths mingling. “I love you. So much.”
“Me too,” I agree before he rests his weight on one elbow to reach between us and pump my cock in time with his movements. “Oh, Ash, baby, yes…”
He speeds up and we’re both close, our breathing ragged, sweat slicking our skin. When his cock brushes my prostate again, I don’t even have time to warn him before I’m coming hard over his hand and our abdomens, his hand milking rope after rope of cum from me.
I’m still riding the wave of pleasure when I realize that my orgasm has pulled him over the edge with me, his hips jerking. I feel the heat of his release inside me, dribbling out of my ass when he pulls out as gently as he can. It’s messy, and sticky, and cooling…and absolutely perfect.
“Shower?” he asks, having flopped down on the mattress beside me to catch his breath.
I turn my head, feeling boneless and sleepy, and kiss his shoulder. “Definitely.”
And, when we get out of the shower and he starts slipping into his little headspace, I’m once again overwhelmed by just how perfect he is for me.
* * *
I call my parents to tell them all about Asher the next day. It’s something I’ve been putting off because Mom can be…a lot. I know I’ve gotten my caregiver tendencies from her, but she’s loud and excitable and will probably try to smother Ash with adoration. Don’t get me wrong: he deserves all the love in the world, but he’s also still kind of skittish and my mother might just scare him off.
Still, we’ve officially exchanged ‘I love you’s now, and I have no reason to hide him from my family. In fact, I want to show him off, this beautiful man of mine.
When Mom picks up the phone, I can’t help but smile at her infectious joy. “Well, if it isn’t my firstborn,” she answers, and I can picture the shit-eating grin on her face. “You finally remembered that you have parents, huh?”
“I texted you last week,” I sigh dramatically, deliberately poking the bear.
“You sent a thumbs up when I texted to say hi.”
“I can move on to gifs instead of emojis if you’d like?”
“That does feel much more personalized.”
I laugh and so does she, and I do have to acknowledge that I miss her, even if she does get a little suffocating sometimes. My dad’s the calming influence, but he generally lets her do what she wants because it’s easier and he likes to indulge her. Now that I’ve got Ash in my life, I can understand that more.
