Page 131 of Knockin' Boats
I shivered.
“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered. “I’ll give you the deluxe Ash Dixon care package.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means you’re gonna feel so good, big boy.”
I laughed. “Okay, that sounds ridiculous.”
He propelled me toward the bedroom, and I let him guide me inside and down onto the edge of the bed. “How about sweet dick? I’ll make you feel so good, sweet dick.”
“Yeah, we’re gonna need to hold off on the endearments.”
Ash froze as he reached for my shirt. “You’re not…um, regretting?—”
“No.” I grasped his face and tugged him into a kiss. This wasn’t passionate, but quiet. Soft. A little promise of the truth between us. “I mean, it’s surreal. I won’t lie. Everything has changed so fast.”
Ash tugged my shirt up and I raised my arms so he could tug it over my head. Then he went down to his knees.
My legs parted for him, practically an involuntary response.
“It wasn’t fast for me.” His eyes met mine, an undeniable sincerity there. “I’ve loved you my whole life. I just didn’t always…”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Me too.”
Ash smiled wryly. “Maybe not as much as me, but you’re here now. I’m really glad you gave me a chance.”
I knocked his hat off so I could run my fingers through his golden hair. I’d once found his good looks so annoying. One more thing that came so easily to Ash, I thought. But god, he was gorgeous, and I was the one who got to enjoy it.
I tightened my hands and tugged. “Want you to fuck me.”
Ash’s gaze flicked up to meet mine. “You’re sure?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I hadn’t been able to forget that little porn experiment of ours. Ash had fingered me every time we’d messed around since, but something had kept us from crossing the line to actual fucking. Maybe we’d both been waiting for this moment.
When we were both sure of what it would mean to us.
“I’ll make it so fucking good,” Ash promised, his voice filled with a sexy rasp that gave away how much he wanted it.
He slipped trembling fingers under the waistband of my shorts and tugged.
I lifted my ass, and he pulled them down over my thighs, then did the same with my boxer briefs. He drew the material down my legs, then pulled off my shoes and slipped it over my feet.
I sat on the edge of the bed, entirely naked, my cock sticking out hard and stiff, practically begging for attention. Ash was still fully dressed, but he didn’t keep me waiting.
He gently widened my legs, then brushed a feathery soft kiss to my inner thigh. He nuzzled my balls. Then he finally moved his lips to the shaft of my dick.
“Stop teasing and suck me,” I growled, pushing my hips forward, cockhead bumping Ash’s lips.
He tsked. “So impatient.”
I tightened my grip on his hair, tugging him down, and he parted his lips to let me inside his hot, wet mouth. I groaned, loosening my hold so Ash could set the pace.
“Fuck, I’m so wound up,” I muttered. “I need?—”
He pushed a finger into my hole, the sudden intrusion burning but also just what I needed.
