Page 59 of Surviving the Break
“I tell you what,” he said, flipping me to my back and straddling my waist. “I’ll get us both ready,” he reached for something over my head, not taking an eye off me, “and may the best man win.” He greased our cocks, then used his fingers to insert some into our entrances. I groaned from the stretch. “You like that?” he asked, the tip of his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth while he worked.
I took advantage of his distraction by slamming my palms into his chest; he flew backward, then I flipped around to stand. I’d made it two steps before tripping on my pants that hung from one ankle. Two things happened at once: I threw my arms out to catch the wall in front of me, and Ash rushed in behind me and rammed his cock straight into me, forcing me face first against the wall and propelling me to the tips of my toes. “God!” I shouted, shocked and unprepared for his debilitating entry.
Ash secured a hand over my mouth. “You wouldn’t want to wake your parents, would you?” he asked mockingly. He’d won. He wanted it more than me.
My eyes widened, and I fought for air as he repeatedly bottomed out into my center. Banging at my prostate’s door. He removed his hand to grip my hips and tug me back so I was bent over, hands still plastered to the wall. Blow after hard, punishing blow threatened to tear me in two. Spots danced before my eyes. The wet sounds of his lubed cock entering and exiting my hole and the lightning strikes against my ass with each snap of Ash’s hips were the only things that kept me conscious. I’d never seen him this fierce.
“I own this,” he barked, landing a heavy hand on my backside before squeezing to the point of delicious pain. “Do you hear me?” he hissed.
I attempted to answer but the only thing to leave my lips was the saliva that dribbled down my chin.
“Do—you—hear—me?” He curled over my back, and the move torpedoed his cock even deeper. Pulling my head back by my hair, he brought his mouth to my ear. “Only for me. I’ll fuck it,” he slammed home, “suck it,” slammed in again, “take it apart and then kiss it and make it better.” He swirled his hips, and my arms shook, sweat-slicked palms slipping down the wall. “Do you feel that, Max?”
“Ash…”
“I said, do you feel that?” His tone warned me to answer correctly.
He tugged me to a standing position, spun me around by my shoulders, palmed my ass, and raised me off my feet. My legs instinctively went around him. He tugged the denim free of my ankle before hiking me up the wall. “Answer me!” he whisper-shouted.
“I only...want you,” I said, back arching, cock leaking and slapping against my abs.
“That’s not what the fuck I asked.” He took me to the floor and wrangled my knees to the sides of my head. From this position, all I could do was take. He fucked me unhurriedly now, but his face remained contorted and barbaric in its intensity. “Do you feel this?”
“Yes... Fuck. I feel it, Ash.”
“This is me owning this ass.Myass. So help me God if I ever need to make myself clearer.” A vortex whirled in the pit of his eyes, a vision with a cruel feel quite like thunder. He moved in an erotic rhythm. Sensual now, as opposed to unmerciful. It garnered identical results, though. I still choked on the pleasure. His body, big and commanding, hovered above me dripping like a sieve. And when I reached to touch myself, his top lip pulled back in a snarl. “My dick will get the job done.” He moved faster then, jarring me backward, and I flinched from the rug burn. He dropped his head back, pumping out several harsh breaths, his abs and arms tensing tightly. A warm sensation filling me and trickling to my cleft signaled his release.
I was depleted of life, even though my cock remained hard and unspent. Never had I been fucked so thoroughly. Orgasm or not. If his purpose was to ruin me for anyone else, mission accomplished. Ash released my legs and lowered his head to my cock. I shot upright when my tip hit the back of his throat at the same time his fingers hit the back of my channel. “Shit, Ash, please…”
He pressed me flat to the floor with a hand to my chest, watching me from under his lashes as his head moved up and down and his tongue swirled around my crown. He rotated between sucking me off while finger-fucking me to licking his fingers clean and then eating my ass. I warned him that I was close, and the room turned upside down until I realized the movement came from me. Ash flipped me and roughly positioned me to my hands and knees before diving into me again, his granite dick impossibly bigger. “Jesus,” I said, praying my parents couldn’t hear us because Ash had lost all reason and no longer had the mental capacity to care. I fell to my elbows, biting my bicep to contain my scream as I came, my cum splashing my arms, the rug, and the side of my face. “It’s too...much,” I struggled to say. I’d never come that hard in my life.
Ash didn’t or wouldn’t hear me. He dragged his nails down my back and fucked me with the deliberate intent to place a stain on my libido. No one else would do now. “Fuck, I can’t get far enough in you,” he said, frustrated. Meanwhile, I felt him graze my heart.
I pushed back with all my strength, trying to get him as deep as he needed to be. To come out the other end of my throat if he had to. “Better?” I asked, something close to mania consuming me. I tucked my head to view my soft cock in disbelief after feeling another orgasm approaching. “Fuck!” I nearly blacked out when the milky droplets shot through me.
Ash tugged me upright and came with my ass pressed tight to his thighs, my back to his front, and his fingers twisting my nipples. Once he stopped moving, I fell forward and onto my back, landing in the wet spot. I gazed up at him. Cum coated his scruff and escaped from the corners of his mouth. His pink tongue darted out to lick at his sticky lips. He had a look in his eyes that said things were only just getting started. My head weighed a ton, but I managed to lift it to peer down at my flaccid cock before dropping back to the floor and praying for mercy.
“Fuck me,” he begged, and because he couldn’t wait, he reached behind himself and began to rise and lower onto his own hand.
We continued, and the fucking turned more beautiful and brutal. We dragged ourselves onto the bed afterward, falling asleep in a heap of tangled limbs. I drifted off doing what Dad suggested earlier: being grateful for all that I’d gained.
ALIGHT KNOCKon the door tore me from sleep. Next to me, Ash lay on his stomach, snoring. Tugging on a pair of sweats, I padded over and cracked the door open. “Mom?” I slipped through and pulled it closed behind me. “What time is it?” I whispered.
“A little after six.” She pressed Ash’s folded laundry into my hands.
“Thanks, but why are you up so early? Is everything okay?”
She brushed my concern off with a wave of her hand. “Everything’s fine. Maggie’s having a crisis,” she sighed as if this was nothing new. “I’m riding to the house in a bit.”
“Okay,” I said, still not understanding why I had to be woken up.
“You’ll probably be gone to the farm by the time I get back.”
“Yeah, but we’ll be back this way before we leave town.”
“I know, I know. I wanted to ask you something. Why didn’t you want me to mention that you were in love with Ash? Does he not know?”
“I...um.” I looked at her wide, hopeful eyes and softened. I’d spent the last year evading her. Yesterday was the first time in a while that I’d opened up to her; I didn’t want to undo all that now. “No. He doesn’t.”
