Page 53 of Totally Played
“We can do more of that later. Right now, I’m going to show you how amazing ass play can be.”
He steps back.
“Stay there,” he says, and then he’s gone. I check over my shoulder and watch as he grabs a small towel and folds it a few times before tossing it on the tile behind me. I frown.
“What’s that for?”
“My knees, later.”
A shiver rolls up my spine as his gaze sweeps up and down my body.
“You look so fucking sexy like that, ass out, waiting for me, watching me,” he says, and my face is on fire, but I can’t look away. His glistening hard body steps closer and then his arms are around me, his cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass as his mouth sucks hard on my neck. I’m met with a delicious sting as he bites a little, then moves his mouth down my back. That will probably mark later, but I don’t care. Nothing can take away from the pure pleasure of having his hands on me. I don’t remember sex or fooling around ever being like this. Is this what it’s like for everyone, or is this something special that’s just between us? Surely no one would leave their beds if this were how it felt whenever their lover touched them.
I watch over my shoulder as he kneels on the towel, water cascading over my back, his hands clench my ass cheeks, raising an excitement in my gut wondering what he’s going to do to me. What is it going to feel like? What if I don’t like it? Fuck, no way will I not like anything he’s about to do. He’s just staring at my ass right now and my cock is almost ready to fucking explode.
He glances up at me then, holds my hips and pulls me a few steps back.
“Hands back on the wall,” he says, and I have to lean forward to reach the tiles of his walk-in shower, putting my ass right in his face, and the hot water mostly falling over my back and down my sides.
“Perfect,” he says, sliding his hands up over my ass cheeks. I watch over my shoulder as best I can, but I can’t see him that well, and my neck is starting to hurt, so I turn to the tile wall and close my eyes, focusing instead on what I can feel.
His palms circle over my ass cheeks, clenching and spreading me open for the cool air to tease at my entrance, and then his tongue is there.
“Holy hell,” I say, and he moves back. “I didn’t say stop,” I complain, turning my head toward him. “That was….new.”
He smirks.
“New good?”
“Very good.”
“Turn that pretty head of yours back around and I’ll do it again.”
I do as he says, my hands pressed hard against the cool tile, the hot water covering my back, and this time when his tongue sweeps up from my taint over my hole, I moan.
The heat of his mouth, and the sweep and swirl of his tongue, circling my entrance has my cock aching.
“Now you might feel a little pressure,” he says, and I’m expecting him to slip a finger inside, but when he circles my hole the next time, he spreads my cheeks wide and pushes his tongue in as deep as he can. I push back on the tile, as the feeling of his tongue inside me is electric.
“Fuck yeah, that’s good,” I breathe.
He doesn’t respond except for the small moans he makes as he teases and fucks my ass with his tongue over and over, his palms clenching my cheeks, and soon, I find I’m pushing back and rolling my hips in a steady rhythm with his mouth. The pressure inside me builds. My cock aches, but more than that, my body wants more of him, more inside me, deeper, harder. It’s like it’s had a taste of what it could be like and suddenly it knows what it wants.
“Use your fingers, too,” I say, and on the next swirl, his finger is inside me.
“Oh fuck, Ash, this is so good. You are… Oh god… Ash, oh god, yeah.”
He adds another finger, his mouth still there, at the edge, sharing the space with his thick fingers. The electricity inside me is building, pulses, rising through me, then his free hand stopsstretching me open and slides around to grip my leaking hard cock.
“Yes, oh, god yes,” I groan, his fingers sweeping inside me, moving in and out in time with his stroke.
“Yes. Yes, fucking hell, yes, Ash, fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan, my orgasm hitting so hard the room spins as ropes of come spill over the shower floor.
***
I open my apartment door slowly, the light from the moon outside illuminating the space in a soft white glow that helps me navigate quietly. It’s late, or early, depending on how you want to look at it. After… Well, my mind was blown, for lack of a better term, Ash and I sat up and talked for hours. He told me all about Belgium, and the way his face lights up detailing the implementations of the tech his company creates is so pure. Like a child explaining how amazing Santa is.
It’s weird, but all the way up the stairs, I was thinking, I have to tell Tony about this. He’s my best friend, and in a way, it’s like this thing with Ash, this awakening of myself, it isn’t real until he knows.
