Page 57 of Off the Rim
Ashton tenses and cries out, my name muffled into the mattress. His muscles contract around my cock, pulling me deeper inside him and making my thrusts falter.
Oh, fuck. Did he just—? Fucking hell, please be what I think that was, because I'm fucking done. My spine zings. Warmth radiates from my balls, and I unload inside him with a shout. I lay myself over his back, rolling my hips through the spams of orgasm, filling him with my cum and fucking it deeper inside him. Once my cock stops pulsing, I gather the wherewithal to lift my body weight off him, gently pulling my cock from its new favorite place. I roll Ashton to his back, a sigh of relief leaving me when I see the sticky evidence of his orgasm.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice is even more hoarse than the day after I punished his throat for my feelings.
"You came," I say dumbly.
"Was I not supposed to?"
"You came untouched, I mean."
"I don't think it counts as untouched if you were pegging my prostate with the precision of a surgeon wielding a jackhammer while my cock was grinding into fucking silk. I didn't fuckinghave a choice in the matter," he says, chuckling awkwardly. I kiss him deeply, and he blows out a breath when I pull back again. "That was like an out-of-body experience."
"There's more where that came from," I tell him, kissing along his jaw to his ear. "I might become obsessed with this," I say, my fingers dipping down between his ass, swiping through the mess of my cum trickling out of him and then rubbing around the inside of his rim with it. I'm telling myself that it's to relieve any pain or soreness, but really, I have the insatiable urge to push it all back inside him.
"You're in so much trouble now," he says, grinning sleepily. "If you thought I was clingy and obnoxious before, you've got another thing coming." Ashton snorts. "I saidcoming."
"Oh, God, what have I done? You're fucking delirious." I snicker as I get up from the bed and cross the hallway to the bathroom. I clean myself off as best I can and wet a washcloth to bring to Ashton. He's all but passed out with a satisfied grin on his face. He barely makes a sound while I gently clean him with the rag, making two trips to rinse out the washcloth.
When I'm done, I sit on my knees at the end of the bed, trying to figure out what I should do next. I probably shouldn't stay, although a big part of me wants to curl up beside him on the huge mattress that looks less huge now that he's lying on it. There's no way he'd fit on my bed.
I place a gentle kiss on the inside of his ankle, one on his ass cheek, and one on the back of his shoulder blade. His heavy breaths flutter over my lips as I drop a gentle kiss on the edge of his mouth, right where his lips always curve up in that sexy, exasperating smirk of his. I pull back to climb off the bed, but a strong arm pulls me back down, tucking me against his bodyand entwining one of his long legs between mine. A blanket gets pulled over our bodies.
"Mmph. Stay."
It's not a good idea, but I don't move to get up. Instead, I let myself melt into him, sighing deeply as I sink into the comfort that is Ashton James' warmth and the most comfortable bed I've ever slept on.
I'm nearly drifting off to sleep when I remember about what was said back at the party.
"Ashton?"
"Hmm?"
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to… But back at the party…"
His eyes open, blinking sleepily in the low light trickling in the window. "You want to know what happened at GSU."
"You don't have to tell me," I repeat.
"I want to, at least I think I do, but I'm afraid you'll think less of me than you already do."
My mind reels with possibilities of what could have happened, each more far-fetched than the last. Did he set the frat house on fire? Hurt someone? Kill someone?
"If I can forgive you for what happened with us, I think I can handle hearing this. It’s clearly something important, if it was bad enough to make you leave and come to CVU, when you didn't want to be here."
"You forgive me?" He sounds awed by my admission.
When did that happen? I don't know that it was a conscious thought or remember when I let go of that animosity, but I really don't hate him anymore. I can see how much what happened affected him, too.
"What's in the past is in the past, Ash. I don't think you're the same person you were back then."
"I'm trying not to be," he says quietly.
"You're not a bad person. Maybe misguided sometimes, but we can work with that. Yeah?"
He nods, then tucks his chin against the top of my head, pulling me in close. Maybe so he doesn't have to look me in the eyes while he tells me whatever terrible thing he needs to get off his chest. I feel that he needs to get it out, to talk about it. I can't imagine he has one person in his life that's willing to just listen and talk things out without some kind of reciprocation. I'm not really a cuddler, but I can give this to him. For a few minutes before I go.
"The only real friend I ever had got assaulted at a frat party because I was too busy drowning out the noise bottle by bottle, pill by pill, to notice she was gone. While I was hiding in a dark room trying to keep my drunk dick up long enough to get blown by some faceless pretty boy, she was fighting off the president of my fraternity."
