Page 46 of April Renegade

“Oh my God,” he whispered. “This is the best.”

We sat there and ate our cookies while we told Mom all the details about the show. When Ash finished his last cookie, I shamelessly stared at him while he licked the melted chocolate off his thumb and index finger. I loved my mother to death, but if I didn’t get Ash alone–

Mom faked a yawn and stood up, obviously understanding where my thoughts had gone. She bent down and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad it was a great night. Tell me more in the morning?Buenas noches.” Mom winked at me from the doorway before she retreated to her and Dad’s room.

I stood up and washed our glasses out as fast as I could while Ash threw away the paper plate we’d shared. As I rinsed the second glass, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

“We’re that obvious to your mom?” His voice was deeper than normal, and I felt my heart pick right back up like we were back in the car.

I turned my face to meet his. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s time for bed.”

It tookus longer than necessary to make it to my room.

Ash grabbed my ass on our way up the stairs which resulted in my pressing him into the wall and feeling him up right there in between the photos of past family portraits. After we got to the second floor, he stopped us before we entered my room, reminding me of the first time we’d ventured into my room together in the late hours of the night. Ash nipped at my lip ring, stealing ragged and excited breaths as he did so.

“I swear to God,Asher—if you don’t take me into that room right fucking now—”

He breathed a chuckle. “You’ll do what?”

“Just you fucking wait,” I growled.

“I love when you’re demanding.” He licked his lips.

For a moment we stared at one another. Undeniable heat pooled in his eyes as he raked his eyes up and down my body. Finally, he released me, yanked at my hand, and thrust us into my bedroom. I hurriedly locked the door behind us.

I’d made plans a few weeks prior on how we’d celebrate our first show, and I was more than ready to share my plans with him.Fucking finally.I greedily shoved him onto my bed. Earlier that morning, I’d cleaned the sheets and bedspread. When they were dry, I spent my time making the bed nice and pretty for the sole purpose of defiling it when we got home. Ash rumpled the bedspread as he stretched out, then placed his hands behind his head and grinned up at me from where he lay.

I’d recently purchased a small light for my room. It looked like a little orb, and sat on my bedside table. It had different color settings to choose from, and I bought it just so I could look at him while he sucked me, ravaged me, and marked me as his. Doing everything in the dark was overrated. I turned the little light on and chose a deep blue, which cast the room in a shadowy twilight.

Ash started stroking himself through his jeans, and he’d somehow unbuttoned his jeans already.He caught me eyeing his hand and threw me a knowing smile. He continued to stroke, completely comfortable letting me watch.

“So, whatareyou going to do to me?”He purred.

Such a cocky asshole.

Throughout the past few weeks, we became more comfortable in our exploration of one another. Our relationship was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced. We’d gone from a little reserved and confused in the beginning to needing more, more,moreeach time. What once felt a little odd or embarrassing was now second nature. I knew exactly where to touch and suck and stroke, and I’d figured out the perfect times to do so.

The first time I’d ventured into unfamiliar territory, I was hesitant. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with anything we did. One day in the basement, while I had my lips secured around his throbbing cock, I found the confidence to run my fingers up and back so I could lightly squeeze his balls. He liked that so much, his knuckles turned white from clenching the arm of the couch, and his grip in my hair burned.

After that, I continued farther, stroking the rim of his tight hole and teasing. At first, his eyes shot open, but then he eased into my touch and took me so good. I’d successfully hit that sweet spot after I’d gotten my whole finger in, using my spit to get him nice and slick, and Ash had never come so fucking hard. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, giving him an intense kind of pleasure he’d never experienced before. After that, he started begging for my fingers when I didn’t immediately touch him there. Sometimes, he even guided my hand back and shifted his hips up, begging me with his body instead of his words.

For days, I’d been priming him to take something bigger.

He hadn’t ventured into that area of my body yet. I wanted him to, but I didn’t want to rush him or bring him out of his comfort zone. I was more than happy to give him whatever he wanted, whenever; but I did wonder what one of his long, smooth fingers would feel like inside of me.

I realized I’d been lost in my thoughts when Ash repeated the question.

I crawled on top of him and hovered on my forearms so that my face was close to his. “What do you want me to do to you, Ash?” I asked, licking my lips. I sat up and straddled him, slowly undoing his zipper, driving him a little crazy with the anticipation of what was to come. As soon as it was down, his cock burst out and I palmed it. Ash lurched and his head fell back with the contact.

“Fuck, Drew.”

I loved when he said my name like that—like he could barely speak through the thick lust that coated the back of his throat. He panted as I gripped him harder.

“I have many things I want to do to you, Ash.” I maneuvered him so I could strip him of his godforsaken pants and shoes. “And I plan to do them. Right now.”

Ash looked up at me with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

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