Page 39 of Surviving the Break
I plucked my discarded underwear off the floor.
“The naked tour?” Ash said roguishly, tugging the boxer briefs from my hand.
“You’re incorrigible,” I chuckled. “Oh, before I forget.” I walked into the closet, grabbing Ash’s jacket off the rack.
“You kept it?” he asked with a touch of shock and affection as I approached his side of the bed. I shrugged, feeling oddly shy. “I admit I had a feeling you did, but with so much going on, it slipped my mind.”
“I left it on the restroom floor at first.”
Ash set the blazer aside to pull me on top of him. “Tell me why you went back for it?” he fished.
“I wasn’t ready to let our moment end.”
Ash gave me his most magnificent smile yet before holding me close and rolling us until we rolled off the bed.
He complimented me on every corner of my house. Having had one thing on our minds last night, he never got the chance to appreciate it.
“I renovated it before moving in. I wanted a piece of home.” The good parts of home.
“It’s breathtaking. It looks like...a barn?” He ran his hands over the raw wood countertops in the kitchen, the varnish water-based to accomplish a pure oak look. The planks were triple the width of a standard two-by-four. The wood dining table with leather bench seating, the floors, and the exposed, wood-beamed, vaulted ceilings all blended together seamlessly. Wainscot paneling rode along the walls, and two oversized barn doors rolled back on sliders to reveal the living room.
“The black bolts and hinges embedded into the wood—is that necessary or for aesthetic purposes?”
“They aren’t needed for the counters and floors, but I drilled them in to keep symmetry with the rest of the house.”
“Wow.” He moved toward me, backing me through the open barn doors and into the living room. We were both still naked, and one glance below his waist told me exactly where things were headed.
“If the kitchen turns you on, you should see the master bathroom.” My ass brushed up against the sofa back.
“That’s the next stop, then.” He dropped into a squat, running a feather-light touch from my ankles to my calves. “Turn around and bend over.”
I complied. Handing him the lube I kept stashed behind the pillows, I then locked my arms, pressing my palms into the seat cushion.
“Spread ‘em, baby.” He tapped my foot, and I widened my stance. Ash ran a finger through my crack before opening me up with both hands. Cool air kissed my hole. “So pretty.” His breath tickled my opening.
While he took his time gutting me out, I stared at myself, openmouthed, through the standing floor mirror on the opposite side of the room. He sniffed me like a dog would its meal and moaned like he’d discovered it to be prime steak; his body quaked against me. Color rose to my cheeks, but my embarrassment turned me on. “More,” I begged, writhing my hips lewdly. I hiked my right knee onto the ledge of the leather sofa, opening myself up to him. “Eat it like you mean it, Ash.”
He growled, lapping at me so hard my hands slid forward, hanging dangerously onto the edge of the sofa cushion. With my pupils blown, I watched, transfixed, as a bead of clear cum pushed through my slit. Licking my lips, I wondered if I would slip and fall if I moved one hand to scoop it up.
Ash reached beneath me—reading my mind—and searched around for my treasure. Swiping the pad of his finger over the sensitive head of my cock made my knees tremble. I whimpered when he pulled his mouth away to suck me from his finger. “Stick your cock in me,” I demanded over my shoulder. He sucked and kissed at my hole again, then released me, my cheeks meeting in the middle again.
Not wasting time, Ash stood and pushed into me. An inch at a time, until all nine were in.God... I mouthed. He kept a steady pace, devouring my body with heat pouring from his stormy eyes. The mirror gave me a front-row seat to his unconcealed emotions. My elbows softened, threatening to take me down, as the look of reverence, rapture, and a word I refused to name all flitted across his face.
It felt wrong and voyeuristic to observe him in this way. A private moment intruded upon and one he didn’t know I observed. Yet I couldn’t turn away. His eyes caressed my flesh in awe as his hands rolled over my ribs and spine. Dipping under to show attention to my hardened nipples, but he never glanced up. Never looked across the room, never had the opportunity to don a mask of stoicism to keep me from seeing right through him. I had an inkling he wouldn’t have wanted me to know that he was close to weeping.
I dropped my eyes to the floor, attempting to focus on the second-best fucking I’d ever had in my life. The first happened only a handful of hours ago. His lips pressed against the muscle between my shoulder blades, and against their will, my eyelids popped open. Drawn to that cursed mirror across the room.
He smiled into my skin. Raising his mouth a mere centimeter, he wordlessly mouthed the wordmine.
My rhythm faltered a beat, my mind went to work rebuilding the walls, and my heart bled in joyful misery. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t let it.Could I?
Ash closed his eyes and clamped his teeth around my earlobe while picking up speed and reaching a hand around to stroke my cock. “Shit. I’m so close, Max. Your ass is too good to me. Come with me, baby.”
The hand on my cock gave one long stroke from tip to base, then three quick tugs close to the tip. Over and over. Twisting and jacking, sometimes lightly, sometimes the pressure a tad too much to take. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t pump back to get more cock in my ass or push forward to get more of my cock through his fist. Ash had a handle on both fronts. The wave built from gentle to tsunami. I closed my eyes, feeling the orgasm build from my balls and also the nerves beyond my rim. “Fuck me harder, Ash!” I raged, and he did just that with a roar. I breathed through my clenched teeth, then screamed as my climax rushed through me. My semen slid down the leather upholstery, pooling at the back of the couch. Ash came, and it tickled as it seeped down the back of my thigh. Still, he pumped fast, filling me up with more. He jerked, signaling the end, and with my earlobe nestled between his teeth, his eyes snapped open. I held my breath as his gaze found mine through the mirror. His face didn’t reflect shock. He knew it was there.
“I love it when you watch me,” he said.
“HOW DOESone person contain so much semen?” I joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood that had descended around us after what happened in the living room. I slipped on my jeans.
