Page 12 of Maple Sugar Mix-Up
I chuckled and moved my fingers across his chest instead, sliding over a nipple and gentle tweaking it. Ashton’s laugh turned into a moan. He pressed against me and gave me a firm kiss, then drew my lower lip into his mouth and nipped. I grabbed his hips and tugged; Ashton swung a leg over me and settled into my lap. His thigh rubbed against my erection and it was my turn to moan. Almost unconsciously, I thrust my hips against him and he gasped.
Planting one last kiss on his lips, I drew back just enough to ask, “Are you clean?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Yeah. What about birth control?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Works for me,” I breathed, eagerly kissing him again.
I hated to rush things, but with my luck the tow company would probably call me before we were done. I trailed a hand down his side to the waistband of his pants, then hooked my fingers over it and tugged gently.
With a grin that was downright dirty, Ashton lifted himself off my lap and wiggled out of his pants. I quickly undid my own, letting out a small hiss of delight as he pulled down his boxers and his dick popped free.
He started to come back down, but I put a hand on his chest and pressed him back, then slipped off of the couch and knelt in front of him. Ashton let out a sound that was half-yelp, half-groan, as I took his dick into my mouth.
“Gods, yes,” he groaned as I started sucking him off. I reached up with one hand and stroked my way up his thighs to his balls, then wrapped my hand around the bottom part of his dick. It was already slick with my spit and my fingers slid easily up and down as I jerked it while licking and sucking at the top half.
At first I was able to use my hand to control how much I took into my mouth at once, but then Ashton grabbed a fistful of my hair and started fucking my mouth, pushing his cock in deeper and deeper. I nearly gagged, but managed to stop myself. Ashton moaned and his fingers tightened in my hair.
I ran my other hand up his leg, and added it to the mix. When my fingers felt nice and slippery, I reached up behind his balls and stroked the sensitive spot behind them. Ashton jerked his hips and cried out. I gently raked my fingernail over it, eliciting a whimper of pleasure, then poked the tip of my finger inside him.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Please.”
He was practically dripping with omega-slick, I didn’t even need to worry about whether or not my finger was wet enough from spit. It slipped easily inside and Ashton moaned again, knees trembling against me.
In no time at all I was able to add a second finger, twisting and scissoring them inside him while he writhed. It felt like I was the only thing holding him up. I took my hand from his dick and guided him by one thigh to the couch. My fingers slipped free as he sat heavily and I quickly returned them, while adding a third. I adjusted the way I was kneeling and took his entire dick into my mouth.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” Ashton gasped, hips erratically thrusting toward me. I found the sweet spot inside him and each thrust drove his dick deeper into my mouth as my fingers rammed home. “Fuck!” he cried out. My mouth filled with hot cum and I swallowed as much as I could.
As soon as he was spent, I rose and shoved one of his legs onto my shoulder. Ashton stared up at me, wide-eyed and flushed, as if he couldn’t believe we were still going. I shot him a grin, pressed my cock against his butt, just near my fingers, and waited a beat.
His dick twitched in my hand and he nodded. I quickly slid out my fingers and stroked myself, covering my dick with his slick. Ashton moaned at the sight, then cried out as I thrust into him. I held still, giving him a chance to get used to the larger intrusion; he wiggled a little against me, pulling up just slightly, then pressing back down. I groaned as he enveloped my dick, forcing it even deeper, and began to thrust.
Ashton grabbed my thighs with both hands, pulling me in farther with every jerk of my hips. He was hot and tight and just too good. It wasn’t long before I felt myself at the edge. A few more hard thrusts and I was coming.
“Oh gods, oh gods,” I gasped. I clutched the back of the couch with both hands, holding myself above him as I shuddered and tried to catch my breath.
“Yeah,” Ashton sighed, letting out a shaky breath. “Wow.”
We grinned at each other and I couldn’t resist leaning down to plant one more kiss on his lips, before rolling to the side and sitting heavily beside him.
Our timing, surprisingly, was perfect. After I recovered, I had just enough time to use the bathroom and get another drink, then my phone rang.
“Guess, I have to go,” I said.
“Yeah. Do you want me to come?” Ashton offered.
“No, I’ll be fine.” It actually would have been nice to spend more time with him, but I knew I had already pushed my luck. So much for not wanting to date at all.
“Will you text me so I know you got home safely?”
I bit back a smile. “Sure.”
The steps were already icy and I carefully picked my way down and hit the sidewalk.
“I had a good time,” I said, turning back when I reached the sidewalk.
