His breath hitches, just barely. I lift my hand and brush my knuckles along his cheek, the heat of his skin blooming beneath my touch. He leans into it, eyes fluttering for a second before he steadies himself.
“It’s been a long time since I let a guy top me,” I admit, my voice quieter now. “But I want this. With you.”
Ashton bites his bottom lip, looping his arms around my waist to tug me closer. “Yeah. I want it too.”
My skin buzzes with excitement as I shed both our clothes, sharing messy, frantic kisses and giggling like teenagers. Once he’s fully naked, I let my gaze drift over him, unhurried, taking in every detail. His lips are flushed and kiss-swollen, shining faintly in the low light. His blond hair drapes across the pillows like a golden halo. His chest rises and falls with slow, heavy breaths, his pink nipples hard swollen buds.
He’s a contradictory masterpiece of hard lines and soft edges. Muscles carved from long days of labor, strength earned rather thansculpted, marked with faint tan lines from endless hours beneath the summer sun. He looks both powerful and graceful, rugged and luminous all at once.
Rolling my hips forward, I line up our hard dicks and grind them together. A low moan tears from Ashton’s throat, his eyes fluttering with pleasure as he grips my shoulders. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses, tasting the delicious salt of his skin.
I exhale, my words muffled against his flesh. “I wanna ride you.”
He must hear me, though, because he lets out a helpless whimper.
“Please,” he pleads, his body trembling beneath me. “I love it when you take control.”
The confession sends a pulse of heat through me, a growl of approval rumbling in my chest. I dip my head and nip at the curve of his collarbone, hard enough to make him gasp. He lifts his hips, seeking friction as our dicks glide together.
My patience wearing thin, I retrieve the lube and a condom from my nightstand. I reach behind myself with two slick fingers, slowly sinking down while holding Ashton’s heady gaze. He watches me intensely as I stretch myself, his jaw slack, eyes dark. A smirk curls my lips as I start to give him a show, bouncing on my own fingers and moaning his name. His teeth gnaw into his bottom lip, biting so hard I’m afraid he might draw blood.
“Troy,” Ashton whines, his fingers digging into my hips. “Let me feel you.”
He sounds so pretty saying my name like that—all debauched and needy, his cock leaking for me. I ease out my fingers and roll the condom onto Ashton’s shaft, loving the way his lashes flutter when I finally get my hands on him again. His hips flex needily, twitching with desperation, like his primal urge is to drive his cock into me. But he’s holding back, being such a good boy while he waits for me to give myself to him.
With one hand, I grab the base of his dick and guide him to my entrance, the blunt head catching my rim. Ashton lets out a garbledwhimper, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. I start to lower myself, my body stretching around his girth with a delicious, dull burn. I force myself to breathe through it until my ass is flush against his hips.
“Baby,” I whisper, giving myself a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
I play with my nipples to distract myself, tugging gently at the metal bars, sending a delicious sting of pain down my spine.
He watches me with parted lips, eyes hazy. “Kiss me?” he asks, voice adorably soft.
I happily oblige, leaning down to press my lips to his. The shift causes his cock to push deeper inside me, and I moan into his mouth, tugging at his hair. I rock against him in slow, purposeful movements, letting him fill the empty spaces inside me.
My head tips forward, black hair falling in front of my eyes like a curtain as I set a steady rhythm. Ashton grabs my thighs to anchor himself to me, his fingers leaving red marks on my tattooed skin. He thrusts upward to meet me, finding that spot inside me that makes fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
“Ash!” I choke out. “Right there—fuck!”
Bucking his hips, he pounds into me, the sound of slapping skin filling the spaces between our gasps and moans. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he angles his thrusts and plants one foot flat on the mattress. The new position gives him perfect leverage to slam into me mercilessly. His cock drives into me, hard and fast, his eyes trained on me like he’s trying to study my reactions—like he wants to be good for me.
“Like this?” he asks breathlessly.
I nod shakily, desperately clawing at his chest. “God, yes, baby. You’re doing amazing.” I moan, slowly rolling my hips. “Such a good boy for me.”
Ashton whimpers, grinding into me hard and deep, letting me feel the slow drag of him. It’s achingly perfect, the way he slides inside me with each careful push of his hips, our body heat meltingtogether. His face is pink and slick with sweat, hair sticking to his temples, visible red spots from my teeth etched across his neck.
Fuck, yes. I love the sight of my marks on him. He’smine.
Ashton grabs my throbbing erection, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I groan, caught between fucking myself against his cock and thrusting into his hand. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. All I know is he’s complete bliss, the way he’s taking me apart like this, so focused on making me feel good.
He’s a hard worker, always striving for perfection, whether it’s working in the orchard or fucking me senselessly.
“I’m close,” I choke out, bouncing on his lap as his thumb strokes across my leaking slit.
“Do it,” Ashton pleads. “Come on me, please. Cover me with it. Wanna feel you all over me.”
Christ, his desperation is sexy.
