Next, he crawls between my legs, hands coming to the waistband of my pajama pants. My heart leaps into my throat, making it hard to breathe as I watch him drag them down my thighs. My stiff cock juts out, slapping against my stomach as he works the material off each leg before tossing them to the side too.
There’s a tense, heady moment when neither of us says or does anything. I watch him while he takes in the sight of menaked in his bed. His jewel-toned eyes lift to meet mine, and a lick of fire races down my spine until my cock throbs. Holding my gaze, he works on removing his own pants until there’s nothing between us.
Skin to skin.
This isn’t the first time I’m seeing Ash naked, but it is the first time I’m fully allowing myself to drink him in and appreciate it all. It’s no surprise he has a nice, tight, fit body with how much yoga he does, and with the running too, but knowing it and seeing it are two very different things. Lean muscle, the faint outline of a six-pack, and the way his abdomen is mostly smooth, save for the dark trail under his navel that leads down to his thick, pierced cock.
I’ve never seen another man’s erect penis before Ash, at least not in person. I admitted to him that night that I’ve watched gay porn…something I’ve never admitted out loud to anybody. I always justified it as a natural curiosity, but now I’m realizing it was maybe more than that all along.
I was unsure how I’d feel seeing Ash naked; wasn’t sure if it would feel wrong, or weird, or make me uncomfortable. Maybe it wouldn’t turn me on as much as I thought it would. But like I realized that first night, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Every inch of my body is lit up with a desire and a hunger for him. Seeing his dick, the way he’s hard and leaking, even the piercing shoved through the head, all of it makes my mouth water and my blood heat. Even with not knowing what to do, I want to dosomething.
As if he can read my mind, his lip ticks up on one side before he rasps, “Touch it.”
I swallow against the nerves, but don’t move.
Thankfully, he must sense my hesitancy because he wraps his fingers around my wrist, bringing my hand to his swollen cock. “Grab it,” he instructs me gently. When I do, he lets out a throat-deep groan. “Good. Now, touch me like you’d touch yourself. It’s no different.”
It’s very different, but okay.
My cheeks and ears heat at how awkward my movements are, but I can’t deny how much this is turning me on. The weight of him in my palm, the velvety feel of him, how hard he is because of me. I slide my hand down to his base before rolling up to the tip. The metal from his piercing brushes up against the side of my thumb, and I allow myself a moment to play with it a little as I gather up his pooling arousal, spreading it around. Glancing up at him, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth and his brows are pinched as he watches my hand on his dick.
Ash moans as I pump him in my hand again, a little surer this time. The sound is quiet, but it pierces through me, shooting straight to my balls, making them ache in a way that feels so damn good. I want to do whatever I can to pull more sounds like that out of him. He lets spit fall from his mouth, landing right on his shaft, and I spread it around with my hand, twisting my wrist as I stroke just to hear the delicious sounds that come from him.
“That feels good,” he whispers.
“Does it?”
He nods, a smirk forming as if he knows how unsure of myself I’m feeling. Another emotion I’m not used to. Sex with women has always been easy for me. I learned a long time ago how to please them. But this is all new, and I quickly realize how badly I want to do a good job. Not even for me, but for Ash. This role reversal is throwing me for a loop. Normally in the bedroom, it’s me in charge, it’s me giving the instruction, me reassuring them that what they’re doing feels good. This is opening a whole new level of vulnerability, but despite it all, I don’t hate it. In fact, I welcome it.
My dick throbs with how hard I am. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.
After a few minutes, Ash leans over, opening the drawer to his nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube—the same one he was using that first night when he was fucking himself with the dildo. The sound of the lid opening echoes in the otherwise silent room, and it sends a chill through my body. Drizzling some onto his length, he spreads it around before doing the same to mine. I’m so keyed up that even the feeling of the cool liquid touching me makes me gasp.
“Somebody’s sensitive,” Ash murmurs, wrapping a firm hand around me as he spreads the lube around evenly. The feel of him is ethereal. Tossing the bottle to the side, he lines up our shafts, doing his best to wrap a hand around our combined girth, and then he leans down, pressing his lips to mine as he strokes us together.
A groan rips from my throat at feeling his hard, slick length slide against mine. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and it has my toes curling. His tongue brushes along mine, feeding me his desire as we quickly lose ourselves to the moment. Ash’s hips thrust into me as I rock upwards, trying to chase the feeling. The kiss quickly turns messy and heated, both of us grunting and moaning into each other’s mouths.
I plant my hands on his hips, helping him grind against me, with each swipe of his cock against mine, having me leaking and throbbing. Beads of sweat line my forehead and chest, and my heart beats erratically behind my ribs. This feels out of control in the best way, like I’m drunk and floating. I never want to come down. It’s too good.
“You like the feel of your fat cock rubbing against mine?” he breathes into my mouth before nipping my bottom lip and soothing it with a flick of his tongue.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You gonna come with my hand around us? Gonna spill all over your stomach to the feel of my dick on yours?”
Groaning, I nod, the pleasure somehow amplifying. I’m close, too close, and I’m stuck between wanting to chase that high and wanting to make this last all night.
Ash brings his mouth down to the spot on my neck right below my ear, pressing his lips to my overheated skin. Then he drags my earlobe between his teeth before saying, “Started out the night with your girlfriend, and you’re ending it in her twin brother’s bed.” He chuckles darkly, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps along my flesh. “You’re naughty, daddy.”
A groan rumbles through my chest at that pet name. Nobody has ever called me daddy in bed, and it’s something I should find repulsive. But I don’t. Not even a little bit. Hearing that word fall from his lips, especially now as he’s working my cock over, has something feral filling me up to the brim.
“I want you to come for me, daddy,” he moans into my ear softly, his sultry, raspy voice igniting a fire inside of me, like match meeting gasoline, and my stomach tightens. “I want to feel you lose control, feel your cock throb for me. I want you to make a mess for me. Let go for me, daddy.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. Pressure builds low in my spine, heat pooling, my balls drawing up to my body, and I’m right fucking there.
“Please, daddy,” Ash begs, his voice needy. “Please come for me.”
And I do.
