“Daddy… Finn… oh, god…”
“Let me hear it,” I growl against his lips. “Give it all to me.”
Ash’s eyes roll back, muscles tightening, his ass an iron grip around my dick, and as I glance down between us, I watch him explode. Thick, white ropes shoot from his cock, covering his chest, neck, and even his chin. He cries out, the sound throaty and sexy as hell and making me moan. Watching him find his release is all the push I need to jump over the edge with him. As he trembles and writhes below me, my nuts draw up, an overwhelming wave of pleasure flooding my system as I empty inside him. My cock pulses and throbs, the orgasm feeling never ending. It wrings me dry and steals the breath out of my lungs. My vision goes black for a moment, stars dancing behind my eyes, as a guttural groan rips from my throat.
By the time we both come down, we’re covered in sweat and cum, and I’ve never felt as satiated as I do right now. Glancing down at Ash, his cheeks are flushed, a mess still coating his chin. My mouth waters, and I can’t help it… I need to taste him. Dipping my head, I run the flat of my tongue along his stubbly skin, gathering the moisture there. The flavor explodes on my tongue, a salty, yet almost sweet, taste that I don’t hate. In fact, my mouth salivates with a need for more, so I work my body lower, cleaning up the mess on his chest next.
Ash props himself up on his elbows as he watches me. A groan sounds from my throat as my senses drown in him. The sweat mixed with his release is an intoxicating combination, unlocking something primal within me. I make my way down his abdomen, making sure to get it all, and as I reach his groin, Ibury my nose in the trimmed hair, breathing him in like a crazed man, my heart pounding as I drag in his musky, masculine scent, filling my lungs with it, feeling like I can’t get enough of him. My spent cock gives an appreciative twitch as I flick the pointed tip of my tongue against his pierced slit, finding a bead of cum waiting for me.
Through all of this, he watches me. Quietly. Peacefully. And when I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, the look on his face hits me right in the chest. It’s not lust…not anymore. It’s something deeper. It makes my stomach dip and my throat tight. Climbing up his body, I press my mouth to his, and he kisses me back tenderly. Gentle strokes of our tongues, it’s languid and sweet. When we pull apart and I roll over onto the bed beside him, he effortlessly positions himself against my body, head resting on my chest and his hand flat on my stomach. He fits there perfectly, like we’re two pieces of a puzzle, like we’ve done this hundreds of times before.
“I can feel how hard your heart is beating,” he murmurs, and I can feel him smile against my skin.
I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know how I expected to feel after having sex with a man for the first time, but I didn’t expect to feel so…free. Like I just uncovered something missing from my soul, something I didn’t even know was missing until now. And as we lie here in each other’s arms, sleep creeping in on us, all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to do it again.
Ash passes out before I do, the soft, steady sound of his breathing like a lullaby to my tired body.
This changes everything.
Chapter 28
Ash
Squinting against the morning sun pouring in through the curtains, I try to get my eyes to focus on the clock on the nightstand. I groan when I realize it’s barely after seven in the morning.What time did we finally pass out?It had to have been late—or, I guess, early. Glancing up at the man snoring softly, I’m surprised to find him still asleep. He’s usually up before me, even on the days he doesn’t work on the ranch.
I become acutely aware of the heavy throb between my legs at the same time I look down and find Finn just as hard as I am. Smiling, an idea blooms in my mind. But first…as softly as I can, I roll out of bed and quietly pad across the floor to flick the lock into place on the bedroom door. Tucker won’t be awake for a while, but just in case, I’d rather be safe than sorry.
Lifting the covers, I slide underneath and bring my hand to his thigh, gently spreading him open. Finn stirs, dragging in a deep breath, and I freeze, looking up to see if he’s waking up, but he settles, so I move between his legs and take his thick, long length in my hand. He’s hot to the touch and soft like velvet. Thetip of his cock glistens with pre-cum, and it pokes out just barely from underneath the foreskin. As I slowly pump him in my hand, the way it glides, revealing more of his crown before bunching up and hiding it is mesmerizing and sexy all at the same time.
Leaning in, I flick my tongue against the tip, gathering his sticky arousal, and I can’t help the groan from sounds from me. The memory of Finn cleaning me up last night—the way he looked and sounded feral as he did it—sends a rush of heat down to my already aching cock. It was unexpected for him to even try it at all, but then to keep going until he cleaned up every last drop, and the way he clearly enjoyed it, was enough to make me blow all over again. He let go last night, and if I had to guess, I think he surprised himself.
I stretch my lips around his head, swirling my tongue around underneath the thick foreskin a few times before sinking down and taking more of his length in my mouth. I’ve never met somebody as big as Finn. He has to be at least nine or ten inches long andfat. I love a massive dick, but even I questioned if it would fit inside my ass last night. The longer I suck him down, the more he stirs, and when a breathy moan falls from his lips, I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, mouth stuffed with his beautiful cock and find his sleepy eyes on me.
“Mornin’,” he rasps, the sound of his morning voice sending a shiver down my spine and goosebumps all over my body. I moan around him by way of response, his nostrils flaring on a harsh breath as I’m sure the sound vibrated through him. His full, plush lips tip up into a smirk. “Could get used to this,” he drawls, then his hand comes down to my head, fingers threading through the strands.
My eyelids flutter at the gentleness of his touch and the way he’s watching me with equal parts amazement and desire. Finn watches me like I’m the only one he sees; he did it last night, and he’s doing it again now. It makes my heart race and my skintingle, makes me feel naked, and not in the physical way. Like he’s seeing me in a new light, and I suppose he is. I like it…but it scares me just as much.
I pop my mouth off of him and grab the bottle of lube still on the bed beside us, smiling to myself at how relaxed and exhausted we were when we finished last night that we didn’t even clean up or put it away. I drizzle the cool liquid over his dick, spreading it around before I straddle him. Having been fucked only a few hours ago and knowing his cum is still fresh inside of me, I feel comfortable not prepping myself first, although I rethink everything when I line the blunt, fat tip up to my hole.
Lips parted, Finn alternates his gaze between my face and where I slowly sink down onto him. My jaw goes slack as the head slips in, the burn from the intrusion stealing my breath from my lungs. Slowly, I guide more of him inside of me until eventually my ass connects with his pelvis. The feeling of fullness is unreal. It’s like he’s going to split me in two, but fuck, I love it. He fills me so deliciously that I can’t focus on anything other than how good it feels.
Finn’s gaze flickers behind me toward the door for a moment before coming back to me.
“I locked it.” I press my palms flat on his fuzzy chest and let my hips take control. “Did you sleep good, daddy?” I ask, voice low and gravelly.
“After what we did last night, how could I not?”
“Did you like what we did?” I slide all the way up, then back down, feeling him deep in my guts. Moaning, I bite down on my bottom lip as I hold his heated, hooded gaze.
“You know I did,” he husks with a sexy little half smirk that makes my stomach flutter. “Did you?”
Arching my brow, I ask, “Would I be up here riding you like a stallion if I didn’t?”
A throaty laugh rumbles from him as his hands find my hips. “Fuck, I kinda love the sight of you bouncin’ on my cock first thing in the mornin’.”
I bite back a grin. “You like the way my ass grips your fat cock, daddy?”
Fingers digging into my flesh, he groans, the sound spurring me on. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
