Ashton
Callum was gorgeous. His body was lean and muscled in all the right places. I moaned when he turned me onto my back on the table, grateful for his assistance.
My bones had turned to jelly, and I could barely raise my head. My knees bent to accommodate him, and as he plunged back in, he leaned forward and kissed me hard, tongue swirling into my mouth, which felt just as wonderful as my ass. Completely his.
After this, there was no turning back. I was his. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so thoroughly pleased sleeping with anyone else. I’d definitely had fun having sex, but this was different. He might not have realized it, but he owned every bit of me.
He pulled back a little and stopped his movements. “Are you okay?”
“Never been better.”
When he undulated his hips and ground his cock deep inside me, my smile turned into a moan. He was huge, bigger than anyone else I’d ever taken inside me. That had been a good idea to use the handle of the spatula first to open me up somewhat to make room for him.
“You love taking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he asked me, his voice raspy. He never once broke the rhythm of his hips as he fucked me.
“Yes, Daddy.” I grabbed the edge of the table to keep from sliding from his powerful thrusts. He was all up inside me, grounding his pelvis to the underside of my thighs, and all while staring into my eyes.
He was hot as fuck, and a shiver ran through my body. The muscles in his neck protruded; his face was contorted ferociously like a predator cornering a prey and demolishing it.
I felt demolished but revived at the same time. Even though I’d spurted my release onto the tiled floor, his thrusts brought such delicious sensations as he hit my prostate.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I groaned. I released the table and raked my nails down his washboard abs.
“Harder?” He demonstrated how hard he could lay it into me.
I cried out, the pressure scary but oh-so fucking good. “Yes, Daddy. Yes!”
“Fuck, you’re such a horny boy,” he grunted, running his hand up my chest and to my neck. He pressed his hand to my throat, and I gasped, renewed with excitement, but his pressure was too light.
“Choke me, Daddy,” I begged him.
I’d never done choke play before, but it felt fitting in that moment. I just knew he’d never hurt me and that the second I asked him to stop, he would.
The man had drafted a list of safety rules, for fuck’s sake. He took his sex seriously, and I, who always thought sex was just for fun, appreciated it. Oh yes, it was fun, but it was so much deeper, so much more meaningful with him.
Staring into his eyes, struggling for air as he applied pressure to my neck, I realized the truth.
I could love him. I could love him so hard. And I wanted him to love me just the same.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped, never once neglecting those deep thrusts into my body. “My hands around your throat, and seeing how much it turns you on. You’re already hard again.”
I hadn’t even noticed until he mentioned it. Usually, my cock softened quickly after I came, but now I was as hard as I was before. Callum pressed his hands harder against my windpipe, cutting off all my air, then removing his hand. I gasped, dragging much-needed air in my lungs, as he brought his hand up to my mouth.
“Open up, boy. Suck on my fingers.”
I did as he said, and he stuffed four fingers between my lips, fucking my mouth. Saliva dribbled down the sides of my mouth, my chin, but seeing me so sloppy seemed to turn him on. He pulled out of me and snagged a chair with his leg. He plopped his ass onto the chair and beckoned to me.
“Come and sit, boy.”
I slid down the table and into his lap, kissing him as he held his dick, and we both got him back inside me. I sank all the way down, whimpering into his mouth.
“Show me how you’ve been dreaming about riding my cock,” he said.
I took up the challenge, rising and falling onto his lap as hard as I could. He made it somewhat difficult by taking my dick in his hands, trying to coax another climax from me. It wasn’t at all impossible, but it rarely ever happened. I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I scarcely had time to dwell on the fact. He released my cock and grasped my ass cheeks.
Callum took over the hard work, controlling my movements with his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass while he thrust hard upward. I bounced onto his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and held on as tight as I could.
I sensed him losing the last vestiges of his control. He was fucking me so hard now he drove me out of my mind, the duality of pleasure with every thrust mingling with the tenderness in my ass of him fucking me hard and for so long. My nerve endings were exploding.
“Fuck, baby.”
He slammed me down hard on his cock as his body stiffened beneath me. I stared down into his blue eyes, unable to look away from the beauty of his climax. The feeling of contentment and pride swelled in my chest to know I’d caused such a powerful desire in him.
“Oh my god!” he grunted, and when I wanted to climb off him to ease some of the weight, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
I laughed against his lips. Nothing funny except my heart was light. He chuckled right back. I ran my fingers through his hair while he rubbed his hands over my back, soothing me.
He scraped his blunt nails down my back and over my ass cheeks. A hand dipped between the groove, and he circled his finger over the edges of my hole, which still secured his cock inside me.
“Boy, that’s a really fucking good hole.” I shook with laughter.
“You sound surprised?” I teased him.
“I expected it to be good, but not that good.” He got to his feet with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he made no effort to slide out of my body. “There’s good ass,” he said, grasping mine, “and then there’s your ass. How the hell am I going to get any work done when I’ll know just what I’m missing?”
He walked with me out of the kitchen and the short distance to the bathroom. “I’ll stop by when I don’t have classes,” I promised him. “You just try to keep me away now. We can sneak off when the café isn’t busy or when you’re on break. We don’t always have to run a marathon. I’m also up for a sprint.”
Callum laughed, the sound washing over me, and I couldn’t stop staring at him as he reached behind me to turn on the shower. He wasn’t frowning. He wasn’t looking at me like I stole his last dollar, and I liked this happier version of him.
“What?” His laughter faded, but the smile lingered.
I shook my head and looked away from him, hiding my own smile. I felt light-headed at the way I’d made him come alive. I did that to him.
“Just thinking this is my second shower in less than an hour.” I skirted around my true thoughts in case I freaked him out. I’d do whatever it took for him to remain my Daddy after today, and if it meant moving slower than I normally would, so be it.
“Don’t worry. We’ll make it quick.”
I lathered a washcloth with soap, and when he reached for his, I slapped mine to his chest and gave him a mischievous smile. I raised my hands and eyed him. “Wash me off.”
“Big baby.”
He was wrong about the shower being quick. At least he knew better now, I thought, almost an hour later, when he finally plucked my slippery body from the shower and turned off the faucet. I clung to him as I slipped and slid down his body, but he caught me easily, settling me on the mat.
“You just about doubled my water bill for the month,” he growled at me.
“You were kissing me back,” I pointed out with a grin.
I had the evidence to prove he had. My lips felt puffy from his kisses and the littles bites into my flesh just before he sucked on my tongue. My face was also prickled pink by his freshly grown beard, and the way he’d licked on my neck, I was positive he’d marked me there as well.
He grunted something beneath his breath
that I didn’t hear. I wrapped the towel around my head turban-style, preferring to allow my body to air dry. His towels were a bit overused anyway, and I imagined not too pleasant against the naked skin.
Across from me, Callum scrubbed at his body none too gently with a towel. The material scratched against his skin, but rather than comment, I took note.
From the looks of his apartment, I’d already figured out that he wasn’t exactly loaded, but I didn’t mind. I had my own inheritance, and my one and only Daddy who’d introduced me to the lifestyle had been more about giving me gifts than meeting my emotional needs. That wasn’t the kind of relationship I wanted this time around, but it meant I had enough money of my own in the bank.
“I have to get back downstairs to the coffee shop,” he announced. I trailed him to his bedroom, hypnotized by the powerful play of muscles in his back. I could lick his muscles all day. Instead, I bit my cheeks and sat on his bed, watching him search through the dresser for clothes to put on.
“You’re leaving?” I asked incredulously when his words sank in.
Callum glanced up at me but didn’t stop from pulling his shirt over his head. “I have to give Phillip some relief. While you were sleeping, I went down to give him a hand, but I didn’t stay long because I didn’t want you to get up and run off without giving us a chance to talk.”
“I wouldn’t have run off.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You telling me you would’ve come here last night if you hadn’t been drunk?”
“Probably not,” I said honestly.
Had I been sober last night and not pissed at Callum, I would’ve gone home. I would’ve been too embarrassed about his rejection last night to ever return to the coffee shop. Thank god for getting drunk and personal drivers.
He glanced at the watch he strapped onto his wrist. “It’s peak hour. I really wish I could stay with you and chat, Ashton, but some other time?”
He must’ve seen the forlorn expression I wore because he paused what he was doing to give me his full attention.
“I don’t want you to go just yet,” I confessed at the risk of sounding clingy. Hell, he deserved to know right off the bat how clingy and needy I could get.
“I’ll just be downstairs, Ashton.”
I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I know—it’s just…” I sighed, struggling to find the words to explain sufficiently.
His hand caught my chin, nudging upward until I was looking right back at him. “It’s just what? Tell me what’s going through your mind.”
“Everything is so new,” I whispered. “For once, you’re not scowling at me or warning me away. For once, I get to see you smile. I-I get to call you Daddy without you telling me it’s never going to happen. And I’m afraid that once you step outside this room, I’m going to wake up and find it was all just one big dream. That I’ll wake up wasted on the floor of that club, hurting from you walking away from me again.”
“Fuck, Ash.” Callum pulled me forward into his arms so hard the breath whooshed out of me when I smacked into his chest. “Look at me, boy.”
His tone was stern but gentle, and I couldn’t resist doing as he said. His eyes bored into mine, and he looked so serious that it made my skin break out in goose bumps.
“Last night, when I left you and came here, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” He stroked my cheek with his thumbs. “I should’ve left you alone, but I couldn’t resist you. There’s something going on here, Ash, and I’m willing to see what it is. I won’t disappoint you as long as you don’t disappoint me. Do you understand?”
I nodded, my thoughts returning to his list of rules. I needed to know them like the back of my hand to be a good boy for him. I wanted to be good enough for a change.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He pressed his lips to mine, and when I wanted to deepen the kiss, he pulled away. “I have to go now.”
With a reluctant sigh, I followed Callum to the door, even though I was naked. “Are there rules for me being in your apartment?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Don’t break my shit? There’s already so very little of it.” He walked out, then turned back to me. “You can entertain yourself for a while until I get back, can’t you, Ashton?”
Not really. I had a lot of friends back on campus. Okay, associates mostly, but I was used to being surrounded by people. Before my father passed, he and my mother had done a lot of entertaining, and to keep up the image of the perfect family, my brother and I had to attend every such function.
“Of course I can. I’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
He walked away, and I closed the door and leaned against it. This morning was surreal. Maybe it was a good thing he was gone. It would give me some time to process everything that had happened in the last twelve hours or so.
From the moment I’d seen Callum, I wanted him, but I never thought about what I’d do once I had him.
A knock sounded at the door. I didn’t know whether to answer it or not, but the decision was made for me when the door thrust open from the other side.
“Callum, did you forget—”
His lips smashed into mine, cutting off my question. I grabbed his shoulders, pressing myself to him, kissing him back, hands running through his damp hair. He backed me into the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist to seek anchor.
“I forgot that.” He pulled back. He set me back onto my shaky legs and strode for the door again. “Keep this door closed, Ashton.”
After he left, it took me almost ten minutes to move from the wall where I was slumped, my legs too weak to support my frame. My lips tingled, and I could still feel the impression of his tongue running alongside mine.
With a moan, I locked the door from the inside, then made my way back to his bedroom. I couldn’t find a blow dryer, so I left my hair up in the towel while I searched for my clothes. When I couldn’t find what I had on last night, I didn’t have a choice but to go pawing through his very limited wardrobe.
I settled on a dress shirt that looked somewhat presentable. I put it on, then removed the cord from one of his sweatpants—he seemed to own more sweatpants than he did anything else—and knotted it around the waist of the shirt. There, I didn’t look so bad in the mirror.
Left to entertain myself, I tried to sit still and not get into mischief, but I couldn’t go back to sleep. The kiss, our conversation, the hot sex made it impossible for me to relax. The television only had basic cable, which came as a shock. Who the hell didn’t have decent cable these days?
With the television out and sleep out, there was only one thing left to do. I snooped, which turned out not to be interesting in the least. Callum didn’t seem to have many personal effects. Nothing of his told me much about him. He seemed to have selected everything for utility more than sentimental value, and I wasn’t sure what to make of this.
Chapter Eleven
Callum
The afternoon rush of coffee addicts swarmed Coffee Crave just as I’d predicted. When I entered the café, Phillip threw me a look of relief as he tried to take orders and make them at the same time.
I quickly took my place around the counter, sanitized my hands, and joined the madness that had descended on us. With the college just a couple of blocks away and several businesses in operation within the same distance, our new place had garnered enough attraction to warrant a buzz.
Phillip had been skeptical about our opening day being first coffee on the house, but I knew with the different flavors we brewed, it was a matter of getting the coffee drinkers to sample and then they’d be hooked.
We sold as many black coffees as we sold the fancy types. It didn’t hurt either that for a few extra bucks I’d doodle on their cups. Sure, it made the wait time a little longer, but nobody complained yet.
With both hands and mind fixed on taking care of dozens of orders, I found no time to consider the boy upstairs in my living space. Other than Phillip, no one else had graced my home, and I liked it that way. So wh
at was Ashton, who’d more money than he knew what to do with it, doing invading my space?
Because he’d looked extremely good waking up in bed beside me. He’d been all curled up into me, and sometime during the early morning, I’d wrapped my arms around him while we slept. It hadn’t been unpleasant at all and reminded me how nice it was to wake up next to someone.
But this someone wasn’t just anyone. I hadn’t caught his last name, but it was obvious the guy was somebody important. You didn’t throw down so much money on a birthday party and not be a significant part of this city.
“Look who just walked in.” Phillip nudged me in the side, nodding toward the entrance of the coffee shop. I didn’t need to follow his gaze to know who it was.
Ashton.
What the fuck was he wearing? A long dress shirt of mine. Perhaps the only one I owned. Because of our height difference, the shirt reached him midthigh. He’d found some sort of cord and fashioned it into a belt around the waist, which transformed the otherwise plain shirt into an attractive…dress?
His legs were bare beneath, but at least he wasn’t barefooted. He had on last night’s boots, and he looked ravishing. Even at a distance, I could tell his hair was still damp, and when wet, apparently his locks resembled Curly Sue’s.
“Hey, I know that shirt!” Phillip said in a fierce whisper. “That’s the shirt you wore to my wedding, and my wife hated it. Damn, it looks good on him, though.”
“Stop staring at my boy’s legs, Phil,” I growled at him.
“Everyone is staring.” He inclined his head in my direction, his mouth hanging open, though I pretended I didn’t see him. “Your boy? Woah, what the hell am I missing?”
I ignored his question and handed over the coffee I had just made to the customer, a young girl in her early twenties, with a ponytail that was busy behind her head. Her hair swayed all over the place with every move she made. She looked at her cup, then frowned. Shit, I hadn’t doodled on it for her extra buck.
“Sorry, I got distracted.” I gave her an apologetic smile and started the sketch of a four-leaf clover for good luck.
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