Safe and Sound (Twist of Fate 2)

Ash wasn’t wearing a shirt, so there was nothing to stop me from exploring his soft skin. He’d filled out a little since moving in with me, but he was still incredibly lean and tight.

“Off,” Ash demanded as his hands grabbed the hem of my shirt. He practically ripped it off my body before sliding his hands all over my shoulders and back as his legs wrapped around my waist to keep me from moving away.

Like there was even the possibility of that happening.

I didn’t know what had sparked this change in Ash, but I didn’t care, either. We’d been arguing so much about money and I’d been dancing around the truth about my dreams for so long that I was certain I’d driven a wedge between us that had ruined any chances of taking our relationship to the next level.

And I really hoped that was what we were doing. In the back of my mind I knew it could just be a pity fuck because he felt sorry about the fight we’d had or the rough time I’d been having at night, but I didn’t want to dwell on that as even being a possibility. I wanted to believe he was finally starting to see that we belonged together.

It didn’t matter because I would show him. I’d take this one moment where it was just the two of us and I’d show him that he was mine. That he had been from the moment I’d walked through the doors of Beam Me Up Latte and spied his journal.

I tore my mouth from Ash’s and blazed a trail of kisses down his neck and over his collarbone. His hands were busy skimming up and down my back. At one point, his fingers drifted beneath the waistband of my pants and palmed my ass.

I was sure I’d come on the spot.

When I reached his chest, my lips encountered the raised flesh of the scar that ran down the middle of his chest. I felt Ash tense beneath me briefly, but when I merely showed it the same attention I’d shown all the other parts of him, he relaxed.

“Lift up,” I said when I reached his sleep pants. Ash did as I said and I quickly slipped the pants off him. My mouth was on his cock before he could even react.

And react he did.

“Fuck, Aiden,” he shouted and then his fingers were threading through my hair. My own cock was demanding attention, so I shoved my pants down and began fisting myself as my mouth worked Ash into a frenzy. He lowered his entire body back down onto the smooth countertop, still keeping his hands on my head. When I managed to relax my gag reflex enough to deep throat him, he began fucking my mouth. His pre-cum slid down my throat in sharp bursts of flavor. If I’d thought I could hold off my orgasm, I would have made him come just like that.

But I was too far gone.

I pulled off Ash’s cock and leaned over him to kiss him. I thanked anyone who would listen for the fact that the island counter was the perfect height to feast on Ash, because I knew I couldn’t stop long enough to even get him to my bedroom. “Can’t wait,” I told him. “Need you.”

He nodded frantically.

My eyes darted around the counter for my wallet, which I’d taken with me on my run this morning so I could buy Ash’s flower. I found the wallet near the stove and snagged it, then fished out the condom and lube. I quickly rolled on the condom and added some lube before stepping between Ash’s legs and raising them up. Just seeing him lying there on the counter, open and vulnerable, his eyes bright with excitement and filled with unquestioning trust was enough to slow me down.

“So beautiful,” I murmured as I drank my fill of him. I gently pulled him closer to me so that his ass was hanging off the edge of the island. “Won’t let you fall,” I said to him.

“I know you won’t,” he responded, his gorgeous pale eyes never leaving mine.

I played with his hole for a moment with one lubed finger, then began to push it into him. He was beyond tight.

Unbearably so.

Ash’s eyes closed as my finger sank into him. His teeth bit into his lower lip and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning over him to kiss him. “Open your eyes, Ash. I want you to see what you do to me.”

His thick lashes fluttered open, and I rewarded him with both a kiss and a pass over his prostate. “Fuck,” he whispered as he tried to twist his hips to repeat the sensation. I did it again and he instantly grabbed onto the arm I had braced along his side.