Chapter 10
All-Nighter
Edge
I grabbed an outrageously expensive bottle of whiskey from my father’s well-stocked bar, and guided Bash through the crush of sweaty, drunk bodies toward the bedroom I used when I stayed at this house. I wasn’t here enough, or rather my father wasn’t here enough, for me to have a designated place in his home, but I’d commandeered one of the massive suites at the back of the house years ago. No one would ever look at the professionally decorated room and believe a teenage boy called the space his own, but the floor-to-ceiling windows faced the mountains and it was far enough away from the rest of the house for the kind of privacy I needed. So, I didn’t complain that it looked like a magazine spread not an actual bedroom.
I used my teeth to open the bottle since I refused to release Bash’s hand. I was afraid if I let him go, the seductive gleam in his gaze would flicker out and be replaced with the ever-present spark of fear he got sometimes when he looked at me. I didn’t have a clue what had him suddenly ready to get naked with me, but I wasn’t the type of guy who squandered any opportunity that put exactly what I wanted in my path. I took a slug of the smoky, smooth liquor and fought back a cough as it burned down my throat. It was too much, too fast. I was sure anyone on the outside looking in would say the same about me and Bash.
I squeezed his hand as I hit the lights to illuminate the room. He let out a low whistle when he caught sight of the view. He willingly took the bottle of booze from me as I freed my hands so I could pull my shirt over my head.
“What were you doing with Theo when I walked in?” I didn’t know the baseball player very well, but I was pretty sure there wasn’t a reason for him and Bash to be having a heart-to-heart when the pretty, tattooed, bad boy was supposed to be enjoying his birthday party.
I turned and found said pretty boy staring at me with a slack jaw and wide eyes. I knew I looked good without my clothes on. I worked hard to make sure that was the case, but I’d never been quite as gratified by a response as I was by his. I liked having him look at me like I was the best thing he had ever seen. I took the whiskey back and circled a finger in the air in front of him, indicating it was his turn to lose some clothing.
He responded by pushing off his leather jacket and lifting a hand to pull his T-shirt over his head with a hand at the back collar. It was a sexy, practiced move that had me biting down on the tip of my tongue.
“Theo and Klein are like oil and water. They don’t mix well and they were about to throw down in the living room. Mac didn’t want them to trash your place, so he asked me to help referee. I was telling Theo he needed to give Klein a break if he plans on making it through the rest of the year.” He motioned for the bottle back and I handed it over with a lifted eyebrow. I didn’t want him so drunk he forgot where he was or who he was with. Luckily, he only sipped at the expensive liquor before finding a flat surface to set the bottle on. His hands reached for my waist, fingers skipping over my belt. “Mac thinks they want to bone each other but won’t admit it.”
I snorted and reached out a hand to trace the bird inked on the side of his neck with my index finger as he started to tug on my buckle. “Mac lets his dick do most of his thinking for him. He thinks everyone wants to bone.”
Bash chuckled, and the warm, happy sound twisted my guts up tight and forced my breath to turn choppy and excited.
“Yeah, but he’s also shockingly perceptive and knows more about people than he lets on. It’s why he’s a master manipulator.” The belt slid free of my pants with a slither and the sound of my zipper being lowered was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Unable to stay passive under his ministrations, I moved in for a kiss and let my hands wander over his taut and toned torso. His nipples were pierced with tiny silver hoops, and he had a massive tattoo of some kind of fiery bird that covered his chest from shoulder to shoulder, stopping just short of his collarbone. It was impressive, but not as much as the cut lines of his abs and the ripple of clearly defined muscle under his colorful skin. He was leaner than I was, but not skinny.
“Where was Cutter? He usually stops any kind of noise like that before it gets started when I have people over.” I’d lost track of my best friend the second Bash walked in the front door.
One of Bash’s black eyebrows lifted, and I wondered what he would look like with a headful of dark hair. The two-tone was cute, but I didn’t doubt that when he was all dark hair and mysterious black eyes, he was breathtaking. “I don’t know where he went. He always vanishes when I’m around. He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”
I made a noise in my throat and worked my fingers around the zipper on his pants. My dick was screaming at me to get a move on—there was a wet spot on the front of my boxer-briefs that was growing steadily. “He doesn’t like anyone but me.”
I hooked the tip of my finger in one of the hoops and gave a tug that earned me a string of strangled swear words. Oh, he was going to be so much fun to play with. It was my turn to swear when the back of my knuckles met raw, bare skin as I opened his pants and reached in to spread the front to lower them down his hips. Of course, he went commando. His dick was hard and velvet smooth as it pulsed against the back of my fingers.
“Cutter’s someone else Mac firmly believes wants to fuck someone not in his normal wheelhouse, but says he is in deep denial about it.” Bash’s voice was raspy and uneven as I worked tight denim over his hips, setting his hard cock free. The heavy length bounced with my rough movements, lifting to tap against his abs and leaving a noticeable wet trail as it smacked against his tattooed skin. He had more metal on his cock. Twin silver balls decorated both the top and bottom of his tapered crown. I’d watched enough porn in the past that it wasn’t the first time I’d ever seen a piercing like that, but it was the first time I’d ever had the chance to touch one, to taste it, and tease it with my tongue. Again… so much fun.
I looked up from his straining erection to his passion-glazed eyes. He was losing focus on what we were talking about and that was a good thing. I didn’t want to worry about who wanted to have sex with whom. All I cared about was him wanting to have sex with me.
I used my thumbs to trace the carved lines that ran along his sides and dipped down into the curve of his hips. He bucked in my hold and his pierced cock seemed to swell even more.
“Mac doesn’t know everything. I’m not sure he knows anything at all. Cutter is my best friend, my person, but that’s it. Do you want to waste time talking about something that doesn’t matter, or do you want to get all the way naked so I can shove your cock as far down my throat as I can get it?” I growled in satisfaction as he struggled out of his battered boots so he could wiggle the rest of the way out of his painted-on pants. His ass was tight, perfectly sculpted, and there was a very cute heart with barbed wire wrapped around it tattooed on one cheek. He made his way to the side of the bed and sat, crooking a finger for me to come to him.
My shoes were much easier to kick off and my pants hit the carpet with a soft whoosh. I prowled toward him still wearing my black underwear because I needed the thin line of defense to keep my shit together. I didn’t want to rush this, to make him feel like he was a cheap hookup. He called being with me a present, and I wanted to make sure our time together lived up to that.
He spread his legs open and leaned back on his elbows. He knew how to move and how to show off what he was working with to perfection. He kept himself immaculately groomed, and I wasn’t mistaken about there being tattoos in places you would only ever see if you got him naked and on display like this. It was a sexy, confident presentation. I found myself wondering if this kind of quiet, deliberate seduction was something I missed out on every time I rushed my way through sex with someone who didn’t matter. I was more turned on than I could ever remember being, and we hadn’t even touched yet.
I put my hands on either side of his hips, the mattress sinking under the pressure of my weight. Bash’s dark eyes went half-mast and heavy-lidded. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down in anticipation and tracked the way his chest lifted and fell as he struggled to breathe normally. “No one else matters right now, Bash. Tell me how far you want this to go.” I didn’t want to scare him off, not when I finally had him right where I wanted him. I wasn’t the best at maintaining boundaries, but for him, I would do my best. I didn’t need to rush. I had him for more than a few stolen minutes in a dark corner, and that was a first for me. I’d never been able to savor another person before.
A black eyebrow arched and one of his hands left the bed, reaching out to push back a lock of hair that had fallen into my eyes. The gesture was sweet, and the visible tremor in his fingers had my dick doing its best to escape the confines of the cotton it was trapped beneath. “I want more than I’m ready for since I’ve had a little to drink, and because being this close to you makes it hard to think straight. Kiss me and we’ll go from there.”
I could take him and he wouldn’t stop me, but I didn’t want it to go that way. I wanted him to give himself to me, to hand over everything I was asking for. I bent over him and put my mouth on his, dragging my teeth over the curve of his lower lip. He tasted like whiskey and a hint of beer, the taste going to my head just as fast. He collapsed on the bed, sending my full weight sprawling over the top of him. Our tongues twisted together as our cocks throbbed in time to our rapid heartbeats. I ran my hands over his chest, making sure I stopped to play with those enticingly pierced nipples on my way lower. The contact made his back arch and had his erection grinding insistently into mine. I felt the kiss of moisture on my lower stomach and the glide of one of those metal balls as his piercing dragged across my heated skin.
The room was no longer silent. It slowly started to fill with soft gasps, low moans, and quietly spoken dirty words. It smelled like rich whiskey and our heated bodies, which was addictive and made my head start to spin.
I dragged my teeth over his throat, stopping to suck on the tattooed hollow at the base of it. His pulse leapt to touch my lips and his legs shifted restlessly under me. I put a knee on the bed and lifted up so I could draw designs on his already painted skin with my tongue. I caught one of the hoops between my teeth and gave it a tug, which lifted Bash almost all the way off the bed. I pushed him back down with a hand on the center of his chest and continued to lick and suck my way down his torso. His skin was soft over the hard muscle, and he made the most beautiful noises the closer I got to his straining cock that was begging for my attention.
He told me he wasn’t going to get on his knees for me, but I suddenly realized just how powerful that position could be. It wasn’t about me looking up at him and him looking down at me as I took his thick, warm shaft in my hand and lightly licked around the slick head. No, it was about us looking at each other and both of us knowing how fucking good we were going to be together. It didn’t matter who was giving or who was taking. The endgame was the same—blowing each other’s minds… and other things. The salty, slightly bitter flavor of pre-cum hit my tongue and sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t give head very often. I was used to being on the receiving end, but I liked the heady, musky taste that exploded in my mouth. Again, I wondered what I’d been missing and if I’d been approaching sex totally wrong these last few years.
Strong fingers threaded through my hair as I traced along the pulsing vein that lined the underside of Bash’s dick. I swirled my tongue around the slippery head and took a second to tease his steadily dripping slit. He groaned something that sounded like my name mixed with a bunch of swear words and fell back on the mattress as he grabbed my head with both his hands and tried to pull me down the length of his cock.
I applied suction, hollowing out my cheeks and moving my mouth up and down in the rhythm he demanded. I lifted a hand so I could brush my fingers along the inside of his thigh. I could feel coiled tension in his long frame as he started to lift his hips to meet each downward glide of my mouth. The sounds we were making were obscene and filthy. I loved it. There was no holding back. We were both leaking pleasure and pre-cum everywhere. Our hands were too rough where we grabbed each other and the things we were saying to one another were worthy of a huge NSFW tag. For a fairly quiet guy, Bash had a dirty mouth.
“Suck it harder, Edge. Take it deeper. I want to hear you gag on it. Fuck me with your mouth.” I grunted a little as he tugged on my hair with a little more force than necessary. I gagged as he forced his cock to the back of my throat and I tried to keep going. That piercing was chilly against the warmth of my mouth, and the foreign feeling of it had me instinctively backing off. My eyes started to water until I found my breath and pushed through the invasion. I swallowed around him and got a hand on his balls. They were lifted and tight against his body. I swore I felt them tingle in my palm as I started to fondle them, playing softly with the delicate skin. I heard him moan and the pressure on my head lessened as Bash gave himself over to the dual stimulation.
I tightened my fist on the base of his cock and pulled on his furiously pulsing erection. I used my hand to jack him as I lowered my head to lick the sensitive sac between his legs. He huffed out a breath and made a sound close to a whimper. He lifted one foot so it was resting on the edge of the mattress and opened himself up so I had better access to all his sweet spots. I could even feel his tightly puckered hole as my fingers drifted over his sac and he moved under my mouth. It made my dick swell even more. I had a litany of dirty thoughts running rampant through my mind. That was going to be mine.
He was going to be mine.
I just needed to be patient, and make sure sucking his cock was as good for him as I’d promised him it would be. For the first time in forever, I had expectations to live up to that didn’t piss me off and make me want to burn the world down.
“Goddamn, Edge.” Bash was panting and his eyes were screwed shut as his hands flailed uselessly about.
I sucked each ball into my mouth, laving at them, toying with them, getting them nice and wet as I continued to work his cock. His hands found their way back to my hair and his nails scraped against my scalp. He grunted and started to grind against my face, which I thought was hot as hell. I twisted my hand until I found the spot right behind his balls that was extra sensitive and quivering with anticipation. The small caress brought him upright and suddenly his arms were wrapped around my shoulders and his black eyes were boring into mine.
“You are way too fucking good at this.” There was humor behind the accusation. “No way I’m going to last if you keep playing dirty.”
I tilted my chin to slam a sloppy kiss that tasted like him on his parted lips. “I haven’t even started to get dirty yet.” As soon as I got my hands and my mouth on that delectable ass of his, he would see just how messy and out of control I could get.
To prove my point and push him past the point where he could think enough to form an argument, I swallowed him down again in one move. Now that my gag reflex was under control, I used the muscles of my throat to work him like a tight, wet fist. I gulped around the intrusion and pressed my forehead against the rigid plane of his stomach as he started to shout and quake with his completion.
I felt a flood of heat rush to the back of my throat, and the burst of thick liquid trailed down my esophagus. As rarely as I was the one sucking and blowing, I’d never had to decide if I wanted to swallow before. With Bash, there wasn’t even a question. I wasn’t giving up any part of him.
He fucked against my face for a few seconds, until his entire body went limp and he fell backward onto the bed. He was breathing hard, and the visible skin under his ink flushed a satisfying shade of red. He looked thoroughly debauched and well fucked. He appeared a little confused and slightly scared. I wiped a hand across my wet mouth and shucked off my boxer briefs in one sweeping motion. I crawled up over him until I was straddling his waist. His slick, slippery, spent cock rested against my ass as I started to fist my own arousal, watching him with hot eyes and longing I was sure I wasn’t hiding.
His hands lifted slowly, like they had weights attached to them, and settled on either side of my hips. Having his taste coating my tongue, and his body pliant and soft under mine, had me close to blowing. The thought of covering him in my cum and refusing to let him move until I had my fill of him, pushed me even closer to the edge of release than I already was.
Bash watched with hooded eyes as I worked myself over. Occasionally, his tongue would dart out to lick his lower lip. My cock leaked more moisture onto his stomach. I was the one panting and straining now. I lifted up a little with a jolt when his hands landed on my ass and I felt them start to caress the muscular globes. As a general rule, my ass was off-limits, but I couldn’t find my voice to tell him to back off.
“Come closer to my mouth.” He used his hold on me to pull me up his body until I was straddling his chest. Those dark eyes watched my every move, and it was so easy to let his black velvet gaze wrap around me and pull me away from everything I thought I knew. “Do you trust me, Edge?”
I was so close to blowing my load, it took a second for his words to filter through the haze of lust I was drowning in. I rocked my hips toward his mouth as his sneaky tongue darted out and flicked across my slippery slit. I groaned and moved so the pulsing head was resting against his parted lips. All I needed was a lick, a suck, or a puff of air and I was done. I was going to cover his face in my release and then I would watch him lick himself clean.
“Sure. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you a little.” I moaned when he lifted his chin just enough to pull the swollen head of my dick between his lips. I used my fist to squeeze the base of my cock and told myself it was too soon to let go, too quick for all this pleasure to be over.
“Do you trust me enough to let me make you feel as good as you made me feel?”
The seriousness of his question, and the jolt of something serious in his unwavering questions, was enough to break through my arousal. Watching him, I understood if I answered this question wrong, tonight might be all I got with him. So far, nothing he’d done had been outside my comfort zone, but I had a feeling that was about to change.
I nodded slowly, dazed. I was rewarded with a smile that twisted my soul around his little finger. “I trust you, Bash. Don’t give me a reason not to.”
That smile turned wicked and his dark eyebrows danced up on his forehead. He lifted a hand and put his fingers over my mouth. I was going to ask him what he was doing when he pushed two of them past my lips and ordered, “Suck.”
I did as ordered, mostly because my brain short-circuited as his lips wrapped around the girth of my cock and he started to suck in earnest. I wrapped my tongue around the digits in my mouth and started to move in a back and forth motion, pushing my dick farther and farther into his welcoming mouth.
When he pulled his mouth off my cock to suck in a breath, he ordered, “Get them wet, Edge. Don’t hold back.”
Again, I was so sex-stupid, and so far gone I didn’t think to argue. Instead, I committed to getting his fingers as wet as possible. By the time he pulled them out of my mouth, we were both covered in saliva and sweat. I felt his other hand creep around to my ass and tug until he had me spread open.
I pulled my head back, narrowing my eyes as I looked down at him. I got lost in the sight of his mouth opened wide, taking my cock as I fucked his face, my fist rising to meet his swollen and puffy lips with each stroke as we both worked to get me off.
“Bash…” My tone held warning, but he just smiled around my dick. That should have looked ridiculous, but he actually looked sexy as fuck.
I felt the brush of his wet fingertip over my hole. My ass clenched in response and my entire body went stiff. I stopped thrusting and was getting ready to tell him to knock it the hell off when he whispered, “Just trust me, Edge. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I’d had my fingers, tongue, and cock in enough asses to know it could feel really good for the person on the receiving end of that attention. I just never wanted anyone else to get that close, or to have that much control, over my pleasure. No one ever had.
I still wasn’t on board with the direction he was going, when he distracted me by flicking his talented tongue into the leaking slit resting against his lower lip. I swore and leaned forward as that wayward finger started to gently stroke the hypersensitive skin of my hole. I felt my body respond, even if my brain didn’t want me to.
He started to suck harder on my dick, which pulled me higher on my knees and gave him better access to my ass. Involuntarily, I started to rock back against that forbidden caress and I felt his finger start to slide inside me. Immediately, my spine stiffened at the invasion and blinding feeling of pressure. If my cock hadn’t been stuffed halfway down Bash’s throat, I would have gone soft. But before I could complain or climb off him, that tricky finger started to move, fucking my ass with the same pace and rhythm I was fucking his mouth—and it blew my mind. It took every ounce of concentration I could muster not to spill down Bash’s throat. It felt so much better than I thought it would. I couldn’t imagine letting anyone but him get away with handling me like this.
I pushed my hips back and stopped jacking myself off as the sensations of being filled and being swallowed whole at the same time started to consume me. I couldn’t string a thought or a sentence together, so all I did was moan and gasp as Bash worked me over on both sides.
That sneaky finger twisted, turned, and pressed against that magic spot that I knew once he caressed meant it was all over. I often went looking for that spot in my partners when I was over it and ready to get off and go home. Bash didn’t do that to mine. He stroked my prostate with the skill of a painter creating a masterpiece. He systematically took me apart with his hands and his mouth, until I was nothing but exposed nerves and quivering desire. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I couldn’t hold myself upright anymore.
He sucked me dry until I collapsed in a heap, moving down his body to crush myself against his tattooed chest. It was the kind of orgasm that made me numb and stupid. The best kind. The first one I’d had that made me want to linger and bask in the warm feeling settling in the center of my chest. The rings through his nipples were cold against my overheated skin and his hands were gentle as they moved slowly up and down the length of my spine. He told me he wanted more than he was ready for, but I was the one who got way more than I bargained for.
“You’re the one who doesn’t play fair, handsome.” My voice sounded like I’d been gargling with broken glass.
The hard pillow of his pecs moved under my cheek as he chuckled. His fingers were light as they threaded through my hair. “Nah, I’m all about equal opportunity. But maybe you’ve met your match.”
There was no doubt about that.