CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Beau
Beau is in love! ~ Love, Kenny
My hands tightened on the steering wheel. My stomach rolled over and over, and for a moment, I thought I might have to pull over and vomit.
I’d just finished my shower after work when I’d gotten the call, and since then it felt as if I lived in some sort of parallel dimension. Like I was floating, flying, dizzy, and yeah, strangely sick too.
I was going to fucking kill him.
Jesus, I fucking loved him.
I hardly had the truck parked in his driveway before I jumped out, engine off but keys inside. I never knocked anymore, and he never locked the door, so after skipping stairs to get onto the porch, I shoved the door open and stepped inside.
Ash sat on the gray couch, his hair wet as though he’d just gotten out of the shower, wearing a pair of jeans and a tee and my damn hat backward on his head. His legs were spread, the television remote on his lap. He looked up at me, his blue eyes snagging on mine…and grinned.
“You bought a fucking football field for me, Ash.”
“Who says it was me? From what I heard, it was an anonymous sale.”
I took a step closer, then another and another. “You bought a football field for me, Ash.” My heart pounded in my ears, making everything sound like an echo.
“So? I also came out to Kenny and your mom today too. They know you’re head over heels for me.”
I knew he expected me to make some kind of comment about him being the one who was crazy about me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t because what he said was true. Not because he’d bought the field, but because he was Ash…my Ash, and he probably always had been. “You’re right…I am. You really told them?”
Another step, then another and another.
“I did.” He nodded. “And it wasn’t so hard. They were okay with it. That may sound stupid, because they love you and I know they’re not bigots, but—”
“It doesn’t sound stupid. It sounds human.” Whether we wanted to admit it or not, we all wanted to be accepted, to be loved for who we were. And everyone was scared of not being just that.
Suddenly, I could breathe. It was as if I was caught up in a whirlwind of Ash…this beautiful fucking man who seemed to have all the confidence in the world, but was sweet and vulnerable. And yeah, sexy as hell, but what really got me was his heart. “Why would you do that? It wasn’t cheap. I can pay you back, but—”
“Shut up, Campbell. I don’t want your money.”
“What do you want?” He didn’t speak until I stood right in front of him, between his spread thighs.
“You.”
“You had me before this. You’ve always had me, you fucker. From the moment you kissed me on that dock, you’ve had me.”
“Things might not always be easy with me. There might be…obstacles.” Ash leaned forward and ran his hands up the back of my thighs until they rested on my ass.
“I don’t want easy.”
“What do you want?” he asked, the same question I’d asked him.
“You. I feel you down to my bones, Ash.” I went to my knees, and we kissed. Ash’s hand cupped my cheek, his other sliding down to my neck as I tangled my hands in his hair.
I was burning from the inside out. My heart and brain felt chaotic, wild with love and lust and need, but also calm, at ease, because he was there and he soothed me. Ash wanted me, had chosen me. He loved me.
Our teeth clashed, tongues tangled, hands grabbed and clutched and pulled. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat back, ass on my heels, and ripped my shirt over my head. I took care of his next, pulling my hat off him with it before tossing them both. “Lean back,” I told him.
Ash did, sank into the plush fabric as I worked open his button and zipper. He lifted his hips, and I took off his pants and boxer trunks. His cock was swollen, leaking on his stomach. His balls heavy and tight. When I leaned in and nuzzled them, inhaled his scent, Ash groaned while fisting my hair.
“Christ, what you fucking do to me,” Ash said as he sank lower. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucked him, nursed his crown before taking him deep. His hips moved, undulated, his ass hanging off the edge of the couch.
I let my fingers dance over his hip bones, over his thighs, down beneath his balls, until I teased his crack, testing the water.
Ash’s hand tightened in my hair. He tugged at it until his cock slipped out of my mouth and I looked up at him…and he nodded, so damn much vulnerability in his eyes that burrowed inside me, bonded us together on a deeper level.
“You sure?” I asked. “I don’t need it.”
“Not your cock…I’m not ready for that, but your finger, yes. I wanna try it with you.”
“Can I eat you out first? It’s fan-fucking-tastic. I know you’ll like it.”
“Of course you can. What kind of guy do you think I am? If you’re going to finger-fuck me, you better lick me first.”
I chuckled. Fucking Ash. “Turn over. Kneel on the floor with one leg on the couch.”
Scooting back, I got out of his way, shoving the coffee table away too. Ash took a deep breath…then just went for it.
“I checked it out in the mirror, and it’s a good hole, Campbell. You’ll like it, but this is still weird as fuck. I’ve never had someone look at my asshole before.”
My dick throbbed. “You looked at your hole with a mirror? Did you finger yourself?”
“Nope, saved that for you. Treat me well.”
“I think that might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”
“Really?” He looked over his shoulder at me and cocked his brows.
“The way to a man’s heart is through your asshole.”
“Just mine?”
“For me.”
I ran my hand over the curve of his ass. Goose bumps pebbled over his skin. “Don’t be nervous,” I whispered as I used my thumbs to spread his cheeks, and looked at the tight, pink ring between them. “Fuck, baby. So goddamn pretty. I might become addicted to it.”
I leaned forward, and before Ash could reply, flicked my tongue over his hole. “Just what I thought. Addicting.”
“Do it again.”
I rasped my tongue over him again. He tasted like soap and musk, heady and rich, going straight to my brain. The more I licked and probed, the more relaxed he became. Soon, Ash was whimpering, pushing back against my face, and riding the couch.
“Fuck, that feels good. Why in the hell didn’t anyone tell me?”
“It’ll get even better.” I sucked my finger, got it nice and wet, then pushed at his rim. Slowly, his body opened for me, sucked me in, and I watched, mesmerized. I took my time, let him adjust, savored every sound, every groan and sigh and whisper of my name.
I added my tongue, licking him and working his ass with my finger at the same time. I felt his body relax around me, could see the difference in how he writhed beneath me. “Looks like I might owe you a new couch too. Gonna make you come all over it.”
“Fuck, I could. I so fucking could.”
Leaning over him, my chest to his back, finger still up his ass, I whispered, “But I want you inside me. Do you want inside me, Ash?”
“Fuck yes.” Then we were pulling away frantically. Ash reached for my pants, but I pushed him down on the couch.
“Stay.”
“Bossy motherfucker, aren’t you?”
“I can be.” I stripped as I went to the bedroom, grabbed the lube and a condom. He was stroking his cock when I got back to the living room. “Save that for my ass.”
“I’m ready for you.”
I didn’t know why I wanted him to fuck me on the couch, why I wanted to ride him there.
Standing beside him, I ripped open the condom wrapper, rolled it down his erection, then lubed his rod and my hole.
“Fuck, that’s hot, seeing you get yourself ready for me.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I winked, threw a leg over him, and straddled his lap. I pushed up on my knees, then grabbed his cock, angled it at my hole…and sank down. I drove us both crazy—a slow, sweet torture as I took my time. I closed my eyes at the stretch, rocked into it, savored the feel of Ash’s blunt nails as they dug into my hips.
“Fuck. You are so goddamn hot and tight.”
Picking up the pace, I rose and lowered myself, over and over and over again, treasuring the feel of Ash inside me. “You fill me so fucking good.”
When I leaned over and kissed him, riding his dick, Ash whimpered into my mouth. I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. I fucking loved driving Ashton Carmichael out of his mind.
“Goddamn, you’re good at this.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I squeezed, concentrated on tightening myself around him even more, still unable to believe this was us, that we’d made it to this place. Ashton fucking Carmichael was mine, and I loved him.
His hands slid down my body until he grabbed my ass, digging his nails into me there too and working with me to ride him.
My balls tightened, my vision went blurry, and it felt like my whole body was oversensitive. “Fuck, you’re hitting me right where I want you.”
His dick continued to hit me just right until my body tensed, white-hot sparks exploding in my gut. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He reached for my cock, but I swatted him away, wanted him to see what he did to me, that he could make me blow my load all over him with just his dick in my ass.
I slammed down on him, lifted and sat again. An electrical storm went off behind my eyelids. I bucked against him as my orgasm damn near blew me apart. When I opened my eyes and saw my come hanging from his lip, I shot a second time, landing on his chest and neck, while our eyes held.
When Ash licked his lip? It was all fucking over for me, and I crumbled, broke into a million pieces that all had his name on them.
“Beau… Christ, I want to stay inside you for the rest of my life, but I also might die if I don’t come.”
“Then do it.”
I leaned in, bit his neck as I felt his whole body go rigid beneath me. His cock jerked in my hole, and he groaned before whispering my name over and over again. His voice cracked, emotion seeping through the fissures in his words.
Ash’s arms tightened around me, his face against my chest. “Fuck, Campbell…this is the way it’s supposed to be, isn’t it? Me and you?”
“Yeah.” I kissed his forehead, his temple. “It is. Just us.”
“You got me all choked up and shit,” he said with a chuckle.
There was a throw slung over the back of the couch. I grabbed it and laid it on the cushions, and the two of us went down on top of it. His cock fell out, softening, come probably leaking all over him and the blanket, but we didn’t care. “You bought me a fucking football field, Ash.” I pushed his hair off his forehead.
“It’s not a big deal. I wanted you to have one to coach on.”
“Us,” I replied.
“Us, what?”
“Wanted us to have one to coach on. Together.”
He closed his eyes, didn’t speak, and then buried his face in my neck. I held him while he silently worked through all the things going on in his head and whatever it was he was keeping from me.