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This was new for him, and though I’d give him as much opportunity as he could ever want, I could last a little longer right now for him.

“Just do what you like,” I reminded him breathlessly, dropping a hand to his soft hair and scratching his head gently.

He nodded, licking a long strip up the underside of my shaft before closing his mouth around my tip. I had to bite my tongue to stop from groaning out, squeezing my eyes shut because I couldn't see him taking me down inch by inch like that.

Ash passed halfway, and I kept waiting for the gag that said he'd met his limit, but it never came. His nose brushed my skin, and his lips formed around my base perfectly–he only came off me because he needed to breathe.

Not to stroke my own ego, but my dick wasn’t small. I knew it wasn’t even average-sized–it was well over eight inches.

Ash shouldn’t have been able to do that so easily.

Not without practice, at least.

“How did you...” I trailed off, half sitting up and petting his hair, a smile growing on his face.

No.

A smirk.

“I don’t have a gag reflex,” he hummed, heavy eyes falling back on his torturous hand, stroking me closer again. “Found out when I was seventeen–I was hammered, and my friends and I needed to sober up before we went home. They could all make themselves throw up, but no matter what I did, I couldn't trigger it.”

Ash grew a lot of confidence in that moment–maybe it was my inability to keep my groan quiet now. I felt the tightening of my muscles and the pressure build inside me–I needed to cum, and soon.

“I remember even thinking then that it was a real shame I wasn’t gay,” he teased, flashing playful eyes back up at me.

Tomorrow I could take advantage of that feature.

My hand fisted in his hair, my body giving up and releasing the built-up pressure with a loud groan, painting my own stomach.

It was satisfying to my core–I hadn’t cum that hard in so long, and Ash was eating up every second of the show.

Ash’s hand slowed, massaging the last few waves of pleasure out of me with a slow kiss on my lips. I was out of it and still coming down when he released me, bringing his hand up to his mouth curiously, and taking a lick.

He lingered for a second on the taste, his face scrunching a little bit before resting his hand on my messy stomach again. “Well, I’m not against tasting it again, but I definitely wouldn't say it tastes good.”

“No one actually thinks it tastes good,” I breathed, leveling out a little more. “It’s a lie you say in bed–precum's the only thing that tastes decent–tastes like you.”

“I agree,” he mumbled, whining when I finally moved out of his grasp to clean off my stomach–I was exhausted now. I ran a clean washcloth across my stomach, tossing it into the laundry, only to find an irritated face on Ash when I returned.

“That’s what I felt after?”

“What?”

“On my stomach,” he huffed, gesturing at the laundry. “I was on like cloud nine or whatever and felt literal sandpaper covered in ice on my stomach after–”

“Okay,” I laughed, settling back in bed with him again. “It was room temperature, and I’ve never thought about how rough it might feel. It’s been a very long time since I had someone in subspace around me–I forgot how sensitive you get.”

“What? What’s that?”

Oh God–this kid was going to kill me.

Chapter 14

Ash

If you’d told me a year ago that I would be in a Dominant/submissive relationship with my coach, who was thirteen years older than me and a man, I would have laughed in your face.

I didn't even know what that was–Thayer had to explain it to me. I thought I was just having a little bi-awakening for him, but it was actually a whole cultural thing…and I was totally fucking into it.