Page 62 of Ashes to Ash’s

He licked up the underside of my cock, and I shivered, my head tipping back as it felt so amazing, felt like he said, the best feeling. It was like a record was playing, and someone just wrenched it out, that jarring scratch sound in my head as my pleasure cut off in an instant. My fingers tensed in his hair, tugging him back as he tried to wrap his mouth around the head of my cock.

“It’s the best feeling?” I practically growled at him, and he nodded, trying to pull against my grip to reach my cock.

“Yep, that was just a taste.”

“Do you find it the ‘best feeling’, Ash?”

He winked at me, not realising what the fuck was setting my soul on fire right now, because it sure as fuck wasn’t his touch.

“Fuck, yeah.”

I reached down and grabbed his chin in my fingers, letting them bite viciously into his flesh, and it didn’t even wipe that blissful look off his face, because the fucker likes pain, right?

“Cal,” he breathed, his eyes blinking up at me like he was almost in a trance.

“You’ve had your dick sucked before?”

He sighed, trying to nod his head.

“Say it in fucking words.”

“Yeah.”

“Who fucking touched you, Ash? Who took that fucking first from you? From us?!”

His eyes widened, and he wrapped his fingers around the wrist closest to his face.

“Nobody, baby. Nobody exists but you now.”

I shoved him away, letting him fall onto his ass and back in the shower cubicle, and that fucking grin reappeared. The sicko thought it was sexy, while I just wanted him away from me.

“That’s hot, Cal. Hurt me, baby.”

I pointed at my cock, which was no longer standing to attention and begging for his touch. He might not understand the actual feelings here, but this’d make my pain clear, wouldn’t it?

“Kinda gone off the boil here, since you’re a slut who’s been with other fucking men.”

I stormed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist as I left the room.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Ash

Imust have sat on my ass for all of five seconds before I sobered up, and realised he wasn’t playing. It was hot as fuck when he was jealous, and even more so when he was rough with me, but that wasn’t arousal on his face, just like that wasn’t a hard cock by the time he walked away.

This really bothered him. It hurt him. Fuck me, it wasn’t a game, or foreplay, this was real for him.

I scrambled up from the shower floor, wincing at the ache across my shoulders from landing so hard. I twisted the handle to switch off the water, and stepped out to grab a towel. All that was left was one that was barely big enough to wrap around my waist, but it had to do.

I marched across the hall to our bedroom, which come to think of it, was the master and also had a fucking bathroom of its own. Duh. I’d thought I was being so smart and spontaneous, but I was just a fucking idiot. Maybe more of an idiot than I’d ever realised before.

Cal was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands as he stared glumly at the carpet.

I hesitated in the doorway, wondering if approaching him now, and trying to discuss this right now, was the best move. Maybe I should be leaving him alone. But seeing him sitting there like that, looking so lost and confused, I knew I couldn’t leave him feeling that way.

“Cal?”

He groaned, but he wouldn’t look at me. Was he that bothered by this? I was about to say something snarky about it, but then it hit me… how the hell would I be feeling right now if I knew another man had sucked him off? I’d want that fucker’s name so I could gut him like the pig he is. Was Cal feeling anything approaching that level of fucking obsession for me?