[Obsessed] A/N and Disclaimer

Hello hellowww

To clear the confusion…

I’ve had this idea for a while now, to write a series of standalone short stories, and it’s here.

The idea is to divide them into two and because I’m sooo cReAtIvE, I named them the cherry and kimono series. (I’m a genius aren’t I?)

It’s easy to understand; The cherry series is only going to have short stories filled with fluff and ‘probably’ a tiny amount of smut depending on the book.

The kimono series on the other hand, will be full of smut. Like really full of it lol. As much as I can, without tarnishing the story line.

So… these series don’t have a schedule, it is mostly so that I can still post something even if I’m really busy and can’t focus on the full length stories. But mostly, I really want to write short stories too.

So this is the first short kimono book. Enjoy!

If you have any questions, ask me here —>

With that out of the way… onto the disclaimer stuff

BLURB

One night stands should only remain one night stands…

When Blane finally decided to find a good lay for the night, he was approached by the mysterious Ashley Debres. A man with an especially dangerous air about him.

Every instinct still screamed at Blane to grab him and take him home. The only problem was that just by looking at him, Blane knew the man was obscenely younger than he was.

But Ashley didn’t seem like the person who usually took no for an answer, and when attraction quickly turned into obsession, only destruction awaited at the end of that tunnel.

DISCLAIMER 

This book is a work of fiction, names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

If you've decided to read this, then thank you! And enjoy your time here😊

Copyright © cherrykimono7 2021

# Chapter One

I come in a lot of different sizes. Sometimes, I drip a little. If you blow me, it feels really good. What am I?

•••

An Unusual First Encounter 

'

Citizens continue to protest as politicians unfairly argue about taxes erm... naked.' 

The TV blared on. 

         My arms stretched along the couch as I leaned my head back, face turning up. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. I really needed to get laid. 

        Ever since I reached my forties, I've been trying to date more, trying to eradicate the era of casual sex I had been trapped in. 

        Many people wouldn't believe me, and I certainly didn't look it, but I wanted someone I could grow old with. 

          

You are already so old don't flatter yourself. 
That, and I talk to myself sometimes too. 

        I couldn't keep a boyfriend as it turned out, my crazy sexual appetite made sure of that. As something I had to learn to live with, it made me very demanding, both in bed and out of it. 

      And that wasn't even the major reason. 

        I couldn't grow any feelings beyond attraction towards anyone. Even in a relationship, to me, it was all about the sex, and yet still, I wanted more than that. 

          My last boyfriend, Ren, was a little clingy. And even as I found that flattering at first, it quickly became a little annoying.

          Every time I broke up with him, he talked me back into our relationship. That was the kind of hold he had on me, he was that good. 

       The first time, I was completely convinced that I had made a mistake and we were meant for each other. 

           His adorable tongue had darted out to lick my lips until they parted for him, then my hand had wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. And just like that he'd erased all the reasons why I thought we wouldn't work. 

            It went on for about four times before I told him it was final. I really cared about him, so it wasn't so easy. But then again, that was exactly the reason why I had to let him go. 

              He cried. His beautiful eyes filled with tears as the whites of his eyes reddened. With each flowing tear, it made it harder for me to go through with it, after all he had always been there for me, no matter what. I was fairly convinced he loved me. 

             Somewhere somehow, I held my ground and told him it would be okay, and we could still be friends. It took a lot of convincing, but finally, it seemed like the message got through. 

              I wasn't interested in trapping anyone in an unhappy and one sided marriage if it ever came to that. That would never be my style. 

             My eyes drifted back to the TV that had been blaring for the past hour or so, as I got lost in my thoughts. 

             Had I fallen so far from grace that even on a perfectly perfect Friday night like this, I was stuck at home, watching the news?

            I had no obligations, no children to take care of, there was absolutely nothing in my way. But before I made a hasty decision, I needed to think this through. 

           I only had casual sex on the one condition that it was necessary and there was no other choice. 

           Seeing as I was single at the moment, that could be reason enough. I could turn the TV off, go to my room and turn in for the night because...

... one day your prince would come?

          I was still figuring out how one's own thoughts could be so mean to them. 

      

Or you could go out and find yourself someone who'd pick sex over sleep so you could rough them up the entire night. 

      Or I could... yes, my thoughts beat me to it, so that. 

'

The royal family of Clanes are besides themselves with grief after the disappearance of the crown–'

       I turned the TV off, still not believing that I was watching the news on a Friday night. Damn, I'm old. 

Damn, your old.

         The shower lasted for about five minutes, it was one of my long ones. 

           I dried my hair while still trying to think of what I was going to wear. I didn't want to wear anything that would draw attention to myself. Most of the time, people expected a quick fuck when you wore something flashy and noticeable. 

         Guiltily, I did want a quick fuck, but I couldn't silence the part of me that hoped for something more. 

         I decided to wear black slacks and a dark blue sweater. I wouldn't stand out too much, but I know I'd still look hot. 

          My phone dinged with a message and I immediately checked it. 

Cy:

Hey! you better get here. 

I'm positive you'll have a 

difficult time deciding who to 

take home tonight!
🤤🤤🤤

           Cyril was my best friend, even if he was nearly ten years younger than I was. We met several years ago at a baby shower and instantly clicked. 

             And somehow, he always managed to tell me to do something I was already going to do. I'm not a fan of that. 

Me:

Well now I'm not coming.

             I immediately pictured him pouting or laughing. I also knew he'd come all the way to find me, then try to drag me all the way to the club. 

Cy:

You were coming?

Me:

Apparently, I'll be doing

more of that later

Cy:

Damn that dirty mouth

               One hundred percent sure he was biting his lip right now. He had that habit every time he was even just thinking of anything lewd, and it had given several people the wrong idea multiple times, until I had to step in. 

Me:

You love it on 

occasion 

             Cyril and I have fooled around multiple times over the years but weirdly, it has never progressed further than that. 

Cy:

😅
 don't bring that up

Me:

Are you going to 

say the magic word?

Cy:

Please

Me:

Meh, I'll bring it up 

when I want

Cy:

Bitch

Me:

Call me that again 

to my face... if 

you're ready to get 

your holes stuffed full. 

I dare you 

Cy:

B... fuck just come already 

Me:

Like I said, more of 

that later. 

Now, enough chit chat, I'll 

meet you there soon

Cy:

Yes sir
😒

•••

           Cy saw me first before I could locate him, when I entered the club. I knew because he texted me  before I could even sit down. 

          When I looked up, I saw Cyril waving at me. Next to him was a stranger who also waved at me. 

         I motioned to the bar before pointing at them both and then going to settle down. 

          And at that moment when I turned my head back to the bar, I could have sworn there was a pair of eyes fixed on me. 

          Turning back to double check, I had probably imagined it, besides, there was lot of people at the club tonight. 

          And yet still, I doubted that. Maybe I actually looked hotter than I thought I did. 

          Call me cocky but I wouldn't be surprised if someone couldn't take their eyes off me. 

"Blane!" Cy called. "This is Oliver," he introduced the guy he was with. 

           We've had the conversation before; Cy actually preferred women to men. Unless the women had no interest in pegging him, then he'd rather have a man. 

            So taking that into consideration, coupled with the fact that Cy had even introduced him to me, he obviously really liked him. 

"Finally, a guy that Cy actually likes," I said as I shook his hand.

"Ah, so that's what the harsh treatment is all about," replied Oliver. He then turned to Cy. "You know we can leave anytime you want right? You're it for me tonight."

"Just tonight?" Asked Cy before making a show of sipping his drink. He used that voice that always had all the men and women fussing over him. 

"We'll see where it goes then," replied Oliver.

"You babies have fun, drinks on me," I said while getting up. "That blond won't stop trying to make eye contact with me so I'm going to go indulge him."

          Oliver turned Cy to face him and they started kissing passionately. I left it at that. 

          My journey towards the blond didn't go as smoothly as I thought it would. 

         Before I could even get to the blond, there was a guy next to him suddenly whispering in his ear. 

            Whatever he'd been told clearly scared him, because he swallowed before turning to mingle further into the crowd, further away from me. 

           Instead, the intruder approached me, and I only had to wonder what he was playing at. 

            He was probably three inches shorter than I was. With a regal gait, he didn't take his eyes off me as he walked over. 

           His hair was probably the darkest black I had ever seen, but I couldn't tell for sure, the club's lighting was obviously dim.

           He wore a black leather jacket and a black shirt. After assessing his pants and shoes, I was partly convinced he worshipped the color black. 

        His eyes hungrily roamed all over me as I noticed his perfect eyebrows that only spelled danger. 

           He was fucking hot, and by the looks of it, he really wanted me. If him sliding his tongue over full pink lips was any indication. 

          There was only one problem, one that anyone could see; he was young. Really really young. 

            Tempting as it was, I wasn't interested in meddling in such matters. In some cases school kids who faked their IDs to get in actually try to get me to sleep with them. 

         Everyone had their principles, and to me some things were too disgusting to even consider. 

         I couldn't guess the stranger's age, but instinct with a little experience told me he was less than half my age. 
Damn.

           I didn't want to stay and find out the same old story, so I made a decision and turned before it was too late. To show him that I wasn't interested, although somehow, I was. 
Seriously, fucking disgusting. 

               When I'd left my apartment, I knew exactly what I was looking out for, I knew exactly what I wanted. I still did, and it wasn't a young boy trying to make moves on me or even just approach me. 

               I wanted someone mature, someone who didn't look like I could have fathered them twenty years ago. 

               But the air of danger around him was very tempting. I knew how to control myself, I didn't give in to things that I'd made my mind up against, but I wasn't feeling so confident at the moment. 

               It was better if I blended with the crowd, away from him. And so I did, but one step was all I took forward before I felt a tight grip on my arm. 

"Where do you think you're going?" I heard the voice ask.

                It was a rich voice. It sounded like he spent his entire life attending private schools. A little husky, and a bit too hot. 

                I turned back around to give him my polite refusal to any advances he might have planned. Up close, it was worse, everything was worse. Fuck my world, he was hot. 

            I could already hear Cy in mind telling me he'd kick me in the balls if I didn't take this one home. It wouldn't be the first time I misjudged someone because of their looks. 

"Excuse me?" 

"I saw you check me out too. Should I consider this playing hard to get?" He asked with a near frown on his face. 

         He said 'too', that confirmed my thoughts about him wanting me. 

              He didn't take his eyes off me, and his grip did not loosen on my arm either, so I pried it off. 

          The little contact was enough to make me want to fuck him already. Every moment I spent with him made me doubt if he was actually as young as I thought he was.

           He gripped the same hand I had used to remove his and held my hand. 

        I sighed and brought both our hands up to me. "Look, you're really hot so I'll give you a kiss okay?"

        I kissed the palm of his hand and let it drop. I smiled. "Try someone else kid."

         That made him smirk, but somehow, I could tell he was a little ticked off. It was evident in the clenching of his jaw among other things.

"You are older than me yes, so I see why you'd say that, but I am hardly a child," he simply stated. 

        I probably imagined the dangerous glint in his eyes before it disappeared. 

        He boldly stepped closer to me and reached an arm past my shoulder. His eyes were on my lips, I knew that because my eyes were on his. 

           He tilted his head a little, to look up to me while I felt his fingers comb through the back of my hair. 

"I'm not fond of accepting kisses," he said and this time, I was the one who followed every movement of his mouth. "Unless it is a proper one."

           He pulled me down, causing me to lean to meet his lips and it had my heart going still for at least a second. 

             I totally agreed, this was a proper kiss. He kissed me like we weren't in public. His lips moist and smooth as they slid over mine. 

        He was hungry, and I could feel that because that is how he kissed; hungrily. 

     For a moment there, I lost track of time. His fingers didn't move out of my hair, in fact, the gripped became harder as the other stroked my neck and chest. 

        With a hand gripping one side of his neck, I stroked the base with my thumb. 

           We parted but he still had that smirk. He traced my chest through my sweater, and I let him. If anything I was really curious. He licked his lips again. 

"One night stands, ever heard of them?" He asked rhetorically. "We go someplace, mine or yours, spend the night probably. But most of all, we fuck. And after that, you'll never see me again. That's all."

"You don't say," I replied. "I also heard you can kiss someone in a club, and never meet again." 

"It's funny how you say that, and yet you clearly want me," he tilted my chin. "What's the point in fighting it hmm? Tell me."

"I'm not interested in fucking young boys," I said matter of factly. 

"And I said," his grip suddenly turned painful. "I am not a fucking child."

         He withdrew quickly after that. He was gutsy, and in other words, interesting to deal with in bed. 

          I seized his hand immediately. "Let's say you aren't. Are you usually this confident?"

"When I want something," he replied immediately. "And I always get what I want."

          Again with his boldness, he placed a thigh between my legs and it grazed my continuously growing manhood. 

           The boy really had guts, I'd give him that. 
And maybe more of your dick later. 

           Maybe it was the influence of my thoughts, but I'd had enough. "Fine," I grumbled out then suddenly turned him around so that his back was flush against me. 

           I was fully hard as I ground against him, letting him feel me between his ass. 

"I don't appreciate being teased," I bent to reach his ear and whispered to him, then nipped his shoulder. 

            At the right angle, I saw him smile as he let me do whatever I wanted. I moved my hand down, making sure to skim over his muscles before cupping his bulge in my hand. 

            I knew he had a big dick before I even touched him. The size of his bulge was impressive enough. And now the feel of it had me nearly shaking to stuff him full and stroke him at the same time. 

"What is your name?" I asked. 

             He chuckled at my question but didn't resist anything I was doing to him. In fact, he ground into my hand to create more friction against him. He wasn't shy, and I loved that. 

"Ashley," he close to whispered. 

"I wouldn't want you cumming in your pants right here, Ashley. So let's go," I told him. "We haven't even gotten to the best part."

•••

         I decided we'd go to my place. So I sat behind the wheel driving, as Ashley sat next to me. He had a little sadistic smile on his face and honestly, I wondered why.

"My name's Blane by the way," my voice filled the silence. 

"I wondered when you'd tell me," he replied, the smile never leaving his lips.

"You weren't going to ask?"

"No."

          The way he spoke was weird. It's like he only said what was necessary and nothing else. It was odd. 

          Surprisingly, after driving for a while in silence with Ashley's eyes glued on me, he broke the silence. 

"You dressed to deflect attention tonight, did you not?" He asked me.

           Again with the way he spoke. "Did you have like a governess growing up or something fancy like that?"

"Answer my question," he said firmly. 

       I sighed. "I guess you could say that."

"You did a piss-poor job of it," he stated. "And no, I didn't have a governess growing up. I made it clear I didn't want one."

         My eyebrows automatically arched in surprise. I didn't seriously think there was a possibility. 

            I felt his hand on my thigh, squeezing then inching higher. "If someone like you didn't want attention, you never should have left your house."

         I let it surprise me and for a little moment, the car almost lost control. 

"Keep driving," Ashley didn't take his eyes off me.

              He massaged me through my pants and I swelled again, becoming painfully hard under his touch. It felt like his fingers were almost digging into my flesh. 

"This was what you wanted, if not worse," he said like he could read my mind.

             I groaned as he applied more pressure on me. I leaned in the slightest and parted my legs just a little more, trying to keep my eyes on the road.

             Then his fingers worked on my zipper and he dragged that down too, pushing his hand inside and fondling me. 

              I jerked and honked by mistake. It's how I found out that he was a very handsy person. And that there was actually someone out there who could actually make me act in such a way.

"You're so hard," he said, like he wasn't. 

              Fuck, if it was possible, he was a bigger tease than I was. I couldn't decide whether I wanted him to keep stroking me, or to take me out. 

"You're hot," he said.

"I know," I told him. Then I strung out cuss words when he squeezed my shaft through my boxers before releasing it again. 

          His thumb then moved in circles around my slit and even if it wasn't direct contact, the sensations were a little brutal. 

            I tried to keep my breathing in check, as well as my driving.

"I said," Ashley smirked at me. "Keep driving." 

          I had not realized I was slowly bringing the car to a stop. Damn it, I kept driving.

"Take it out," I told him. 

        He chuckled like he was amused. "Not yet."

           He nipped the side of my neck and let his teeth graze my jaw. I want to see every part of you...at once. So I'll wait."

"Fuck, Ashley," It wouldn't be so bad if I heard his voice the entire night. 

           He zipped my pants back as they were, the only difference was how painful it was to keep it all in. The pre-come made a mess, but we'd pretend like it didn't. 

           Ashley sat back in his place, and from the corner of my eye I knew he was back to staring at me. I can't remember the last time I wanted to fuck someone so badly. 

            When we got to my place, we couldn't get to my room fast enough. 

"It is a beautiful place," said Ashley. 

"Why thank you," I replied bluntly as I slammed him on the door and kissed him all the way from his neck to his jaw. It was madness then.

           There was something about the way he just accepted me, like he was waiting to act after I'd laid out all my cards. 

            I wasn't entirely wrong, because in the next few seconds, I was slammed against the wall, and I didn't even know how it happened. 

              My hands were gripped together behind me at the same time I gasped. Pre-come furiously leaked out of my slit. 

               I tried to move but it was difficult. He had me bound, and he made it look effortless. 

"You're strong," I said. It was more like an observation really, although I was a little impressed. 

"I know," he answered before kissing his way up my back, as if to return the favor.

             Keeping his hand on one of his hands, he used the other to grip and knead my ass. 

              He held it firm and squeezed the flesh in his hand slowly first, then a little aggressively while he kissed my neck.

              I couldn't properly think. This should be the other way round. But the harder he held me, the more I succumbed. 

"One night, Blane... I'll wait for you to say no," he fondled my balls. "But I'd like to think your sweet little whimpers already canceled that out."

"What are you talking about?" I managed to get out. 

"Me," he whispered in my ear. "Inside you."

        I fucking moaned. 

"Relax, no need to rush,"  I heard Ashley say. "We haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

•••

And there we have it, our first chapter!

Meanwhile don't mind me, I just wanted to mess around with the news headlines at the beginning lol.

Okay, see you in the next chapter, have a lovely day or night!

# Chapter Two

Would you rather accidentally send a naughty picture to your dad or your boss?

•••

The Monster In The Night

I pushed both hands inside his sweater and felt exactly what I knew I would find. Hard, muscled flesh underneath smooth skin. 

I could tell that this was a man who wasn't used to being touched in this way, because he shuddered as I kept touching him. Sensitive meant responsive and responsive was one of my biggest turn ons.

 "Not used to being touched?" I asked and he gasped when my fingers grazed his nipples. 

Still, he kept his words to himself. "Aw, you're so sensitive. I reckon you are always doing the touching." 

Blane took in a deep breath and laid both his palms flat on the wall I had not so gently slammed him against. 

He really was hot. His muscles flexed powerfully as he looked too large to simply be restrained by me. 

I pulled the sweater up and he obliged, within a few seconds the item of clothing was discarded on the floor. 

I let my lips brush over the hard planes of his back and put a hand forward, sliding it into his pants to touch his hard member. 

Jerking him three times, he spun around so quick I had to let go. When he turned, I plastered his wrists to the wall and smiled while looking at him. 

It didn't irk me that because I was a little shorter, I had to look up at him. Blane was magnificent, and I wouldn't want it any other way. 

He didn't smile back, but I noticed his eyes stuck to my lips. So I kissed him. He groaned when our lips collided, so did I. It just felt so good to kiss him, so much I knew the memory of it would be burned into my head for a while. 

When my eyes had roamed the crowd at the club earlier, nothing had caught my interest. None of the men, no matter how attractive they were. 

My eyes located Blane as soon as he'd gotten in, like a magnet, I was immediately drawn. 

I watched him search out for someone until recognition had registered in his eyes and he called them over. That was when our eyes almost met, but some idiots thought it best to block my line of vision at that moment. 

Naturally, everyone at the club should have stopped to stare at him when he walked in. The dark blue sweater complimented his wide shoulders as his slacks perfectly hugged his thighs and ass. He looked like sex on legs, and I could tell he knew it. I fucked with that. 

Before I pulled at his zipper, I let my hand stroke his big bulge. The outline of his arousal looked especially delicious and I couldn't resist at least touching it. 

Blane squirmed while I held him firmly, forcing him to maintain eye contact with me. 

A desperate moan escaped his lips and I teased them with mine. Till he had no choice but to open up. 

Every time I kissed him felt like the first time. He was breathtaking like that. And I only had one night, so I would make the most of it. 

"Take everything off," I told him once our lips separated. 

Blane looked at me like it took him some time to comprehend what I had just said. 

He really wasn't used to this kind of situation, because he was reluctant and doubtful. The longer he took, the more desperate I became.

My patience was wearing thin. "Now," I near growled. 

He gave me one long look before his hands finally touched his clothes. I watched him strip, my eyes hungry as they roamed allover him. 

Indeed, the powerful body did not only stop at his torso. His thighs were as big as they looked, thick with muscle and so alluring I wanted to kiss every bit of it. 

Nestled between them was a magnificent cock, hard and big, the tip glistening with the fluids that leaked out of it. 

I pushed Blane to the bed and smirked, towering over him. I ran a finger between his chest to the base of his cock, before circling my hand around the length. 

Blane groaned as he tried to muffle the sound with the back of his hand. 

"Where are your condoms?" I asked as I squeezed and stroked. 

He squirmed first, then reached a hand out and pulled a drawer, removing a string of some. 

Blane was very observant. He watched me wear one and didn't even take his eyes off me when I coated my fingers in lube. He only watched me. 

His eyes widened slightly and I had a good idea why; the amount I had slathered onto my hand was  fairly surmountable and obviously more than enough. 

"I'm not exactly gentle," I said to him. 

Understanding dawned on his face and that should have been my cue to go ahead. If it were anyone else, I might have. But Blane was different. 

I paused at his entrance, my finger prodding but not trying to get any further. 

"I can make an exception for you," I said and waited for his answer as I teased, still not believing I was willing to take it real slow for someone. Especially when they looked like they could take it. 

Blane moved to rest on his elbows. He swiped his tongue over his lower lip and seemed to think it over. 

His body was phenomenal. Even when he looked right at me like that, he was still confident. Not many people could even come close.

"Come here," he said patiently. 

  I leaned in close enough, right where he wanted me. 

"I trust you," he whispered, then nibbled the shell of my ear. 

It was all I needed to hear, all I needed to know before I pushed a finger in. 

The ring of muscle at his entrance immediately tightened around my finger.

"You're really tight," I said, never taking his eyes away from the way his body reacted to my touch. 

He grunted and threw his head back when I pushed the finger further in. 

"I don't... really bottom," he said while his breathing became a little rugged. 

I knew that from the moment I laid eyes on him. On top of my attraction to him, it only made me want to fuck him even more.

"I'm clearly not your first," I said and made sure the digit inside him moved back and forth. 

"Nor second, or third. But it's been a while," he admitted. 

I pushed a second finger in and took in the way his breaths deepened. 

When he calmed, I started to fuck him with my fingers and scissor him at the same time. 

I wouldn't last long if he reacted this well when I put my cock inside him. And just as I said it, I couldn't help myself and guided my hardness to the tight opening. 

Pushing the tip inside, I stopped. Fuck...
he really was tight, so tight he had me fighting for control. 

With every inch I pushed inside, I didn't break eye contact with him, and he didn't stop making sounds that almost drove me crazy. 

I needed to look at him while I filled him up, I needed to see just how much he liked it. And by the looks of things, he liked it a lot. 

"Fuck!" I grunted and fell forward when I was fully inside, hands falling on either side of him to brace myself. 

His hands went to pull up my shirt and I let him take it off, my hands falling back into place on either side of him.

"Fucking hell," he said as he discarded the shirt. 

My face was already smug while a smirk formed on it. Quite a number of people have reacted similarly and mostly worse in the past. 

But him simply saying the two words brought me more pleasure than anyone else ever did.

He started to mutter under his breath when I moved. "How hot can someone– Ahh! Fuck... oh!"

He moaned as I kept thrusting. Not many people had ever seen him like that, a feral part of me wanted to keep it that way, wanted him to only be this way for me and me alone. 

I leaned in to kiss him and he pushed his head forward to meet me. His nails dug into my back  when I started to move inside him. 

They dug in more intensely when the thrusts became faster. 

The kiss broke off when he laid his head back on the pillow. "Ohhh..." he moaned. 

Blane's cock was hard against his stomach as the force of my thrusts caused it to keep jerking from left to right and back again. 

Never have I ever seen such beauty before. My thrusts slowed as I pushed his powerful thighs further apart, then placing my arms to rest on either side of his head.

I pulled out of him before leaning forward and kissing the side of his waist, then all the way up to his shoulder. 

All the while, I let my still hard cock rub over his hole to tease him. 

With my gaze locked onto his, I slid back inside as slowly as possible, then at the same pace moved in and out. 

With his grunts filling the air, and my strokes picking up speed, I groaned with my release. 

He groaned too and I watched him stroke his shaft a few times as come shot out of it. 

I couldn't take my eyes off him; his slightly parted lips, the way he closed his eyes at the peak of his pleasure, coupled with the sounds he made, threatened to drive me mad. 

We kissed again. Biting and nipping and sucking. And not getting nearly enough of it. 

The truth was that I had never kissed anyone this much on a one night stand, I never really saw the need to, but tonight was different. I moved away and lay on my back. 

"That was awfully gentle of you," Blane said between breaths, still not looking at me. 

"Yes," I replied curtly. Although I still didn't understand why I did that. 

"I'm not that delicate," he replied, he sounded a little offended. 

I knew that, but whatever instinct had kicked in, demanded I be gentle with him, despite everything. 

"You're not," I said and the rest of the words hung in the air. 
We're not done yet.

After lying down long enough to catch our breaths, I turned to look at Blane. He looked back and I smiled knowingly. 

I knew the look in his eyes all too well, and it was exactly what I had hoped for. We both wanted more and this was exactly my kind of thing. 

I pulled the rubber off me then rolled over, reaching out for another one. Blane watched as I put another condom on, subconsciously licking his lower lip. 

With one arm behind my head, I tugged my shaft twice and looked at him expectantly. Blane stared back at me and smirked too, it looked exactly like what it probably was. It almost looked like a challenge. 

I swallowed back a laugh, together with a painfully strong desire to possess him. I hated that desire, which is why I only ever did one night stands. I doubted I'd be ready for anything beyond that, any time soon. Probably not ever. 

I slathered more lube onto my length and stroked it. "Blane dear, will you do me the honour of riding my monster?"

 He laughed at that. "Monster huh?"

"Nothing else seems appropriate," I said honestly. 

"Well," he says as he straddled me. "Don't mind if I do."

Automatically, my hands went to fasten around his waist as he swallowed up every inch of me. It felt so good.

My hands squeezed his ass as he bounced on me, eliciting a series of cuss words from my mouth. 

He rode me hard and grunted with the  sensations of it. 

Blane slowed down and brought his face closer to mine and nuzzled the side of my neck. 

It was a weirdly emotional gesture, especially if that was his reaction as he came all over both our chests. 

He shuddered and let out the cutest moan I'd probably ever heard. 

Blane immediately withdrew from me and covered his mouth with a hand. I raised my eyebrows and watched him fidget. 

"Let's pretend that didn't happen," he said quickly. 

"Mhm," I replied while gathering him close again. 

With a chaste kiss on his lips, I started to thrust inside him, tightening my arms around him to keep him in one place. 

I had felt my climax reaching the moment the sound had left his mouth. Right now, I was just chasing it. 

With every thrust faster than the last, I came hard inside him, trying to just breathe. 

Blane fell on top of me, breathing hard too, against my naked chest before rolling off me. 

"Fuck... that was..." I started. Amazing didn't start to describe it. 

Blane got off the bed. "I know," he replied. I got the feeling that something was wrong. "I'm going to shower."

•••

I needed to get away from Ashley really fast. I knew the sex was going to be good, I just didn't think I'd want more than I thought I would. 

Ashley was that sort of fix I might not get enough of if we crossed a certain line. I didn't want to go there. 

I pushed back the hair falling on my face, the strands heavy and wet with all the water pouring on me. 

It didn't even take long before the shower door was open and Ashley got in, looking almost flawless in all his naked glory. 

I craned my neck to look at him from behind me. 

The other thing I took into account was his very erect member. He didn't even pay attention to it with his eyes fixed onto mine. 

"I thought about you when you left," he said like I had travelled to another country. 

"You mean like thirty seconds ago?" I asked, a little amused, despite the fact that I could feel myself getting a little excited. 

"Yes," he said reaching for my arms. "You'd take too long anyway, so let's shower together." 

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said in all honesty. 

"Why not?" Ashley smiled the same sadistic smile he had smiled in the car earlier on. 

He then caged me with a very intense look in his eyes, then licked his lips. 

"Exactly this," I told him. There was no way we could shower together without it turning into another heated session. I just knew it. 

"Exactly the reason we're here," Ashley countered. 

He wrapped an arm around my middle. And under the spray of water, our lips met, feeling like the first time. 

It was then that I noticed I could kiss his lips all day. No matter how much I explored, I couldn't get enough coupled with the fact that it was so good. 

"You're going to suck me off," I said when we broke off. 

"I don't take orders, but this once, I will," he said, never breaking eye contact with me, but lowering himself to the ground. 

When I was engulfed in the warmth of his mouth, all thoughts and reason escaped my head as my fingers curled into his dark hair. 

Ashley chuckled and I felt the vibrations to my base. I braced myself on the glass behind me. 

Ashley's tongue worked magic, and I was hot all over, defeating the purpose of the shower. 

"You're so big," said Ashley after momentarily taking me out of his mouth. "Shame."

He kissed the side of my shaft and licked the head before putting it back inside his mouth. 

Ashley stopped just as I was getting to the edge, he got up and kissed me, then turned my front to the glass before rubbing his dick against my ass. 

I couldn't even pretend like this wasn't what I wanted. Someone this hungry and passionate. It was only a pity that this would be over before I could properly open my eyes in the morning. 

Ashley fucked me so hard in the shower that the glass rattled with the force of it. 

But we finally actually showered after that. And sensing that I felt a little worn out, Ashley did the unexpected. 

He carried me to bed, kissed me and made me feel so fucking embarrassed. Cyril's jaw would drop if he even suspected anything like this.

It was already the early hours of the morning, when we finally got to bed. 

"You don't strike me as the type to stay for the night," I told Ashley when he made no move to leave. 

"I'm not," he said immediately. 

I couldn't help the disappointment that came with hearing his agreement. 

I turned my back to him to hide anything I might have shown. 
What the fuck was wrong with me?!

"This was lovely, Ashley," I said. "I'm going to sleep." 

As I said that, I was already half asleep, unable to help the sinking feeling in my gut. 

"Not yet," I heard Ashley say at the same time I felt his fingers on my shoulder. Then a hand lifting my thigh up. 

"Ashley..." I said, not sure how I wanted to continue. 

With how big Ashley talked, I expected him to match my sex drive, I didn't expect him to surpass it.

He was so gentle as he entered me this time, even more so than the first time. 

"Ash..." I almost whimpered as he thrusted so slowly it almost felt too intimate. 

"I love that," he said in his husky voice. "You calling me Ash." 

"It feels...so good," I whispered. His hand snaked around me as he moved deeper. I let out a moan and he kept kissing along my arm. 

It was an intense climax, one that had us locked in a kiss that felt like at least one hour long. 
Yeah...I would definitely kiss his lips all day. 

I only fell asleep just as the sun was coming up. By the time I had drifted off, Ashley still had his arm and warmth around me. 

When I awoke in the latest hours of the morning, all of those things were gone. Along with them, the man I'd fallen asleep with. 

I was exhausted, no doubt. The previous night hadn't gone as planned, and it was impossible to forget the results of it; the soreness. 

Still, I wouldn't deny the fact that it was so good. 

For the first time in my life, I hated the nature of one night stands. They didn't work to solve so many problems like everyone thought or expected them to. 
Stupid one night stands.

Because after Ashley had disappeared, I couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

•••

See you in the next

 

chapter 

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# Chapter Three

Gymnophoria is the sense that someone is mentally undressing you.

Just so you know 

•••

Tell Me Why

Three days later...

The kitchen window looked clean and spotless as I admired my handiwork. 

Pulling the gloves off, my mind went to Ashley and erotic scenes of our night together flooded my mind. 

Ever since he left, I hadn't stopped thinking about him. I couldn't seem to let myself forget either; every single thing that happened.

The connection between us was so strong that it felt like it wasn't the first time. 

Snapping out of my reverie, I realized that someone was at the door. Because the doorbell couldn't stop ringing. It sounded just a little bit desperate to be honest.

I was forced to pause everything I was doing to go open the door.

The moment my eyes fell into his own, a part of me knew I was in trouble. 

Cy rolled his eyes at me, before storming inside. He looked so angry. 

"Are you so sluggish now that you can't even open the door?" He snapped at me. 

"What?" I asked as I closed the door behind him. "I wasn't expecting feisty cats today."

"Ha, ha. Real funny," he headed straight for the couch and slumped on it, then crossed his hands. 

"What are you so angry about?" I asked him. "Who stepped on your tail?"

"Could you stop with the cat jokes?" He asked a little angrily. 

"I could," I answered. "But it's a little fun. So meow." 

Cy got up again and turned to the direction of the door. Like he was going to leave.

"Is it Oliver?" It was my best guess. 

It stopped him in his tracks, so I guessed I was right. 

Cy assumed his seat once again and looked at me. "He's cheating on me," he said gravely.

"Already?" I asked. "I didn't read him wrong did I? I never do that."

"Yes, but–"

His phone rang, interrupting him and causing the silence in the room. Except for its ringing.

I had never seen Cy decline a call so fast before.  I wasn't even sure if I had seen him decline a call before. He loved to talk, any time, anywhere.

Immediately, the phone rang again.

Declined.

Yet again, the person persistently called. 

Declined.

When the fourth time came, he actually answered. 

"STOP FUCKING CALLING!!" Cy yelled into the phone before hanging up. 

He blew out a breath when the person didn't actually call again. 

I got Cy a drink in the meantime. He was thinking really hard and I wasn't about to interrupt those thoughts with my own opinions. 

Sometimes when he got like this, Cy asked to be left alone for hours on end. And you weren't allowed to leave him on his own either, tricky as it was.

A whole hour almost passed by as I continued to clean around, and Cy continued to stare into empty space and check his phone.

I looked at the vase he got me for my forty fourth birthday. He'd said old men these days should only focus on things like home decor. 

I would have actually believed he was trying to be sincere, if the vase wasn't exactly designed like a peach. 

The doorbell rang again and I set the vase down. Cy was too distracted to even notice. 

That was until Oliver walked in and stood before him, looking a little frustrated.

It was only a day ago that the both of them were here, acting like the ultimate power couple, and yet now it was like the complete opposite. 

"What are you doing here, cheat?" Cyril asked him, a lot of contempt in his voice. 

"I'm not cheating on you, Cy. She's my wife," replied Oliver. He was so damn stupid to say that.

"So you're cheating on her...with me?!"

"No! Jesus... that came out wrong, I'm not cheating on anyone," said Oliver. 

He licked his lower lip in a sign of nervousness as he tried to keep eye contact with Cy. "Look, I like you a lot Cy–"

"Don't call me that," Cy cut him off. "And besides, she's your wife. How's this–"

"I'm getting a divorce," said Oliver.

"What?"

"It's the truth."

Cy stopped speaking for a while. And I sat down to watch. Honestly, it was a little entertaining.

I hadn't even made myself entirely comfortable when Cy suddenly erupted. 

"Go ahead then!" He near growled. "God knows how long you've been saying that to everyone you meet at the club...or who knows where."

Oliver laughed and if he wasn't so totally focused on Cy, I'd have sent him a warning look. Despite how amused I was.

No one laughed at Cy when he was stressed out and practically seething. Definitely not when he was hurt.

In fact, no one was allowed to laugh at him, period. Anyone but me. I'd fucking punch someone's teeth out.

"Everyone I meet at the club?" Asked Oliver.

Cy's lips curled in disgust. He had a talent for making someone feel like garbage and I was fortunate that I wasn't the one on the receiving end of it.

"You know I'm right," he replied to Oliver. "I can't even look at you right now."

Oliver sighed. "I asked her for a divorce three days ago."

I wish I had grabbed popcorn at that moment.

"Three days?" Cy asked like he had just fought back a gasp. "But we met three days ago."

"Yeah," Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. "That's how much I like you, Cy."

"Uhh... I..." Cy fumbled for words.

I scoffed then quickly covered my laugh with a cough. I sure as hell knew Cy didn't want to be in the room, he didn't want to be pinned to the spot like that, especially in my presence.

He shot me a dirty look before turning back to the man who had made him speechless.

"Well I'm not buying that," he told Oliver, whose smile just broadened. He knew Cy better than I thought.

"Cy, don't let him rub your fur so easily," I chipped in.

"Really Blane? Even now?" He answered, really disappointed.

"Just saying," I raised my hands innocently. "People could pick you up and drop you off all the time, sometimes we're not so lucky to always land on our feet."

I think Cy just shot me a million times in his head at that moment. His eyes seemed murderous but he ignored me.

"Cy–"

"I said–"

"Cyril, I'm sorry I didn't tell you," said Oliver. "The night I met you... was too good to be true," he shook his head. "I couldn't–"

"Stop," said Cy. 

"Let me make it up to you." He took Cyril's hand in his. He wasn't going to do that on my watch. 

I stepped between the two of them and glared at Oliver. "He didn't say you could touch him."

That seemed to surprise Oliver as he withdrew his hand, eyes fleeting from Cy to me and then back to Cy again. 

"Cyril," he tried. 

"I think he wants you to leave," I said firmly. 

He looked again to Cy, for approval as if to know whether he thought the same thing or not.

When there was no response, Oliver gave up. "Fine," he said. 

He looked at Cy one last time and turned to leave.

"Cy, you know you're in love right?" I told him when Oliver had already left.

"It's only been three days," he replied.

"Aren't you the one who said that 'love doesn't have a schedule'?" I asked him. 

He didn't reply.

"Plus, no one's ever been able to hurt you before," I added.

"I'm not hurt, but I guess I like him," he said.

I laughed at that and poked his nose. "No, you're in love," I assured him.

Cyril finally dropped down on the couch again. "Kill me now," he sounded so frustrated.

"What's the point?" I asked. "Don't you have like nine lives or something?"

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

•••

When Cyril left, I knew he would go ahead to speak to Oliver one way or another. Because I know for a fact that Oliver wasn't going to give up on him. 

Impossible as it was, if he really did give up on him, then we'd have to have a harmless talk.

I finished cleaning up and checked the time. I still had enough to make it. 

I'd call Cy later on in the day, just to check up on him and see if he needed anything. 

Sometimes he said that watching a movie together served as therapy for him. So maybe he'd want that.

I opened the door to leave but stopped when I saw the one man who had been tormenting my thoughts for the past few days. 

"Ashley," I nearly croaked out, then cleared my throat. I could only hope that my voice didn't let anything out, like desperation.

"Blane," he said and I was taken back to that night. 

I didn't know I wanted to see him that badly till right now.

My eyes fell on his hands and again, I was reminded of that night. Every part of him I looked at, reminded me of that night.

Standing there, it felt like I could watch him for hours on end. If only he wasn't looking at me so intensely. It was a little unnerving.

Now that I saw him in broad daylight, his hair really was jet black. He still wore black. He still looked sexier than I cared to admit.

"What are you doing here?" I asked instead, surprising myself by sounding so calm.

"I came for you," he said. "I needed to see you."

"You needed to see me..." I repeated like an idiot. "Why– It was a one night stand, you don't have to–"

"I know what a one night stand is," he said, getting closer to me. "But this one was different."

He was almost too close. I backed up and somehow ended up inviting him inside.

He closed the door.

When I offered him a drink, he replied with a curt 'No, thank you'.

He'd said this one was different. He didn't know it was different for me too. 

"What do you mean?" I replied to his earlier question and crossed my arms while I furrowed my eyebrows. 

"I'm obsessed with you," he said looking directly into my eyes.

"What?" I chuckled before I could control myself. 

"I said, I'm obsessed with you."

Ashley...obsessed with me? Did he know how miserably I was failing at getting him off my mind?

"That's a strong word for it, don't you think?" I asked, trying for a light tone. 

"No," he replied curtly. 

This time, I laughed nervously. "Okay, if you say so."

"Why do you laugh?" Ashley asked. 

It was a little intense, the way he asked it. In fact, everything he did was a little intense. Especially the way he blatantly stared at me.

"Because all of this is absurd," I told him, although I didn't even believe myself. 

My biggest excuse for not keeping a boyfriend would completely be tarnished by him. 

I'd never met someone with my kind of sex drive before, but if I had a beast inside me, then Ashley had three. 

"Why?" He asked then waited for me to answer. I found that I couldn't.

"I have to go," I told him while checking my watch.

"Where?" Ashley asked.

"I've got something to take care of," I told him before reaching for the doorknob. 

Instead, his hand latched onto mine and I could almost feel the goosebumps surfacing. 

"Is it your mother?" He asked, then stated simply. "I'll cover it."

My mom? Not even Cyril knew about that, and we'd been best friends for years. 

I immediately froze then got defensive. "What are you talking about?"

Ashley reached forward and let his fingers brush up my arm, ignoring my question. 

Did he know how weak his touch made me? "Answer..."

"Relax..." said Ashley as he continued to close the gap between us. "I'll take care of it."

His hand first went to wrap around my waist. Then before I knew it, the other grabbed my ass. 

Ashley kissed me. Wildly, and if it weren't for the whimper he let out against my lips, I'd never have guessed just how starved he seemed for me. 

"No..." I managed to break away and whisper. Although I was already too weak, lost in the softness of his lips.

I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as pleasure spread throughout me like a wildfire. 

It seemed to slip my mind that he had taken my shirt off in our desperation, until I noticed it on the floor. 

Ashley's tongue circled a nipple before biting. And then his lips were on every bit of my chest. His hands roamed as his lips worked.

I shamelessly threw my head back as if to expose everything I had to offer to him. 

I could feel myself getting hard for him. Seriously, he made it so easy.

Ashley quickly turned me around and bent me over the counter. His lips were immediately on the side of my neck, exploring and making me squirm. 

When something fell with a crash, it took me a while to notice that the vase was broken. 

Cy was going to be so pissed and honestly, I wasn't ready for that. 

I must have been looking at the vase more than I thought. Because Ashley questioned me. 

"It is important to you?" He asked. 

I didn't answer him, I only pulled him back to meet my lips and we were back at it. 

So much for all the cleaning I had done. Because after this, I was going to have to do it again. 

"I need you... to be mine, Blane," he said. "What do you say?"

I gasped. Because this was the moment I'd been waiting for. I wanted this, more than anything. But now that it was here, I couldn't help but hesitate. 

"I don't think that's a–"

"What? Good idea?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Give me one good reason why we can't work," he looked a little pissed off.

"I just... I need to think about it," I said because in the state I was in, I couldn't really process any thoughts clearly. 

"Alright," he said, to my surprise. "You will give me your answer over dinner."

What? 
I didn't think I heard him right. Who the fuck did he think he was?

"You know what?" I began. "I'll give you my answer in three days." 

"No," Ashley said in that annoyingly calm voice of his. "That's too long."

"Too long for what?" I asked. "I said I need to think."

"And I need to see you," he gritted his teeth then cupped my cheek. "One day."

"Two," I said. "And that is after you ask me out properly."

"You will–"

"No," I replied immediately.

"Blane!" He growled. 

"I said to ask me out properly, not order me around."

That seemed to make him think about it.

"I want–"

"No."

"What is it you want me to say?" He was angry, I could tell.

"Relax," I said to him. Then pecked his temple. "Just ask me nicely," I patted his head, hoping it would annoy him further. "You can do it."

Ashley only looked at me as if I had lost my mind, before he schooled his features again. 

"Will you go out to dinner with me, please?" He asked and even I was surprised. 

"There," I said. "That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Hm," was his answer. "Well?"

I only hoped everything good was going to come out of the decision I made. 

"Yes, Ashley. I 
will
 go out to dinner with you. Pick me up at 8 o'clock in two days."

Ashley sighed before caging me between both arms. He nudged at my neck with his nose in a gesture that seemed needy.

"What am I to do for two days?" He asked as he peppered kisses along my collarbone. "Hmm?"

I cupped his face and bent a little to kiss him deeply, until one of us moaned and the other groaned. 

I bent to pick up my shirt from the floor. 

From the corner of my eye, I noticed he was studying every movement I made until I got back up. 

"You wait," I replied.

# Chapter Four

Would you rather go to the grocery store in your underwear or go to the beach nude? 

•••

And Then There Was That

         Why had I acted like waiting for two days wasn't going to affect me?
 I wondered for what seemed like the longest time. 

           The paper work on my desk stopped making sense about an hour ago. 
Why had I even told him to wait for two days and yet I didn't even want to stop looking at him?

            Ashley had me in a fix that I wasn't even sure how to get out of. I was thinking about him when I should have been focusing on work. 

           I know that I should expect him tomorrow but I wished it was today. I know, very desperate of me. But it was a very strange feeling I was almost certain I'd never experienced before. The pull I felt towards him was so strong it was almost comical. 

          I put a hand against my forehead. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Fucking Ashley," I muttered under my breath. 

          Even when the day had come to an end and I tried my damnedest to sleep, it was Ashley I constantly thought of. 

            
What would I wear tomorrow?
 Never in a million years did I think I'd ever act this way because I had a date. A mere date!

        I wouldn't believe this was the true me inside, because it took way too long to surface. Ashley was just different. I'd never met anyone like him.

         The next night, I couldn't be more disappointed in myself. My nerves were all over the place. 

        I looked through my clothes like none of them were suddenly good enough for me. If I were them, I'd even be offended.

         When my phone started vibrating due to a call, I almost dropped it. I forgot that Ashley didn't have my number so it couldn't be him.

          And then a thought crossed my head; what if it was indeed him who called to cancel today?

      The caller ID said it was Cy, so I answered to see what he wanted.

       "What?" I near-snapped at him, which I wasn't even expecting to do.

      "What the fuck?" Came his reply. "I just wanted to talk–"

      "Can it wait? I'm busy right now," I told him.

       Cy let out a breath from the other side. "It's just–"

       "I said I'm busy," I answered without really thinking about it.

        Cyril hang up immediately, and I put my phone away. Just after that, I stopped. It was then that I realized, I had made a mistake. 

          I called him back immediately, because what I did was really low, even for me. It was unacceptable and I needed to apologize first.

        The call went straight to voicemail. It was so very Cy.

      I tried four more times but it was the same result. I didn't think he'd answer me any time soon, so for now, I'd focus on other things.

      I checked the time. 

    19:55. 

        It was almost the time I told Ashley to pick me up. I was wasting a lot of time trying to find what to wear, so in the end, I just decided to dress a little formally. It was the easiest thing I could think of.

       At exactly 19:59, there was a knock at the door. 

          Something like relief washed over me when I opened up and saw that it was Ashley. As always, he looked impeccable. Even more so tonight. 

         It was the first time I'd ever see him in a suit. He stood a few feet away from me looking sharp in his perfectly-fitted black suit. 

           He he adorned it with a dark, rich purple scarf that he let fall on either side of his neck. 

           "Did you think I would not come?" He asked, looking a little puzzled. 

            "No," I said. "It's not that–"

          "I couldn't stop thinking about you," Ashley said suddenly and it sent a jolt through me.

             I couldn't help it, I took a step forward and leaned in. I needed his lips on mine, and mine on his.

         It was either he knew exactly what I wanted or he wanted the same thing. Maybe it was both. 

             He kissed me tenderly, all traces of how rough he could be, gone. Ashley took his time exploring my mouth like he never tired of it. 

             It warmed me to my toes when he moved closer and broke the kiss then smiled at me.

            "You look dashing," he said. 

            My chest thudded just a little chaotically. "As do you," I said back to him.

            "But it's cold, wear a jacket," said Ashley, his eyes roaming over my shoulders. 

             "Nah, I'm okay," I told him, then closed the door behind me. 

             I couldn't tell if he was pissed off or not. But his smile dropped and we didn't ponder on it. 

            The car that Ashley drove looked like the most expensive thing to ever make a stop near my apartment. 

            I saw a few kids across the street stop and angle their phones at it before whistling and continuing on their way. 

      It was a midnight blue Jaguar XKR-S GT with unique graphics and the Jaguar "RS-GT" logo on the hood. It looked sleek.

         "How long have you had this car?" I asked. It looked and smelled really new. The inside had a warm charcoal theme with red accents. It really was beautiful.

         "I purchased it yesterday," he replied. "Why?"

         "Never mind," I replied. "That makes sense."

         "Do you like it?" He asked, sounding a little hopeful. 

          I shrugged. "It's alright. Although, the right SUV would put its engine to shame."

           He nodded and looked thoughtful for a second. "I prefer style," he then said. 

            I realized it was the first time Ashley had ever told me anything about himself. His name did not count. And neither did the knowledge that black, was his favorite color.

           "I can tell," I said while he pulled out of the parking space and drove onto the road. I reached over to his side. 

            I could also finally tell if he was rich or not; he was filthy rich. 

           I let my hand rest on his upper thigh where his legs were parted, and he shifted slightly. It made me smile. 

          "What are you doing?" Asked Ashley.

      "Returning the gesture," I said before shifting my hands further up and letting my hand rest on the bulge between his legs.

           I stroked him once and he brought the car to a halt. I smirked and did just what he had done to me on our first night together. 

          "You're going to keep driving," I told him. 

           There was no way to describe the way he regarded me. His arm rested on the side of the door while the other rested on the wheel. 

          Ashley didn't speak. But he clenched his jaw, slowly took his eyes away from me, and kept driving. 

         I had a better idea; I was going to take it a step further. I took him out, bent my head and put his hard length in my mouth. 

       Ashley hissed and jerked, struggling to control the car. 

"Not so easy, huh?" I released him momentarily to ask. Even though he was doing a better job of it than I did.

           I loved the thought that I was blowing him off in his new car. It felt erotic. I sucked him off, my head bobbing up and down with the effort I put into it. 

         His fingers suddenly curled into my hair and yanked me off him aggressively. 

"Fuck," he kept his eyes on the road as he said it, but his chest was rising and falling as he let out shaky breaths.

              When his eyes turned to me, I smirked then licked my lips, before he let me go. 

             I continued to suck Ashley off, and he kept driving. I swallowed everything he released into my mouth as he groaned with his release.

          I didn't release him from the confines of my mouth even after. I kept sucking him, but slower now. 

          And this time when I felt his fingers in my hair, they were firm and strong but extremely gentle. 

          He let out a breath and kept driving, his hand continuously stroking my hair.

•••

             Blane looked exquisite. He wore dark grey dress pants and a white shirt that he folded at the sleeves. I honestly thought he could wear anything and still look magnificent. 

        I watched as he got out of the car up until his eyes located me again. 

         He always had that look on his face like he was trying to study me or figure me out. I didn't care, as long as he kept his eyes on me. 

            I walked over to him and backed him against the car before he could get any further. Blane had a quizzical look about him as he let me. 

           I took my scarf off, pulling it over my head as I put it around his neck. I had to, because if I didn't, then the possibility that he was feeling cold would eat at me the entire night until I did something about it.

        I smoothed out the scarf as he watched me in surprise. The ends fell around the middle of his thighs and next to them, were his hands, looking like he didn't know what to do with them. 

    "What part of 'I'm not cold', do you not understand?" He asked me.

"The part where you are not exactly a lizard," I replied. 

Blane closed his hands over mine on the scarf. "Do you always have something to say?"

I liked the feel of his hands on mine. "My mother says my wit is my vice."

I never really talked about myself with anyone, but with Blane, it came as easy as breathing.

"I think she's exactly right," he replied with a small smile. 

There was just something about him that had my insides nervously running for cover. 

Less than a week of knowing him and it already felt like he owned more parts of me than I did myself.

"Ash?" 

And then there was that. 

No body had ever called me Ash. Not my parents, not my siblings, not even my grandmother. And we were somewhat close.

For Blane to call me that, made me feel like I mattered to him, and I liked that.

"Every time you call me that..."

"Hmm?" He replied immediately. "I don't even see the big deal–"

"I want to rip your clothes off Blane, right now," I was being honest. "But it is in fact, inappropriate, so I'll wait."

Blane bit his lower lip before pulling me close to him. "I probably want that more than you do," he said.

"Impossible," I replied before stepping away from him. I intended to see this dinner through and that wasn't happening if this carried on.

From the time we settled on our table, I couldn't help but make it so obvious I was staring at Blane. To my defense; what else was there to look at?

I watched him make his order. 
Why did everything about him fascinate me?
 

"Ashley..." I heard Blane say before he cocked his head. "Ashley?" 

"Yes?" I answered, never tearing my eyes away.

He chuckled. "What about you?" He asked. "I mean... you should make your order." 

Oh, right. "Decide for me," I said. 

"Why?" 

"I want you to." 

   "Oh. Okay, uh... he'll have the..." 

    You could call it zoning out but I stopped listening to him right then and there, although I watched his lips move. 

     I felt my dick jerk when he rested his elbows on the table and chewed at his bottom lip after ordering. 

          When the waiter left, Blane checked something on his phone quickly. 

"Blane," I called softly. 

"Hmm?" His head whipped around to me. I motioned for him to come closer. He hesitated and narrowed his eyes.

"Come here," I said. 

            He finally leaned across the table. Blane had not closed his first button, nor the second. My eyes, all on their own, darted to his chest went he bent a little. I kissed him immediately I got the chance. 

"What was that for?" He asked. 

"Awwww!"

          We both stopped when we heard the sound come from a table next to ours. 

              It was a man who looked like he was out dining with his family. He was unashamedly looking directly at us. There was a moony smile on his face. 

"I apologize," said a young girl who was with them. "Ignore my dad."

"It's okay," Blane smiled warmly at her. 

          At that moment, I was reminded about everything I knew about him. 

          Lately, nothing filled my mind but the thoughts of the blond haired man. Whether wanton or not. 

           I knew a little about him. And I didn't feel like it was enough. 

             I knew that Blane used to work at a law firm. He just recently quit to start his own. 

          He'd taken out a huge loan from his rich uncle Edward, and he had promised to pay it within five years. 

           His mother was Laura Whitney. She was in a home for special needs with bills so high he wouldn't be able to cover them and run the firm at the same time. 

            He could do it, but the timing was just unfortunate. I suspected it was the main reason he looked distracted sometimes.

          I knew when and where Blane was born. I knew his father died exactly fifteen years ago. I knew he didn't have any siblings and I knew he had a best friend named Cyril. 

           I also knew exactly how many people he had dated in the last decade. All this information, wasn't enough. I wanted more. 

           I wanted to know what he thought of me. I wanted to know why he had broken up with each of those men. Because once I had him, I wasn't going to let him go. 

           The food finished faster than I anticipated and soon there was only dessert on the table. 

            During this time, Blane looked a little restless. But before I could ask him what was on his mind, he spoke. "How old are you, Ashley?" 

          I should have figured it would be this. I honestly wondered why he didn't just ask me that from the first night we met. 

"Twenty six," I said and watched him look a little more stressed out. "Is it that surprising?"

"You really are young," he said. 

"I'm a man, Blane. Not a boy," I said. I could feel my temper trying to flare up.

"I'm old enough to be your father," said Blane, nonchalantly. 

"I don't hear you pointing that out every time I'm deep inside you," I replied. 

         The same man who had reacted to us earlier, choked on his drink on the table next to ours. So much that his family, especially who I assumed was his wife, got a little concerned.

         I paid him no mind as I looked to Blane, whom also, almost choked on his drink. 

"Do you have no filter?" He asked.

"I have no need for one," I replied. 

"It is just like your mom said," he told me, looking defeated. 

"Come here," I said when I leaned to him. He leaned across the table and kissed me before I could.

"Awwww!" The stranger on the other table said again. The man literally had puppy dog eyes.

"Leave them alone, honey," the wife said. "So nosy."

         She sent an apologetic look our way but in truth, I didn't really mind. 

           Blane got a notification from his phone and checked it. And when he looked up, his face was covered in confusion first, until the look turned stony.

     "Was this you?" He asked angrily, looking directly at me.

      "What are you talking about?" I asked calmly.

     I could only wonder why he would be upset with me, because I didn't do anything that would provoke him.

"You paid..." he trailed off. 

"For your mother, yes," I sipped on my wine. "I told you I'd take care of it. Your uncle too," I smiled. 

        He would be so happy. I waited for his reaction. 

"You what?!" He raised his voice. 

      It wasn't how I expected it to go once he found out. 
Was he actually seething?
 

    "How did you? Why–" He got up and slammed both his palms flat on the table. Making several people turn in our direction.

"Why are you mad?" I genuinely asked.

          He huffed. And turned to leave. I panicked and reached out for his hand but he snatched it away. 

"Blane, wait!" I said quickly. 

             He turned around. "No, Ashley. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He hollered. "Go put three million dollars to a children's hospital if you lack ways to spend your money. You seem to be swimming in it."

"Bl–"

"Enough Ashley!" He cut me off. "Maybe meeting you was–"

"Don't say what I think you are about to say," I shot back.

"You just crossed the line," he said. "Stay away from me."

        I hadn't known him for long but I don't think it was usual for Blane to get that mad.

        As hard as it was, I remained in my seat, I knew it wouldn't be wise to follow him just yet. I just couldn't figure out what I did wrong. 

     I thought he'd be happy. He should have been happy. What did I do wrong?

    "Invaded his privacy? Hurt his pride?" Said a familiar voice.

        I looked to the side to see the man from earlier, pointing out and shrugging. I didn't know I was thinking out loud.

"That's what it was?" I asked him.

"It's my best guess," he replied. "You should grovel at his feet, I don't think a mere apology will be enough."

"Thank you for your insight and advice. I appreciate it," I replied, thinking about the man I was sure I was already falling for.

"You're welcome," he said and wiggled his eyebrows before smiling. "Go get him."

"I plan to."

# Chapter Five

What's in a man's pants that you just won't find in a girl's pants?

•••

Making Up For Dummies

           In my entire twenty-six years of existence, no one has ever made me feel this way. Nobody could make me feel this desperate. I don't even remember ever being desperate. Everything I ever wanted was set before me with no fail—up until now. 

          I wanted Blane, I could say I needed him and he was right there, right in front of me, but he always proved my expectations wrong. 

          Mine. 
The only word I could think of every time I looked at him. 

           I needed to get myself together. But every second spent away from him, threatened to drive me to madness. Pitiful, and very unbecoming of my character. 

           I decided that a week should be enough time and space for him to want to see me again. 

          That was a deception. 

           I needed him now, so here I was, at his door, only a day after I'd last seen him. There was a part of me that was proud of my restraint so far, and a part that was utterly disappointed in my lack of self control. 

           I even went ahead to get him a present. 

           This time I actually felt a little guilty for knowing his schedule. I knew he would be home, and I knew the next day he wouldn't be. 

           He was like this drug that had warped its way into my bloodstream, and I'd become so dependent on it that I would probably lose my mind without it.

           When the door opened, my gaze was immediately trained on him. Blane was one of the most handsome men I'd ever looked at, if not the most good looking. Age had nothing on him, he was simply breathtaking. 

          I watched the surprise register on his face before his expression turned stormy. He was really angry with me. 

          I wasn't going to stand the look on his face directed at me. But it didn't take him long to swing the door shut in my face. It was jammed and stopped by my foot. 

          My fingers curled around the side of the door to open it wider. "No one has ever dared to slam a door in my face before," I said to him, pushing it wider until he let it go. 

           "Try hanging out with people who hate you more," he said coldly. 

           The moment the words left his lips, it felt like a punch to the stomach. "You hate me?" I asked, following after him. 

          
How could he say that?

          "You can't hate me." I closed my hand around his waist and he went rigid, he stopped right where he was and didn't even look back. 

          I was quick to get behind him. I wrapped my hands around him from the back, kissing my way up his back through his shirt. I could feel him catch his breath. "You can't hate me," I repeated against his nape. 

          "Let go," said Blane. It calmed a part of me to hear that his voice wasn't as cold anymore. "Ashley!" The voice was stern this time. 

           I detached from him, as much as I didn't want to. 

           "I got you something," I said and Blane scoffed. "What is it?" I asked. 

           "So you expect to dazzle me with gifts, and think everything is going to be alright?" He asked. 

           It actually worked many times in the past, but that wasn't the reason. For probably the first time ever, I just wanted to get something for someone, for no reason at all. 

          I set the present down on a the table at the same time I noticed the purple scarf slung over his couch. It caused tiny sparks of pride to erupt within my chest. 

           "Look, I'm sorry, sweetheart," I had no idea where that had slipped out from. I tried not to cringe. 

             Blane raised an eyebrow and all I saw was the disapproval in his expression, before his eyes flickered and he averted his gaze. 

              "I hear you," said Blane. The relief felt better than I thought it would. "Now, get out."

           "What?"

          "You heard me, get out of my apartment."

          "Just what am I supposed to do to win you over?" I asked, feeling a bit frustrated. 

          "Oh?" Blane chuckled. I wasn't the type of man to scare easily, but that, scared me. I didn't want that chuckle to be aimed at me ever again. "Do I look like some type of trophy?"

          "That's not what I meant," I said. 

            Blane was suddenly holding the door open for me. "Thanks for coming, but you've overstayed your welcome. For the last time, get out."

          All it took for me was one look at Blane, and I knew I wouldn't be able to argue with him now. I would bide my time, but I wouldn't give up, I'd come back. 

          For now, I got out. 

           I thought I'd be able to get Blane off my mind for a while, I didn't want him to feel like I was all over his space. 

           All I managed was four hours. Four measly hours and I felt like my heart would stop if I didn't see him again. Four hours and I was back, even if I knew I was doing this wrong. 

          It wasn't like me to pine after someone, I never had to before, because they always did the honors. Never did I ever think I'd be stuck in this situation. 

         And yet here I was, like I was under a spell.

          I don't know how long I sat in the car, contemplating what to do, but there was suddenly a knock on the window. 

           I rolled the window down to be met with Blane's glare, although this time, his expression seemed to have softened just at the slightest.

           "Get out," he said calmly. His voice was still cold. 
He's been throwing me out of places a lot today.

           I got out.

           "You're going to listen to everything I have to say," he told me. 

            "Yes," I replied. 

           "Good," said Blane. "From now on, you can't meddle into my personal business without my permission, do you hear me? You can't just do whatever the fuck you want, what gives you the right? Who knows whatever other things you've dug up about me, for all I know you could be sleeping with a voodoo doll of me next to your pillow. Just so you know, that is creepy as all fuck–"

          "I'm not–"

           "I get it, you're obsessed, at this point, I'm literally crazy to be giving you another chance but here I am, a little crazy about you but still holding back. You know what I have that you lack?" 

           I shook my head. 
Damn, he had a mouth.

           "Of course you don't. It's restraint. You lack enough restraint to do something as simple as ground your ass to prevent you from interfering in other people's lives. Tell me, do you not have a life?"

           I could only look at him. I had never felt so small before someone before. I made up my mind, Blane was undoubtedly scary. I wasn't going to be foolish enough to cross that line again. 

           Even as he admitted that he was crazy about me, he was still mad. 
What a man!

           "This doesn't happen again, Ashley, not without my permission. I'm serious," he said. I tensed at his next words. "Or I will actually cut you off."

           I didn't want that. I would never want that.

          "Do you hear me?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

          "Yes," I said. I wasn't about to forget anything he'd just said. "I'm going to kiss you now."

           His eyes fleeted to my lips for the briefest moment before they were back up. "I just warned you–"

           "And it was one hell of a warning," I replied. 

            "As long as it got through," he said, then stared at me. "What are you waiting for?" He shrugged. "Kiss me."

           A man could not get hotter than this. 

          I grabbed the back of his neck and aggressively pressed our lips together. 
Good God, I had missed this. 

          I turned us around so that Blane was now against the car. With each of my arms on either side of him, I pressed him against the car without breaking the kiss. 

          At this point, we were dry humping against my car in broad daylight, right where everyone could see us. I did not care, I could not pause, I could not stop. 

          Blane's mouth tasted better than I remembered, and that was saying a lot, because what I remembered tasted like heaven.

          I could feel his hardness pressing up against my own. It was a blissful feeling, one that took no effort in carrying me away.

          "Get a room, you two! Jesus Christ!" A shrill voice shouted from one of the windows, right before the kiss could reach the next level of obscene. 

          Blane laughed breathily against my lips. I pulled him closer and chuckled, resting my forehead against his. 

          "What do you think?" I asked him. "Give the people what they want?"

          Blane laughed softly. It didn't matter which way I looked at it; I was addicted. 

          "Yeah," he said before pulling away from me completely, then holding my hand in his to lead me. "Let's give the people what they want."

           As I watched the broad back in front of me, leading me to his apartment, I was reminded that with this man, I'd done so many things for the first time. And yet, it wasn't even a month yet. Not even three weeks. 

          With everybody I'd been with before, I'd always been the one in control, it went without saying. But with Blane, he just did whatever he wanted. It was hot and exciting.

          Blane wasn't afraid to tell me no. In fact, I had never heard so many nos in my entire life, until I met him.

          When I closed the door behind me, my hand was still in his. I yanked it, stopping his movements and propelling him towards me. 

           As soon as he was close, I wrapped an arm around his waist before quickly relishing a taste of those sweet and succulent lips.

           Blane pushed me back to back me up against where we'd just come in from. My back hit the door with a thud. 

          He took my hands up and pinned them above me, taking complete control of the kiss that I was undoubtedly lost in. 

           Blane kissed his way down my neck, then back up again as his hands explored my body and I could do nothing but breathe hard. 

           I was really curious about how it would be, and how it was going to feel when I let Blane take me and make love to me. It made me heady, and a little needy to think it. 

           I lost myself to the kiss, utterly. Squirming and sighing when he touched the right places. He broke away with a light chuckle, mostly amused because of my reaction.

           He finally released my hands and we stood looking at each other. My stomach curled at the sight of his lips; moist, plump, skillful. Beautiful.

          Blane smirked like he was amused and proud of how out of it I must have appeared to be. 

          I couldn't help myself when I leaned into him and tilted my chin then slowly pressed our lips back together. 
Where they belonged.

          I hooked my hands under his thighs and lifted him up. His arms circled my neck as he lost himself in it and we continued to make out some more.

            He bit my bottom lip so hard I wouldn't be surprised if it bruised or drew blood. But God, it was so sexy.

          I walked us all the way to his counter, never breaking the kiss. I set him down and parted his legs, going ahead to stand between his thighs. 

          Blane's hands went down on either side of him to support himself. He moved his hands more, to lean back and he pushed the present I brought him, sending it hurtling to the floor.

          It was broken. 

          Blane quickly tore away from my mouth. "The vase!" He exclaimed.

          It was the same vase we had broken earlier in the week. I got him another one; an exact replica of the peach-shaped vase. Although now, it was a replica of its broken state. 

         "So you did check," I said to Blane. A feeling of happiness erupted from nowhere.

           "I was just a little curious," he replied with a serious face, like he was seconds away from rolling his eyes. "Where did you even get one so identical? I couldn't even tell the difference."

          "Doesn't matter," I said before getting back to his lips, making a mental note to get him another one.

          "Now," I said before tugging his shirt over his shoulder then head, and finally off. "I've waited a long time, to do this again."

          "Oh please," Blane replied. "It hasn't even been that long."

           I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, reveling in the way his eyes meticulously followed the movements of my fingers. His mouth was slightly parted and there was no way I could  mistake the desire swimming in his eyes.

          "Really?" I asked teasingly and threw the shirt on the floor to join his. "It hasn't?"

          "What?" Blane asked breathily. 

          "Do you really think..." I backed him up against the counter, forcing him to lean back with his elbows supporting him. "...that it hasn't been a long time?"

           Blane swallowed. "Well... I uh, guess so," he answered.

           "Hmm?" I dropped a quick kiss to his lips. "I beg to differ, especially with the way you are looking at me." 

           I pulled Blane flush against me, our crotches rubbed together as I watched his eyes lose focus for a few seconds. 

           I held him in place as I created more friction by rubbing us together while I devoured his mouth. It was until Blane couldn't properly support himself on the counter anymore.

          "Ash, you fucking tease," he groaned as he tried and successfully got away from my lips. I couldn't help my smile, it was full blown.

          I turned Blane around and placed his hands on the flat surface. My hands quickly skimmed his behind as I fully leaned onto him. Blane gasped.

           My hands went forward like they were going to engulf him in a hug, except I held onto the band of his pants. 

        My hands rested on his zipper first, then stroked him and licked his cheek at the same time. He moaned beautifully. 

            I didn't waste anymore time. I pulled the zipper down and dragged his pants all the way to the floor. Blane stepped out of them. The next thing getting in my way was his underwear, I discarded that really quickly. 

          I needed to feel him, so I made my chest rest against his back before I began to kiss down it.

          "You seem eager to please," I told him, my voice coming out heavier than I thought it would. 

          "Just shut up and get to it," he said irritatedly. "Besides, you should see yourself."

          He looked so sexy and wanton as he looked back at me. I chuckled before replying. "Yeah, you're eager."

           I lifted his leg and Blane folded his knee against the counter, exposing himself to me. I traced the curve of his back with a finger while my cock painfully strained in my pants. 

          I slowly led him to bend a little more at the waist before it hit me. "Fuck," I uttered. "I forgot about the lube and condoms."

          I was clean. Before I ever slept with anyone, I made sure to check. And all the results always came out negative. 

            But I wasn't about to point it out and plant ideas in Blane's head. That was a line I wanted him to cross by himself. If he wanted to. I could only hope. 

            Blane to my surprise, snorted. "Remind me," he said. "Who was it that seemed eager to please?" 

           "Oh, do shut up," I replied. I couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear. To all the people I'd had sex with before; such a connection has never existed. 

           "Stay right where you are," I said, making my way quickly to his room. "Don't move."

           Thank goodness I knew exactly where they were. Quickly grabbing the supplies, I made my way back to Blane. 

            He was exactly as I'd left him and I could not resist giving his ass a little slap. He gasped and muttered under his breath. 

          "What was that? I didn't hear you," I was teasing and we both knew it. 

            "If you don't get in me right now Ash..." he said. 

           He didn't have to tell me twice. After getting rid of all my clothes, I slathered enough lube on my fingers, and worked my way inside his tight heat. 

          I pushed two of my fingers in and out of him, waiting for him to adjust before going any further. 

           My other hand closed around his shaft and Blane stopped me. "No," he said a little breathlessly. "I'm already close. For Chrissakes just get your cock inside me already!" 

            I couldn't help but chuckle, as I heard his frustration seep through his voice while I slipped my fingers out. 

          "So impatient," I told him and gave his ass another squeeze. 

           I rolled the condom on and rubbed a hand on his shoulder as I guided myself to his entrance. 

            It felt like I couldn't really breath once I was inside him, buried to the hilt. "Inside you feels like heaven..." I breathed against his back. 

            The first thrust was harder than I intended for it to be. It had me gritting my teeth in an effort not to lose it and Blane gripping the edge of the counter harder. 

            I moved in and out of him slower after that. Blane's moans filled me with pride and desire. They awakened the animal within, making me move faster, to get us both there.

              Blane clenched around me and I saw stars, fighting to control myself. 

               "Harder," he groaned. 

          I wasn't about to refuse. I wouldn't even dream of it, I was the puppet and he had me on his strings. 

          The following thrusts were exactly as he'd asked for; harder and faster. 

             We were both so close to the edge. My eyes closed all on their own as I chased my release. 

             What sent me over the edge was when Blane arched his back and put a hand to the back of my head, guiding me until our lips met, sending electricity down to my toes.

            We both came hard, moaning without breaking the kiss. The intensity of it, made it the best orgasm in my life yet. It didn't help that he clenched around me every few seconds. 

            Even after I finally got my breathing under control, I still shuddered as my cock slowly slipped out of Blane. It looked so obscene as it lay nestled between his ass cheeks.

            I took the condom off and turned Blane around, getting his leg off the counter in the process. 

               I had to support him, not that I minded because in the next few moments he was in my arms, as I closed the distance between us and kissed him. 

             I carried Blane to the bedroom and set him down in the middle of the bed. It felt like some sort of progress, compared to the way he reacted the first time I carried him. 

            I got on top of him and stroked him while I kissed him all the way from his neck to his abdomen. Then to his side, until I took him in my mouth. 

               He hissed and moved back, like he wasn't prepared for it. "Why didn't we just come up to the room from the beginning, if this was going to be the case?" He laughed.

           "It was the urgency of the situation," I chuckled back. "You don't know how good your ass looked, splayed out for me like that."

            Blane spanked my ass. 
Another first. 
"I don't know what we're going to do now."

          "What do you mean?" I asked him.

          "I mean," he started. "I'm dealing with the genius who left the supplies on the counter after deliberately coming here to get them in the first place."

          I stop because he is right. Although there was nothing deliberate about my coming to get them, I literally rushed. 

          "You're on fire today, aren't you?" I smirked, mostly because of his smart mouth. 

          "I'm always on fire," he replied. "I'm that hot."

          The giddy feeling inside me couldn't be helped. How was he making me smile so much?

           I picked the supplies in no time, ignoring the mess we had made of the place, our clothes and underwear recklessly thrown everywhere. I couldn't wait to get back to him, even if he was like a few feet away.

I put everything on the nightstand, then climbed back on the bed, placing a knee between his thighs and looking down at him. 

"Things are about to get a little aggressive, sweetheart," I said to him. 

Blane swallowed, before groping me in his hand. He tugged my shaft twice before looking up at me. 

           "That better be a promise," was all he said before he eased me into his mouth.

# Chapter Six

There are 36 calories in a teaspoon of semen.

•••

Caught At A Bad Time

             There was just something about Ashley. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but there definitely is something about him. 

           Maybe it was the way he made me feel like the center of his world and yet, he barely even knew me. Maybe it was how I was drawn to him, or maybe the way he looked at me that didn't bother to hide just how much he wanted me. 

             He was suddenly close to my face. "Blane?" He cocked his head. 

          "What?" I said automatically. 

          "You spaced out," he replied. "Is everything alright?"

          Ashley had a way of speaking sometimes, where he sounded superior and a little commanding. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Everything's fine. I was only wondering why you were taking so long."

          I watched as his eyes darkened and he gripped me tighter, he'd clearly understood that my response was a sort of challenge to him. "Open your mouth."

        Again, a simple command. Although there was nothing simple about the way my blood quickened in response to him.

          I opened my mouth and he placed two fingers flat on my tongue. 

          "Suck," he said without taking his eyes off me. 

          I did as he said. I sucked the fingers as he moved them in and out of my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine, as if watching for something.

          I felt like I could drool at any moment now. Ashley had my neck in a chokehold as he fingered my mouth. 

          Never did I think I'd ever be so compliant for anyone. I'd bottomed a few times before but even then, I didn't give more than half of me to them. I didn't crave them, not their touch nor their words, it was nothing more than just mere sex. 

          To Ashley, I gave completely. 

          His cock replaced his fingers and filled my mouth. I was on my knees on my bed as he stood up and looked down at me. 

          He looked glorious as he watched my mouth, as if committing to memory, how well it took his cock. His fingers slowly grabbed my hair, then pulled my head away to angle it so that our eyes met, his rock hard member, an inch from my mouth. 

          "I love it when you look at me like that," said Ashley. His smirk came naturally to him.

          "Like wha–" I didn't finish my question before the shaft was forced back into my mouth and he hissed in satisfaction. 

          I forgot what I wanted to ask him as I had no choice but to suck the throbbing member. His hand did not release my hair as his other one cupped my cheek. He closed his eyes before sighing. 

          I didn't know that he was just letting me suck him before the control was taken away from me. I should have known.

          With the hand that was in my hair, Ashley used the hair he'd gripped, to move my head. Then he thrusted deep into my mouth, deep into the back of my throat, until I felt my eyes water. I coughed as he pulled out of my mouth. 

          "Too much?" He asked while softly massaging my temple. He did say it would get aggressive. 

          I shook my head, not knowing how else to tell him that I actually liked it. "More," I asked. 

          Ashley bent down and pressed our lips together for a brief moment. "Anything for you, sweetheart," he said before guiding my head back to his dick.

          Ashley thrusted so roughly and so fast into my mouth that tears were flowing down my cheeks by the time he started to slow down. "How do you feel so..." Ashley struggled to speak. He squeezed his base like he was putting every effort into not releasing. 

          He pushed my head back with no warning and mercilessly fucked my mouth. I knew I needed something but I couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was at the moment. Did I need a break or did I need to breathe? Whatever it was, wasn't as urgent as the need for him shoving his shaft so roughly into my mouth.

          Just when I thought it might be too much after all, and I'd have to push him away, Ashley stilled as he was deep in my mouth. Then he shuddered and I felt and tasted him as he shot his come deep into my mouth. 

          He groaned and I felt his legs tremble slightly as I gripped his thighs.

          When he was done, I pulled him down close to me, urging him to calm down. 

          I held him in my arms and pressed our lips together, initiating a kiss that could burn us both. Ashley kissed back like my lips were his only refuge. I turned us around until I lay on top of him, kissing him madly. I kept touching all over his body gently as we kissed, until his shudders stopped. 

          "Good?" I asked. 

          He nodded and I smiled at him, then turned away, when I realized that he wasn't going to smile back.

          "Is it too soon to say that I love you?" Ashley asked and I nearly lost it after thinking that I hadn't heard him right. 

          "Don't joke about something like that!" I argued.

          "You think I'd lie?" His look hadn't stopped being serious ever since he'd uttered the words to me. "When have I ever lied to you?"

          "We've known each other for a few weeks," I said. "Stop making it sound like it's been years."

          "It doesn't matter how long it's been. I don't need years to understand that what I feel when I look at you is nothing other than–"

          "Let's not go there yet, Ashley," I said before he could finish.

          I thought he'd actually get mad but he smiled at me, and it felt precious somehow. "Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."

          "Could you call me something else?" I asked him, which sounded more like a complaint.

          "I'll think about it," Ashley answered with a chuckle.

          We lay down quietly for a while, as I pretended not to be affected while Ashley tickled my cheek absentmindedly.

          "What do you want me to do to you?" He broke the silence.

          "Fuck me, isn't that obvious?" I replied.

          "How?" He questioned further.

          "It'll sound stupid," I replied. "Just do it any way you want, it's fine."

          Ashley shook his head and smiled like he'd be patient until I got the point. "Tell me," he insisted. "I'll do anything for you."

          I didn't speak for a while as I decided whether it was okay to tell him or not. Ashley, on the other hand just waited calmly next to me, like my company alone was enough to make him content. 

          And then I realized that if I didn't show myself to Ashley, with the way he made me feel, then I'd probably never show myself to anyone else.

          "I want you to do it while you hold me," I told him. "No matter how rough you want to be, just don't stop holding me." I looked away because I felt embarrassed after saying that. I think anyone would. 

          Ashley held my chin and drew closer before his lips met mine, and this time, I felt a few more things I couldn't name. A few more things I'd never felt before. 

          "Sounds perfect to me," he whispered against my lips.

          Ashley got onto his knees and placed each one on either side of me. I lay flat on my back as he continued to look down. "Wrap your hands around me, love," he said so temptingly.

          I did just like he said, and his hands went to fasten around me, holding me securely in his grip, before lifting me off the bed and turning us around so that he was holding me tight as I lay on my side. 

          Ashley did as I asked him. He did not stop holding me as he pounded into me, no matter how many positions he switched. If anything, he seemed to hold me tighter. 

          He kissed me when I exploded and came so hard I felt I couldn't really breathe. 

          And then he did it again. Rougher, harder and more brutally. And again after that. We had sex the whole day, and Ashley did not once, stop holding me.

          As it got dark outside, we lay together on my bed, my back to Ashley's chest. "I'm so sore all over," I said lazily. "I mean like every part of my body."

          From the moment I could, I've had a lot of sex up until now, but none of the encounters have ever felt so good. I didn't want to imagine going back to that.

          "This does not even cover half the things I want to do to you," replied Ashley. As I felt his voice on my skin, it gave me goosebumps. "And I bet you like it that way."

          "I'm starting to discover things I didn't know about myself," I turned so we were both looking each other in the eye. "I don't even feel like topping when I'm with you. That alone, is crazy."

          Ashley smirked. "You know what is actually crazy?" He asked and I shook my head no. His fingers pushed my hair away from my face.

          "The fact that someone can do this to me, and make me feel this way. You could actually ask me to cut off my right hand for you and I would think about it," said Ashley. I decided to ignore the way he sounded so serious. 

          "You wouldn't really do that, would you?" I laughed as I asked. 

          Ashley's answer was a nervous laugh as he tried to look anywhere but directly at me.

          "Seriously Ashley?!" I said, not believing it. "What is it even about me? At the end of the day, I'm just an ordinary forty-four year old man. Hot, but still ordinary."

          "Hot, agreed," said Ashley. "But there's nothing ordinary about you. Perfection is not ordinary."

          "Wow," I said, not really knowing what exactly I was saying it for. 

          "I put three million dollars into a children's hospital," Ashley said while keeping his gaze on my chest. "I really am sorry for getting into your business like that. I'll do better."

          I remembered when I'd lashed out at him in the restaurant, saying it on a whim, trying to get my point across. The fact that he'd actually gone and done it...

          I couldn't keep in my surprise. "Ash!" I poked his chest. "That's a wonderful thing to do but I wasn't serious, I was just mad."

          "I can't stand it when you're mad," he replied then rubbed the pad of his thumb on my lower lip. "I love it when you call me Ash. Did I tell you?"

          "Why?" I asked.

          "It feels like I matter enough, that you would give me a nickname. And nobody else calls me that, so it feels special," replied Ashley.

          "You matter to me," I told him the truth.

          I could feel Ashley still as he heard the words. The look on his face was nothing short of bliss, almost like he didn't think I'd ever say that. 

          "Really?" He asked. "You are not fibbing?"

          "God, who the hell even uses that word?" I asked honestly. Ash just laughed at me.

          "I thought about it," I said.

          "What?" The hope in Ashley's face could light up my world. He already knew what I was going to talk about.

          "I'll put aside the fact that you're only twenty-six," I said and surprisingly, Ashley didn't interrupt. There was a small possibility that he was holding his breath. "You asked me to be yours... but it has to go both ways. I'll be yours only if you're mine too–"

          "Is that it? Is that all?" Ashley asked impatiently. In all honesty, I have never seen him so happy before.

          "And for the love of God, Ashley, it just means I'm your boyfriend. It doesn't mean I'm your husband," I told him. "So don't overdo it."

          "We'll get there," he said and I didn't know if he meant the overdoing it part, or the husband part. 

          "What are you doing?" I asked at his sudden movements.

          "This calls for a celebration," he said. "So I'm going to make love to you. I'll keep it gentle and sweet."

          I stared up at him as he stared down at me. "God, I'm so in love," he said before he bent down and captured my lips in a kiss that made all the tight knots in my body loosen.

•••

          "Cy!" Blane grabbed and hugged me, right after he'd opened the door for me. "I'm so so sorry." 

          "Yeah I know," I replied. "You apologized so much on the phone that it got super annoying."

          I inspected Blane closely. "Did you get into a fight?" I asked in a serious tone. "You need to get to the hospital right now, I'll take you."

          His face was covered in bruises and more so his neck, the area just below his neck looked like it had taken some kind of damage too.

          Blane fucking blushed, really hard. "I'm fine, it's not what you think."

          I inspected him even closer, until understanding finally hit me. "Fuck B, that bad?" I asked. "Was he trying to fuck you to death?"

          After he'd apologized over the phone, Blane had gone ahead to tell me all about Ashley. So I had an idea.

          "He's a little crazy about me," he said as an answer to me.

          "Yeah, no kidding," I replied. "So when do I meet this new boyfriend of yours?"

          "Anytime now, actually," said Blane. "I invited him over."

          As if on cue, the doorbell rang. My curiosity was further fed with the more time it took for Blane to get the door. 

          I honestly didn't know what to expect. Even after everything Blane had said, so I decided not to put too much thought into it. 

          The boyfriend seemed to really like black, as everything he wore was black. He was a bit shorter than Blane and undoubtedly younger, but there was a firm air of maturity around him. He moved in a regal gait as he searched out Blane first, flowers in his hand. 
Sappy.

          "I told you not to over do it," Blane complained, but I knew my best friend. That was definitely happiness in his voice. I felt relieved.

          Only after kissing and hugging Blane did he finally notice me. He walked up to me as I was still analyzing what was off about Blane's behavior.

          "Cyril," he said as he extended his hand out to me. 

          Okay, I wasn't going to deny it. He was so hot. Although he wasn't my type. He wasn't Oliver. Maybe I should tell Oliver about him, just to provoke him a little. I sighed inwardly. 

          I placed my hand into his and he squeezed then shook it. "Uh, Ashley, right?"

          "That is correct," he answered. "Pleasure to meet you." He was so polite. 

          "Yeah, you too," I answered, feeling like I'd dropped out of school before I could learn proper English.

          He nodded before going back to Blane. I was slowly starting to learn that Ashley didn't possess the ability to stay one meter away from Blane for too long. Too long comprised of five minutes or something of the sort. 

          Who knows? He might actually die if he was away from him.

         He didn't look at anything else much, either. It was safe to say that Blane was the center of his world. 

          After Blane had grabbed drinks for all of us, he settled down closer to me and hugged me tight then ruffled my hair. "I really missed you Cy!"

          I couldn't help it, my eyes darted to Ashley and I found him turning away. He fixed his eyes on the wall and I could almost swear he pouted. 

          "I missed you too, as annoying as you've been," I replied and he laughed.

          "Oliver?" Blane asked.

          "He actually divorced her, B!" I said. "He calls everyday. Sometimes late at night to tell me he's thinking of me, but he's being so patient it's starting to piss me off."

          "You probably stopped him from getting close to you. Sounds like you should make a move then," said Blane, very logical and accurate.

          "Nope," I replied.

          "Wow Cy," he said.

           "I know... but I'm going to provoke him into making the first move," I answered.

          "Hmm," said Blane. "Yeah that's the Cy I know."

          For some reason the room was tense. It was probably Ashley and Blane. There seemed to be something that really wanted to snap, between them. I'd have broken the silence myself if Ashley hadn't got to it first. 

          "Come here, love," he said to Blane. He sounded so absolute that I would've just gone over to him if he was talking to me.

          Blane rolled his eyes but got up to go to him anyway. Ashley immediately wrapped his hands around him and kissed his temple like he'd missed him so much. 
So sappy. 

          I didn't want to think of Oliver.

          Again, Blane's behavior seemed off. I watched them openly—it was okay because they didn't even notice me.

          I watched and tried to think about what was off, until I noticed that this was the weirdest shit I'd ever seen. 

          Blane was never like this. He'd never let anyone hold him like that, especially now that Ashley tucked his head under his chin and wrapped a hand around his waist. I almost laughed out loud at how red faced he was. It was almost too cute.

          I even contemplated leaving because that would probably make no difference to the two men. As far as they were concerned, I probably wasn't in the room anymore. 

          I'd come to meet Ashley and I was sure the only reason he had been almost perfectly civil to me, was because I was important to Blane. And his best friend. I wondered how he'd react if it were a random man with Blane in the same room. 

          I was probably overthinking it and he probably wasn't that possessive anyway, but who knew. 

          Just as I was making up my mind to leave, the doorbell rang and I went to get it. 

          There were two men in black suits who forcefully made their way inside. 

          Both Ashley and Blane were immediately up, wondering why the hell strangers were here. 

          "You are very hard to find, your–"

          "What are you doing here, Ed?" Ashley asked. "Who's with my father?"

         Ed seemed to be the taller of the two men, because he ignored the question. "Our orders are to bring you back immediately you are found," he instead said.

          "What the fuck is going on?" Asked Blane. "Who are you?" He honestly looked ready to punch one of them in the face. 

          "Stand aside," he shoved Blane lightly. "This does not concern you."

          Ashley immediately got between them, and put Blane behind him. "Now, there's a mistake you'll do well not to repeat," he warned the man. I'd just met him but I don't think he usually got that angry. "You are better off disrespecting me, than him. Do you understand?"

          
How could someone sound so dangerous and so goddamn sappy at the same time?

          "Understood," the man said, then turned to Blane. "My apologies, sir."

          Blane grabbed Ashley's hand and turned him to face him. Yes. We all needed answers. 

          "There's something you should know," Ashley said solemnly. 

          "You think?" Blane answered.

          "Well, first of all," Ashley sat back down and blew out a breath. "These are my bodyguards."

# Chapter Seven

What is a four letter word that ends in 'k' and means the same as intercourse?

•••

Persuasions Behind Closed Doors

           Things escalated at a very fast pace inside my apartment, some things more unbelievable than others. "Can we talk?" I looked at Ashley and sounded more serious than I thought I would. He would have no choice but to agree. "Alone?"

          When he nodded then gestured to his 'bodyguards' —probably to stay put for a while, I turned and walked to my room after mouthing to Cy that I'd be right back. While Cy could really be good at entertaining guests, even if they were strangers, I doubt he had anything to say to the guards.

          Ashley closed the door after getting in after me, he leaned against it like he needed such a moment to clear his head.

          "I don't think I heard that right," I told the man who looked a little troubled.

          Ashley left the door and went to sit on the bed. "You did, love."

          "You're a freaking prince? Crown fucking prince?" Even as I said it, it was hard to believe. But at least it did make sense in its own way, especially with the way he'd always spoken and acted. "For how long?"

          Ashley looked up at me, a little confused. "Uh, I'm certain I've been a prince since the day I was born."

          I almost rolled my eyes. "I mean, how long have you been missing for?"

          "A month now," replied Ashley.

          "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, even though I knew that it was logical that he didn't. 

          "It didn't seem important," he answered simply.

          I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest and furrowed my eyebrows in the slightest. I paced about the room. "So you ran away from home...why?"

          "I just needed some time away from the palace. It was getting too suffocating," replied Ashley.

          If both us, and the situation weren't so serious, then I might have made a joke about suffocating in a palace. I continued to cross my arms and listen. 

          "My father was pressuring me to marry by urging me to court whomever he picked," said Ashley. "I knew it couldn't work like that, and I didn't think I'd ever be able to fall in love. So my plan was to take some time away from home, fuck around mindlessly until I got my fill. And just breathe. Then I'd go back and settle down with whomever he wanted and..." he shrugged. "...have a few heirs maybe."

          "Why would you do that to yourself?" I asked him. 
I didn't want him to marry. I really didn't. 
Why did people do things that they knew would make them miserable for the rest of their lives?

          "I have duties that I can't ignore," Ashley answered. "I can't make decisions and judgements based solely on how I feel. I don't have that luxury."

          That one felt a little painful. Why did his words feel like a slap across my face? It's like he was telling me that I was nothing more than a pastime.

          "Then why did you go all the way to start a relationship with me if you knew that this would happen? If you knew that you were going to leave anyway," I hated the way my voice shook. I didn't even know he meant that much to me until this moment. 

          "What?" Asked Ashley. "No, it's not like that anymore, love."

          I don't know the last time I felt this emotional and a little fragile. How was it already this bad, when did I let it get to this? The best I could do was ignore Ashley's gaze and force myself to show an expressionless face.

          "From the moment I saw you that night at the club, nothing's been the same," Ashley continued. "I'm not the type of man to stray from a plan once I put my mind to it, but you changed that completely. There is no form to my actions anymore...you make me act like a crazy man."

          "You 
are 
a crazy man," I scoffed to hide the fact that hearing that, made me feel a little softer inside.

          "See, I've even led you to believe it," Ashley insisted and got up to hold my chin. "What we have here, is real."

          "Don't you mean was?" I asked a little pettily. "You have duties you can't ignore right? And you have to leave now."

          Ashley's answer was immediate. "Not without you, I won't. You'll come with me."

          
Here we go with his bossy nature. "
Excuse me?" I replied.

          "What?" He asked. Of course it wouldn't strike him that he needed to ask me first.

          "No," I answered him simply.

          "No? But–"

          "Ask nicely and maybe I will, your highness," I answered. "I'm your boyfriend, not one of your servants."

          "Blane!" He groaned. "It's not... fine," he said like he struggled to. "You will come with me, right?"

          "Oh my goodness, that was so poor," I replied.

          Ashley exhaled deeply and clenched his jaw. "You frustrate me," he said.

          "Oh honey, it's mutual. You have no idea," I said while bending to peck his lips. "Now, ask me nicely. I wouldn't want to keep Cy waiting in awkward silence with those guards."

          No sooner had I said it than I was turned around and tackled onto the bed, I let out a sound of surprise as my arms were pinned on either side of me while he stared directly into my eyes. 

          Ashley bent and let his lips hover over mine, I got butterflies just waiting for the kiss to come. It didn't. 

          "You will come with me," he said, teasing me.

          "No," I whispered back.

          "You will come with me," he said in a firmer and more gruff voice. 

          I gasped when I felt his knee graze my member. "No," I whispered again.

          "You will," his breath sent tingles down my spine as his teeth grazed my earlobe. 

          "I won't," I answered with difficulty as his hand found it's way under my shirt. 

          "Would it kill you to just say yes?" His hands roamed as he tried to kiss me. I was quickly becoming a mess.

          I moved until our lips met. I gave him a small nip before pulling away. "Would it kill you to just ask nicely?"

          "You're difficult," said Ashley.

          "And you were clearly pampered too much," I replied.

          Ashley didn't seem to have an answer because I'd removed my hands from his grasp and slowly grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed it. "You haven't been touched enough either," I told him. "Not like this."

          I pushed my hand to his inner thighs and caressed him through his clothes. Then I leaned in to whisper in his ears. "Haven't been teased enough either." 

          He hissed so softly that I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't so close to him.

          I rolled both of us until Ashley was underneath me. Then just like he'd done earlier, I pinned both his arms on either side of him. 

          "I've seen you be perfectly polite...but, for some reason, you always seem to forget your manners when you're with me," I said while getting closer to his lips. He looked more flustered than I'd ever seen him. 

          I parted his thighs with my knee, but I didn't stop looking him in the eye. I used the same knee to press gently against his bulge, only to find out that he was rock hard for me. 
Touché.

          "Last chance," I told him more seriously despite the smirk on my face. "Ask me nicely, or you go alone."

          Ashley closed his eyes and I watched as he took deeper breaths. I knew I was hot, but the man underneath me was something else entirely. So much that I doubted if I wouldn't break before I got what I was asking for. Thankfully, it seemed he was thinking carefully about it.

          "Will you... will you come with me, back home, please?" Ashley finally broke the silence and asked carefully. "It would mean so much to me if...if you considered it."

           I didn't expect him to get it right, but I didn't show it. Ashley was full of surprises, and especially with that last part. "Hmm...let me consider it," I said while momentarily closing my eyes and leaning into him to rub our noses together. "After a lot of thought," I said after like four seconds. "I guess I'll go with you after–"

          Ashley grabbed me and pressed our lips together before I could properly finish my sentence. He kissed me so passionately that all thoughts evacuated my mind and only that moment remained. 

          "I love you Blane," he buried his face in my neck after the kiss and inhaled. 

          "I said–"

          "Not to go there. It's too soon, I know," replied Ashley. "Just let this one pass."

          I let it go. After all, he might really be in love with me. It was just evident in the ways he acted. 
What if he was actually really in love with me. 
I tried not to think about it. From the first time he'd told me, I'd just agreed with my brain that he was probably confusing his feelings for love. 

          "Will your father be okay with this?" I asked him because that same father probably had an army of potential spouses just waiting for his son's return. 

          "He will be, I'll make sure of it," said Ashley. He always spoke like there was nothing to worry about. Like you could let go and leave everything to him. I needed that sometimes.

          "Does he know that you prefer men... or do you prefer both?" I asked.

          "Oh he knows. And because of my preference for the same sex, after a lot of argument and fights, my father has further induced that everyone should be free to express their sexuality. Before that, was my grandmother, so such a thing is not uncommon back home. I'm sure you'll love it there."

          It honestly sounded too good to be true. "Will you show me around?"

          "I'd never give anyone else the pleasure of showing you around, my love," replied Ashley.

          "Okay..." I answered. He really looked happy, and I just wanted to keep it that way. "I like seeing you like this."

          "Like what?" Asked Ashley. 
Jesus, 
he was so handsome. 

          I shook my head. "Let's go back. Cy is probably–"

          "Tell me," Ashley insisted.

          I sighed. "Happy," I said. "I like seeing you happy. Ew, I sound way too romantic."

          "I'm not complaining," he replied. "No one's ever told me that before. I can't help myself, I lo–"

          I stopped him talking by pressing my lips to his. Then I took his hand and led us out of the room. Ashley followed behind me and squeezed my hand. He could be so adorable if he wanted to.

          We found the two guards in total concentration as Cy's hands were up like he was about to conduct a music piece. I couldn't even begin to guess what was going on. 

          The two men got up immediately they noticed Ashley. He nodded at them. "We'll leave tomorrow."

         "But tomorrow –" The shorter guard had started. 

          Ashley stopped him with a hand and turned to me. "Do you want to leave today?"

          Today would be too sudden, after all, I didn't even know about his double life until today. I shook my head. "That's too soon."

          Ashley seemed satisfied with my answer as he nodded and turned back to his guards. "Tomorrow," he ordered—because that was what it sounded like. "I take it your accommodation is catered for. Tell me if you need anything. I'll give you my address..." Ashley kept talking to them as Cy turned to me.

          "You're really going with him?" He asked me. "How did your life become a movie in one moment?"

          I shrugged. "I don't even know what I'm doing."

         "Text me if you think you're being kidnapped," whispered Cy. "I'll text you if I think Oliver's being an ass, so you can come beat his ass."

          "I most definitely will," I replied. "Even if I like him, and I think he's a good guy, and right for you."

          Ashley suddenly wrapped his hands around me from behind and kissed the side of my neck. I managed not to gasp. 

          "I'm going to see Oliver," Cy said immediately. "You guys are too much-ish."

          "Say hi to him for me," I replied. Cy nodded and made his way out, following the guards who'd just left. 

          "Say hi to whom?" Asked Ashley with a frown. 

          "You don't need to know that," I teased, then walked away from him. I sat on the couch and called him over, patting the space next to me. "Come tell me all about your home."

          Ashley looked back at me like I'd just lost my mind.

# Chapter Eight

What is at least six inches long, goes in your mouth and is more fun when it vibrates?

•••

An Ill-mannered And Stubborn Boy

          "Meeting your father was a little intense," Blane said next to me as we made our way through the palace and back to my side of it after the feast we'd just had. I was a little proud of the fact that he didn't seem bothered or intimidated by the amount of security personnel everywhere. It made me feel at ease.

          "It is a habit he's had for the longest time I can remember. My father is always wary in the presence of a stranger, so at some point, it might have felt like he was interrogating you," I replied, resisting the urge to touch him.

          I knew my father would want to talk to me after this. He wasn't the type of man to leave any stone unturned, and now wouldn't be any different.

          "It's okay. I get it," said Blane.

          I nodded. "My chambers have been modified to accommodate us both but if you say the word, anything you want will be added or removed."

          "You didn't have to do that," said Blane. 

          He wouldn't understand but this was me trying my best, trying everything I could, to hold back. I didn't want to overwhelm him because I knew he wouldn't like that. 

          It was already getting late by the time we'd arrived, so right now, it was already giving way to dusk. Blane must be exhausted and I'd want nothing more than for him to take a rest. 

          I signaled for the guard to stay put as I pushed open my door. "Here we are," I said to Blane as soon as the door had closed. 

          He turned to me with a look I couldn't quite put a finger on. "What do you need all this space for?" He asked, then shook his head. "Never mind, I almost forgot you were royalty."

          I laughed a little at that. "In my defense, I had no part in the decision to own this room."

          "Of course not," Blane chuckled and walked over to me, then walked away to one of the windows like he'd just changed his mind. I badly wanted to touch him, but all I did was watch him as he looked out the window. 
Fucking hell.

          "You should take a bath, and rest, you must be jet-lagged. The bathroom is right there," I pointed to the en-suite.

          "And you?" Blane turned quickly to ask.

          "I still have to speak with my father, and I have several guests to meet," I replied. "At least two meetings of urgency, but should you need me, you only have to call and I'll be here."

          I wasn't imagining it. Lately, Blane was just a little bit different, I could almost swear he was letting his walls down around me, while my love for him only continued to grow. I loved him. I knew I did.

          Finally, unable to hold it anymore, I closed in and he cupped my face as if he was waiting for me to do just that, he then leaned a little to kiss me. Our lips moved just the way they should, like they were meant to be together. 

          Suddenly, Blane had backed me against the mattress and gotten atop me. My hands, all on their own, went to grab his ass before I squeezed the flesh and he groaned. Just before the kiss could intensify all the more, we heard a throat clear.

          "My apologies, your highness, but the king is expecting you now," said the guard. He excused himself before I could tell him to. 

          I sighed, because I wanted nothing more than to stay here with Blane but I had to go. I tried not to sulk because in a few hours I would be back, but Blane might already be asleep.

          "I'll be back, love," I said as I got off the bed. 

           Blane shrugged then he kissed me several times before stopping to look me in the eye. It felt like there was something he wanted to say but decided against it. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll see you later."

•••

           "Well do you love him?" My father asked me. 

           He was an old man in his late sixties with hair more grey than black, but he was surprisingly strong. I knew because we'd sparred several times before.

          "I do, more than anything," I answered. 

          "He seems much older than you are," he replied to me with no expression whatsoever, on his face.

          "He is, but our relationship is past that stage," I replied. 

          At that, my father raised his eyebrows, "I see."

          And that was that. 

          With him, our conversations were always concise, but we understood each other perfectly. My word was as good as his; was what he always said. I knew I was lucky to have him, even if it was rare if not impossible, for us to show any affection. 

          He dismissed me and I headed straight to meet a few relatives who had apparently been 'worried sick' because of my absence. 

          My grandma took it upon herself to give me the longest speech while I interrupted her like the ill mannered and stubborn boy she knew I was. But I loved her, and she knew that. I promised not to do it again. 
That couldn't happen anyway. Not when I had Blane. 

          She'd wanted to meet him as soon as possible, but I insisted that it had to be the next day because I didn't want his rest disturbed.

          Ten minutes into the first meeting, and all I could think of was Blane. Him. His eyes, his smile, God, his laugh when I said something ridiculous. 

          What would I do in the next few meetings? I knew there was a lot I had to catch up on, and it was my fault for disappearing, but I needed to buy time to show Blane around the next day. It was still hard all the same.

          Halfway through the second meeting, I couldn't stop thumping my foot uneasily. What if he needed something? I knew he wouldn't call me if he did. I needed to see him. 

          "Your highness?" I was asked with a little uncertainty. I was so badly off that I could barely pay attention, something that should have been impossible. 

          I wasn't expecting his call when I saw it, but it had my heart dropping to my feet and back up again as I tried not to drop the phone. 

          I excused myself from the meeting and everyone watched in surprise as I walked out to answer the phone—another thing I would never do in a meeting.

          "My love," I answered immediately. "Is everything alright? Do you need me?"

          Blane first hesitated, then spoke. "There's a... there's a problem."

          That was all I needed to hear. I left the meeting and decided we'd carry on from there the next day, which meant that I also postponed the next two meetings.

          Blane was sitting at the edge of the bed when I got in the room. He was everything I didn't know I ever wanted, right there in front of me.

          "Good, you're here," he barely spared me a glance as he walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open, getting inside, a serious look on his face.

          I followed because that was clearly what he wanted me to do. 

          "The faucets," he started. "I can't figure out how to work them, so I haven't really...um, showered yet." 

          Bullshit. 
One look from him and I could tell, I could read him so easily. Blane folded his arms and refused to look me in the eye.

          I knew that surely, a big grown man like him could figure that out, and yet still, I was bursting with happiness.

          "Let's see," I played along. "All you have to do is this," I showed him. "And you'll get used to it."

          "Oh," said Blane, he cleared his throat. "Thank you."

          "Mhm," I replied. The smile, I couldn't really help.

          "It's uhh... much different from the ones I have back at home," he continued to explain as I began to shrug off my suit. 

          Blane looked to me in a mixture of confusion and hope. "What are you doing?"

          "I'm filthy, so I'm taking a shower with you," I replied casually.

          "And your meetings? Your–"

          "I've already pushed them to tomorrow," I replied and made our foreheads touch.

          "For me?" Asked Blane. It should have been obvious by now.

          "For you," I nodded, then I took the rest of his clothes off. 

•••

          "Is something wrong?" I asked Blane. Ever since we got onto the bed, he wouldn't look at me, and that was very unlike him. "Is it this place?"

          "Nothing is wrong," Blane answered as he turned around and stuffed his face in my chest. "I'm just guilty I disrupted your meetings."

          "It's okay, love," I replied. "I know you did it because you just wanted to see me. It was very much mutual, I'd have come to you either way."

          Blane didn't answer me. All I felt was his breath against my bare skin.

          "And I shouldn't have left you. It's your first time in my home," I spoke. "I shouldn't have left your side, I'm sorry."

          "I can take care of myself," he said a little stubbornly.

          I chuckled. "Don't think for one second that I don't know that." I tickled his biceps with my forefinger. 

          "I'm not usually like this," he started. 

          "I know," I replied.

          "I don't show this side of me to anyone, a little bit to the last guy I dated maybe," said Blane. "For some reason, it made him more attached to me."

          "You're not dating anyone else," I said, not sure whether I was affirming or pleading. "I'm yours, you're mine, remember?"

          "I remember," he replied. "If it helps, no, I'm not interested in anyone else."

          "Good," I replied.

          He scoffed. 

          "Why did you both break up?" I needed to know. I wouldn't make the same mistake that person made. Blane would never break up with me.

          "He was very clingy, and then I realized I just didn't feel the same way. He just might have loved me too much," he said.

          I was a little confused about whom Blane was describing. "I'm not like that, am I?"

          "No," said Blane. My relief dissipated upon hearing his next words. "You are much worse."

          "I... No, does that mean..." I panicked. "You–"

          "But," he stopped me. "I can't get enough of you for some reason. I always want to see you, so I shamelessly call you out of whatever important meeting you have, because I can't use your shower. Bullshit. I got it on the first try, but there was nothing else I could use for an excuse. You make me needy, and you make me soft."

          I needed him to show a little mercy. This was almost too much.

          "Tomorrow after the rest of the meetings, there's a place I want to show you. It's really beautiful and I'm sure you'll love it," I told him. It was a little personal to me, but I wanted him to be a part of it.

          "I can't wait," he replied as his fingers traced my chest. 

          Before I could reply, Blane's hand closed around my shaft and I gasped before quickly recovering. I had him on top of me in the next microsecond. 

          We were calm just a moment ago but right now, our movements were nothing other than frantic.

          His kisses made me feel hotter than I'd ever been, and I was instantly hard, just as he was. 

           I let Blane have his way with me as he kissed me hard, taking his time to remove any clothing against my skin. 

          My arms were pinned above me when I tried to do the same to him. I got the message clearly; I was not the one in charge. 

          Blane rocked his hips against me and I remained helpless as I groaned. It was all I could do not to lose myself entirely. 

          He took his clothes off, then got back to grinding against me. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, and you're going to lie here and take it."

          My mind was near orgasm. 
Yeah, okay.

          True to his word, Blane fucked me hard, and all I could do was lie there and take it as he continued to pin my arms and ride me.

          My breathing was nowhere near normal, and Blane was no where near forgiving.

           He drained the pleasure out of me at his pace, which had me struggling. I needed to at least properly breathe but I was also fine with Blane denying me that.

          I couldn't touch him, but he did not stop riding me, nor did he stop looking me in the eye. I couldn't move much either. It was almost torture, and yet it was definitely bliss.

          That was until he leaned in and pressed our lips together. I broke away in desperation. "I'm close," it took everything inside me just to say that. 

          "Yeah?" Blane asked but didn't stop. 

          "I–" Before I could go on, I was grunting and coming before my mind could fully understand that I was. 

          I thrust inside Blane as I came, until he too, arched his back and met my thrusts halfway, coming untouched between us. 

           I felt him bite the side of my neck and I wanted more. His moans filled the air, and so did mine. 

            When both of us were spent, Blane fell forward and onto my chest and breathed heavily. I felt his chest rise and fall against mine. "I'm crazy," he said.

          "No you're not," I chuckled and pulled him closer, pressing my nose against his hair. 

          "I really am," he insisted.

          "And why is that?" I asked.

           "Because I know I love you," he answered.

# Chapter Nine

Your turn to give me a riddle or fact.

*smirks*

•••

More Than You Think

          When I woke up, I was alone on the bed. The first thing I acknowledged was the calm around the place. There were only a few distant sounds of several things but vague as they were, I couldn't tell where they came from or what their sources were exactly. 

          I dropped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I missed Ashley. 
Yes, already. 
I could be cuddling him right now, or even just resting my head on his chest. 

          I wasn't going to call him, there's no way I'd do that. Disrupting him the night before went against my better judgment and it had been more than enough. 

          Although, unfortunately, it still didn't change the fact that I missed him. He seemed to have so much time on his hands before we got here, but now that he was here, he seemed way too busy. 

          I understood perfectly though, it made perfect sense that he was obviously busy. 

          After a few moments of thinking about him, my eyes fell onto a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. 

          I reached out to retrieve it and opened it, only to find that Ashley had written me a letter. He was so sweet. I was already smiling after reading the first thing.

••

Good morning my 

love, 

I'll be finishing a few meetings as I requested for them to be early. I left quietly not to disturb you, and after much struggle. 

You were so beautiful in your sleep that I did not want to stop looking at you. I did kiss you, but thankfully you did not wake. 

I'll see you as soon as I am finished. 

Breakfast will be brought to you or if you prefer, you'll be taken to have it. 

I cannot wait to see you, I love you. 

Ashley. 

(The love of your life)

••

          I chuckled when I finished reading the letter. He would never miss an opportunity to remind me of what we shared, like he was afraid I would change my mind and he would lose me. 

          It also reminded me of the night before. I'd confessed to him, without even expecting to, but it was true, my love for him, it was there, more concrete than anything I knew. 

          Ashley had somehow done it, made me fall for him. Even then, I still thought I might have been falling for him already but I did everything I could to deny it to myself and him too. 

          Ashley came back around mid-morning. I watched him at the door looking sharp in his suit and not a hair out of place. He was so handsome. I didn't know how many times I would say that, for it to be enough. 

          We both smiled at each other without doing anything at first, it was awkward as fuck but it still gave me butterflies.

          "What do you have there?" I asked because one of his hands was clearly holding something behind his back. 

          He shook his head before walking towards me. He brought his hand to the front to reveal a rose. I could die of all of this. 

         "Ashley..." I groaned and averted my gaze, even as I took it. "What did I tell you?" 

          "Not to overdo it? I know, but this isn't even much," said Ashley.

          "Who said I liked flowers?"  I asked.

          The colour seemed to drain out of his face. "You don't like flowers?" He asked. "I'm so sorr–"

          "Shh, that's enough, I was only joking, I do love them. And you are very sweet," I said before moving to kiss him. 

          "Okay," he let out a breath. "How was your morning?"

          "I missed you," I answered because I spent my entire morning thinking about him.

          "I missed you more my love," he replied to me.

          He gathered me in his arms and kissed his way up my neck, then he paused when our lips were less than an inch apart. I kissed him instead. 

•••

          "I hope you like horses," Ashley said as he led me towards what I now understood were the stables. 

          I stopped for a second. "I've never been on a horse before."

          "Oh don't worry," he said with a mischievous smirk. "It's not that hard."

          I don't even know why I blurted out the next part that I did. "Imagine if we did it in the stables, that would be a classic."

          Ashley's eyes turned lustful for a moment. "Well, now it's a promise."

          "Don't joke like that Ash," I said with a laugh. 

          "I do not make empty promises, my love. You should know that by now," he smirked.

          Ashley managed to get me on top of a black horse with white patches on its face. It was honestly gorgeous. I would probably never get on a horse on my own but he made it seem too easy. He calmly told me not to panic as he soothed and stood close to the horse. 

           It was a struggle while on the horse. It was whether to look at the path or look at Ashley. He held some of the reigns as he walked by the horse, leading the way. 

          His other hand stroked it occasionally. It truly was magnificent. "Are you alright?" He turned to ask me. 

          "I'm okay," I replied.

          I was mesmerised by the sight we came to stop at. "This is it, isnt it?" I asked him and he nodded, then came over to help me off the horse. 

          "It's beautiful," I said. "Really." 

           It wasn't really much, but the sound of the stream and the quiet, the flowers all around, and the trees, it was all so beautiful. 

          Ashley lay his scarf down by a tree close to the water and sat down, waiting for me. I followed suit, sitting with my back to him between his legs as he leaned against the tree. 

          "I come here many times, and especially when I was younger," I knew he was smiling as he spoke. "Now that I'm busier, my visits have been less frequent."

          "Overthinking huh?" I asked.

           "I suppose," he replied. 

          "It's really gorgeous," I said, feeling completely relaxed.

           "I love you," he said to me.

           "I know, I love you too," I replied.

           After talking about nothing and everything, and switching positions about seven times, Ashley fell asleep on my lap.

          My heart fluttered as I watched him, I didn't know he was that tired. I run my fingers through his hair as he breathed softly in his nap. 

          This was everything I wanted. Ashley was it. He ticked every single box. He was a little obsessive but my brain seemed to forget that fact. I didn't want him any other way. 

          On the way back, Ashley sat on the horse behind me as his hands wrapped around me to control the reigns. 

           He didn't miss that opportunity to tease me in the most creative ways, like licking the side of my neck because there was nothing I could do about it.

          Neither did I miss the opportunity of leaning onto him completely, because there was nothing he could do about it.

          "I feel safer riding like this," I told him.

          "Really?" He asked. "Then we'd better ride like this all the time."

          "Agreed," I replied, then added with a little worry. "I hope you're not done showing me around."

          "Not at all," he replied. "I just want to take my time."

          "Oh, okay," I replied rather sheepishly.

          "Blane," Ashley called softly and I thought how weird it was for him to call me by my name.

          "Yeah?" I replied.

          "Thank you," he said. "For giving me a chance."

          "You say the least expected things sometimes Ash," I replied. "You really love me don't you?"

          "More than you think," he replied. 

          "That's too many butterflies for one stomach," I replied. "I love you too."

# Epilogue

It was the dead of night, on a moonlit pavilion in the heart of the palace gardens, where Blane came to find that Ashley was indeed looking at him strangely. 

          Most of the party had died down as most of the guests had already left the palace. It was a trying party, for them both as the two men only had eyes for each other during the party, so much that even as they spoke to other people, they couldn't concentrate enough until the other was in focus. 

          Ashley escaped the people who wanted to speak with the prince, while Blane escaped the people who wanted to speak with the man the prince had chosen.

          Until they'd both escaped their pursuers and found their way into the gardens. 

          They'd talked for at least an hour and stared at each other every now and then. The sounds from the party had been drowned out, creating background noise low enough for them to still hear each other clearly.

          It was in those early hours of the morning on that moonlit pavilion that Ashley proposed to Blane. 

          He got down on one knee, and whipped out a black box that he got from God knows where, and said those pretty words. "Blane, my love­–"

          "Yes," Blane said to him immediately. 

           Ashley looked like he was about to cry when the man of his dreams tugged his arms to get him up. "You really said–"

           "Yes, I'll marry you Ashley, I love you," Blane finished for him.

          "I love you more, I really do, you don't know how happy this makes me feel," said Ashley. 

          "I know honey, because I feel the same," said Blane. "Although..."

          "Although?" Ashley looked scared for the shortest amount of time, though he didn't have to be. Blane wasn't taking back his answer for anything in the world. 

          "Although you know," he started. "People actually date for a considerable amount of time before proposing right?"

          "I suppose," Ashley shrugged. "I wouldn't know. And I don't mean to rush, but you are the one, I do not see the need to waste any time. Of course, that is unless... you feel differently."

          Blane smirked only to frustrate Ashley further. One of these days, he was going to have to stop worrying about everything. Blane didn't plan on going anywhere. "Look at me," he said. 

          Ashley did. 

          "Relax, okay?" The prince nodded and allowed Blane to pull him into a hug. "I'm not going anywhere," Blane said and Ashley nodded. 

          "I do hope we're going to get married after a while though..." said Blane. "Like at least three months later. Not too long and not too short." 

          Blane raised a questioning brow as he felt Ashley's shoulders shake with laughter. "What?"

          "The plan was that, if hopefully you had said yes, I wanted to marry you tomorrow," Ashley answered. 

          "You aren't being serious are you?" His love exclaimed. 

          "I am, but my father said that would possibly push you away. And that is the last thing I would want. So he convinced me of at least two weeks. Three months?" Ashley laughed again and rubbed his face against my neck. 

          "Wow," Blane answered. "Well, we're not getting married in two weeks, that you should know of."

          "Please?" Ashley asked. 

          "No," replied Blane. 

           "Okay..." Ashley said sadly. "But just please not three months."

          Blane released a breath as he seemed to think about it. "I love you, Ash. So I'll agree on one month."

          "You called me Ash," he said. "Smart man. You knew I wouldn't argue much if you called me that."

          "I 
am
 a smart man," Blane said proudly while he tried not to stare too much. "I love you Ashley."

          "As do I, I love you," replied Ashley. "Are you tired?" 

          "Why?" Blane run the pad of his thumb continuously on Ashley's cheek. 

          "Well, now that I'm not marrying you tomorrow, I want to make love to you all night long," he replied.

          "Oh for that, I'm not tired," answered Blane. "Definitely not."

          He wondered for the millionth time how Ashley was so perfect for him. 

          "Then," Ashley took both his hands into his and looked into Blane's eyes. "Then I want to grow old with you."

END

Thank you 

for

 

completing

 the first book in the kimono 

series! Hope you liked it. 

If you read The Master, then you could probably guess what the next one is...

See you in it!

🍒🍒🍒

# Epilogue 2

A little over a month later...

     "I could cry right now, love," Ashley said as he kissed the other man's knuckles, right where there was a ring now, around his finger. 

     Blane sat on the edge of their bed while Ashley knelt on the ground between his thighs, running his hands along the length of his legs. He started from his thighs to his ankles. Looking into his eyes, Ashley slid off his left shoe, then massaged the foot before softly kissing it four times. Blane let out a heavy sigh while he watched his husband. It was five kisses for the right foot and Blane bit his lip as all the emotions overwhelmed him at once. 

     Ashley looked up at him and smiled, with the way his eyes looked, he was holding back tears, and Blane's best guess was that they were  those of joy. 

     "Ash," said Blane as his hand cupped Ashley's chin. "Baby..." he said before stroking with his thumb. He was really trying not to be too emotional about the whole situation but Ashley was making it hard. 

     "What?" The prince asked. "You don't know how much I love you Blane."

     "I keep telling you, I know."

     "Do you really? Because it scares even me."

     "Yes, I do. Come," Blane urged him up to where he was, wrapping his body around him while he took them both down against the mattress. He was on his back with Ashley on top of him secured by his arm. Blane tenderly pushed back the man's hair with his free hand and stared into his eyes.

     "I wanted to worship you a little more but now I just want to kiss you," said Ashley. He leaned in as Blane chuckled, then whispered, "I love you."

     "I love you," Ashley replied desperately. Then he kissed him. 

     This kiss was so slow and tender, that it melted Blane's heart. It always impressed him that Ashley was capable of extreme softness, and exactly the opposite of that.

     "When we kissed at the altar...the way you kissed me," Blane said while tracing his own lips with his finger. "I'll never be able to forget it. You've never kissed me like that." 

     "I think it's because I couldn't believe the moment was finally here," he said and threaded their fingers. The day before, I'll admit, I was sick with worry about the next day. I kept thinking the worst. What if tomorrow didn't come and we didn't get married. What if you disappeared into thin air? What if the world ended right before the day of our wedding and I never got the chance to call you my husband, and show you exactly how much I love you?" Ashley said with a frown, thinking about the endless what ifs. "So at the altar, everything else was shut out. It was only me, and you saying your vows. I'd never felt so honored in my life. So that might explain the kiss."

     Blane seized and kissed the palm of his hand. He scoffed. "You thought the world would end?"

     "Don't laugh," said Ashley. "It was a serious concern."

     "Oh honey," said Blane. "In that case, we should do away with that doubt...in more grounding ways." He stole a quick kiss before Ashley could reply. "We'll save the lovey-dovey for when we wake up. Right now, I want to wreck my husband."

     "Finally," said Ashley. "Your husband would like that too."

     "Oh? Were you looking forward to it?"

     "Yes. More than looking forward to it. I even prepared. I want your cock."

     "Jesus Ash, don't get me too worked up or you wont be able to walk tomorrow."

     "That's okay. We still have two weeks to ourselves, I wish it was more but it was hard to...I couldn't–"

     "Shh... it's okay. Two weeks is good enough for any honeymoon."

     "Is it?"

     "Yes, I promise," said Blane. "Now kiss me."

     Their lips fused and created something smouldering between them. They both moaned, unable to control themselves any longer and grabbing at their clothes, trying to find the annoying places where the fabrics held themselves together. 

     Blane slowed down after finding and loosening  Ashley's first button on his shirt. He opened the next one even slower and Ashley groaned into the kiss. The next one was even slower and Ashley pulled away completely from the kiss. "Just what is the torture for?"

     "Can't you tell? I want you really desperate," Blane said and pushed a strand of hair away from his face. "For my amusement of course."

     "You don't have to do anything, my love," said Ashley. "I'm already too desperate as it is."

     Ashley threw the rest of his shirt off and grabbed Blane's. "I love you," he said while quickly working through the buttons. 

     The lips on his own were the softest things he'd ever felt, gliding against his without stopping or breaking away while they got up. Ashley steadied Blane without stepping away from him or the sizzling passion between them. The love he had for this man was his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Because he'd give every part of  himself—every part of his soul, for him. He'd give the world without thinking twice about it. 

     Ashley's heart was beating from his throat while Blane steadily peeled all of the clothing from him, until he was stark naked, like the day he was born. His cock twitched momentarily while he fought to remove Blane's clothing. 

    Blane's erection looked angry while it stood straight, rising up with the obvious need for the man in his arms. The string of precum flowed furiously, pulling all of Ashley's focus to it. The prince ran a finger to trace his slit, coating the finger in the slippery fluid, making Blane shudder and curse under his breath. The flustered man closed a hand around Ashley's wrist to stop him from causing any further simulation. 

     Ashley chuckled and brought the finger up between their faces and then inserted the finger into his mouth. His eyes closed as he sucked on his finger and Blane watched hungrily, unable to tear his eyes away. He pulled Ashley close, waiting to replace that finger with his tongue immediately it slipped out. 

     When that chance came, Ashley moaned, trying to meld himself into the naked body squeezing into his, and the tongue staking claim of his mouth.

     Ashley made a strangled sound when Blane not-so-gently gripped his cock and balls in one hand and squeezed with just the right amount of pressure to drive him insane. Before he could recover, the was thrown onto the bed, onto his knees.

     Blane's arm circled Ashley as the other hand—with fingers coated in lube—prodded at his husband's entrance. With one finger inside, Ashley groaned and tried to relax, listening to Blane whisper 'I love yous' to his ear. The finger moved in and out, making the burn disappear, only to be replaced with pleasure that kept on building while it made Ashley restless with want. 

     A moan escaped his mouth before he started to move anxiously, trying to cause more friction between his tight channel and the finger inside it. 

     "Baby..." Blane said approvingly. 

     "This is very...different," said Ashley.

     Blane pulled his finger out and slapped the firm ass that was now on his lap. "Of course it is. Do you like it?" He asked and Ashley nodded, making him smile. "Turn around."

     Ashley turned so that his back was now on Blane's lap as the man looked down at him intently. Blane then ran a hand down his body; from his throat, to his chest, to his navel, lightly over his hard cock, then further down to push his thighs apart from each other. "Heavens..." said Blane. He leaned down and left a small kiss on Ashley's lips. He liked what he saw, to a degree that almost scared him.

      Blane's finger found its way back inside Ashley's tight heat and tried to control himself when he threw his head back, gripping his arms so tightly and calling every single protective instinct within Blane. This was his precious Ashley, his husband. His to love and his to protect—although Ashley would deny that he needed protection in any way. Blane bit back his smile. 

     "More," Ashley whispered. "I need more."

     Blane was more than willing to give it to him. He added another finger deep inside Ashley, so lost in him that he forgot his own member becoming impossibly hard. Ashley's grunts shot straight down his spine and caressed his cock at the same time. It was more than a little frustrating. 

     Of every single man he had ever fucked in his life—and he'd had his fair share of them—none of them came close to affecting him the way that Ashley did.

     Ashley whimpered. "No, no I don't mean...I want more...need you..." 

     "Fucking hell, Ash," Blane said frustratedly. "Are you sure?"

     "I'm sure," Ashley replied, then he smirked when Blane lowered him to the bed. Blane then groaned as Ashley's hands landed hotly on his ass. "Now."

     "Fine, fine...you bossy man."

     Blane spread Ashley's legs wide then got between them. He slowly guided his thick hard cock to where it was waiting to be engulfed. It was hard for Blane to describe the sensations that rocked through him when only the tip was inside. Ashley too, looked lost for words. 

     "Are you okay?" Blane asked and tried to buy himself time too.

     Ashley decided to throw his words from their first night back at him, finally understanding exactly how he felt at that time. "I'm not that delicate."

     "In my arms you are," Blane said almost immediately and leaned to kiss him. "Because I love you too much."

     "I trust you," Ashley echoed his words yet again. "So I'm more than okay."

     Blane pushed more of his length inside, causing both of them to moan and go still, with their breathing out of control. "So... tight," Blane gritted out. "It's making me heady. I can't..."

     "Fuck me hard, love," Ashley said, effortlessly shattering all of Blane's defenses and self control. 

     "Are you sure?" He asked, barely hanging on by a thread.

     "Yes," Ashley strained before crying out after Blane's first thrust. He was silenced with a kiss while the man on top of him pounded hard into him, muffling all of his cries at the same time. 

     Ashley should've known what he was asking for; Blane wasn't joking when he warned him that he might not be able to walk the next day. The strength with which he was being pounded into, would make sure of that. But with how good it felt, there was no guarantee that even when sore, he wouldn't want a second round the next morning.  

     "B-l-a-n-e!" Ashley yelled, each letter pronounced distinctly with every hard thrust from Blane. It almost felt like he was trying to reach deeper inside him with each one. Ashley knew his dick was bigger than Blane's. And even so, he knew that Blane was still really big. But inside him, he felt enormous. He could be exaggerating because it was his first time but he was sure he wasn't, he wouldn't be surprised to see a bulge on his stomach with every move it made inside him. "Fuck, love...you fuck me so good." 

     "I love you baby," Blane rasped out, tiny beads of perspiration lining his brow. "You're going to make...me come. Do you know just...how perfect your little hole is?"

     Somewhere between processing those words and trying to function and stay sane, Ashley came. Very generously spraying his seed all over them both. Most of it on his chest, a little on his arm, a little more on a few parts of his face. Blane looked at him dangerously and licked up the load that landed on his upper lip. 

     Ashley watched and moaned with how hot the entire situation looked. 

     "Can I—" Blane stopped mid-sentence at the same time that Ashley felt the warm liquid shoot inside him. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he let Blane finish, then kissed back fervently when he felt the lips brush his own heavily.

     Blane finished and slowly parted from his lips, his softening cock slipping out of Ashley slowly, causing his warm cum to dribble down Ashley's thighs.  

     The big man collapsed on top of him and Ashley welcomed that weight with his chest pounding hard and fast, placing desperate kisses along Blane's neck and shoulders as if afraid he might run away. 

     Blane was in an overwhelming state of ecstasy, and to feel Ashley's lips on his skin just easily stoked the fire. "I'm sorry," he said. "I meant to ask first before coming inside you." 

     Ashley licked his neck. "I dare you to apologise for that again."

     Blane kept quiet. He knew a threat when he heard one. And Ashley obviously wasn't the type for empty ones. He rolled off him, to stop crushing him. Even if Ashley made a disapproving sound at the action. 

     Love was blinding. Blinding with the force by which it slammed into you. By the way it worked its way into your system, until everything you knew became defined by it. Everything regarding Ashley was defined by his love for him, by how he filled his heart from the top to the bottom of it. 
Ashley
. He looked at him. 
Love
. It was the only word for it.

     Ashley, as if listening to his thoughts, slowly moved silently until his head was resting on Blane's chest. "I love you," he whispered, fatigue seeping out of his voice. 

     Normally, they would have been able to go at least two more rounds before their energy was gone, but they'd both had a long day. Ashley more so because running a kingdom, even on your wedding day, was bound to take its toll on you. And the way he worked hard just made Blane swell with pride.

     "I love you too," he replied.

     Blane understood that his prince was finally asleep when his grip finally loosened on him, but still gripped him a little. In an effort not to wake him up, Blane stretched his arm to pick up tissues from the nightstand and cleaned him the best he could. He wasn't leaving him for anything, at least not tonight. 

     He pulled him close and pulled up the covers up over them, then kissed his forehead twice before also resting back. 

     Blane did something strange. A laugh tore out of his lips unexpectedly and he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle it. He realised why he laughed soon after. It was simply because of how stupidly in love he was. How perfect everything he hoped for had turned out, how genuinely happy he was. All of it starting with the man sound asleep in his arms. 

     Just as he thought that, Ashley let out a loud snore and woke himself up. Startled, he asked, "Did I just snore?" 

     Blane chuckled. "No, you howled like a wolf. Now go back to sleep."

     Ashley looked confused—very cute—before tickling Blane's chest lightly. "I don't snore a lot, just sometimes, when I'm really tired," he said. 
What was he even worried about? 
"Come, let me hold you."

     "No," answered Blane. 
No way in hell, not tonight.

     Ashley shrugged, too sleepy to argue. He lay back down on Blane's chest and he was squeezed tightly into his arms. Just when Blane thought he had drifted back to sleep, he spoke. "I married you today," he said, dragging his voice like he was one slight step away from sleep.

     "You did," Blane answered softly.

     "You're my husband," he said again.

     "I am," replied Blane, feeling like there was a lump wedged in his throat.

     "That makes me very happy," said Ash.

     Blane laced their fingers together. "It makes me really happy too."

     "Hmm," Ashley said lastly.

     Then he snored.

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