Dust of Snow (20 page)

“Good. And likewise.”

“I should really head home,” I said, but my
heart wasn’t in it. And neither was my brain, since my heart was
busily pumping all superfluous blood south. “I have to feed Curly
and spend some time with him or he’ll try and eat the tinsel again
in retaliation.”

“Right this minute?” he asked. The kiss had
clearly set him off as much as it had me. His hands drifted over my
shoulders and down my spine, until he had two handfuls of my ass
and hiked me closer. I could feel his growing erection pushing
against my thigh.

Pretending to think about it, I kissed his
jaw and nibbled his earlobe—which made him tighten his grip almost
painfully on my butt—and then flicked it with my tongue. “Maybe I
could be persuaded,” I murmured. In a bold move I shoved my hand
down the back of his pants and tapped just beneath his tailbone
with my middle finger so he couldn’t mistake my meaning.

“One of these days,” I whispered, feeling
daring and high on the newness of this, the nearness of him, and
the heat in his eyes, “I am going to strip you bare slowly, and
fuck you while I still have all my clothes on.”

Ash’s eyes rolled back and he made a soft,
helpless sound. I could feel how he shuddered. It seemed he really
liked the idea of that. When he took a deep breath and regained
some control, he opened his eyes.

“Am I allowed to repay in kind?”

“Are you asking me if I switch?” I laughed,
and the dimples appeared on his pink cheeks. “Yeah. I like both.”
Not that David had given me much chance to find out, but there had
been one guy before him. “You?”

“Same.”

We stood there looking at each other,
blushing like schoolboys, and began to laugh. “Okay, well, now that
that’s out of the way—”

Ashley blurted, “Condoms. In the bathroom,
upstairs. I’ll—”

“Stay where you are.”

Sprinting up the stairs, I was riffling
through his bathroom drawers in no time, and I found a box of
condoms and some unscented lube. Grabbing two condoms and the
bottle, I headed down again. When I reached the kitchen, Ashley
still stood exactly where I’d left him against the kitchen table.
He was staring at the floor, one arm crossed over his stomach, and
he kept pushing the nail of his thumb into his bottom lip. I
faltered. He looked at me, and he didn’t exactly smile, but his
face seemed to lift. He opened his arms and I walked right into
them, stepping between his legs.

“Do you really want—” I began, but he cut me
off.

“I do. I want you, but it’s been a long time
since I’ve…”

Warmth burst in my chest like an exploding
water balloon. I hugged him and pressed a kiss to his hair. “I’ll
be careful.”

He nodded against my clavicle. “I know.”

“Would you rather go upstairs?”

“No. I want it here.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done
this in broad daylight without the protection of bedcovers. In
fact, I couldn’t really remember the last time I’d done this,
period. Guys usually wanted one thing when they looked at me.

Setting the condoms and lube to the side, I
hooked my fingers under Ashley’s sweater. He obligingly lifted his
arms, and I took off his T-shirt too in one move. I
unapologetically admired him. He wasn’t defined to the extreme, but
there was a hint of fitness, a faint muscular outline of his
stomach and pecs like he might run a couple of miles every now and
again. He flicked open the button on his jeans: my sign to proceed.
I knelt between his legs and rubbed my hands over his cool feet and
then reached up. The zip on his jeans felt stiff, and I watched him
to see what he might be thinking.

With his face pretty unreadable, Ash breathed
slightly faster through his mouth, and his white-knuckled hands
clutched the table. I pulled down his zipper, and a small sound
escaped his mouth. I brushed his erection through his briefs with
the back of my hand. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but I could tell it
wouldn’t take much now. Carefully I eased the jeans down, taking my
time, running my hands over the backs of his slender, firm legs.
His hamstrings felt so taut I probably wasn’t far off with my
running guess. I stood and hung his jeans over a chair.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” I ran my hands
over his butt, the fabric of his white briefs soft against my
palms.

“I gathered,” Ashley said, and he kissed me.
He put a hand to the back of my head and kissed me harder, holding
me tight, making me taste the coffee he’d had. He dropped his hand
to the table again and let his head fall back, baring his throat. I
kissed it, digging my fingers into his ass, and Ashley made another
one of those lovely noises. He began to turn but I stopped him.

“I want to see your face.” I tugged his
briefs down. They whispered to the ground, and Ashley stepped out
of them. He had a faint scattering of dark hair on his chest that
grew into a line toward the middle, covered his bellybutton, and
thickened into a dark bush from which his hard cock sprung proudly.
He had a nice cock—not overly huge but a lovely length, a good
girth, something I could learn to deep throat if given enough
opportunities, and something I’d certainly feel if he fucked me
with it.

“Like what you see?” he asked, and I snapped
my eyes up. His voice had been amused, but I could see this
affected him as much as it was affecting me.

“I think…” I took a second to touch his cock
very lightly, to run my fingers over the length of it and the cut
ridge. I rubbed my thumb over his slit. I smiled when his cock
jerked under my hand. “I think I’d like it even better if you were
lying on your back.” A shudder went through Ashley, and I moved the
coffees to the kitchen island behind me. Grabbing the cushions off
the kitchen chairs, I lay them on the table, one for his hips and
one for his shoulders. “Go on.”

He flushed red from his nipples to his ears,
and I knew part of that was self-consciousness, but judging by the
little pearl of moisture appearing at the tip of his cock, it was
mostly arousal. He shuffled onto the table, lying back as I stepped
between his legs. If he could do this, I could push myself past my
own inhibitions and talk.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured, running my
palms over his thighs as he eased himself up on his elbows. The
hairs on his legs tickled my palms.

“You still have all your clothes on,” he
said, and I grinned at him.

“I know.”

“Jesus, Greg.” Ashley leaned all the way back
and closed his eyes. “You’re killing me here. Do something before I
explode, please.”

“All right.” I shrugged out of Ashley’s
sweater since the past five minutes already had my blood pounding
and I didn’t want to sweat on cashmere, but apart from that I did
nothing but unbutton and unzip the jeans and ease my cock out.

Quickly gloving up, I reached for the lube,
my hands trembling only a little. Ashley had an arm slung over his
face, and I spared a quick glance around. All the windows had mesh
curtains, and no lights were on, so even if someone could see
across Ash’s backyard, I figured we’d be good. And if not… well, if
whoever was watching didn’t like what they were seeing, they could
look away.

“All right?” I asked. Ashley nodded tightly.
I pressed a lubed finger to his hole and he jumped.

“Sorry,” he immediately said. “God, I’m
sorry. It’s just—”

“Shh, you’re fine. Here…” I set his feet on a
chair each. “Relax.” I kissed the inside of his knee where the skin
was white and hairless. He smelled faintly of fabric softener, and
the deeper, earthier scent of just him. He let out a shaky breath,
and when I touched him again, he didn’t flinch away. “Tell me if
you want me to stop, and I will, all right?”

Eyes still closed, he nodded. I pushed, he
resisted, and I massaged the tight muscle with the pad of my thumb.
Ashley made a startled noise, and I pushed again. This time he
surrendered, and my thumb dipped into delicious, tight heat. I
pulled out, and I pressed in with my middle finger instead.

“Oh Ash,” I murmured, nearly without meaning
to. “So sweet. Like honey.”

“Gregory,” Ashley moaned brokenly. His hand
clamped around my arm, and for a second I thought he’d make me
stop, but he yanked me closer, curling his abs to meet me halfway.
He bit at my mouth, and then licked inside, hooking an arm around
my neck to growl in my ear, “Please, don’t make me wait.”

He uncurled back against the cushions,
spreading his arms so he could cling to the edges of the table. I
pressed around with my finger until I found the little spongy nub,
and Ashley’s reaction didn’t disappoint. A bit of precome spurted
from his cock onto his belly, and he jerked so hard he kicked one
of the chairs away. I nearly laughed but held it back, though I had
the feeling we’d get to the point when we could laugh during sex
some day. Some day soon.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” he ground out.

I lifted his feet, first one and then the
other, and rested his heels against my shoulders. Then I squirted a
generous amount of lube onto my palm and warmed it on my cock. I
pushed the jeans down farther so I wouldn’t hurt him with my
zipper, held him steady with one hand on his hip, and guided myself
into place with the other.

Ashley breathed deeply and carefully, and I
watched him the entire time. His face twisted in pain once, and
then the fattest part of my cock breached his body.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, winded. I pulled
back a little, only to feel him grasp me and keep me in place.
“Jesus, Ash.”

“I know.” His eyes squeezed more tightly
shut, and he let go of the table with one hand to grab my wrist. I
dug my fingers into his hip a little harder when he arched against
me, making me inch a little deeper. I rocked a little, stretching
him.

“Am I hurting you?”

“I’m gonna hurt
you
if you don’t
fucking
move
.”

I did laugh then. “Okay.” I pushed in a
little farther, let go of my cock, and ran a hand down his chest.
“So gorgeous,” I murmured again, and I could feel him relax into
this a little more. Ashley opened his mouth to speak, and I
pushed.

His eyes flew open and he gasped. Then
groaned. I stayed where I was as he squirmed to get used to the
feeling. He seemed to struggle a little, and worry began to set in.
Should I have prepared him more? Had I moved too fast? Was he
hurting?

“Ash—”

“Come here,” he whispered, reaching for me as
he hooked his legs around my waist. I leaned forward and let him
draw me in for a kiss. “Stop worrying,” he whispered against my
temple. He tightened his legs around me, and it felt so good I gave
a little thrust.

“Ahh yeah.” Ashley’s head fell back on the
table with a thud. “Again.” I pushed in again, my balls gently
slapping his ass. Something gave, and I sank as deep into his body
as I could go. “There we go,” he whispered. His eyes opened and he
gripped my hair. I stared into dark pools of want. “Now fuck me
hard.”

I straightened, set his feet against my
shoulders again and gripped his thighs. Then I fucked him as well
as I knew how.

Ashley responded beautifully. Every time I
grazed his prostate he cried out, back arching off the table as he
scrambled for something to hold. His cock squirted clear liquid,
and I wondered if I could learn to make him come without even
touching his cock, just from this. I wanted to. I wanted to learn
him so well I’d know everything about his body.

I held a steady pace, and watched. Ashley
tried to meet my gaze, but his eyes kept rolling back. A few times
he reached for me, to touch my arm, to grip my wrist, but every
time he fell back. I thought maybe he felt like he should
participate more in some way, and it made something prideful unfurl
in my stomach, that he was so helpless to this he could do nothing
but give himself over. He began to moan, no longer opening his
eyes, his head rolling from side to side. I could see his toes
curl, and by now a steady stream of precome dripped from his cock,
covering his belly. I ran my hand through it and pushed forward so
his knees hooked over my shoulders, setting a harder pace with
shorter strokes.

“Oh God,” Ashley cried out, breathing hard.
Then weakly, “Oh fuck, oh
fuck
, Greg.”

We’d both started to sweat by now; his chest
gleamed with it, and my hands kept slipping on his hips. I began to
feel the urgency, the desperation, the point of no return. I
figured Ashley was already there from the way he kept pushing
against me, his heels digging into my back. I shoved with my
shoulders and Ashley slid farther up the table. He lifted his head
and looked at me. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks flushed
and wet. I climbed onto the thick glass with him, trapped his dick
between our stomachs, and set in for the home run.

The table rocked underneath us but I didn’t
care. Ashley’s head fell back, like he no longer had the strength
to hold it up. I kissed his chest, his nipples, his throat—and he
wrapped his legs tightly around my waist. The words and noises
falling from his mouth made no sense anymore, but by then I didn’t
know what I was saying myself. I picked up the pace, a brutal
setting I wouldn’t be able to keep up for long, but I didn’t think
I’d need to.

Ashley cried out and went completely still,
his back arching, legs trembling, endless seconds of him tightening
and tightening even more around me. Then a loud gush of air left
his lungs as he spasmed and began to come. He lifted up and clung
to me, arms tight around my neck, his mouth pressed open against my
temple as I fucked him through it. When he went limp, I pulled out
very carefully.

“You can keep going,” Ashley said weakly, but
if he were anything like me, he’d be too sensitive for that now.
Instead I got rid of the condom, bent over him on my knees and one
hand, and closed my eyes. I jerked and groaned when his hand joined
mine, and at the last second my eyes opened. I watched him watch me
as I came all over him. When my vision cleared, he pulled me down
for a kiss, and our come mixed between us as we caught our
breath.