Chapter 11 - Ash

When we walked into the office Tuesday afternoon, it was clean, and everything was in order. I'd hired a service to come in and overhaul the placeand it appeared as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. It was surreal to walk through the bedroom and change into myrobe. It felt as if the whole thing had been a dream.

I'd deliberately scheduled Casey as my first client this week and Jesse and I sat on the couch with tea as we waited for him. He entered without knocking as he always did. After all, this was a business, and he was expected. He looked nervous as he made his way over and settled in a wingback opposite us. I smiled kindly and handed him a cup of tea. His eyes never left my neck which currently wore various shades of black and purple.

"It's that bad huh?" I questioned.

"Are you really ok?" he asked gently. "We can reschedule."

"Honestly. I'm just fine. I'm happy to be here and see you today."

"It's a bit strange now, knowing you two are a couple, to have tea with you and then take you into the bedroom with Jesse out here." Casey cringed a little as he spoke.

I had been afraid of that. "We've been together for more than a year now. Jess knows very well what goes on. He's the one who changes the sheets after all."

Although I reassured Casey that Jesse was ok knowing the intimate details of my time with others, for the thousandth time since the incident I wondered if that was actuallystill true. Had we made it this far only for me to lose him now? Would this finally be the tipping point? Would seeing me naked and under another man finally make him understand that I wasn't good enough for him?

Casey chuckled. "That"sa bit of a relief. I really didn't want to have to give you up."

I set down my mug. "Shall we then?" I gestured to the door.

He nodded and took one more drink as we all stood. Jesse held out his hand with a gentle smile and Casey handed him his cup.

Casey stood, staring at the bed, as I shut the doors. Jesse had done the same thing when we'd first arrived. It was strange to me that they were both having a harder time being back here than I was. I suppose I hadn't had to walk in on one of them in that situation though. I dropped my robe and stepped behind him, pressing tightly against his back.

"The bed is a more interesting sight than I am?"

He turned to face me, looking me up and down deliberately. "Definitely not."

I grinned and whispered against his lips. "Good."

I wasted no time removing his clothes and leading him to the bed. He wanted the same thing he always did, and he crawled onto all fours without hesitation. I took my time, trailing my lips along the small of his back and the top of his ass, knowing how much he loved it.

As I'd never been one for rough sex, I'd never given him exactly what he wanted from me. I always took a bit more time than he wanted, careful not to hurt him even though I knew he wanted to be taken quick and hard. I felt more comfortable with him todaythan I had in the past.

Our relationship had shifted, and he was more than my client now. He was my friend. I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted, and Itrusted he'd say something if it turned out he'd been wrong about his desires all this time.

I slipped on a condom and worked some lube into his tight opening without slipping a finger into him as my lips played against his back. As I knelt behind him and rubbed my swollen head lightly along his crack he moaned and spread his legs further, pressing his ass back toward me and letting his face fall into the pillows. I lined up and held his hips tightly in place as I pressed gently; just enough to part his opening, but not enough to penetrate him. He whimpered and tried to press back, but I wouldn"t allow it. Letting my fingers dig into his skin, I leaned forward once more and pressed my lips to the skin just above his ass before kneeling upright.

In one fast, hard move I pulled his hips back toward mine as I thrust forward, burying myself in his body in an instant. His cry into the pillow was shockingly loud, and his body tensed and trembled; his fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. I ignored his cry, and as quickly I as had thrust into him, I pulled out only to thrust again, pulling his hips to mine. Again. Again.

His knees threatened to give out, and his cries were never-ending. His body shuddered in pleasure and his fingers opened and closed, grasping desperately at anything in their reach.

After a few hard thrusts I settled deep inside of him, leaningin to trail my tongue along his spine. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I took his cock gently in my palm and stroked him slowly. Allowing his body to find its way back from the overwhelming barrage of sensations he had just experienced.

Slowly his trembling diminished, and he moved to kneel upright. He curledan arm back behind my head and turned his neck so thatmouth could findmine for a brief movement. He'd never done that before.

As he fell back to his forearms in front of me, he nodded, and I took hold of his hips once more. I pulled completely from him and thrust back in a bit gentler than before until I found a smooth motion of long deep strokes;allowing his pleasure to steadily build. His fingers began to clutch at the sheets again, and his moans grew louder. With one final cry he shuddered his release against the sheets, and I allowed myself to join him as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rhythmic tightening of his ass around my slick, hard cock.

As I withdrew and threw out the condom he flipped to his back and opened one arm to the side to allow me a place to lay against his chest. We lay there as we had so many times before; the same, but somehow different.

"Thank you." He said, still panting. "Youtypically hold back a bit. I've always known that, and I understood why. In truth, I don"t think I would have been ready for that years ago when I first asked, but today it was perfect."

I grinned against his chest. "I'm glad. What are friends for?"

He tightened his arm for a moment around me in a hug. "I'm glad you feel the same way. In theory, it seems a bit weird to be friends with your consort, but it just sort of feels like where we"re at."

"Completely agreed."

We'd run close to our hour this week, and we cleaned up quickly. Kim and Jesse sat in the wingbacks chatting together as we emerged, and I couldn't help but laugh at the scene. "Well, aren't we just a weird little group these days?" Everyone laughed with me, and after a round of hugs, they rescheduled and left.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened that day, or the next, and Jesse and Islowly fell back into our normal routine.