CHAPTER 18

Micah

The call from Bash had put me in such a good mood that I was restless all through the night from excitement. It was meant to be a whole day spent alone, just the two of us hanging out, and there was nothing I found sexier than Bash in the kitchen.

It was one of the things he had enjoyed doing with his mom when she was having a few good days, and he had become quite the chef over the years. He would always cook for me on special occasions after we became friends, and he even taught me a couple things when I had asked for some lessons. Of course, I only asked to have an excuse to get closer to him and get an unobstructed view of him at work, but it also paid off. I had become a master of pasta and tacos, and they were my go-to whenever I was forced to cook.

I was glad Bash had suggested his place since Rhys had stayed in town as well, but he seemed to be a little busier than usual. I didn"t know a ton about his life outside the apartment, so I assumed that he had some friends he was hanging out with. Either way, he was preoccupied for most of the week, but it was a nice change of pace to be at Bash"s apartment anyway.

When I arrived, he shouted from inside that the door was unlocked and I let myself in. I waltzed into the kitchen to a delightfully sexy sight. Bash was standing at the stove top, stirring something that smelled divine, in a tight black t-shirt and light gray sweatpants. The shirt wrapped his upper body in a sensual way that had his lean biceps popping out and affecting my pulse. The pants framed his ass and outlined the muscle there, and it made me drool with desire. Sweet Jesus, I"ve said it before, but I will say it again: that is a damn national treasure right there. I feel like saluting it.

Bash turned at the moment I was ogling his perfect peachy bottom, and his lips quirked up into his gorgeous smirk. My heart flip flopped in my chest, and I just knew I flushed bright pink. "Like what you see, M?" Bash taunted, those lily pad green eyes piercing straight through me.

"As a gay man, I consider myself a leading expert on perfect asses and I"m happy to report yours is…good," I said seriously, fighting to keep a straight face and defuse the tension that was starting to simmer.

Bash"s right eyebrow shot straight up and he gave me an incredulous look. "Um excuse me, just good? You were staring it down like it had you hypnotized! What would you have done if my ass was glorious?"

His question caused a myriad of images to rush through my head, the next one dirtier than the last. I froze and blinked at him, not willing to say any of the ideas that floated through my mind at what I would do to his ass if given half a chance. He must"ve seen how uncomfortable I was and cleared his throat. Turning back to the stove, he changed the subject.

"So I know it"s Thanksgiving and all, but I thought since I hadn"t cooked for you in a long ass time, I"d make your favorite instead," Bash said softly, but I could hear the fondness in his voice.

"You made me Fettuccine Alfredo?" I asked excitedly. The only person in the world who ever made it for me was Bash because his was the best. Therefore, I hadn"t had it in a couple of years and I was jonesing big time!

Bash just turned and flashed me a brilliant smile that nearly stopped my heart. Oh my God…he can be so perfect sometimes, and I am so fucking hopeless for him.

I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, unable to stop myself from making contact. I squeezed him tight, and felt one of his arms lay over mine before he laced our fingers together with his hand. I stopped breathing at that point. I couldn"t think or move or do anything but focus on the incredible heat and electricity flowing between us right now. I could hear Bash"s heartbeat pick up slightly through my cheek pressed against his back, and I wondered why I was having that effect on him.

He had held me thousands of times before, but lately his breath seemed to catch around me easier and sometimes when I"d hug him, his pulse would accelerate noticeably.

He"s feeling this too…I fucking know he is.

Not wanting to hamper our day with something that heavy, I detached myself from him and put a little space between us. "Is there anything I can help with?" I offered to keep my hands busy…and off of him.

"Um, yeah," Bash cleared his throat, sounding a little gruff. "Do you want to cut everything up for a salad?" He gestured toward the island where several vegetables and knives were out for use.

"No problem!" I got to work cutting the tomatoes, cucumbers, and preparing the lettuce while Bash finished up with our main course. "What about dessert?" I couldn"t resist asking. Bash knew I had a massive sweet tooth and considered it treason to not have pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving.

"Oh, yeah I forgot this year. Sorry," he said lightly, not turning to face me. Liar, liar, sexy ass on fire…

"Really? Is that the story you"re sticking with?" I asked, slowly and quietly drawing out his spraying hose from the kitchen sink. Careful not to alert him, I raised it and aimed for his head.

"It"s not a story, MM. I"m sorry, but honestly it"s way healthier for you anyway, so I think I did you a favor," he said, turning at the last word with a cocky smile, which promptly fell off his face when he saw I was armed. "M…don"t you fucking dare or you will not get a single bite of that pie!" he threatened, his eyes wide and panicked.

"AHA! So there is a dessert! I knew it!" I cheered victoriously. Unfortunately, my celebration was a tad overzealous and I accidentally squeezed the spray hose trigger, dousing Bash in water.

"Shit! It"s cold!" Bash yelled, trying to shield himself from the blast. I instantly dropped the sprayer, and held my hands up like I was being arrested or something.

"Oh fuck! BB, I"m so sorry! It was a total accident!" I told him genuinely, suddenly afraid I had pissed him off. Holy shit, please don"t tell me I ruined our day before it began…

Bash"s shoulders were heaving, but his face was in his shirt as he tried to wipe off the water. I braced myself for his ire, but he caught me by surprise when I heard his snort of laughter.

"You little shit…you are in such trouble!" Bash laughed, lunging for me quickly. I shrieked and darted around the island to evade his grasp, but he was faster. He grabbed me around the waist, spun me around and threw me over his shoulder.

"Bash! What the fuck! Put me down!" I panicked, upside down and clinging to his waist from behind. On the other hand, I am right next to this magnificent rear, so maybe just leave me here, thanks!

"No can do, MM. You need to be taught a lesson," Bash said confidently, swatting my ass lightly in jest. Oh Jesus, why is that a turn on? Don"t do that again…or maybe just a quick spank…nope, don"t need that! Ugh, I can"t think!

"Bash, seriously, the blood is rushing to my head. Put me down or I will murder you!"

Bash just laughed at me, carrying me into his bathroom and I tensed in his hold. I followed his train of thought as he threw open his shower door, turning on the nozzle. I let out another shriek and tried kicking to get out of his grasp, but he stepped us both inside under the icy cold spray.

"FUCK! Bash, you utter dick! STOP!" I screamed with laughter, my head directly under the showerhead as it soaked me through. Bash was laughing so hard that his shoulder was causing me to bounce in his arms until he finally lowered me to my feet.

"There now. I think that makes us even," he said triumphantly, his grin blinding in its beauty.

I sputtered around the water streaming down my face. "Uh, not so much, genius! You"re soaked, too!" I used my hands to flip my drenched hair out of my eyes, and my breath stuttered at the look on Bash"s face.

He was staring at me intensely, all traces of humor gone as his eyes roamed my body from my legs back up to my face. Every inch that his gaze skimmed lit me up inside, and I felt a buzzing in my head that left me dizzy. My heart was hammering so hard that I thought I heard it outside of my body. I vaguely became aware that Bash"s hands still held onto my hips. I saw his Adam"s apple bob in his throat, and his eyes darkened with lust. There was no mistaking that look, even on my worst day.

Bash was turned on. I took a chance and flicked my gaze down to his partially wet sweatpants, finding what I was looking for. Bash"s erection strained against the front of his pants, and it made my mouth flood with saliva that I swallowed down audibly.

"M…please don"t look at me like that…" Bash said roughly, but the tone of his voice didn"t match his command. I slowly lifted my eyes back to his, seeing an almost pained expression mixed in with the lust on his beautiful face.

"Why not?" I whispered, pleading to the gods to not take this moment away from us. Not again…let me have him…

Bash closed his eyes, looking so conflicted that I almost felt bad.

In a stroke of the worst fucking luck on the planet, the kitchen timer blared loudly through the apartment. Bash"s eyes popped open and he took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Uh, that"s the timer for the food. I need to go check that. Feel free to grab some of my clothes to change into, M," he said, not keeping eye contact more than a couple of seconds. He stepped out of the shower to grab a fluffy towel and handed it to me before grabbing one for himself. He left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Frustrated and turned on, I peeled out of my wet clothes and dried myself a little too roughly. I wrapped the towel around my waist, venturing into Bash"s room to find some dry clothes. I ended up grabbing one of his UT shirts and a pair of black lounge pants with a drawstring since he was bigger than I was. Well…at least this is one way to get into his pants.

I took a couple of minutes to clear my head and calm down, reminding myself that Bash didn"t deserve me throwing myself at him when he had made it more than clear that he didn"t feel for me that way. On the other hand, he had gotten hard…I saw it and I saw how affected he was by the tense moment. I was so beyond confused about what was happening between us that I decided to ignore it and focus on having the best Thanksgiving I could with him.

Lord, please give me the strength to not jump his bones and suck him dry…amen.

*****

Bash had done his best to make it appear as if nothing had happened between us by the time I walked out of his room. He didn"t make as much eye contact with me while he finished up with dinner and I set the small table in his dining area, but I didn"t push him. I could tell he was thrown by the shower incident, and I only wanted us to have a good night together without messy hormones and history ruining it for us.

By the time we sat down ten minutes later, things were settled between us and it started to be fun again. We talked for almost an hour about our classes, the upcoming Christmas break, funny things we had seen around campus, and even the stupid shit we used to get up to in high school. It was an effortless comfort, a feeling of home that I couldn"t shake from my heart. Bash felt like home.

The conversation flowed between us as we laughed and joked with each other up until I asked Bash the reason for his early return home.

"So what exactly happened back home, BB? You said things weren"t working out…was it your dad?

A flash of anger darkened Bash"s features, but it was gone so fast I thought I imagined it. "He was just…putting pressure on me about Ainsley. He"s hellbent on pushing us forward so fast and it just pissed me off," Bash groused, eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

"What…what did he pressure you about?" I gulped, scared of his answer. Why the hell did I bring this up? Why am I such a stupid glutton for punishment? I"ve gotta see a therapist about these self-destructive tendencies, I swear…

"He just…" Bash trailed off, his eyes firmly on his plate.

"What, Bash?"

Bash looked up, anger and regret etched onto his face. "He told me he expects us to be engaged by the summer, if not by Christmas. He even…made some threats to ensure it happens."

Motherfucking shitballs…Yep. Shouldn"t have asked.

"Bash…what the…are you shitting me right now?" I felt the panic and disgust rising in me, thinking there was no way that could be true. Bash had to have been exaggerating…right?

"No, M…I"m not," Bash eyed me with a bone-deep sorrow that wrenched my insides into a knot that almost made me double over. "He was very clear and very serious. I"m supposed to propose to Ainsley by the end of the school year."

"NO!" I shouted, fury and distress making me shoot out of my chair involuntarily. "Bash, you…you can"t just let him force you into that! That"s absolute bullshit!"

"M, don"t you think I know that? I don"t have a choice! You don"t get what he threatened, what he will do if I don"t go through with it!" Bash looked anguished and agitated, running his hands through his hair and pulling.

"Who cares what he says he"ll do? You can"t give in to this!" I raved, starting to pace around as the adrenaline pumped through me.

"M, I don"t have a choice!" Bash pleaded with me to understand, but how could I? It was fucking ridiculous!

"You always have a choice, Bash! Forget what he threatened you with—"

"I can"t!"

"Why the hell not?"

"Because he threatened YOU!" Bash roared and shot out of his seat, my frantic arguing finally pushing him over the edge.

My brain sputtered and glitched, trying to make sense of what he had just said. My mouth gaped open as I fought to understand.

"How…how did he threaten me?" I asked in a small voice.

Bash tugged at his hair some more and faced away from me, taking a couple of deep breaths before turning back to answer. "He said that he would call the dean of your department and cause problems for you…he also warned that he would stop paying for my degree if I didn"t get on board with the plan."

"Bash…you can"t let him win. This is fucking insane! Forget about what he said he"d do. I can take care of myself, but you can"t marry her! At first, I thought you loved her. I thought you wanted to be with her, but clearly you were pushed into it, so why are you just giving in?"

"It"s not that simple, M," Bash growled, his hands planted on his hips as he grimaced at me.

"Then make it simple! This shit is so…" I paused, a realization hitting me in the face. "Wait…why did he threaten me, Bash? Why me specifically?"

Bash"s face fell and he looked away, shaking his head.

"Bash, why me? You already said he threatened to cut off the money, so why bring me into it? Why does he think that would force you into doing something so batshit crazy?" I walked over slowly to him, determined to not let him out of this conversation until I had answers.

"I don"t know, M…" he started, still avoiding looking at me.

"No, don"t give me that shit, Bash. Why does he believe that you"ll go through with it just to protect me?" I grabbed his chin and forced his head toward me until our eyes locked.

Bash let out a deep breath, his bright green gaze a storm of emotions. "Because he knows I"ll do whatever it takes to protect you…that I"d do anything for you."

I was so floored by his words that I couldn"t hold back any longer. I leaned in to capture his lips with mine, but Bash pulled back at the last second.

"M, don"t…please," he said, putting some space between us. That was all it took to break my resolve.

I said nothing as I spun on my heel, going to grab my jacket and leave, officially done with the conversation. However, I didn"t get far before Bash made a grab for my arm and yanked me to a stop.

"M, wait! Don"t go!" he begged, but I was in no mood to listen.

"No, I"m done. I can"t do this tonight. You keep pulling away from me, but I know you feel it. Something has changed with us and I feel like I"m going fucking crazy!" I snapped, tugging my arm free and looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"You"re not crazy…"

"Then tell me you feel it. Tell me you feel this between us!" I felt near manic, wanting so desperately to draw out what he was truly feeling, but repeatedly hitting the wall he had erected around himself.

"I"m just feeling messed up in the head, that"s all…" he sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face.

"God, stop fucking lying, Bash! You know how you feel, you just don"t want to admit it!"

"There"s nothing to admit, M," Bash grunted, looking more pained than frustrated now.

"Why won"t you give in for me? You are willing to roll over for your dad and choose fucking Ainsley, but you won"t give in for me—"

"M, that"s not what—" he tried to interject, but I kept going, desperation and anxiety fueling my words.

"I mean, why am I never enough?? Jesus Bash, I only ever wanted you to want me back!"

"I DO fucking want you!" Bash exclaimed, his words halting me in my tracks and stopping my heart. "I want you like an itch so deep in my bones it can never be scratched. But I can"t choose you!"

His voice was racked with agony and defeat, a sheen of tears covering his eyes that almost brought me to my knees. I couldn"t believe what I was hearing. It had to be a trick, but I couldn"t stop the flicker of hope that reignited within me, sparking to life after everything I had done to extinguish it.

"Why?…What is so wrong with choosing me?" I wondered aloud, tears threatening to choke my voice. "I don"t understand…if you want me, then why won"t you choose me?"

Bash"s face displayed every bit of the struggle that was raging inside him. There was something he was holding back from me, and I needed him to help me understand. I couldn"t walk away from this, not now.

"You don"t get it," he started softly, his voice thick with tears, "if I did that, it"d be the most selfish thing I could do. I don"t have the luxury of being selfish…" he trailed off as the first of my tears started to fall, and he reached out to cup my face. His thumbs soothingly wiped away my tears, and he gave me a sad smile. "But God, if I could? I"d choose you, Micah. In a hundred lifetimes, a thousand different realities, I would always choose you."

The thin cord holding me back from him snapped at his last word and I pressed up slowly to connect my lips with his. Our lips gently brushed together, little sparks firing off at the contact and I let out a soft moan. Too soon, Bash pulled away slowly but held my gaze, breathing fast as though the sweet kiss had stolen the air from his lungs. "Micah…" My name falling from his lips was the sweetest aphrodisiac.

"You want me? Then choose me…just for tonight." I whispered, my eyes pleading for him not to walk away again.

"Micah…that"s not fair to you," Bash breathed out, but he kept shifting his gaze between my eyes and my mouth, conflicted to the core.

"I don"t care right now…I want you, Bash. You can"t take this away from me again, please…I"m begging you to choose me," I cried softly, my hands digging into his hips, afraid to loosen my grip. When I could see how close he was to losing the fight in his head, I reached up to touch my lips to his again, just a whisper of my skin on his. He shuddered from the touch, and I knew I almost had him.

"Please, Bash…choose me. Take me. Love me."

He let out a growl, and his lips reclaimed mine in a searing kiss. His lips were soft and firm against mine, his tongue making the journey across the seam of my mouth to find a way inside. I opened for him willingly, tasting his tongue as it gently flicked against my own.

Our bodies were crushed together as if we could fuse our very souls if we only got closer. My head swam from the lack of air, but I would have gladly given him every ounce of breath in my lungs for him to never stop kissing me. His hands trailed from my jaw to run through my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss more. He broke off the contact for a split second to gasp in some air. "God, Micah baby…what are you doing to me?" he whispered in a tortured voice, not allowing me to answer before taking control of my mouth again.

The sensations he was eliciting had my brain overflowing with images from the very first night we gave into this electric chemistry. Bash might not remember how passionately we came together, but I did. My body would never forget how it felt to unravel for him, how every touch was pure magic. It was incredible, but tonight I wanted more.

I itched to get closer, to immerse myself in every bit of his frantic desire. I wanted him imprinted on my flesh. I wanted him to infiltrate every cell in my body so I would never again be without him. I wanted all of him.

"Bash," I gasped out as his lips trailed down my jaw onto my throat, sucking at the junction between my neck and shoulders. I moaned at the sensation, hoping it would leave a mark. "Fuck, Bash…I need you…" I whimpered, clawing furiously at his clothes.

"Hold on, baby," he panted as he slid his hands down to the backs of my thighs to hoist me in the air. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and I dove back in for his lips.

He walked us toward his bedroom, never once breaking the contact between our lips, as greedy for it as I was. Bash kicked the door closed behind us, and carried me to the bed. He fell to the mattress on top of me, his hands roaming over the hard planes of my torso and stomach as he kissed me with unyielding force.

His hands gripped the bottom of my shirt and whipped it off over my head in one smooth move. He covered me again, his pillowy lips returning to my neck, but it wasn"t enough.

"Take it off…I want to feel you" I gasped, tugging at the shirt still clinging to his chest.

"Patience, gorgeous. If this is just for tonight, I want to take my time worshiping every delicious inch of you…" Bash lowered his head to gently kiss across my collarbone, his hands kneading the skin at my waist. He continued his teasing caresses as he traveled lower to suck my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it and making me fall apart. I speared my hands in his hair, arching into his sinful mouth. He sucked and licked some more, pulling out my moans and gasps, and then quickly moved to the other, the wet heat making it harden too. I couldn"t take it anymore. I needed to feel him.

"Bash, baby…please let me feel you…" I whined, pulling at his hair gently. He lifted his head and the sexy smirk that he gave me had my heart thumping painfully in my chest.

"What do you need, beautiful? Tell me…" he asked, the look on his face scorching me alive.

"I need to feel your skin on mine," I begged, way past the point of embarrassment.

Bash"s smirk lifted into a slow smile as he reached behind him and pulled the shirt over his head. He lowered himself on top of me again, and we both groaned at the contact. A tremor ran through me at the feeling of his skin on mine, and he chuckled. "Shit baby, you feel so good underneath me…do you want more?" Bash taunted, that wicked smirk back in place.

"God, yes…give me more," I moaned. Bash started kissing down my chest again, making his way down to the waistband of the pants I was wearing. His pants.

"Fuck Micah, I love seeing you in my clothes…I never want you wearing anything else," Bash groaned, licking and nipping at the skin just above the drawstring.

I recaptured his hair, tugging on it to urge him on. He let out a breathy laugh, finally pulling the tie loose and hooking his fingers over the top. He looked up at my face, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled the pants down to my calves. He then looked back down and swore softly, "Oh hell baby…were you naked under my pants all through dinner?"

Even though I knew it was obvious, I nodded slowly, eyes still glued to his. He groaned and lowered his nose to my groin, inhaling deeply and causing my breath to hitch. "Jesus, that"s so fucking hot, Micah…" he said gruffly.

"Bash…more…" I implored him, becoming unstable with the need coursing through my veins. My dick was leaking, standing at attention and ready for him.

"Do you want my mouth, gorgeous?" his eyes sparked, lust pooling in the emeralds. I could only nod, words evading me as my pulse raced and my head spun.

Bash lowered his head to my cock, licking a slow stripe over the pulsing tip and digging his tongue into my slit. I convulsed beneath him, a harsh gasp escaping me from the exquisite feeling. "You taste incredible, baby…I want more," Bash moaned, taking the engorged head fully into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Fuck! Bash!" I cried, my back bowing off the bed. He was sloppy and inexperienced, but his enthusiasm was a fucking turn on. He continued his delicious assault, bobbing his head up and down on my length, taking me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing. I let out a shout at the deluge of sensation. I was unhinged, thrashing on the bed because it was all too much, yet nowhere near enough.

Bash popped off my cock, enclosing it in his fist and pumping me slowly, keeping me right on the edge. "Damn baby, you"re leaking like crazy…fuck, I love how you taste. If I had known this is what it"d be like, I would"ve tasted you years ago…"

His lewd words were fire licking my skin. "Shit…Bash, I need…"

"Do you need to come, baby?"

"Yes, so bad…" I keened, feeling so close to the edge that I was becoming feral.

Bash squeezed me a little harder, drawing out a groan from deep in my chest. "Then come for me, baby…shoot your load down my throat and let me swallow every drop of you," he whispered harshly before taking me down in one go and swallowing once again. My release slammed into me so hard that I nearly blacked out, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I lost touch with reality.

Bash swallowed it all, the glorious suction draining me of everything I had to give. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered that I was shouting out, but I couldn"t care as ecstasy rushed through my system.

When I became overly sensitive, Bash gave my limp cock one last lick and crawled back up my body, taking my lips in a bruising kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue had me groaning, the thought erotic and filthy enough to have my dick twitching slightly, despite coming just seconds ago. Bash broke the kiss, hovering over me.

"See? You taste amazing, baby." He kissed me again, before climbing off the bed. I panicked, thinking he was done with me for the night…done with us.

"No, don"t go!" I reached for him, my tone betraying my worry.

"Shhh, I"m not going anywhere, gorgeous. I"m nowhere near done with you yet," he grinned lasciviously. He opened the top drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube.

My eyes widened, nerves and excitement fighting for dominance. I didn"t know exactly what he was planning, but I trusted him. I would always trust Bash to take care of me.

He must"ve noticed the anxiety on my face, and he came back to the bed, laying partially on top of me. He kissed me deeply, one of his hands cupping my jaw tenderly. "Don"t worry, sweetheart. I promise you"ll love this…I"d never hurt you," he assured me, eyes shining with adoration. Fuck, he"s killing me with all these nicknames…

My burning curiosity got the better of me. "How do you know…you know, what to do? You"re straight," I asked him, finally feeling the embarrassment creep back in slowly.

He just grinned at me, not flustered in the slightest. "I might"ve done some research," he winked at me. My eyes grew in size and I had so many questions, but they all fled from my mind as Bash hooked a hand under one of my thighs and flipped me onto my stomach in one swift move.

"Shit!" I gasped, not expecting the sudden movement. But fuck, if that wasn"t totally hot…

"Jesus Christ baby, your ass is so fucking perfect," Bash groaned, palming my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I had never felt so exposed or vulnerable before, but when I heard Bash"s low, lustful moan as he stared straight up my center, I couldn"t find it in me to care. He wanted me, and that was all I needed.

"You still have clothes on…" I pouted, annoyed that I still hadn"t seen him tonight in his fully naked glory. He laughed softly, spanking me on my right cheek. I jerked from the touch, moaning at the fiery tingle that spread from that point of contact.

"Do you need my cock, baby? Are you greedy for me, is that it?" Bash growled seductively behind me, and his dirty words kick started my dick again.

"Shit yes, Bash…I need all of you. Take them off, please," begging him for the umpteenth time tonight for everything he had to give me. He stood up, the bed dipping as he moved. I twisted my head to watch him unveil that stunning body of his. His chest was sculpted beauty, but the real wonder laid below…

He tucked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, and slowly, teasingly pushed them down to the ground. When he saw my eyes narrow in annoyance, he smirked at me again and reached for the top of his boxer briefs. They came down just as slowly as his pants, but this time his hardened cock sprang free from the constraints and the tip glistened with precum.

I swallowed reflexively, dying for a taste of him again. The memory of it haunted me, and I wanted to know what it would be like to drink down everything he had to give me. As if he read my thoughts, Bash shook his head and snickered lightly. "Don"t even think about it…I have other plans for where my cum is going tonight."

The breath caught in my throat, and my heartbeat accelerated to dangerous levels at the promise in his eyes. Finally, he climbed back on the bed, kneeling behind me with his legs straddling my thighs. I heard the soft click of the lube lid, and I tensed up slightly. Of course, Bash noticed and ran a hand soothingly up and down my back.

"Relax, sweetheart…I promise not to do anything you"re not comfortable with, alright?" he said gently, his voice calm and loving. It was a balm for my anxiety, and I relaxed under his comforting strokes.

"I trust you, Bash," I reassured him, and he placed a gentle kiss to my shoulder blade.

"Don"t worry, baby…I"ve got you," he whispered as I felt a cold, wet finger trail down my crease. I gasped at the unexpected sensation, but Bash just pressed more kisses to my upper back as his finger continued down to my hole. He probed it gently, swirling his finger around the rim and making me come unglued for him.

"Micah baby, have you ever had anyone in here?" he asked, his voice soft and rough. I knew he was asking about my experience so he wouldn"t push me too far, too fast, but part of me wondered if he was jealous…like he had seemed the night he caught me with Kit.

"Never…only you. I only want you," I promised him, meaning every syllable.

Bash let out a soft growl. "Fucking perfect…you"re all mine," he groaned as he pushed the tip of his finger past the tight circle of muscle. I let out a small cry at the invasion, bliss filtering in around the light burn. He continued to thrust his finger in and out, pushing deeper each turn and my moans turned desperate.

"Oh fuck, Bash…shit, give me more…" I groaned, arching my ass up into his touch. He held me down with a gentle hand to my lower back, adding a second finger and plunging inside.

I was a man possessed. My hips were bucking against the mattress, my dick hardening again at the burning rapture of his fingers filling me.

"Jesus, you"re so fucking needy for it, baby…God, you"re so tight and hot inside…I can"t wait to feel you squeeze around me when you come." Bash"s words were stoking the fire within me, feeding it until it was an inferno that consumed me whole. I was a desperate mess, thrusting back on his two fingers and trying to get him as deep as possible.

"Bash…fuck…" I whined, my cock leaking so much precum that it was like a mini orgasm underneath me.

"I know what you need, beautiful…let me see…" he said, twisting his fingers inside me in a corkscrew fashion. All of a sudden, his fingers brushed against a spot deep within me, lighting me the fuck up. Lightning zapped through me, and I bucked wildly under him.

"SHIT! Oh God, Bash…what…" I choked out, the sensations overwhelming.

"There it is, baby…you like that?" Bash asked, slowly rubbing over that same spot on each pass, making me moan uncontrollably and claw at the bedding.

"Yes, oh fuck me, yes…that"s perfect…shit, right there…oh God, don"t stop…" I incoherently rambled, my body spasming as waves of pleasure rippled through me. I felt a second orgasm building, Bash working me over so perfectly I was close to hurdling over the edge into ecstasy.

"That"s right, beautiful, get there for me. Let me feel this hot ass tighten around my fingers as you drain every last drop of your cum for me," Bash said on a harsh grunt as he digits pistoned inside me relentlessly.

"Bash, it feels too good…holy shit, you"re gonna make me come, baby…" I mewled, my fingers digging into the mattress as I held on for dear life as pleasure had me shooting sky high.

Bash leaned down over my back, his hot breath on the back of my neck. "Come for me, Micah…I want you screaming my name for me, needy boy…fucking come."

On his command, I detonated. My dick shot off under me, spraying cum with an almost painful force as Bash"s name tore from my throat. Bash kept fingering me, nailing that magic spot over and over until I was screaming from a sensory overload of pleasure.

Before I had even come back down to earth, I felt Bash"s swollen shaft rutting against my ass, sliding perfectly in between my cheeks. Oh fucking hell, this is everything I needed and more…please don"t let it stop…

"Fuck me, Micah, you"re so perfect…God, what are you doing to me…" Bash panted harshly, thrusting against my ass and chasing his own orgasm.

I moaned from the filthy assault, never wanting it to end, and secretly wishing he would bury himself inside me instead. His arms caged me in, and he linked our fingers together next to my head, his forehead resting against the back of my head.

"Bash…come for me…I need it…"

"Shit baby, I"m gonna come all fucking over you…I want to mark you so you"ll always know you"re mine." Bash"s thrusts became more frantic, erratic as his pleasure started to crest.

"Bash…I love you…" I couldn"t stop the words from escaping, lost in a haze of lust and pleasure so intense that it had me drowning.

"Micah…fuck…gonna come, love…so fucking hard…" and it was game over. Bash let out a loud shout, groaning out his release as I felt hot spurts of cum shoot over my ass and lower back. He kept grinding against me, pumping his hips as he unleashed everything he had to give all over me, marking me as his.

The possessiveness of the gesture had my cock spurting out a few more drops, making me moan with the aftershocks of it. Bash dropped his weight fully on top of me, not caring about the mess smeared between us. His breath was coming in heavy pants, warm against my neck and it made me shiver.

"Jesus fuck…Micah baby, that was…"

"It was what?" I whispered, needing to know how he felt about everything we had just done.

"It was fucking perfect…you are perfect, gorgeous," Bash responded, kissing me sweetly on the side of my neck and burying his face there.

His weight was beginning to crush me, but I didn"t care one bit. I wanted him to stay plastered to me as long as humanly possible, unwilling to have even an inch of space from him.

"Bash?…" I started softly.

"Yeah, baby?" Bash panted lightly, still trying to catch his breath.

"Thank you for finally choosing me."