8. Storm

Chapter 8

Storm

F uck. I'm in trouble.

Ashby, my Sunshine, looks so fucking perfect spread out before me, his lips wet, speckles of dried wax dotting his skin. He'd screamed so pretty for me while I played, and how he came just from the sensation of hot wax hitting his nipple had me nearly exploding in my boxers like a teenager. The way he is staring at my cock now, his lips wet with spit, I know if I let him taste me, if he gets those swollen lips wrapped around me, I won't last more than a second.

"Not tonight, baby," I say, and the way his face scrunches into the most beautiful pout has me doubting my decision for a moment. "If I let you suck my cock, I'll come in two minutes, and I won't be able to fuck you. So, which will it be, Sunshine? Your mouth or your ass?"

His pupils blow and his mouth falls open, his breathing loud.

"But… I want both!" he finally argues as his brain seems to catch up.

"I know you do, my greedy little whore." I lean forward and brush the damp curls off of his forehead. "And you will get both. But not tonight. For now, we only have time for one. We're both tired and will have a busy day tomorrow, so you need your rest. We have all the time in the world to try everything we want."

Again, he pouts, his bottom lip jutting out, and I lunge at him, biting the pillowy flesh. He gasps, and I swallow the sound, sucking the blood from his lip before pulling back. Blood drips from the bite, and I use my thumb to smear it over his lips.

"What will it be, Sunshine?"

He huffs, and I know if his arms were free, he would cross them over his chest. "Fuck me," he mutters grumpily.

"I'm sorry, what was that? It seems like you might be more tired than I thought. Maybe we should just go to sleep and save the fun for tomorrow?"

"No!" His eyes widen as he turns his face back to me. "I said fuck me. Please Storm. I want to feel your fat cock stretching my hole. I want you to destroy me, own me and claim me so deeply no one will ever be able to deny I am yours."

"Fuck!" I bark, squeezing my dick hard so I don't come. "I might need to gag you, baby. Your filthy mouth is going to make me come." He nods, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Oh, I should have known you would love that."

I lean over the side of the bed and grab my boxers. Twisting them up tight, I hold them in front of his mouth. His lips fall open, and he takes the fabric between his teeth eagerly, groaning as it touches his tongue. With his mouth full, I pull his side table drawer open and grab the nearly empty bottle of lube.

"It looks like someone has been busy." I smirk, shaking the bottle. "How often do you play with your cock? Every day?" He nods. "More than once each day?" Again, he nods, his cheeks flushing. "Do you ever play with your little hole?" Another nod. "With your fingers?" He mumbles something behind the gag, and I start to pour the lube over his ass. "Do you have toys that you play with, baby? Are you stuffing your hole with toys picturing me here fucking you?"

His eyes roll back, and he moans as push two fingers inside him roughly.

"Such a naughty, dirty boy." I groan, pumping my fingers into him. I curl them, searching for his prostate, and when he shrieks, his spine bowing off the bed, I know I've found it. I massage the spot over and over until tears are spilling from the corner of his eyes.

I continue to stretch him, adding a third and then a fourth finger until he's begging, his thighs trembling with need and his cock leaking a steady stream of precome. When I slip my fingers free, he whines.

"Shhh baby, don't worry. I'll give you what you need." I slick my length and squirt the rest on his ass before tossing the empty bottle to the ground. Gripping myself, I line myself up with his prepped entrance. "I need you to breathe, Sunshine. If it gets to be too much, hold up two fingers, and I'll stop, okay?" He nods his head so fast I worry his neck will snap. "Push out while I push in, baby and try to relax."

I press against him, his entrance clenching for a moment before he relaxes, and I push past the tight ring of muscle. We both moan as I move inside him, inch after inch of my dick disappearing inside him. I can't move my eyes from where we are joined, mesmerized by the way his body is stretching around me.

"God, Sunshine," I gasp, my voice ragged. I grip his hips in a bruising hold and still once I'm fully inside him. "I don't think this is going to last too long. Your hole is too perfect, too fucking tight. You're sucking me in so good. You're so desperate for me."

He nods and grinds his hips, trying to get me to move. After another deep breath, I do. I ease back until I'm nearly all the way out before slamming back into him. His entire body jolts with the motion. His knuckles turn white as he grips the handcuff chain. I lose myself in the feel of his body around me and snap my hips back and forth. Pleasure builds, and I fall forward, tearing the fabric from his mouth. I take Ashby's lips in a punishing kiss, both of us moaning into each other's mouths. As my orgasm begins to crest, I wrap my fist around his leaking cock.

"Come with me, Sunshine. I want to feel you pulse around my cock as I fill you with my come."

With only two more pumps of my fist, Ashby groans, his body arching as he spurts into my hand. His ass flutters around me, squeezing me in a vice grip and ripping my orgasm from me. I shudder, my thrusts broken and shallow as I pump him full of come.

I collapse on top of him, my hands moving to release the cuffs. Once he's free, I roll to the side, pulling him with me.

"That was amazing," I rasp. "You did so well for me, Sunshine. It was everything I imagined and more."

Ashby's eyes are closed, a small smile playing across his swollen lips. He trails his fingers over my chest, warm breath puffing over my sweaty skin.

"I love you, Storm. I'm so fucking glad your back," he says, his breathing slowing. Just when I think he's fallen asleep, he speaks up again, his voice hoarse and thick. "Please don't leave me again. I won't survive it."

"I'm never leaving you again, Sunshine. I swear it."

He hums softly, and the sound of his soft snores fills the room within seconds. I slip from the bed and grab a wet cloth, cleaning us both off before slipping under the covers. I pull him against my body, holding him tighter than is comfortable, but he only snuggles closer, tangling his legs with mine and burying his face against my chest. Something inside me loosens as I hold him in my arms. A tightness I hadn't realized was there leaves me, and I let myself drift off to sleep.

I jolt awake, my hand reaching for my Sunshine. Instead of a warm, perfect body, my fingers brush against cold sheets. Leaping from the bed, I run from the room, my eyes darting over every inch of the apartment as I search for Ashby. The sound of laughter comes from the kitchen, and I race towards it.

"What the fuck?" I growl through bared teeth as I take in the sight before me. Ashby is dressed in loose sleep pants and no shirt, with a blue apron covering his chest. He holds a spatula, and I can smell the French toast he's cooking. What bothers me is Elio, sitting comfortably on one of the stools pulled up to the counter, a relaxed smile on his face. I want to leap across the counter and slice that smile off with a dull butter knife. My feet are moving before anyone can speak. Ashby jumps in front of me, blocking my path.

"Um, did you know you're naked?" he whispers, his cheeks bright red as he fights the urge to glance down. I smirk, pushing out my chest and throwing my shoulders back. "We have a guest, so you should go put some pants on at least." His face scrunches up, and his body stiffens as he peers over his shoulder at Elio. "Close your eyes or turn around," he snaps, and I see Elio fight back a smile even as he turns in his seat. "You shouldn't let people see you naked. You're mine… right?"

"Look at you, Sunshine, getting possessive." I chuckle, and his lips jut out in an adorable pout. "Of course, I'm fucking yours, and this cock is just for you, baby."

I buck my hips, letting my semi-hard length brush against his leg.

"Good." He brings his fingers to my chest, running them over the ridges of my muscles.

"Now, what the fuck were you thinking, leaving the bed without my permission?" I demand, gripping his throat in my hand. "And then I come out here to find you shirtless and giggling with another man?" His eyes go wide, a flash of panic darting through them, and I squeeze his neck tighter. "That's right, Sunshine, you were naughty, and I think you need to be punished." His pupils blow, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip.

"But…" He glances over his shoulder at Elio, who is still turned away from us, his phone held in his hand.

"No buts," I snap, swatting his ass hard enough to make him yelp. "He can listen while I punish you. Let him hear how pretty you scream for me."

Elio's shoulders shake with laughter, though he remains quiet. I bend and grab Ashby around the waist, tossing him over my shoulder. His hand snakes down my back, his fingers brushing over my ass tentatively. I leave the door open when I reach the room and toss Ashby onto the bed, his body bouncing once. Settling onto the couch near his bookshelves, I stare, waiting for him to look at me.

"Get naked and come lay yourself over my lap," I say, my voice low and husky.

Ashby flushes from the tips of his ears down his chest. I track his every move. The apron is removed first and tossed to the floor. Next, he peels off the sleep pants, and I nearly launch myself off the couch and fuck him right there on the floor when his bare cock slips free.

"Sunshine," I growl, my fingers clenching the couch cushions in a white-knuckled grip. "Were you out there without any underwear on? Your cock free and loose in your thin pajamas?"

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it almost nervously even as his dick starts to harden.

"Yes," he says quietly and a rumbling sound rips from my throat. His erection bobs, precome shinning on the tip.

"Fuck!" I shout. "Get that ass over here right now before I decide to punish you even more."

He moves fast, scrambling to me and throws his body over my lap. His cock brushes against mine. I groan as our skin slides together, pinning him when he starts to wiggle. With a hand on his neck, I force his head down into the couch cushions and smooth the other over his round ass cheeks.

"Please, Storm," he whines, voice muffled when I pull his cheeks apart.

"God, Sunshine, your hole is still wet." I swipe two fingers over his glistening pucker, humming happily when he clenches, and a small drip of my come slips free. "You did so good holding my come inside of you all night, but it looks like you need more."

I gather the escaped release and push it back inside him. Ashby moans, his hips arching back as he tries to get my fingers deeper. I pull back and smack his ass, loving the way his cheeks ripple beneath the blow. His pale flesh reddens in an instant, the perfect outline of my hand covering his ass. Ashby sucks in a startled breath, but I spank him again before he can speak. Over and over, I rain down spanks, switching between both cheeks and his upper thighs so he will be sure to feel me when he tries to sit later. After about twenty punishing blows, Ashby's face is covered in tears and snot, his breathing ragged.

I pause and massage the tender flesh in my palm. "Are you okay, Sunshine?" I coo, earning a broken whimper when I spread his cheeks roughly. "I didn't hear your safe word. You took your punishment so well. Such a good boy for me."

"I'm… I'm a good boy," he chokes out, his hips wiggling, and I feel his erection pressing harder into mine, his precome soaking us both. "Please, Storm. I'm a good boy. Please let me come!"

"Yeah, you are," I whisper, pushing two fingers into his mouth. He gags softly, then quickly sucks them deep, his tongue working over them so they are soaked with his spit. I pull free and circle his shining hole once before pushing three inside without warning. Ashby screams, clenching around me so tightly I can't move my fingers for a moment. "Fuck Sunshine, you're going to squeeze my fingers off with your tight little hole."

"Please, Storm," he begs. "Please! I can't take it. I'm so hard it hurts. Please fuck me."

"Okay baby, but I want you to sit up and ride my cock. Show me how badly you want it. Show me what a desperate little whore you are for my cock."

"Fuck," he whispers, his arms shaking as he pushes his body up and straddles my lap.

Leaning back, Ashby stares down at my erection with hungry eyes. Spit drips onto my cock, and Ashby uses his hand to spread it over me, adding more until I'm soaked. He lifts his hips, his thighs tremble with the effort, and I hold his waist, helping steady him. He reaches behind himself; his small hand grasps my cock. I expect him to lower himself slowly, but a shocked cry rips from me when he slams down, taking me in a single thrust. Without giving himself time to adjust, he starts bouncing up and down.

"God baby, I'm going to keep you stretched open and filled with come so you are always ready to take me. You'll be reading a book, cooking dinner, taking a shower, and I'll be there, ready to bend you over and take what's mine."

"Yes, yes, yes," he pants. "I want that. Need it. Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Sunshine. And I'll spend the rest of our lives apologizing for leaving," I promise him, holding him in a bruising grip. I move a hand to his throat, loving the feeling of his life being in my hands. One hard squeeze, and I could end him, cutting off his breathing and stopping the blood flow to his head. I squeeze tighter for a second, and Ashby moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. His cock jerks, a spurt of precome spilling from him, and I release my hold. Ashby gasps, sucking in a deep breath, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

"I… I can't…" he pants, his body stilling. "Help me, I can't."

"Okay, Sunshine." I stand from the couch, one arm under his ass to hold him close. He's so tiny it's easy to keep him up as I move for the bed. I crawl onto the mattress and rest my body on top of his, pressing him into the sheets. He moans, wrapping his arms and legs around me. His nails dig into my back, scratching down my spine. A sharp burn follows his fingers, and I know I'll have proof of his need for days.

"That's right, Sunshine, mark me up, let everyone know who I belong to." I thrust slowly, angling my hips so I hit his sweet spot with every motion.

"But… but no one ever sees your back," he rasps, struggling to get the words out.

"Then mark me where everyone will see," I say, turning my head to the side and baring my throat. He lunges forward, his teeth latching onto the muscle in my shoulder. He bites hard, sinking his teeth deep, and I groan loudly. My hips move faster and harder, slamming into him with so much force the bed slams against the wall. "That's right, Sunshine, take what's yours."

He releases his bite and starts nipping up my throat, sucking the thin skin into his mouth. I copy his actions, sucking and biting bruises into his flesh until he is covered in my marks. His neck and chest are both covered, but it isn't enough.

"I need to fill you up, breed you over and over," I growl against his chest, biting his nipple.

"Yes, need it," Ashby whines, arching his back. His hands move to my ass, and he pulls me harder against him, urging me to go harder.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight and hot around me. Your ass is milking my cock, desperate for me to breed you."

"Yesss," he hisses, and I wrap my hand around his cock.

"Come for me, Sunshine. Cover my hand," I demand, and he screams, spraying his release over my hand and his chest. "Clean up your mess."

I move my wet fingers to his mouth, slicking his own come over his swollen lips. His tongue darts out, licking over my fingers. I shove them inside his mouth, and he moans, sucking me clean.

"My turn," I rasp and gather the remaining come from his chest, licking it off my fingers as I pound into him. As I clean the last of his come away, I roar, slamming deep inside him as my orgasm explodes out of me.

"Fuck," Ashby cries out. "I can feel you filling me up."

I collapse on top of him, smothering him beneath my weight, but he doesn't complain. Instead, he sighs happily, and his eyes flutter closed.

"Tired," he whispers, his body going boneless as he falls asleep.