Chapter 12

12

Tank

I should have turned away the moment I saw that Beck wasn't in pain or having a nightmare. I shouldn't have stared at the way his hand was wrapped around his cock. I sure as fuck shouldn't have run my eyes over him and gotten so goddamn hard that I failed to think straight anymore.

Now, all I could do was step into the room when he asked me if I would come in. All I could do was walk up to that bed and run my eyes over him. Drink him in.

He was so damn beautiful. Why was he so fucking gorgeous? Even with his hair growing out, his darker roots showing—a stark contrast to his blonde hair—he was still stunning. And those tattoos told a story—a story I wanted to read. To map. To memorize. I wanted to know everything about him—from a skin-surface level all the way down to the very depths of his soul.

Gripping the back of my shirt, I tugged it over my head before letting it drop to the floor. Beck made a needy sound in the back of his throat, his eyes tracking over my body—from my neck, over my shoulders, down my biceps, across my chest. My abs tensed and rolled when his gaze caressed them, and fuck , the way he licked his lips when his eyes traced the V of my hips…

"Shirt off," I commanded, my voice rough.

Beck sat up and tugged his shirt over his head without a moment's hesitation, tossing it to the floor on top of mine. I licked my lips, drinking in his flat stomach and the colorful tattoos across his ribcage and on his stomach. He had a single, beautiful red, blue, and green rose on his right peck that I desperately wanted to trace with my tongue.

Reaching down, I unsnapped my jeans and eased down the zipper, watching the quick rise and fall of Beck's chest. His eyes were locked on my jeans, eagerly awaiting the reveal of my cock. I wasn't a small man by any means. My cock was thick and long—in perfect proportion to my tall, bulky frame. I was hoping it wouldn't freak him out, but if it did—if he decided to call this off—then I would respect that. I would leave the room and give him the space he needed and deserved to have.

Beck roughly swallowed as I pushed my jeans and briefs down to the floor to pool at my feet. My cock hung heavy and hard between my thighs, and I watched his fingers twitch before they curled into the blankets beside his thighs, his lips slightly parting.

His cock bobbed against his stomach, precum smearing across his skin. He was leaking so much now that I knew without a doubt he'd come within moments of me being inside of him. He was desperate for it, and God , I loved how needy he was for me and what I could do to his body. The pleasure I could bring him.

And fuck, I would give him so much.

Stepping out of the pile of my jeans and briefs, I placed my right knee between his slightly spread thighs, leaning over him. He tilted his head back, letting those pretty gray eyes meet mine. They were so open, so expressive, letting me read everything . His lust. His cravings. His nervousness.

Reaching up, I cupped his cheek, brushing my thumb along his bottom lip. His tongue came out to touch the pad of my thumb, and a deep rumble echoed from the depths of my chest. Fuck, he was such a tease.

"Do you trust me?" I asked him, my voice low. Soft. Tender.

Immediately, he nodded. "I do. Fully."

Fuck . Those words… I would never take them for granted. I knew it couldn't be easy for him to trust me after everything he'd gone through and witnessed. That trust needed to be nurtured. Protected. And I would. Always.

"Good. Then lay back for me, baby."

Again, he immediately did as I instructed, laying back against the mattress. I gripped the top of his open jeans and the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down at the same time. Once he was naked before me, I moved my body over his, slotting our cocks together as I took his lips in a slow, soft kiss. He sighed, parting his lips beneath mine so I could deepen the kiss. Our tongues danced. Slid together like we'd known each other all our lives instead of mere days.

"Tank…" he breathed, his fingertips pressing into my broad shoulders. I grunted and lightly thrust my cock against his, moaning at how slick his cock already was just from all the precum he'd been leaking.

"Ash," I groaned, nipping at his jaw. "My real name is Ash. Ash Grave."

His eyes opened, looking at me, those gray eyes hazy with pleasure. "Ash…" he breathed.

Fuuuuuck . Nothing could've prepared me for the way my name sounded on his lips. A name I hadn't heard in years . But I never wanted him to call me anything different. I always wanted to be Ash to him. To both him and Clarke.

"That's what you'll call me from now on," I rasped, making my way down his neck. He angled his head just right, granting me the access to his skin I needed. I groaned, nuzzling into his neck before I sucked lightly at a tender spot that made him moan and buck his hips up into mine, his blunt nails biting into my skin.

Reaching between us, I grasped our cocks, sliding them together. He whined, his thighs parting, cradling me between them. I groaned, moving my hand faster when he began to thrust up into my fist, his lips parted, his neck arching as he chased his orgasm.

"That's it, baby," I rumbled, kissing and nipping and licking at his shoulders as he began trembling, his body preparing to fall apart for me. "Give me your cum, sweet boy. Let me watch you fall apart. Please," I begged. I fucking needed to see what he looked like cum drunk and delirious with how good I made him feel.

I covered his lips with mine, smothering his loud moans and whimpers as his cum spurted into my fist. While he was still riding his high, I used his cum to circle his hole before sliding a finger inside of him. He gasped, his knees bending back to grant me more access. I swirled my tongue around his nipple, my eyes on his face, watching everything pass over his features.

He was so lost in me. So lost in this moment. And he looked so fucking beautiful. So stunning. So goddamn breathtaking.

This boy had no business being this captivating. But he was. And I was entranced by him.

"Ash," he groaned, lifting his head to look down at me. He choked on a gasp when I brushed my finger over the spongy spot inside of him, his head falling back down to the pillows. I couldn't stop the grin from crossing my lips at his blissed-out expression when I did it again.

"Just wait until my cock is inside of you, baby," I rumbled before sucking hard on his nipple. He slapped his hands over his mouth, muffling the noises he made as I slid another finger inside of him, stretching him a little wider.

By the third finger, he was basically babbling behind his hands, his voice muffled, but his eyes told me everything I could barely understand behind his palms. He needed me inside of him, and fuck, I was more than ready to give him what he wanted.

After swiping up more cum to use as lube, I rose over him, my cock in my hand. He reached for me as I notched my cock against his hole. "Please," he whispered.

Leaning down, I kissed him again, my heart in my fucking throat as I slid inside of him, inch by fucking torturous inch. He moaned into my mouth, his legs twining around my hips once I was seated deep inside of him. I slid my arms beneath his back and curled my hands around his shoulders before easing out and sinking right back inside of him. He grunted into my mouth, his nails biting into my shoulders again.

We moved together fluidly. Like our bodies had known each other all their lives. Like we were made for each other. He felt fucking incredible, his body pressing into mine every time he lifted his hips to meet my downward thrusts.

"Ash," he panted. He dropped a hand to reach between our bodies, circling his cock. I moaned quietly at the sight before locking my eyes back on his.

"Get yourself off, baby," I encouraged him, my hips picking up speed the slightest bit.

His fist moved up and down his slick cock, his eyes never leaving mine. Our breaths mingled with every pant until he was leaning up, molding his lips to mine as he coated our stomachs in his cum. Groaning, I followed him over the edge, spilling inside of him.

Claiming him.

He clung to me after, and when I rolled us to the side so I wasn't crushing him, I held him tight to me, tangling our legs together. He shivered when I brushed my lips to his forehead before tucking his head under my chin, my chest tight with adoration for this sweet, tortured boy.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," I murmured. And it wasn't a fucking lie.

I felt his smile against my skin, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. "Really?" he whispered.

I nodded and stroked my hand over his back—from the base of his neck and down his spine to his tailbone. "Yeah, baby." I roughly cleared my throat. "Really."

He snuggled further into me, his palms pressing into my back, molding our bodies together.

Honestly, I didn't think we could get close enough. I wanted him beneath my skin. Only then would I even be somewhat content.