I lifted him off his feet and deposited him on the counter of the vanity. Ashton gasped and clutched the edge while I went down on him. His slender cock looked graceful as my lips claimed him, slipping down and back up his length. He cried out softly and clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.
I pulled him forward so his ass hung over the edge of the counter, spit into my right hand, and rubbed the saliva over his pucker. Not the best lubricant of course but sufficient for slipping my finger up his ass as far as it could go. Ashton writhed against the counter, his eyes clamped shut, and his breathing hard as he tried to curb his usual noisiness when I fucked him.
Another finger was a tight fit, but I managed, twisting them up inside him. His body jerked, and then he spurted into my mouth. He moaned and collapsed backward against the wall, catching his breath.
Slowly, I removed my fingers from his body to avoid hurting him. I turned on the faucet and cleaned us up. He wasn’t about to be any help. He looked completely sated and thoroughly pleased like he could just roll over and go to sleep. But we still had the rest of my goddaughter’s party to get through.
“Uh, that was amazing,” he said when I wiped him down and helped him to his feet.
“You’re amazing,” I said, and his eyes opened from the half-mast state they had been in. A serious look overcame his features.
“You mean that?”
“I mean that,” I said with equal sincerity.
“But I’m far from perfect.”
“Where did you get the idea that you had to be perfect?” When he didn’t respond, I chucked his chin upward. “Ash, I just want you to be you.”
“But I’m a mess.”
“No, you’re not a mess. You have challenges, and to have those is to be human. We’re working on it, right?”
For a minute he looked doubtful, but then his eyes met mine, and I willed him to believe that everything would be fine.
He slowly smiled and nodded. “We should get back to your friends before they figure out what we’ve been doing.”
Chapter Ten
Ashton
“All the kids are bunkered down for the night,” Noelle announced as she walked out to the patio, where the rest of us sat.
Almost half an hour ago, she’d disappeared with one of the two mothers who had agreed to let her kids sleep over to settle down the kids for bedtime.
The day had been crazy good. I was pooped from playing with the kids. I’d found them better company than the adults. Not that they were rude or anything, but they stared, and every so often, I caught someone watching me.
I could’ve asked Callum to leave with me at any time, and he would have, but he looked relaxed, and he had fun with his godchildren. He was at ease in a way I rarely ever saw him, laughing without abandon, and I quite enjoyed seeing this side of him.
“It’s your turn to tell them the bedtime story you promised, Phil.” Noelle hugged her husband from behind, her eyes tired. She’d done a lot today for her little girl to have the best birthday party.
When I turned six, my parents had thrown me an elaborate birthday party. They hadn’t been there, though. The mountain of gifts they’d left behind was supposed to fill in the gap for them but never did. I hated those stupid formal parties where they invited equally stuffy boys from the wealthy families in Battersea.
Phil groaned and hit Callum at the back of the head. “Come on, dude. You know you do the sound effects better than me.”
I sat up from my position beside Callum. Apart from Phil, Noelle, and me, the two guys from earlier remained with us and the two women I assumed were their wives.
I’d have been pissed if Callum treated me the way they treated their wives. They completely dismissed the women as if they lived separate lives. Other than that time Callum went upstairs to set up the castle for Kaylee, I’d been glued to his side.
That had earned me side-eyes from the guys as well, but as long as they said nothing, I didn’t give a damn. Phil and his wife were sweethearts, the other women too, and if I came out of this making at least one friend, then I’d consider this night a success.
“You coming?” Callum leaned toward me and whispered