engine.”
His comment broke the tension in me, and I laughed. I almost felt guilty, given the article I’d just read. But Ashton was okay. He said he was. He sounded it, and I believed him. We were getting through this.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ashton
“Fuck, Daddy.” I mewled like a kitten as he entered me. I was plastered against the glass wall of the bathroom, the shower beating down hard on us.
We should’ve taken separate showers. Now we were going to be late, but damn did it feel good the way that dick slowly entered my body.
“You were saying?” Callum asked, nibbling on my shoulder. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Are you threatening your Daddy, boy?”
“No, begging. Unequivocally and shamelessly begging for you not to take your cock out of me until I’ve come.”
“Until we’ve both come.”
His hands planted on either side of my head on the wall, Callum pulled out and thrust inside me hard. His pelvis smacked into my ass, the sound loud. We were both wet, our shower interrupted by what we’d been trying to put off all evening.
Callum being inside me.
All through helping me to get dinner prepared for our guests, he’d rubbed up on me. He’d kissed me, sucked on the back of my neck, gently teasing me. I should’ve insisted on the separate shower.
Oh god, no, I’m glad I didn’t.
He felt so fucking good. I shifted my stance, leaning my head to the side so he could lick my neck up to my ear. One of his hands came around and held me around my stomach to keep me steady as he pushed harder and faster into me.
“I’m not going to last,” I gasped. I really wasn’t. Not after all the teasing downstairs. My cock throbbed, and I reached a hand down to stroke myself fast.
Callum’s hand crashed onto my ass, hard and unexpected. I yelped but moaned as he brought me to nirvana. My senses heightened from the sting of his hand connecting with my ass.
With a loud cry, I convulsed, stroking my dick faster as I came, jets of cum shooting to the wall. My ass felt extremely sensitive, where Callum continued plowing into me.
Callum pulled out and stroked his dick, his head bowed and pressed to my back.
“Come inside me,” I begged.
“You sure?” He licked the shell of my ear. “You always complain about how I take forever to run out.”
“Not a complaint.” I turned my head and sealed my lips against his. “I love it.” I winked at him. “Sincerely, your cock slut.”
Callum’s laugh brought a smile on my face that I could make him feel this good. This man who had known so much pain at Mario’s hands and then mine trusted me with his happiness. And I intended to hold it dear.
“Like that?” One of his hands held my hip steady to keep me planted firmly to receive his thrusts.
“Yes, yes.”
“Fuck, Ashton, baby.” His body went all stiff, his breathing irregular and harsh while he rutted between my cheeks, filling me with his cum.
He leaned heavily against me on the wall, his heart thumping against my back.
“I’d love to cuddle, even though you’re almost drowning me in the shower,” I said with a lazy smile. “But we have guests coming over in a few minutes, and we still need to finish our shower.”
“Sorry for ambushing you.” He kissed my shoulder in apology. “I couldn’t resist you.”
“Good. You don’t have permission to resist me until I’m seventy.”
“What do you mean? I’ll be eighty-seven then and still smacking your ass to get a rise out of you.”
I giggled at his words. He pulled out, and we hurried through our routine. He left the shower before me. I needed some time to get as much of his cum out of me as possible.
By the time I entered my bedroom, wrapped up in a towel, Callum was dressed. He sat on the bed, putting on shoes. New shoes he’d made only a minor fuss about when I bought them. They were matching to the ones I planned to wear tonight. It wasn’t like I was dressing us alike.
Just the shoes.
And the shirt.
It wasn’t weird at all, right?
“I want to know how you do it,” I said, dropping the towel from my body to the floor. At Callum’s quirked eyebrow, I snagged it and hung it on the back of the chair for now.
“Do what?”
“Get dressed so fast. I’m going to need at least half an hour to put on my clothes. My hair’s going to be