Page 156 of Fall Into Me

Cass lifted his eyes slowly as though taking in all of Ash’s body. “Gorgeous,” he breathed.

Their eyes met, and Ash nearly melted under the pure adoration in Cass’s expression. He exhaled and closed his eyes as he started touching himself again, one hand wrapping around his hard shaft, the other stroking down between his ass cheeks. It was different, touching himself like this with Cass right there. But it was different in a good way, especially when he heard the couch creak quietly and then felt Cass’s fingers trail gently up the outside of his thigh.

He moaned softly and then breathed out again. “Can you hand me the lube?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Rather than give Ash the bottle, Cass popped open the lid and squeezed a small amount onto Ash’s fingers. Then he closed the bottle and returned his hand to Ash’s leg.

“Mmm, thank you,” Ash hummed. He spread his legs just slightly, arched his back, and slipped his fingers down between his cheeks again to circle the outside of his hole. Cass’s hand continued its path up and down the outside of Ash’s thigh, searing his skin. That heightened everything, and he gasped as the teasing touch with his own fingers sent a strong, hot pulse through him. Now slick and warm and very, very ready, he arched a little more, reached back with his other hand to spread his cheeks, and slowly pushed one finger in.

It occurred to him that maybe he should be narrating, telling Cass exactly what he was doing and why—how the foreplay and touching and then this part, with his fingers, helped relax his muscles and stretch him out so using the toy would be easier and more pleasurable. But with Cass being so close, right there, watching and hearing all the little sounds Ash was making, he was pretty sure Cass understood.

He moaned again as his finger breached the outer ring of muscle, and just as he started to work it in deeper, Cass’s lips grazed the skin over his hip.

“You want to get more comfortable? Kneel on the couch, maybe?” Cass asked quietly, and he kissed Ash’s hip more deliberately this time.

“Mmm, yeah, okay,” Ash agreed, letting his finger slip out of his hole.

He turned around, and Cass eagerly guided him to the couch, shifting to give Ash plenty of room. Ash positioned himself so he was facing the back of the couch, kneeling on the middle seat cushion. Then Cass helped him with more lube and sat silently, caressing the back of Ash’s thigh, as Ash spread his knees and pushed a finger in again, deeper this time. He groaned and tilted his head toward his boyfriend.

“Better?” Cass said softly, letting his hand drift higher up Ash’s thigh and to his hip.

Ash closed his eyes with a small nod. “Very.”

He smiled to himself as he heard Cass exhale a sharp breath. Then he slowly pulled his finger out and pushed it in again, not even trying to keep himself quiet, either. With a low moan, he arched his back more and continued working his finger in and out of his hole, stretching and prepping himself.

When he added a second finger, Cass’s palm pressed into his back.

“Jesus, Ash.” There was a pause, and then Cass asked, “It feels good?”

“Yes,” Ash answered simply, opening his eyes partway.

Cass tore his gaze away from Ash’s backside and shook his head lightly. “You’re gorgeous like this,” he said. “I hope you know what you’re doing to me.”

His words sent another of those sharp jolts of arousal through Ash, and he closed his eyes again. “Kiss me,” he said on a rough breath, and almost immediately, Cass’s lips were on his, devouring him. The kiss deepened, their tongues teasing and tasting. Somehow Cass shifted both of them so Ash was straddling him again, one knee on either side of Cass’s thighs. Then both of Cass’s hands cupped Ash’s ass, kneading into him insistently. Ash broke away, setting one hand on the back of the couch and then arching as he pushed up. His fingers slipped out of his hole, and he groaned.

“Are you ready?” Cass asked, and Ash nodded.

This wasn’t exactly how he’d pictured things going, but he was more than ready. His cock throbbed, leaking precum, and he knew that as soon as Cass touched him, he’d be gone.

He opened his eyes and watched as Cass drizzled lube over the silicone, no longer looking at all uncomfortable or awkward holding it. Leaning in, Ash trailed his lips along Cass’s jawline, planting tiny kisses as he went.

When he reached just under Cass’s ear, he hummed softly and then whispered, “Will you do it?” He flattened his palm along Cass’s inner thigh and then stroked Cass’s hard shaft through the thin material of his pajama pants.

Cass whined a response that Ash interpreted as an enthusiastic yes. Holding himself steady with one hand on the back of the couch, Ash helped Cass spread the lube over the toy, stroking the fake cock from base to tip. Then he reached over and picked up the bottle of lube.

“It needs a little more,” he explained, popping the top. He squeezed more lube onto the toy and his fingers, slicked up the outside of his hole, and then closed the bottle and wiped his hand on the towel.

Cass looked eager but also a tad nervous, and so Ash bent his head and met Cass’s lips in a light, affirming kiss. Then he pulled back, his hand finding Cass’s erection again, and he tipped his forehead to rest against Cass’s as he whispered, “Please, Cass.”

That seemed to be enough. Cass shifted slightly, rubbing his free hand up Ash’s back and then down to his ass cheek. Ash helped him, arching to better expose his hole, then taking the head of the toy and guiding it to his entrance. As soon as it started to press into him, his body lit up, want and need and arousal flaring through him.

“Right there,” he panted. “Now slowly in.”

Cass leaned forward, his lips brushing along Ash’s shoulder, and with a quiet groan that he seemed to try to muffle against Ash’s skin, he did as Ash instructed, slowly pushing the toy into Ash’s eager hole.

Ash had done this before—alone, of course. Yet it somehow felt completely different when he wasn’t the one controlling the toy. And though he was prepped and very ready, the moment the head breached his hole, he sucked in a breath, dropping his head to Cass’s shoulder.