He spun me around and kissed me intensely as he pushed me backwards towards the bedroom. When we arrived, he placed my hands on the railing of the bed, my legs spread slightly apart. A tiny sliver of doubt started to gnaw in my head as I watched him stand there behind me. He let his palms caress my back.

"Relax," he said in a soft voice and reached for something on a nearby dresser.

I closed my eyes and breathed. Felt the arousal rush through me as he started to stroke my cock again. Something cool and wet slid down the crack of my ass and I didn't understand what it was at first, until he slowly started to massage his fingers in between my butt cheeks. Lube. It was lube. My nerves started to act up again but was stunted as his fingers pressed that spot again and I gasped. His other finger circled my hole, and the sensation sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through my body. Then he slid the tip of his finger inside me.

It was unfamiliar, tight, but not as unpleasant as I had imagined. The combination of him jerking me off made it almost pleasant. He went further in, stretched me gradually and the tension got bigger as he moved his finger in and out in deliberate motions.

"How does it feel...?" he murmured, his voice veiled, and I gathered that this was making him aroused too.

"Good," I said truthfully.

"Then you'll get two fingers."

Now it wasn't pleasant anymore, it was straining and started to get painful, I squirmed and cursed under my breath. But I wanted this, I didn't want to back out now. Slowly I got used to the feeling of his fingers and the pain subsided somewhat, but then he made them curl inside me. I jerked at the sudden sensation, he pressed on something inside me and pleasure just flooded me. What the hell was he doing?

"Ooh, fuuck..." I cursed and pressed myself against his fingers.

"Now you get three," he purred and suddenly it felt like I was totally filled up.

I groaned loudly, the pain and the pleasure were equally big and moved inside me like two predators. He pushed and stretched, opened me up and I clutched the railing. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed my face and kissed me roughly.

"Lay down on your back on the bed."

I did as Ash instructed and crawled somewhat wobbly onto the bed and watched him as he stood at the foot of it. He looked back at me with a carnal smile and yanked his shirt off. My eyes were immediately drawn to his abs like a magnet, to his hip bones, his strong arms. He kicked off his jeans and locked his gaze on me as he gave his hard cock a couple of strokes, putting on a condom. Then he got up in the bed, spread my knees and placed one of my legs on his shoulder, making my hips angle up at him. His cock rested against my groin and I could feel the warm weight of it. He grabbed it and looked at me.

"Exhale now," he whispered, and his tip massaged my hole.

I slowly exhaled and felt the force as he pressed his tip inside me. This was more than three fingers. This was something completely different. He paused for a bit, letting me get used to his size, but then he continued to push himself inside me until I thought I was going to rip apart. I had stopped breathing by the pure shock of his size, it was like every inch of me was filled with him. My head was spinning.

"Shit, I don't think–" I groaned, but he cut me off with a finger on my mouth.

"It'll get better soon, I promise you. But breathe, baby. I'm gonna start moving now."

He hugged my leg that was draped over his shoulder and slowly slid almost all the way out, just to push himself inside again and every nerve in my body sprang to life. The pain surged and I gasped between clenched teeth. Then he grabbed my cock in his other hand and started to stroke me, at the same time making his thrusts steady. The pain suddenly mingled with pleasure, and I clutched the bed sheets at the dizzying feeling. My body was adjusting to him, the agony was starting to make way for pure bliss, and I moaned. The friction in me, his cock punding inside me again and again, this feeling was so new and astonishing that I couldn't believe it.

"Harder..." I heard myself gasp.

Ash bent down over me, making my hips lift from the mattress and looked at me with eyes glowing with desire.

"Use whole sentences, kitten," he growled with a smile. "What do you want me to do with you?"

"Fuck me h-harder."

"Mm... good boy," he praised and slammed all the way inside with one brutal push.

White flashed before my eyes as his cock hit that glorious spot inside me and he rammed against it over and over, I was pushed against the headrest, so I had to use my hands to not bang my head into it. It felt so searingly good to be filled by him so completely, to see him over me, his hand stroking my cock. Ash groaned out loud.

"God, you're s-soo fucking tight for me... feel s-so good..." he breathed heavily and stroked me faster.

I was shaking with pleasure now; my climax was nearing so fast that I couldn't stop it anymore.

"Aaah... fuck, Ash, I'm... cumming..." I moaned and just like that the orgasm slammed into me.

It came from so deep inside me that I could hardly breathe, I felt my cock pulsating, spurting cascade after cascade that never seemed to stop. Ash cursed out loud as he felt my hole tighten around him and he fucked me hard and savagely fast, down to the hilt. His cock twitched and swelled inside me as he came with a muffled roar, his thrusts getting slower until he was all spent. Then he pulled himself out, threw the condom on the floor and collapsed over me. We just lay there panting for a while, neither of us capable of moving.

At last Ash lifted his head and placed his arms on either side of my head. His smile was to die for when he kissed me, I wrapped my arms around him and his sweat mingled with mine, his heat radiated into me. He pulled a wet strand of hair from my forehead.

"That was a first time for both of us," he said.

Now I was dumbfounded. This could impossibly be his first time with a man.

"What do you mean?"

"I've never taken anyone's virginity," he smiled.

"But I'm not–," I started, but bit my tongue when I understood what he meant. "Oh, you mean like that."

Ash smirked.

"But you're a natural," he said. "You feel so fucking good."

He bit my lower lip teasingly and I was suddenly weirdly proud of myself.

"You give good instructions," I grinned.

"And you're good at following them. I think you like that."

"Like what?" I asked, confused.

"Being submissive. You seem to get off on that. I like it."

I did? Maybe I did. It was nothing I had ever thought about, but every time Ash had that commanding voice I turned into a virtual puddle of horniness. He suddenly grabbed my waist and rolled over on his back, making me straddle him.

"Is there anything else you like?" he asked slowly, eyeing me intently. "The ropes I already know about, you didn't even have to tell me about that one, but is there something else?"

"Why do you wanna know?" I said, feeling oddly embarrassed.

I did have fantasies, but I had never divulged them to anyone. Ever.

"Because I like to make you feel good, you idiot," he smiled. "I won't shout them to the world, if that's what you think."

"I... don't know," I mumbled, unsure of myself.

"I can tell you what I like first, if it makes you feel more comfortable?"

I nodded appreciatively. He grabbed my wrists hard and held them firmly in his hand.

"I like to control. That's why I find you interesting. I like it when someone hands over the control to me completely. I'm dominant, but I think you already figured that out. You think you've let go of your control now, but you haven't. Not by a long-shot. But I'll take you there if you let me."

The conviction in his voice made my body tingle. Was I actually able to let go of control more than I had already done? I didn't think that was possible. Ash watched me and I realized that it was my turn to talk about what I liked. What turned me on. I automatically looked away from him in shame. Did I even dare to tell him?

"No, don't look away now, Jamie," he urged. "Look at me. I won't judge you, believe me."

"It's gonna sound all weird," I said hesitantly and met his gaze again. "But I like... knives. I like the look of them. The... feeling. Don't know why, but I do."

Ash cocked an eyebrow and a glimmer of interest washed over his face.

"Knives?" he said slowly. "Hm... I can definitely do something with that. What else?"

"Hell, I honestly don't know. If we're gonna be all truthful and stuff, I don't have a lot of experience, I fantasize and all, but I don't know if it would be something that would do it for me in reality. It's a big fucking difference, you know. Then there is... you."

"Because I'm a guy?"

"Yeah." I heard myself struggle with the words. "You make me feel... small. Or something. I don't know. Does it sound weird?"

Ash shook his head.

"That's just a fact," he grinned. "You're smaller than me. Are you having issues with that?"

"No, that's the thing," I mumbled. "I don't. I kind of... like it. That's what's weird."

Ash smile had broadened.

"You like it?" he purred and put his finger under my chin.

"Yeah."

My cheeks burned.

"I like that you like it. Trust me. Come on, let's take a shower."

He rolled me off him and got out of bed. When I go to my feet my whole body felt like it had been run over by a bulldozer and I grunted at the dull ache. Was this normal? Where you suppose to feel this way? When we got into the shower I just had to ask, even if it felt embarrassing.

"The first time is like that," Ash said calmly and turned on the shower. "And bottomig always feels more, but that's just a matter of practice. But don't worry, it'll pass. And I'll take care of you."

He smiled and wet a sponge and slowly started to wash me, from head to toe. I had a hard time taking my eyes off him as I stood there in the cascading water, being scrubbed. He looked so concentrated, seemed to be so focused on not doing it to roughly but at the same time not missing an inch of my skin. It was like he enjoyed it just as much as I did, and I marveled at the fact. His black hair was damp and hung in strands over his forehead, almost giving him a boyish look. That I, of all people, had caught Ash's eye was still a mystery to me. Finally, I firmly took the sponge away from him. He looked at me in surprise.

"Now it's my turn," I said and squirted more soap on the sponge.

I started with his arms. Glided the sponge in long movements along those black tattoos, over to his chest where the lather ran down his wet skin and dripped down on the tiles below us. He just stood there quiet, watching me while I worked. I could understand why he had wanted to wash me, hell, this was turning me on. To calmly be able to explore every inch of him, glide over his muscles with the sponge and that he just let me do it. My cock reacted as soon as I looked up at him, after I had washed his thighs thoroughly. He was standing there, his eyes veiled and his lips parten, his semi erection proof that I wasn't alone in liking this.

I dropped the sponge and let my lathered fingers slide across his stomach and down to his cock and started to stroke it. Ash moaned and grabbed my waist.

"Are you trying to tell me something, pretty boy?" he said huskily and pressed me to him.

"Maybe," I replied teasingly, boldened by my own arousal and stroked his now fully hard cock faster.

He crashed into the tile wall with his back and took me with him, his one hand on my neck and the other around my willing cock. The water ran into our mouths as we kissed and Ash jerked me off with such determination that I gasped for air, but my focus on him never faltered. His breathing became heavier and his grip on my neck got harder, he was closer than I thought. Already? Yes, already. And I was too. My toes curled up as the pleasure seared, he had driven me towards this right from the start.

"Ohh fuck... Jamie..." he groaned in his ecstasy, his fingernails digging into my neck as his cock pulsated heavily in my hand.

The feeling of him cumming sent me into instant climax, intense and powerful, I barely felt the build-up before it rushed over me. His breaths came fast and hot against my neck and when we finally came down from the bliss, he closed his arms around me.

"Fuck bunny," he smiled against my ear and bit my earlobe.

"Can I help that you make me horny?" I grinned. "We have to wash up again."

"Your fault, just pointing that out."

"I'm ok with that."