Ash

by D.J. Krimmer

“I seem to remember promises of orange starbursts, sir.” “Oh, I like that,” I smirk suggestively. “Call me ‘sir’ again.” She smacks my chest.

“I said, kiss me, you idiot!”

“Watch the storm, sunshine. Feel the rain and the thunder while I give you your release.”

I just had sex with Ash. I just had feral, primal, outdoor thunderstorm sex with Ash. I came so hard my legs were trembling. I’m not a trembling orgasm girl. Or I didn’t think I was. But apparently, when having the best sex of my life, I definitely am.

“Just let him hold you, Mom. Ash is strong, and he already said he won’t let anything happen to you.” Disowned. He is disowned. He and his fucking chicken can go find their way together. I glare at him with the intensity of a thousand suns

“What are they doing?” I ask as Atlas pulls a jump rope out of his back pocket. “Jump rope competition,” Janie chuckles. “Don’t ask why they have to be shirtless.”

“Have you met my brother?” Indy huffs. “He wants me to die with cobwebs on my vagina.”

“My beautiful boy, there’s nothing more important or treasured in a mother’s world than their children. If she's letting you get close to that portion of her world, then she’s already decided where you fit into her life.”

“If you think for one second, I’m having sex with you after that–” “That’s not what I was thinking,” I say flatly. Actually, sticking my face between her strong legs and wearing those toned thighs as earmuffs while I make her scream with my mouth had been a thought, but I need it not to be a thought anymore because I will very quickly make the thought a reality. “Oh.” Is that disappointment in her tone? “Well then, what were you thinking?” “Honestly?” Earmuffs. Earmuffs. Earmuffs.

“Talk to me, sunshine,” I purr while rubbing a circle around her clit. “Tell me what you want.” “You,” she pants as she reaches behind her back and grips my erection through my pants.

“God, this fucking ass,” I growl, leaning down and biting her ass cheek while slapping the other. Sunday cries out while pushing back against me, and I have to bite back a moan.

“Oh god,” she shudders while backing into me. “More, fill me, please.”

“That’s my good girl. You like being filled? You like my fingers in your ass?” “Ye-sss,” she chokes out as I rub her clit harder, alternating my thrusts. “Ash,” she warns, her body shaking. “Oh sunshine, I know,” I smirk, moving faster. “Come on my cock right now,” I growl as I feel a jolt run down my spine as my thrusts become faster and erratic.

Janie snorts. “At least he’s honest. I’m so excited! We’re going to be aunties! How’s Atlas taking it?” Ren smiles warmly. “Like I’ve given him the greatest thing ever. He’s so excited. I found out, and I was so scared. I started making a pros and cons list and when he got home, he was like, ‘What’s all this?’ and when I told him.” Her voice cracks, and her eyes go glassy. “He said, ‘I’m going to be a daddy?’ and he fell to his knees and kissed my stomach. Like, zero hesitation.”

“Also, don’t talk about my best friend that way! It’s fucking rude. You’re an amazing human and a great mother. Plus, we’ve seen you dance aside from the pole.”

“Wow,” I marvel. “So, it’s not just straight men that say the absolute worst things. Is it just something hardwired in y’all’s nuts or something?” He snickers. “Yep, the left is for baby making, the right is for poor word choices. Everyone knows that. But of course, that doesn’t explain you.”

“Sweetheart,” I move to the edge of her bed and take her tea, setting it on the nightstand. “You don’t have to be this way. You don’t have to stand straight with me.”

Friends? Fucking suck my dick.

“You shouldn’t have to wear a mask in front of people when you’re having a panic attack, and you definitely shouldn’t feel like just because you’re a man, you have to suck it up or some shit.”

“Okay, I’m going to lay on you. The added weight will help your anxiety. And I’m going to turn on your TV, find a show, and debate you on it, explaining exactly why your viewpoints are wrong.”

Charming: Because if I hear a man over there with you, I’m coming in there and beating his face in. Me: Oh, and that’s supposed to be fair? You go out and my vag is out of service?

“I feel so bad,” Atlas sighs after his wife. “I wish I could vomit for her.” Derek furrows his brows. “I guess that’s romantic, in the most disgusting way possible.”

“Try something, and I’ll burn your kingdom to the ground, Johnson.” I was unaware that I had a kingdom. Nevertheless, I fear her burning it.

“Okay, then what bouquet would you get me?” I turn to her as I set the remote down on the mattress. “I wouldn’t because you would find a bouquet of flowers to be impractical and a waste of money. In fact, you’d probably start a fight with me over the waste and how the floral business is some sort of conspiracy. I’d get you flowers you could plant and have all the time. Poppies if they’re in the ground, but if I’m picking the type of flower that represents you as a whole, I'd have to build you a pond and get some lotus flowers. Because the lotus symbolizes growing up through the dark and the mud and blooming into something bright and beautiful.”

“I’d rather a lotus from you over a rose from anyone, every time,”

Atlas walks over and pats Brooks on the shoulder. It’s weird watching Atlas having to look up to meet someone’s gaze. “Some of us aren’t as receptive to having new friends. I, for one, feel much safer knowing you’re guarding my body.”

“You’re at a convention in a big city; you could have any girl on your dick in seconds. Why would you want to rub one out over the phone?” I frown at her question. “Because I don’t want some random girl on my dick.”

“You hurt my girl,” he growls in a tone I’ve never heard before. It’s low and threatening, sending chills down my spine. “You hurt my boy.” My heart stops at Ash’s words. “If you think for one second I’ve forgotten that and I’m not going to fix the wrongs done, you’re mistaken, friend. I’ll be seeing you real soon, Josh.”

“Slow, deep breaths,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re safe, and I’m right here.”

“You know, that’s not really safe,” he says teasingly, and I roll my eyes. “Neither is you speaking at this moment, yet here we are, laughing in the face of danger.”

He parks in his spot and turns to face me. It’s when I hear his sharp intake of breath that I realize I’m crying. “W-what’s wrong?” he asks, panic filling his tone. “You just… what?” I ask through a small sob. “You bought these in case I just happened to get into your car and say I’m hungry?” “Yes,” he says without hesitation as if that was precisely what he did. “You said they’re your favorite and that they make you happy.”

“Fucking damn it, sweetheart, if you don’t get out of those shorts, I’m cutting them off.”

“Charming,” I whimper as I nibble on his earlobe. “You make me feel so good. You have no idea how much my body craves you. You’re the only one that can make me feel this way,”

“Do you feel how wet you’ve made me?” I whine out as I suck on his neck and bite down. “Fuck,” his shaky voice growls out. “Harder,” he pants. “Mark me, sunshine.” I bite his neck hard, licking and sucking as I grind against his palm.

“Sunshine,” he pants out slowly. “Yeah?” I manage between heavy breaths. “I uhhh… I don’t think this friend thing is working out.” I can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes me. “Yeah, charming, no shit.”

Fuck, last night was so good. Like, best I’ll ever have, and that’s saying something because car sex is more fun in theory. Not with Sunday, though. That girl folded into a pretzel and gripped my knees to fuck me, and I swear my soul left my fucking body.

“Oh my god!” she gasps as she pulls down my hoodie neckline. “Atlas, he’s been bitten.” Atlas drops his paper towel roll. “And you weren’t going to tell us?” he breathes out, his voice going hoarse. “You were going to let the infection spread? I have a wife, man… a wife with a baby on the way.”

“Hey, boys,” Ren smiles as she carries in bags of takeout and drinks. “Princess!” Atlas scolds, rushing over to grab everything. “I told you to text me, and I would help you.” He sets the food on our makeshift workbench before turning back and kissing Ren. “Atlas, I love you, but if you don’t stop treating me like I’m ill, I’m going to hurt you.” Atlas waves her off as he goes to his knees and lifts her shirt to kiss her stomach. “Do you hear how your mommy talks to me?” He smirks as Ren turns pink and pushes her shirt down.

“Remind me later to tell you how impressed I am with this display of strength.” Sunday laughs as she rests her legs back on my shoulders. “Better idea, charming, how’s about you show me.”

“Goddamn it, you smell so fucking good.” It fills me with a primal hunger, igniting a fire within me. The taste of her arousal is like the sweetest nectar, drawing me in with each lingering kiss.

“Condom?” She pants, and I pat my pants, praying I have one in my wallet. I do, thank fuck. “Good, there's massage oil in the closet.” I raise a brow and look at the closet she’s gesturing to. “I mean, you’re pretty wet.” she shakes her head, interrupting me. “I want you to bury yourself in my ass, charming.” Oh. Oh, my fucking god. I run to the closet, ripping the door open while simultaneously trying to disrobe. I come back, completely naked, holding a bottle of massage oil and a condom.

“Shhhh…” I coo, rubbing over her clit. “Sunshine, relax, or my dick will never fit, sweetheart.” I chuckle and fight a groan as she pushes back against me. “Make it fit,” she purrs.

“Sunday.” Her name is nearly a shudder as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Fuck sweetheart, you looking at me like that… I feel like I will have to repent for my sins tomorrow with what I want to do to you.” “Well, better make them good ones, then.” She smirks.

“Stick your fingers in your pussy, Sunday.” I pant between thrusts. “Fill that greedy hole, and don’t take them out until you explode. I want to feel you come while I fuck this perfect fucking ass.”

“I said fill it, sunshine. Your fingers or mine, choose wisely.” I warn, and this brat drops a finger out of her. “That’s it,” I grunt while rolling her over. I keep myself in her ass as I stand, hooking an arm under each knee and ramming her back into the first wall I come to. She stares at me, face red with arousal, her eyes glazed over. I pull back, and as I ram into her ass, I slip three fingers inside her, causing her to choke on a cry. Leaning in, I run my tongue over her ear as I whisper lowly, “Fuck that clit, and if you stop, I stop. Understood?”

“Only you,” she whispers between the frantic kisses. “Only you make me feel this good. Never forget that.”

“Jesus Christ, your tits are so perfect I feel like I need to bow my head and give thanks.”

“Sweetheart,” I groan as my tongue flicks over her piercing, causing her to gasp out a moan. “There’s nothing about you I don’t find completely addictive.”

“Wait,” she pants as she stops my hand from going into her pants. “Why?” I groan, instantly becoming annoyed. She chuckles as she wiggles out of my hold. I’m reluctant at first, but I let her go. “We can’t have sex; I started my period this morning.” I scratch my eyebrow with my thumb. “Sunshine, I could give two shits if you’re bleeding. Unless it bothers you, it’s not a reason for me to stop.”

“Are you going to fuck my throat or just continue to play timid?” I pant out a laugh. “Sunshine… I don’t want to gag you.” “Why not?” she asks, cocking her head to one side. I watch her eyes go round and innocent as she licks the bead of pre-cum off my tip. “I want you to gag me,” she murmurs. “I want you to grab me and fuck my face until you explode down my throat.” “This is a dream,” I breathe as I stare at her, eyes wide, cock rock hard. She smiles before running her tongue over the tip of my head. “Come on, fuck my mouth… please,” she pants, and that’s all it takes. I grip the back of her head tightly.