Page 39 of Puck Me Back to Life

The second the words leave my mouth, the room falls quiet. Ash's expression changes. Something thoughtful settles behind his eyes. For a moment, neither of us speaks. Then he reaches for me.

The kiss is surprisingly gentle.

Not demanding.

Not overwhelming.

Just warm.

Patient.

Like he's giving me space to change my mind.

I don't.

If anything, I lean closer, letting his tongue explore my mouth. He tilts my head up, devouring me. A slight noise escapes my throat. When he breaks away, I'm completely breathless. I lean forward for more, but he places a hand on my throat.

His eyes are dark as he looks down at me. “Take off your clothes.”

“Um...”

Ash's fingers pinch my chin painfully, making me meet his eyes. “I'm gonna go easy on you tonight since I don't have any of my things and because of your...” A devilish smile curls on his mouth that sends my blood straight south. “Particular condition.”

I swallow hard, adjusting my hips against the bed.

“So when I say 'take off your clothes', you say...?” He tilts his head.

“Yes, sir.” I squeak.

He smiles and releases me. He strides over to the armchair in the corner and makes himself comfortable, his long legs spread wide.

His eyes drag up my body and land on my face.

My heart thrums in my ears as I pull off my shirt, throwing it aside. Fuck, I'm so nervous I feel like I can't look at him. If I look at him, I might burst into flames and die of embarrassment. I kick off my shoes, and I unbutton my jeans, hooking my fingers into the waistband.

“Briefs off too, pretty boy.” Ash rumbles.

I glance up at him to see his chin in his hand, observing me like a painting.

I blush as I fully rid myself of my clothes. My dick hard from the way he's looking at me.

“Already hard, Kai? Do you like to be embarrassed?” Ash's voice feels like silk against my nerves.

“I'm...I'm not sure, sir,” I answer.

Ash licks his lips and then says, “Crawl to me.”

I feel my ears grow hot as I process his words, looking away.

“I didn't say you could look away,” he growls. “Crawl to me. Now.”

I slowly sink to my knees, keeping my eyes on him. The itchy hotel carpet scratches my hands and knees as I make my way over to Ash. This is so fucked up. I feel too exposed. I'm a grown man crawling across the floor with my ass in the air.

With every motion, I can see Ash's pants tent a little higher, making me momentarily forget that I'm supposed to feel embarrassed or ashamed. When I finally make it over to him, I sit back on my heels in between his legs. My wide eyes look up at him as I wait for his next direction.

Ash leans forward, looking pleased. His thumb drags over my lips, pushing into my mouth as his hand holds my jaw. I suck it out of instinct. What instinct, I have no idea, but all I know is I need him to touch me in any way he sees fit and soon.

Ash smiles like I just offered him the Stanley Cup and drags his sweatpants down. His large cock springs free.