Limbo

Beautiful Sunrise (smut)

RACHEL:

Ashley seems to be rather surprised for a second when he sees me standing here, but the startled expression on his face is quickly replaced by a rather devilish grin, and he practically purrs, "If that's an offer, I won't say no."

"If it wasn't an offer, I wouldn't be in here," I reply, as I move his hand away and replace it with my own. "It's been awhile since I've done this, so just speak up if you need me to do something different, okay?"

He nods, and sort of hums his agreement, leaning back against the wall of the shower as I slowly begin to stroke him. I knew he was in pretty great shape, from the one time I saw him nude the first night they were here, but seeing him fully aroused is even more impressive, and I can't stop myself from flashing back to the night he asked me to go backstage with him.

"Damn, I really missed out that night, didn't I?" I mumble, which pulls a laugh from Ash.

"I'm glad you approve," he chuckles, arching his back out from the wall, thrusting his pelvis forward. Then he looks into my eyes and asks, "Why don't you...? I mean, can you, take off your clothes?"

I pause for a moment as I consider the question, then I say, "I honestly don't know, I've never tried."

He smiles at me again, then reaches his hand toward my waist. "Let me, then." He attempts to undo the button on my cut-offs, but his fingers pass right through them. "Damn! You give it a try, then."

I move my hand away, and try to undo the buttons, but I don't have any more luck than he did. "Well, I guess we've answered that question," I sigh, before I wrap my fingers around him again and try to re-establish a rhythm. "So, where was I, then?"

I decide to experiment a little, going faster or slower at different intervals over several minutes, to see what he seems to enjoy the most, and then I move closer to him and use my other hand to start fondling his balls, gently rolling them in my hand. This causes him to throw his head back and close his eyes, and I can see the tendons standing out in his neck as he gasps, "Oh, fuck, just like that! That feels so fucking good, please don't stop!"

I do as he asks, managing to coordinate the movements of both hands, and it's not long before I feel his cock start to twitch in my hand. His fingers scramble for a grip on the wall of the shower stall as his body tenses, then his hips buck toward me almost spasmodically, and he growls, "Oh, fuck,fuck,fuck! FUCK-K-K!!" This is almost a scream as he releases onto the floor of the shower, then sags against the wall, breathing raggedly.

I remove my hands from his body and pick up the shower puff, squirting some more gel onto it. Then, starting at the base of his throat, I begin to run it over his skin, soaping him up as he relaxes against the wall. After a couple of minutes, he gently plucks it out of my hand and says, "You should probably let me finish this, darlin'. Otherwise I'll never wanna come out, and the guys will find me in here tomorrow morning looking like one of the California Raisins. Wait for me in the bedroom, and I'll be out as quick as I can, okay?"

I nod my agreement and step out of the shower. But as I get to the bathroom door, I can't keep from laughing when I hear him mumble, "Assuming that I can still walk, that is."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you!" I call back as I walk out of the room. I take my usual seat on the windowsill as I wait for him to come out, and I'm still kind of amazed that I actually worked up the nerve to do that. When I was with Sawyer, I almost never initiated sex; not because I didn't enjoy it, but because I was always sort of nervous about it, considering what we were all taught when I lived here with the group.