“No.” I shake my head. “Sorry about that. But I, um, should probably go.”
He’s up and in front of me, his cock still hard and proud. “Come back. We’ll do this together.”
He’s going to suck his own cock?
I suppose if he’s got a rubber spine.
I say what’s on my mind. “I’m embarrassed. I’ve never done that before.”
If he says “I know,” I may punch him in the nuts.
“You were getting there. Let’s not give up. I love your mouth on me.”
I look at him to gauge whether or not he’s telling me the truth, but I don’t get to look long, because he’s kissing me. It’s a nice, deep kiss. His mouth trails over my cheek, down my neck. When he nibbles on my right ear, well, he’s got me.
“Talk me through it.”
Chuckling, he takes my hand in his. “I’ll talk you through it until I can’t talk at all.”
Chase reaches the bed first. He sits on the edge and scoots back a little. “On your knees, Lou.”
“I do like the bossy stuff.”
“Me too.”
Moving to my knees, I get myself situated between his legs. His hand touches my cheek; his fingers run through the side of my hair. “Lean forward and use that lovely tongue of yours, moving from base to the tip.”
I do as he suggests. When he sighs, I know I’m on the right track. “Do that again.”
I do it again. “Open those full lips of yours and take the tip into your warm, wet mouth.”
He’s being very specific. Opening up, I take him in my mouth.
“Suck me.”
And I do. He’s no longer up on his elbow. Instead, he’s flopped onto his back, a hand over his face. “Keep doing that. Lick. Suck.”
I repeat, getting into it a little because Chase’s reactions are urging me on. “Grip me at the base with your fucking hand.”
Ooh, he’s getting excited.
You know what? I am too. I feel wetness between my legs. “Like this?” I grip him and move it up and down as I suck the head again.
“Yes. Fuck, Lou.” He’s panting and I am too.
I’m not sure I can finish. I want him to fuck me. I say it. “Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me now.”
I’m up off my knees and crawling onto the bed quickly—I don’t know how I got there. “Fuck me now,” I repeat. Placing him between my legs, I start to press down when I remember—condom. Reaching across him, my breasts are inches from his mouth. He takes advantage. I love his mouth on me. Grasping the packet, I tear it open, pull it out of its packaging, and scoot back down until I can roll it onto him. Once it’s in place, I move back to my spot, press down, and sigh with relief. “Yes.” My head flops back at the feel of him. “Big.” Remembering how we did it the first time, I push up with my knees and I’m back down before he’s even had time to adjust. I guess Chase isn’t on board with this position because, with his hands on my waist, he rolls us until I’m on my back, and Chase is doing all the work.
Fine with me.
Bringing my legs up, I open for him. This way, he can get even deeper. “Harder.”
The man is a machine. I’m coming again in no time, and when he does the same, I reach up and run my fingers through his sweaty hair. Kissing me, he pulls back until he slips out of me.
“That was a good one.”
Chase chuckles as he slides out of bed, rolling the condom off as he goes. I smile to myself as his perfectly round backside disappears into the bathroom.
