They melted into his skin as my body pressed against his.
Then, all at once, every restriction I’d ever felt, coursed through my blood as if they were cursing their very existence—screaming, yelling, raging, to be released. I’d like to say that I actively decided to let go of whateverhad been holding me back over the last few days, hell, over the last few years.
But nothing could explain the raw animalistic power possessing my body.
Letting the passion I needed to experience flow through my veins, I pushed Chase down onto the bed. The pause I took to register the shock on his face was brief, at most. But somehow, seeing his eyes widen in shock, and his mouth part as he tookin the extra oxygen his lungs so desperately craved, it fueled my need that much more.
My body fell into his, the soft mattress beneath us a cushion, enveloping our bodies as we writhed together in a hazy cloud of power and desire. With a fury I hadn’t realized I’d possessed, I pulled his shirt from his body, nearly tearing the fabric in the process. Pressing my hips into his, I kept my faceless than an inch from his face. My breath, coming out in short, heated puffs, filled the limited space between us. “I want you, too,” I admitted.
With a roughness that was foreign even to me, I gripped his jaw, pulling his mouth up to my own as if my next inhale was dependent upon his exhale. “I don’t even carehowyou got in here.” The honesty coating my words was as genuine as the rock-harderection pressing against Chase’s. “Just that you’re here, that’s all I need right now.”
And with that admission, I attacked his body as if it were the last meal I’d ever be offered.
I licked a path from his lips, across his jaw, and down his neck as if it held the last drops of water I’d ever drink. My existence depended on the nourishment his body provided me and shamelessly, I lapped up everylast drop.
Pressing his throat up into my needy lips, I knew he shared at least some of my emotions.
Emotions.
What an odd word to toss around at a moment like this. Because at the end of it all, what was he?
Who was Chase? A man with whom I’d had meaningless sex one night a few months ago? A man who’d shown up at my best friend’s wedding with my ex? A man who’d all but broken into my housefor what most would consider a good old-fashioned booty call?
While all those things were true, there was one infallible fact: I was drawn to Chase in some inexplicable way. And no matter how I tried to make sense of it all, there was no sense about it.
And maybe that was just what I needed in my life. Something that didn’t fit the mold. Something that threw a wrench into my plans. Whateverthe fuck they were.
In short, maybe I needed something that simply made me happy.
Maybe I needed exactly what Chase was offering.
So greedily, as if I would die without him, I took everything he offered.
When he lifted his hips, I wasted no time pulling down his jeans and boxers. Shimmying between his legs, I made my way down to his feet and slid his socks off. “Not a fan of socks and sexare you?” he joked.
“I’ll tell you about it another time,” I said, tossing his socks to the floor to join the rest of his clothes.
He looked down at me with a curious look pulling his brows together. “Short of you asking me to wear a leather collar that says Daddy, there isn’t much you could do right now that would stop me from needing my cock in your mouth. So, socks or no socks, I don’t givea shit.”
If his thick cock wasn’t waiting for me, I might have let the small smile pulling at my lips turn into laughter. It was difficult to keep from losing it when possibly the hottest man I’d ever seen was talking about socks as his cock pulsed with need before my watering lips. Crawling back up his legs, I let my fingers rake along his skin, loving the thick bulkiness of his muscular thighs.I wanted to tease him some more, to twirl my tongue along his skin, making him twitch with need. I wanted to breathe hot air along his cock, before licking and tasting him.
But when he spread his legs open wider to make room for me to fit between them, all of those desires were taken over by the single, solitary need to take him to the back of my throat.
So without warning, I held him firmlyat the base of his dick and took him as deep as I could. He thrust up at the shock of the heat of my mouth, making me gag slightly. It took us a few minutes to coordinate me taking him deeper and him pushing his cock into my throat. It was messy, sloppy, unpracticed, yet there was something so amazing about it. It was two people coming together in an awkwardly perfect way.
Needing to catch mybreath, I let his cock fall from my mouth, moving my hand over his velvety hard skin. “Drawer.” When I angled my head to my nightstand, he took my cue and opened the nightstand. Without even having to discuss who was going to top whom, he tossed me the lube and the condom. Resting on my haunches, I drizzled the lube over my cock. Reveling in the stark contrast of cold gel on hot skin, I stroked myselfuntil I felt my orgasm building at the base of my spine. To my surprise, by the time I opened my eyes, I saw Chase stroking his own ass, readying himself for me. “Oh fuck,” was all I could manage, before I let my body weight fall on top of him.
At the last second, Chase reached for the light on the nightstand, as if I hadn’t already seen everything I needed to. Reaching out, I grabbed his handand placed it on my ready cock. “You don’t want to see me take you?” I asked, goading him on. “Because, I don’t know about you, but the last time in the limo was a little cramped for my style.”
He offered no response to my question, just stroked along as I pushed into his willing palm. So with that sigh, I held his ankles in my hands, pushing them almost to his ears. To say I was shocked by hisflexibility would be a shock, but as my tip teased his ass, he looked up at me, a playfulness I never knew as a part of sex present in his eyes. “Dancer, remember?”
And with that, I plunged so far into his body, I feared I might never come back.
Over and over again, he pulled me into his willing body. All awkwardness and fumbled rhythm were gone. It was some kind of ancient motion, one thatwhen you closed your eyes, you just knew you were doing it right. There was no one there laying the ground rules, telling you their feet were cold, or that the dog was staring at them. There was nothing holding us back. The only guiding principle was the pulse of our need.
And damn, was that powerful.
Cutting through my own pleasure, Chase called out, “Fucking hell, Noah. Your cock. What thefuck?” He groaned my name, making my dick throb in an entirely new way.
