“So do you,” I manage to gasp out. “Your cock… it’s so big.”
He lets out a strangled laugh. “You like that big cock, don’t you? You like having it stretch your little ass?”
“God, yes,” I whimper, my head thrown back, my throat exposed. “I love it. I love your big cock.”
“When’d you figure this was gonna happen?” he asks, punctuating the question with a brutal, deep thrust.
My mind reels, trying to grab a coherent thought from the swirling chaos of sensation. “What? When?”
“Yeah. When did you know we were going to fuck?”
I have to think, to dig through the fog of lust. “Chase?—”
“C’mon, Finn. You can tell me. We’re past playing games here, don’t you think?”
“Right now, I can’t think about anything else,” I pant, my hips rising to meet his next thrust. “My brain is offline.”
“For me, it was right after she left,” he confesses. “After she slammed the door. I looked at you, sitting on my bed, all hurt and angry and defiant, and I thought, ‘I want to fuck him.’”
My dick twitches at his words. “You did?”
“Yeah. I wanted to wipe that sad look off your face. Replace it with this one.” He reaches down and palms my ass, pulling me closer, deeper. “The one that says you’re getting your ass properly fucked.”
“Mission accomplished,” I choke out.
“You look so good like this,” he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over me. “All flushed and sweaty. And you know, I’ve never been into guys. Ever. I’ve always been straight as hell. But you… there’s something about you I can’t even explain.” He shifts his weight, changing the angle of his thrusts. “Seeing you with my cock in your mouth… that was a game-changer. But this… being inside you…fuck. I could get used to this.”
I could get used to this, too. I could get very, very used to this. But I can’t bring myself to say it. The words are too big, too heavy, too real. So I show him instead, wrapping my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper, showing him that I want everything he has to give.
And he gives it. He fucks me with a fierce intensity that borders on violent. Balls clapping against my ass. The headboard punching a rhythm into the wall. The light on thedesk rattling. The laptop sliding off the bed and onto the floor with a muffled thud we both ignore.
I’m lost. Adrift in a sea of sensation. There’s only the feel of him inside me, the heat of his body, the sound of his harsh breathing in my ear. I’m a ship tossed in a storm, and he’s the captain, steering me through the churning waves, toward a destination I can’t see but can feel getting closer with every passing second.
It’s the most present I’ve ever felt in my entire life. There’s no past, no future. Just now. This moment. His cock in my ass, his breath on my skin, his heart pounding against my chest. And the thought hits me, out of nowhere, that I’ve never been this present with Brittany. Or anyone else. My mind was always somewhere else, thinking about what I was going to say next, or wondering if I was doing it right, or mentally composing a text to a friend.
But with Chase, there’s none of that. There’s no room for anything else. There are only his arms around me, his body inside mine, his lips against my throat.
We move together like a well-oiled machine, each of us instinctively knowing what the other needs. When he changes the angle, I tilt my hips. When he speeds up, I dig my heels into his back. When he slows down, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close.
The pleasure is building, coiling deep in my belly, a tight knot of heat that’s getting tighter and tighter. My dick is trapped between us, the friction of our bodies a constant, delicious tease. I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my nails scraping down his back.
“Me too,” he grunts. “So fucking close.”
“Come in my mouth,” I blurt out, surprising myself. I can’t bear the thought of this ending inside a condom.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“You’re fucking greedy for it, aren’t you? You want it all, don’t you?”
“Every last drop.”
“Fuck, Finn, I’m gonna—” he groans, pulling out of me so fast it leaves me feeling empty and gaping. He rips the condom off, and then he’s straddling my chest, pushing the head of his cock against my lips.
I open wide, and the first hot, salty spurt hits the back of my throat. He comes with a hoarse shout, his body shuddering, his hands fisted in my hair. I swallow and swallow, trying to keep up with the flood, but it’s too much. It spills from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest.
