The sight of him coming undone above me, the feel of him pulsing in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue, is what sends me over the edge. I don’t even have to touch myself. My own orgasm rips through me, a violent, blinding wave of pleasure that leaves me shaking.
White ropes of cum are flying everywhere. All over our bodies. The sheets. The carpet. I’ve never come this much in my life. It feels like I’m being turned inside out. And through it all, I’m still sucking on him, milking him for every last drop.
Then Chase collapses on top of me, his full weight crushing me into the mattress. We’re a sticky, sweaty, cum-covered mess, and I’ve never felt more satisfied. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, my face buried in the crook of his neck and breathing in the scent of him.
We lie there for a little while, our bodies tangled together, our hearts pounding a frantic rhythm against each other’s chests. The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing.
But then there’s a voice. A female one, coming from the hallway. Right outside the door.
“You guys make me sick!” she shrieks, followed by the unmistakable thud of a fist against the door. “You deserve each other!”
Brittany. Of course.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Chase groans, not moving from his position on top of me. “Have you been listening this whole fucking time? That is next-level crazy, even for you.”
There’s no answer, just the sound of footsteps stomping down the hallway, then a final, distant shriek of “Assholes!”
Chase pushes himself up, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at me. “Well,” he says, a slow grin spreading across his face. “At least we don’t have to worry about her anymore.”
I look at him, at the goofy, triumphant grin, at the way his dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, at the lingering flush on his cheeks. I look at the cum drying on my chest, at the bruises already forming on my hips. I look at the wrecked state of the room, the laptop on the floor, the sheets in a tangled mess, the wet spots on the carpet.
And I start to laugh. Not a chuckle, but a full-on, belly-aching, gasping-for-air laugh. A laugh that’s been building inside me all day, a laugh that’s equal parts relief and hysteria and pure, unfiltered joy.
Chase joins in, and soon we’re both laughing like a pair of idiots, our bodies shaking with it, our breath coming in short, hitching gasps. It feels good. It feels fucking great. This release. This catharsis. It’s the perfect punctuation mark on the most insane day of my life.
When the laughter finally subsides, Chase rolls off me, landing on the bed with a soft thump. We lie there, side by side, staring up at the ceiling and catching our breath.
“So,” he says, after a minute. “You still think this was a terrible idea?”
I look at him, at the dark, serious eyes, the strong jaw, the perfect, kissable lips.
“It was,” I say, and I watch his face fall, just for a second. “It was theworstidea.” Then I reach out and cup his cheek, my thumb stroking the rough stubble. “And it was the best fucking idea you could have had.”
A lazy smile spreads across Chase’s face, replacing the momentary shadow of doubt. He doesn’t say anything, just turns his head and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my palm. It’s such a tender, surprisingly intimate gesture that it makes my chest ache. I’ve had this guy’s dick in my ass and down my throat, but this simple kiss on the hand feels somehow more significant.
“Do you still want to go to the formal with me?” I ask. “Even now we know we don’t have a charade to keep up?”
Chase props his head up on his hand and looks at me. “Are you kidding? Now wereallyhave to go. But for a completely different reason.” He nudges me with his knee. “I get to show everyone my date. And I get to dance with you. And maybe if I play my cards right, I’ll get a blowjob in the bathroom at the end of the night.”
I flush, a heat creeping up my neck. The thought of doing that, of being with him in a public space, of being his date, is equal parts thrilling and terrifying. “What about the team? Won’t they freak out?”
“I’ll tell them what I told you,” he says. “I don’t know what it is about you, Finn. All I know is that I want to find out. If they have a problem with that, they can fuck right off.” He leans in and gives me a quick, hard kiss. “Besides, a lot of them will probably be jealous. You’re a hot piece of ass.”
I laugh, shoving him playfully. “Look who’s talking.”
He winks, then pushes himself off the bed. “I’m a mess. You’re a mess. This room is a crime scene. I think it’s shower time.” He holds out a hand. “You comin’?”
I let him pull me to my feet, my legs a little wobbly. My body feels used, in the best possible way. Every muscle is pleasantly sore, a dull, satisfying ache. I can feel him inside me still, a phantom fullness, a ghost of the pleasure that tore through me.
“Lead the way,” I say, and he does, lacing his sticky fingers through mine.
EPILOGUE
The bell above the door jingles when we walk into Brightstone Jewelers. Now that the holiday rush is over, the store is almost empty, save for the middle-aged woman browsing the rings in the glass cabinet and the bored-looking sales clerk hovering nearby.
Chase and I walk up to the counter just as Deb emerges from the back office carrying a stack of boxes. She sets them down and looks up, her face breaking into a wide smile when she sees us.
“Oh. The young men with the matching orders.” She adjusts her reading glasses. “I was wondering if I’d see you two again. Did your… friend… enjoy her presents?”
