I slid in until half my cock filled his hole.
His grip loosened.
His hand fell away.
I slid the rest of the way inside him.
“Fuck! You’re so—” He cut off as I pulled back and shoved into him again. Not hard,but not slow or gentle, either.
I slid back and thrust again, a little harder.
Then again, harder.
Then faster.
Over and over, until I was towering over him, his legs high above my shoulders, slamming into him as hard and fast as my body allowed.
The room was an oven.
Sweat rolled off my back and chest, dripping onto his unmarred skin.
“Chase! Don’t fucking stop. I want you to fill me! Fucking harder!”
I scooted forward, grabbed the spare pillow, and shoved it under him, then slammed my cock as deep as I could.
“Oh, fuck! That’s the spot. Fuck me, Chase! Right there!”
My mind was a blur. My body was on fire. All I could think or feel was Chase, his body, his ass, my cock. I drove myself into him again and again.
The headboard slammed against the wall.
I didn’t care.
I needed this.
I needed Finn.
I needed to—
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted between thrusts. “I’m gettingclose.”
“Do it!” Finn growled. “Fill me up, Chase.”
I grabbed his cock and stroked, while I pushed harder and deeper.
His hole clenched, a death grip on my cock, and I knew he was close.
My hand moved faster.
His abs clenched.
His head lolled from one side to the other.
Then he cried out, and the first stream shot free, coating his abs.
“Don’t fucking stop!” he shouted.
By the time the first wave hit me, he had stilled. His eyes wide, he watched as my back straightened, and every part of my body tensed.
