“So, one and done?” I pant against the shell of his ear, biting his lobe, which makes him shiver.
“Twice is nice,” Chase replies, his words coming out in ragged gulps. And then a devilishly sheepish smile hits those lips of his that feel so good around my cock, and he shrugs. “I’m not in the mood for logic tonight.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
The elevator opens into his loft. “Let me show you.”
Our clothes are like breadcrumbs, dropping in a haphazard line across the loft and up the stairs until we’re face-to-face at the end of his massive bed, both buck naked. I’m excited we made it to the bed this time. Gives me more ways to work him out of my system. Because this has got to be it for us. Trevor always had an excuse for why no one could know about us and I put up with way too many of them. Not again.
His hands move over my shoulders and down my chest and towards my stomach. “You are in incredible shape.”
“Farming,” I say because it’s literally my only real exercise besides fucking up at the bar. I step into him, his hands falling away as I pull him flush against me. He lets out a little murmur of a groan. “And you? Marketing and PR isn’t exactly a physical career. You still swim?”
“I do,” he whispers, his lips ghosting my collarbone. “After I teach.”
“You teach swimming?” I ask but honestly, I don’t care. All I care about is the feel of his ass under my palms and the way his cock is pressing against my hip.
“Aquafit,” he murmurs. “At the community center.”
A visual of Chase, in swim trunks, buff body on display, bouncing around in front of a pool full of little old ladies has a laugh exploding from me before I can stop it. He pulls back and smirks at me like he was expecting it. “Sorry, but I’ve been to the rec center and it’s all seniors all the time. And aquafit? Like water aerobics?”
“It’s great for seniors and like you said, that’s who goes there,” he replies as his hands begin moving again, sliding over my bare ass to my hips. “I waive my teaching fee so anyone can come, regardless of income.”
“That’s unbelievably generous of you. I’ve never fucked an aquafit instructor before, much less a generous one,” I whisper and then before he can answer, I push him back on the bed.
I crawl over him. When my hands are planted just above his shoulders, I dip down and capture his mouth in a kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth and grows even more wild when I drop my hips onto his and our erections press together. Chase’s hands reach up and tangle in my hair. I can’t stop rolling my hips because the friction is so fucking good. But then he tugs on my hair, pulling our mouths apart just enough to speak. “I…. I umm… can’t sleep with you.”
Everything in my body kind of freezes. There is no way I misinterpreted him. He wants me. I want him. I’m confused and so I just blink a lot, but I nod. Because I’m not an asshole. If he’s changing his mind, I’ll respect it. I start to lift myself off him, but he isn’t letting go of my head. His hands are still buried in my hair. His eyes look dark and conflicted. “I just don’t… I don’t have condoms in the house.”
“Oh.” I relax a little. “I thought you were changing your mind about me.”
He pushes his hips up, his cock still as hard as stone pokes my belly. “My mind and my dick are one hundred and ten percent Team Bowen. No take-backs.”
“So… we get creative.” I smile and slowly he begins to smile back. “I like creative.”
I kiss him again and for a long, luxurious time we just make-out and grind together. It’s making me feel like a wide-eyed, heart-open teenager again and it’s wildly addictive. Finally I can’t handle it anymore and I move off his body, lying next to him on the huge and incredibly comfortable bed. Chase runs a hand over my shoulder and down my arm. “I want to suck you off again.”
“I am not turning that down,” I reply but stop him when he tries to slide down the bed to my aching cock. “But first, I want to do something to you…”
“Okay.” He doesn’t look like it’s okay. He suddenly looks very cautious. It hits me, like a freight train, that this guy is closeted, which may mean he’s also very inexperienced. His blow job skills say otherwise but then again that might be the extent of his explorations. I really want to be the one to change that and I hope that doesn’t make me an asshole. It’s not just that he’s gorgeous and charming and I’m lonelier than I realized. It’s because I really actually like him, at least what I know of him.
“You have any lube?”
He nods. “Night table.”
I roll onto my belly and reach across the space he vacated on the bed. I open the sleek wood drawer and there’s the lube and also a couple toys, including a vibrating prostate massager. Chase isn’t as inexperienced as I thought and my dick gets harder thinking about him using it. And then it gets impossibly hard thinking about me using itonhim. But judging by the look that passed over his face earlier, that’s not going to happen tonight. So I only grab the lube.
I pull myself to a sitting position, my back against his massive headboard, and wiggle my finger at him. “Come here. You’re too far away.”
He gets closer, but that look of concern is inching its way back onto his face. I cup the side of his face and pull him in for another kiss, but I keep it light. “Lie down and let me enjoy you. And if you don’t enjoy it like I know I will be just say it. No harm, no foul.”
He presses his mouth to mine. I kiss him back, trying to make him more promises with my mouth. He starts to relax, and slowly but surely he ends up on his back and, when I’m sure the hesitation is gone from his face I lower my mouth to his cock. Chase’s dick is slightly longer than mine but a little less thick. He’s cut, so I take just that perfect mushroom tip into my mouth, his pre-cum coating my tongue as it swirls over him. He lets out a small moan. “Don’t stop.”
“Touch yourself,” I tell him, my voice so deep I almost don’t recognize it. I flip open the top on the lube as I watch him fist his cock and give it a slow tug. He reaches up with his other hand and tucks it under his head, his eyes watching my every move but with curiosity now, not concern. I hold my own cock and squeeze some lube onto it.
“You’re going to… get yourself off?” he questions. His hand is doing just that as he talks and, fuck it’s creating a fire in my belly. I pay careful attention to his rhythm and pressure so I can mimic it with my mouth in a minute.
“Yeah,” I smile. “Or you can do it while I do it to you.”
