“Okay, but we have to make it fast,” I muttered.
Chase sounded giddy as he replied, “Deal.”
23
Chase
It wasn’tan exaggeration to say this was one of the best days of my life. Sex in the morning, homemade French toast for brunch, a dream business proposal, sharing gelato by the water with my boyfriend...
Everything I’d ever dreamed of rolled up in one beautiful package named Sagitta Sangkaew.
My body buzzed with excitement as we sat on the edge of the short pier. We huddled close, shoulder-to-shoulder for added security in case any stray peeping eyes were watching. But our secluded corner was quiet, as private as a public space could be.
“I can’t believe you agreed to this,” I said, half breathless already.
Sagitta huffed. “Me, neither.”
He moved with an archer’s precision as he reached for the bulge between my thighs. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to get it. I loved that about him. Especially because it felt so fucking good when his palm grazed me through my shorts.
“Shit,” I hissed.
He didn’t bother telling me to keep it down. Nobody was around. Still, I kept my voice in check so I wasn’t moaning loud enough to carry across the lake.
The sun dipped low on the horizon now, painting the sky in vivid pink and orange, with bluish violet right on its heels. It was a damn nice backdrop while my boyfriend touched my dick.
I snuggled closer to Sagitta, although we couldn’t get any closer without taking our clothes off. “Feels good,” I murmured.
He hummed in response. His hand cupped and stroked me gently.
“Fuck. Go under, please,” I begged under my breath.
His pale hand deftly undid my zipper and slipped inside. I gritted my teeth when he ground the heel of his palm against my bulge. I was straining in my boxer briefs now.
“This is crazy,” I said with a laugh. “Are we seriously doing this?”
Sagitta blew out a short breath. “With you, Chase? I’m doing a lot of things I never imagined doing.” His black eyes flicked up, met mine. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I couldn’t swallow my affectionate whimper in time. I dipped my forehead against his shoulder, burying myself in him.
“I love you,” I said. “So much.”
Sagitta’s hand paused. For a split second, he went totally still. Then he resumed breathing and touching me again.
In a hushed but confident voice, he said, “I love you, too.”
Every nerve in my body went haywire. I shut my eyes and I bit my lip hard as I came in my underwear. The aftershocks went on an embarrassingly long time for a five-minute handjob, but holy shit, did it feel incredible.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunset was indescribably beautiful.
Then I looked at Sagitta. He was even more beautiful.
After a moment, his smile was tinged with concern. “Chase, are you okay? You’re tearing up.”
“Huh?” When I wiped my arm across my eyes, I was surprised to feel wetness. “Oh. Yeah, I’m great. I just got emotional.”
When I smiled at him, he sighed in relief.
“You’re my first boyfriend, so I don’t know what’s normal or not,” he said.
