Cubby
I sit beside Chase,s’more number four in my sticky hands. We’re on the grass by the fire, and he sits there patiently while I break the gooey treat in two and feed him half.
Chocolate drizzles onto his beard, and he licks it up with his fat tongue. A quiver of pleasure warms me from deep inside, and when I purr to let it out, I can tell he likes the sound.
“Damn,” he says, then licks his thumb. “You’re gonna give me a sugar high, Cubby.”
I laugh and bite down on my s’more half. “I keep telling you. It’s foreplay.”
“I’m still not sure I get how.”
I drag my eyes down to his crotch. He’s wearing a loose pair of canvas shorts, made for working in, and the whole time I’ve tortured him with s’mores and delayed our hookup, I’ve watched his erection ache against the tough fabric. “Oh, I think you do know how.”
He chuckles and turns his eyes away, shy. Chase might have thought that s’more eating was a low-key, casual activity, but I’m on a goddamn roll here, and I intend to drag every ounce of delicious anticipation out of this night.
He looks back at me, and there’s something stronger in his eyes now. As I lean in closer, he parts his legs, putting his bulge on full display. I can tell he’s uncertain about it, but he pushes through his hesitancy.
I gasp and cover my eyes. “Oh my,” I say, then part my fingers to peek.
Chase grins. The light of the fire flickers across his features, and behind him, the growing moon shines down on the lake. “Smartass,” he teases back.
Fuck, this is going to be fun. I usually wouldn’t even consider hooking up with a straight guy, knowing they’ll be inexperienced. And I find that wholeOh dear God, what does it mean if I suck a cock?existential crisis to be boring, not hot. But somehow, I’m certain it’s going to be different with Chase.
I shove the last of the s’more in my mouth, savoring the sweetness, then climb on top of him. Chase is leaning back on his hands with his legs out, so I straddle him, climbing up face-to-face. He holds my weight easily, and I feel his hard cock against my thigh.
“To answer your question,” I tell him, “when you know you’re about to hook up, everything is foreplay.” I swipe my finger across his lip, where a dot of melted marshmallow waits, then lick the sugar off. “And food is inherently erotic. Always, if you ask me.”
Chase swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His hand lands on my side, feeling up my hip, and he moves underneath me, finding the friction between our bodies. “I’ve never thought of it that way. But hell, I never need an excuse to eat.”
I grin and match his rhythm. I’m hard and twitching in my shorts, but I don’t relieve myself with a touch. I just ride his cock between my legs, arching my back as I drag my ass over him.
Chase’s face crumples. “Oh,” he gasps and squeezes my side. “Should we go inside?”
I glance over my shoulder. The lake is quiet and dark, and the only house in sight is the one with Meg in it. “Or we could stay out here? There’s no one around, right?”
Chase’s brow tightens, his forehead wrinkling. “Outside?” he asks, and I feel his cock throb.
“Or whatever you’re comfortable with,” I add quickly. “Inside works too.” I stop riding him and reach out to cup his face, then trace my fingers over his coarse beard. It would be fun to jump right into this, but I need to make sure he’s comfortable and not just trying to please me by going along. “I’m more than satisfied with hands, but we can try oral and anal if you want too. I brought lube and condoms with me.” I offer him an open smile. “How about you?”
“How about me?” he asks, sounding a bit uncertain.
“What do you want to do? You’re the one having your first time with another man, after all.”
The fire crackles as Chase seems to ponder this carefully. “I don’t think anyone’s asked me that before,” he answers, his voice deep and even with sincerity. “Outside sounds…hot. But I’m not sure how to answer your question.”
Sometimes Chase says something that just breaks my heart. He’s so kind, and he should have someone special to show him a good time in bed. I wish for his sake that he’d at least had a chance to consider this before.
My chest aching, I stroke his beard. “You don’t have to know the answer to my question,” I assure him. “All you have to do is kiss me.”
Chase leans up fully. Our faces are only a couple of inches apart, and when he doesn’t kiss me right away, the anticipation erupts like a lightning storm. I want him so bad, I’m not sure I can take it a second longer, and I almost throw myself against him and kiss him first.
But then it happens. Chase takes the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, and pulls me into a kiss. His mouth closes softly over mine, and our beards spark together. With just enough force, his tongue pushes into my mouth, and he pulls gently on my hair as I meet him, tasting his sugary spit.
We move together. Our tongues meet again, and I fall against him. Chase catches me as we tumble to the grass. I’m in his bear hug as he lays me onto the uneven ground, kissing me deeper, but still slow.
My breath catches. “Chase,” I manage, my voice breaking.
He pulls back. “Is this okay?”
