I nod. “Yes. More than okay. Very, very good. You?”
His big body is sprawled over mine, and I see half a smile turn up the corner of his mouth. “Good. Yeah.”
He looks proud of himself.
Fuck. He’s so fucking cute.
I stroke the side of his face. “More kissing?”
Chase chuckles. “Fuck yeah.”
I grab his shoulders and pull him back down, and our bodies crash together as we make out. I can feel him everywhere, warm like the fire on my skin. We land side by side on the grass, kissing and groping at each other, and then he has me on top of him again. He places me there, and I drag my ass over his hard cock while I lean down to kiss him back.
“Do you understand how hot you are?” I ask.
“Should have seen yourself chopping that wood.”
I lay my hand on his chest and bite my lip. “If you keep complimenting my wood-chopping, you’re going to make my cock leak.”
Chase rubs my thighs and grunts.
“What?” I ask with a laugh. “Dirty talk too much for a straight guy’s first time?”
“No. It’s just…” His eyes find my crotch. “That’s really hot.”
I throw myself against his strength for another kiss, burying my tongue in his mouth. Hearing Chase say that my leaking cock is hot is more than I can handle. “Here,” I gasp, pulling his hand to my crotch. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Chase gropes my erection with his big hand, relieving the need that’s been making me ache since I started feeding him chocolate. He palms my cock, and I grab his, squeezing his shaft through his shorts.
“Fuck.” He groans and spins me to the bumpy ground. Chase glances out over the lake, making sure no one is coming, and then he grabs the waistband of my shorts. “Can I?”
I kiss him, long and wet, and kick my shoes off. “Please.”
Chase’s strong hands pull my shorts off in one swift motion. I’m in a pair of blue briefs with a red waistband, and my erection strains at the fabric.
Tentatively, a little uncertain, Chase touches me. He presses his palm to my cock and drags his fingers down my length, his face tight with concentration. Then he looks up, our gazes meet, and we fall back into it.
We’re kissing and rolling on the grass, the night air warm on my skin. We undress each other, and Chase grunts and groans, these cute little animal sounds escaping whenever I grope him or bite his lip.
Naked, I bury my face in his armpit, huffing his musky scent, then drag my tongue across his chest. I’ve got Chase down to his boxers, and when I pull them off, his fat, veiny cock slaps against his abs. Crawling on top of him, I realize I’m sweating and gasping for breath.
“Whoa,” he says.
I laugh. “Whoa?”
He pushes himself up on his elbow and points up to the sky behind me. “The moon.”
When I glance up, I see the bright half-moon, shining above us, and stars dotting the sky.
“Oh,” I say. “Whoa.”
“I’ve never done something like this outside.”
“Me neither.” The sky is so striking, I have to tear my eyes away, but there’s a much better reward stretched out beneath me anyway.
Chase is looking at me with this strange sincerity in his eyes. I’m used to lusty encounters and greedy stares, but there’s something about the way his face crumples and his lips part that melts me. It’s not that he wants to fuck me, although I can see he does.
He’s looking at me like he thinks I’m beautiful.
