He’s looking at me like I’m the damn moon.
I shift my weight, crawling forward, and dangle my hand over his cock. “Can I play with you?” I ask sweetly.
Chase nods. “Yeah.”
I wrap my hand around his shaft. He’s longer than me and thicker, but not by much. He’s cut, unlike me, and I feel the flare of his crown. I drag my hand lightly up and down his meaty shaft, exploring how he reacts, then play with his balls.
“Cubby,” Chase grunts. His body tenses beneath me.
We stare at each other, both breathing hard. I can feel the energy in the air, like the night has come alive.
“Here,” I say. I take his hand and place it on my cock. “Play with me.”
Chase starts exploring my cock, and I see a wave of pleasure come over his expression, his eyes rolling back, his mouth twisting. I fumble for my bag and lube my hand and his, then go back to exploring him myself. I fist his cock and stroke him and feel the surging heat as he strokes me in rhythm.
Chase throws an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him. “Cubby. Cubby. Cubby,” he repeats, like he’s in a trance.
Our sweaty, hairy chests rub together. Both our fists are trapped between us. I can barely get a grip on him, so I bounce my hips, using the full pressure and friction of our bodies, thrusting against each other.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, humping Chase and kissing desperately at his neck. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah,” he grunts, grinding back against me. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
“You like my cock?”
Chase sucks in a breath. “Yeah,” he groans. “Fucking love it.”
I shift my weight, getting our cocks right up against each other, and then jerk my hips. I ride my slick shaft up and down his length, my face still buried at his neck, and an orgasm nearly erupts through me.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, humping him harder for the full-body contact. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Oh fuck!” Chase squeezes me tight, chest to chest. He starts humping me back, his strength shaking my body like an earthquake as he holds me to him. “Going to come!”
I think we’re both screaming, but I’m not sure because the universe rips open. My nerves ignite, and the rub of skin on skin feeds my hammering orgasm. I try to hold it together, to last as long as I can for Chase’s sake, but I explode, coming as hard as I’ve ever come before.
“Cubby!” Chase roars, spraying his load. We flood each other, shooting jet after jet of white, sticky cum, until I collapse in his arms.
I let out a shuddering breath, reality slowly coming back into focus. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit,” Chase agrees.
The cum makes a sticky pool between us. I start to roll off him to clean up, thinking he’ll be grossed out once the orgasm fades, but Chase tightens his embrace, keeping me there. “Wait,” he says with a shaky breath. “I need a minute.”
“Of course.” I didn’t expect tender, but apparently, he’s even more of a sweetheart after sex than he is before. I press a kiss to his cheek. “That was really hot.”
He gives me a relieved smile. “Yeah? I liked it too.”
“Not that I’m surprised.” I kiss his other cheek. “You’re good with your hands, after all.”
Chase chuckles. “You too.” He reaches up and pushes some of my hair out of my face, tucking it back. “Listen. I know it’s probably not the way you do things, but if you want to spend the night, you’re welcome.”
My breath disappears. I actually do want to, and it would be the easiest thing to say yes right now. But I’m already walking on a tightrope with my crush here, and I’m pretty certain a sleepover would be the easiest way to get both of our feelings confused.
No use in pretending I’m available for more than I truly am.
“That’s really nice,” I say. “And you, Chase, are a total and true gentleman. But I’m afraid I can’t.”
He looks like he’s trying to hide his disappointment, which tugs on my heart even more than if he’d just admitted he was let down.
“That doesn’t mean I have to run away immediately,” I add. “If you wanted to, for example, lie naked by the fire for a while, I would be down with that.”
“Oh yeah? That could work.”
I wiggle down, finding a more comfortable spot in the crook of his arm. “Perfect,” I say, and instead of babbling on more, I smile to myself and listen to the lake and the forest, the sounds Chase listens to every night of his life.
Even if I need to go home tonight, I’m happy to linger in his world while I can.
