“Tell me. I’m curious.”
“What was the question again?” I breathe. “What am I thinking about?”
“Mhm.”
“You,” I tell him. “I’m thinking aboutyou, and I knowyou’re damn well aware of it. I’m thinking that you’re teasing me on purpose?—”
I break off as he takes me into his mouth again, and it’s like he’s desperately trying to get me to fail at the one rule he gave me.
He’s trying to make me slip up and come, despite the fact that he gave me his latest tyrannical ruling earlier, demanding that I don’t finish until he says
He takes me as deep as he can. For his first time, he takes my cock well. He doesn’t get my whole shaft past his throat, but I couldn’t care less about that right now when I’m struggling not to let myself let go into his mouth.
I buck upward a little into his mouth and he looks up like he’s challenging me to do it again. One of his hands comes up to cup my balls and give them a little tug, nudging me a little closer to orgasm, and I reach down to thread my fingers through his hair.
I let my thumb run back and forth over the side of his head. As usual, he moans softly at the touch, leaning his head into my hand for more. He gets more confident with his mouth a minute later and tries taking me all the way to the hilt.
He keeps me there for a moment before pulling off, catching his breath.
“How the hell do you do that so well?” he asks, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. “You practically choked on my cock, but I feel like I’m dying just from one moment of that.”
“Gets easier with practice.”
He inhales, pushing a lock of his hair back with one hand, then goes back down like it’s a challenge.
He tries to take me deep again, and again, letting himself break for air periodically. Suddenly I’m watching him get better at it in real time, and it feels too good.
I grip the side of his head harder. “Chase, that’s too good.”
He holds up a finger at me, telling me to stop. He slows his pace on my cock, laying a frustratingly slow stripe from my base to my tip, slowing it down.
He pulls off fully and looks up at me.
His lips are slick. His hair is even more messed up from the way I’ve been running my hand through it, and the look in his eyes is serene.
“You can come in my mouth,” he says simply.
Oh God.
I didn’t expect that on his first time but it seems like Chase is willing to follow his curiosity to the end. He goes back down and grips my base with his fist as he drops his mouth over me again.
My lower stomach goes molten as he tugs at me. It’s almost better that his motions are unpracticed. I can’t figure out what he’s going to do next, and one moment he’s flicking his tongue over my tip and the next he’s trying to deep throat me again. His hands are fuckingeverywhere, all over my thighs, then cradling my balls, then wrapping around the base of my cock to give me a stroke.
It’s a wild combination of sensations.
I watch the way his hand looks so strong as he moves his fist on me, over and over again, while his mouth takes care of the tip. He keeps glancing up at me from under his lashes and every time his eyes hit mine, I’m closer.
It’s too good.
I can’t hold it back any longer.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I feel myself coming all at once, and the wave that had been threatening suddenly comes crashing down.
I let go in his mouth and he clamps down around me, swallowing as I come, kneading one hand on the top of my hip as he strokes me through it.
It’s too much.
My whole body is hot. Slowly Chase pulls up and looks at me, one side of his mouth coming up in a wry smile.
