He put a finger over my lips. “I told you I switch, and I want to make you feel good.” Moving his finger, he leaned down and kissed me—languid and without demand. It was so careful and so full of love, it almost scared me.
Because every drop of love he gave to me, I gave back. This man had my heart.
He leaned to the nightstand and grabbed the condom and lube and dropped them on the blanket next to us.
“Let me play?” he asked quietly.
“Of course,” I answered. I regretted the allowance almost immediately because in seconds I thought the man was going to kill me as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and rolled the other in his fingers.
And then I nearly died when I felt his finger graze over my hole. He stroked carefully, softly, a feathery touch that had me squirming and gasping and grabbing his hair.
He nibbled and licked his way down my body, twirling his tongue around my cock, licking his way up, and over and down, all while that finger teased me.
The man had me shaking and sweating.
He swallowed me whole and hummed while I was deep in his throat, forcing a stuttering gasp out of me that I had never heard before.
But instead of continuing there, he let me pop out of his mouth with a dirty sound, and went back to his journey down my body. His fist wrapped around my erection instead of playing at my nipples, but it wasn’t a hard grip, and not very serious.
Because in the next moment, his tongue circled around my balls and pulled one delicate orb into his mouth. He hummed again and it became very clear to me why all this was called a hummer.
Hot summer lightning raced up my spine and spiked in my brain. The climax was growing—and he had me leaping ahead when he switched to the other side of my sac.
“Shit,” I managed to hiss.
He pulled away and I wanted to beg him to come back and finish me. My dick was aching it was so hard, and I needed the relief.
And then he made me slap my hands over my mouth to keep the scream from echoing in the building—his tongue found the sensitive skin of my hole and danced over it. I could feel his smile on my skin, his lazy hand on my erection.
Chase feasted on me. I wanted more. I wrapped my hands around the back of my knees and pulled myself up and open for him.
“Greedy,” he whispered, the sensation of his hot breath making me gasp again.
“Fuck yes I am,” I answered, but I wasn’t sure that’s what came out of my mouth. I was pretty sure it was a line of incomprehensible gobbledygook.
He teased me, tracing over me time and again and then dipped inside me. I had to let go of one of my legs and cover my mouth again. This man was determined to make me scream and wake the building.
The cap on the lube snapped open and I was ready to tell him to call 911, because I was having the best death ever.
His tongue moved out of the way of his finger as he slipped it inside. There was a little burn, but he managed to find my prostate right away. I was near tears from the pleasure.
“No—Jesus, Joseph and Jehoshaphat, get your dick in me, Chase!” I cried.
His hand was gone from my cock and I heard the foil rip as he looked up at me. “You sure?”
“Oh, shit in Shinola, if you don’t get in me, I’m going to blow without you.”
“I should take more time…”
“No, Chase, no, fuck me already!”
He smirked as he rolled the condom on, spreading some more lube on himself and drizzling a few cold drops on my hole. Before I could yell at him again, he pressed himself against me and pushed lightly.
I should have let him stretch me more, but I just needed to feel him inside. The burn was uncomfortable, but he was slow, steady, and careful as he pushed in. He stopped when I grimaced, without me saying a thing, and finally, I felt his plump balls pressed against the flesh of my ass. He felt so fucking good, and I felt so fucking full of Chase.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste the faint dusky remains of me on his lips. I had never really liked that before, but this time…it was Chase, and I liked the way I tasted on his mouth.
“Good?” he asked.
