I retreated, and he hopped off the table. With one hand pressed between his ass cheeks, he looked around the dimly lit kitchen area. I pointed at the bathroom door.
“Thanks,” he said, and walked away, closing himself in there.
Nobody had the right to look sexy and graceful while trying to keep a load of cum from leaking out of their asshole. But Jay pulled it off.
Still breathless, I plonked on the kitchen chair.
Holy shit.
It had been, no contest, the best orgasm of my life.
CHAPTER 3
Jay
I shouldn’t have given Chase my number.
Chase:Thinking of you. How was your day?
Me:Nice for once. Weekends are family time. What about you?
Chase:Working. But it’s been a good shift. When can I see you again?
I should say no. It would be the reasonable thing to do. And yet…
Chase was an Adonis of a man, with expressive hazel eyes, fucking dimples in his cheeks, his thick brown hair in a tangled mess, and a light tan covering his model-perfect body.
When he had walked with me to his home, those gray sweatpants had drawn my eyes to his plump dick, and damn. By the time he’d let me into his apartment, I’d been wet and ready.
I had been burned enough times not to let a pretty face fool me. But I now carried the memories of Chase’s magnificent cock and the inhuman strength with which he’d pounded me through a chain of orgasms, and that was a different level of temptation. How he moved, his chiseled abs rippling, the pressure deep inside me, the raw pleasure flaring from where his firm cockhead pressed against the mouth to my womb, and that final full-body climax on his damned kitchen table…
I tried not to think about him in public because it made me ache. How could I say no to a repeat ofthat?
I should be honest with him, and maybe he’d give up.
Me:I enjoyed myself last time, but I don’t think it can become anything more than that.
His reply came in a minute.
Chase:I’m fine with just sex. I’m not looking for a relationship right now, but I’m really into you, and I think we have great chemistry. I’d like to see you again.
I didn’t have the self-control required, dammit! I began typing.
Me:This is not a good idea…
I deleted that one.
Me:Thank you, you’re really great, but…
Delete, delete, delete.
My phone buzzed in my hands with another message.
Chase:Please, say yes. I loved making you come.
I would cave. I would run to his place and spread my legs for him right now if I could.
The boy fucked like a demon.
