We’re just outside of the shower’s spray, and I can smell him.
The faint hint of lime still on his lips from when he squeezed it into his drink earlier tonight.
Even the smell of his armpit as he strokes me is intoxicating, and that’s something I’ve never enjoyed on anyone else.
I’m crazy for him.
“Need to see you come for me,” he tells me, the side of his head softly colliding with the side of mine, hot and slightly damp from the mist. “Need you to come all over my hand and my cock, and then you’re going to use it to get me off, too.”
My heart soars.
He’s himself again.
No amount of bad days could ever stop him from having that delicious, bossy attitude.
His grip is firm and unrelenting, like he’s demanding that I come, expertly coaxing it out of me with every rough movement of his fingers.
“I fucking love it when you tell me what you want.”
I groan as he suddenly takes his hand off of my cock, leaving it throbbing and untouched between our bodies.
I can’t stop myself from pushing it forward up against his bare hip, stroking myself against his skin, searching for any amount of friction.
“I like it when you’re honest,” he says.
“Touch me again.”
I lean down and bite the top of his shoulder, right on the spot where his giant tattoo curves around toward his back.
“That’s better,” he says, and I feel his hand close around my cock again. I start bucking my hips into his fist, fucking his hand. I don’t care anymore. I can’t take it.
“Logan, I can be kind of a clingy boyfriend,” he says. “And I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you, so it’s going to be a lot. So you have to be honest with me, and tell me if I’m ever too much. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“And you have to come for me when I tell you to, baby. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to come,” he orders. “Come for me, Logan.”
He picks up his rhythm and tightens around me, and as I fuck into his fist, the rest of the world slips out of my grasp.
I want him so badly I can’t think.
I feel the rush of my orgasm build at the base of my groin and when Chase reaches his free hand up, clutching the back of my head and pushing my face into his neck, I lose control completely.
I moan against his skin as I come, spilling warmth all over his hand, my stomach, and the top of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “Oh fuck.”
He releases his grip on me and grabs his own stiff cock, bringing it up underneath mine, pressing them together for a moment.
He slides my cum all over himself, and I’m a little dizzy at how hot the sight of it is, watching him coat himself with me.
I’m wrapping my hand around him before I can even catch my breath.
It felt too good.
