Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
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.
I need to be able to make him feel even a fraction of how good it was. I switch up the angle so I can get the best hold on his cock, and something about having him in my hand always feels more intimate than every time I’ve kneeled for him.
I move a little lower as I slowly start to stroke his cock, breathing deep at the crook of his arm again, because I can’t get enough of how he smells.
He lifts up his arm a little, gazing down at me.
“You into that?” he asks.
“No,” I protest. “But apparently I can’t control what turns me on when it comes to you.”
“You like how I smell,” he taunts me. “I like how you smell.”
I move up toward his face again, speaking close to his ear. “I’m always fresh as a fucking daisy, and you’re well aware of that.”
He turns and gives my neck a little bite. “Are you saying I smell bad?”
“No. You smell fucking incredible.”
He hums. “Grip my cock harder than that.”
I oblige. I realize that he’s even closer than I thought, and he falls against me as he comes.
All at once, I’m certain of something.
I could never get sick of him.
I want this forever, and I don’t care if it feels crazy to think so.
“No energy drinks?”
“Of course not,” I tell him, looking over at him the next morning as he opens my fridge. “Actually, I don’t have anything here right now, because I’ve been in New York. You want to walk to the store down the hill with me? We can grab whatever you want.”
He hums.
He’s still shirtless, with navy blue sweatpants slung around his waist, and the way it highlights his lower abs should be illegal, it’s so sexy.
“I’m surprised you aren’t telling me how unhealthy energy drinks are.”
“I think they probably cause more anxiety than they fix sleepiness, but you do you, Chase.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. I’d rather have the Logan Special. Green juice alongside a cold brew.”
“I’m rubbing off on you, aren’t I?”
“God, I hope so, because I love it when you rub off on me.”
He laughs, and a minute later he goes to toss on a loose tank top and join me back in the kitchen. “Let’s head to that store.”
The walk down the sloping road is peaceful with Chase.
“I’ve always loved the winding roads here,” I tell him. “It’s a good ass workout, too.”
“You don’t need another ass workout. How could your ass get any better?”
“Now you’re just buttering me up.”
“I mean, hopefully. Maybe literally, later.”
I give him a little shove as he laughs, and I pull him close for a little kiss. “Why would someone use anything other than the lube literally made for it?”
“Because butter is fun?”
“And a food item.”
“That reminds me, I need to drench you in whipped cream and take pictures of you in it, like those hot old 90s photoshoots. And don’t you dare say whipped cream is bad for me, because I will be licking it off of you.”