The Boss

Chapter 25

Jamie

I’d acted on instinct, driving to Chaz’s rather than Frenchie’s where I would be expected to show up. Discretion and honoring my best friend’s wish for space could go to hell.

Seeing Josh and Kyle kiss in front of the entire town, coming out loud and proud to tell the world who they loved, had hit me like a bullet to the chest. My heart had stalled out, and my breath ripped from my lungs.

Lifting my focus to Chaz right where I’d somehow known he’d be, I found his gaze promising me we had both secretly wanted the same back then—and now.

Intense ache didn’t begin to describe the draw toward him, the need to claim him reminiscent of how my players had each other. Chaz was always meant to be mine, and even though circumstances had led to the passing of miserable years apart, we were both finally in a place where nothing physical stood between us.

And neither of us were at fault for that truth.

His hazel gaze had latched onto mine, desire flaring, burning through my groin and causing goose bumps to break out over my entire body. There was no question he experienced the exact same need as I did. Yearning etched on his face, his parted lips waiting to be tasted. Pink cheeks begged for my hands to cradle them with the tenderness he deserved.

Desire had dictated my actions, and his face upon opening his front door had lit me up inside as quickly as his hands had yanked me over the threshold.

“Want your dick, Chaz,”

I whispered hotly against his mouth, getting straight to the point because we’d waited long enough.

“Jesus.”

He gulped and ground against my hard length, fingertips digging into my ass. “Fuck, yes.”

I forced my hands off him only to yank my fleece off overhead, taking my shirt along with it. We came together again, and I tore at his worn T-shirt until it ripped down the middle, allowing me to touch his skin.

Groaning over the heat of his chest against mine, I ran my hands over his back as he did the same to me, both of us grabbing hold of each other’s ass cheeks at the same time. I considered the bedroom for all of two seconds but dismissed the thought of the bed he’d shared with his wife.

Kicking off my shoes, I tried to keep our lips plastered together. Didn’t want to give him space or any downtime to rethink where we were headed either.

He pushed off his jeans with shaking hands and stumbled in his haste to kick them away along with his shoes. I finished stripping first and squeezed the base of my granite-like cock, pausing to look him over fully for the first time without having to hide how the sight of him affected me.

Pale skin, blemish-free, stretched over muscle and bone. His build was a little more slender than my own but no less sexy in my mind. A trail of dark hair started at his navel and spread downward, untrimmed and wild around the base of his dick. Pre-cum pearled at the slit and slid along his length as I stared. He was a leaker, and I needed a taste.

I snagged his balls and dropped to my knees, diving onto his dick without warning.

“Oh fuck—Jamie!”

Chaz grasped at my hair and yanked me closer, his hips thrusting to stuff my mouth full. His cockhead lodged in my throat, and I swallowed, unable to groan over how perfect he felt on my tongue, the salty tang of him coating my taste buds. “My God…Jesus. Fuck—sorry.”

He jerked back, but I moved with him, taking him into my throat again, hungry as fuck for his dick.

A deep groan rumbled from both of us.

“G-Gonna come if you don’t stop,”

he panted, and I slowly backed off, tongue laving over the vein running up the length of his shaft.

A quick little suckle on his slit, and I crawled around him on hands and knees toward the couch. Kneeling on the edge, arms along the back, I presented my ass. “Fuck me, Chaz. My ass is yours to do with what you want—always has been.”

“I-I don’t have any lube.”

A rush of air left my lungs as I realized I wasn’t a hundred precent sure he’d be into fucking me like this.

“I can take you without it.”

I spat on my hand and reached around my backside, smearing the slickness over my hole.

Chaz cursed, shuffling closer as I spat for more.

“Put your hands on me,”

I said, pushing two fingers into my ass as deep as I could. “Spread me open.”

Warm palms clasped my cheeks, and he groaned as I arched my back to show him where I needed him, sliding my fingers in and out of my ass.

“Spit on my hole,”

I ordered. “Get me good and wet.”

“Jesus, Jamie.”

“Do it.”

A glob of warm wetness hit my crack and dripped over my taint. I gathered his spit, shoving it up my hole.

The head of his cock brushed over my hand, and a whimper escaped me.

The need to be filled had never been so great or consuming. I pulled my fingers out of my ass and wrapped my hand around his stiff length.

Goddamn, my man was a leaking faucet—good news for me.

I smeared his pre-cum over his shaft, getting him slick. Wouldn’t work as well as lube, but here we were, and I was done waiting. Situating his firmed tip at my hole, I bore down, pushing onto him.

He popped through my ring, and I hissed, holding still.

Hands clasped at my hips in a sudden death grip, fingertips digging into flesh. “Fucking hell.”

Chaz groaned the words and shuddered hard.

Goose bumps erupted over me as I focused on where he split open my body, the sting everything I’d hoped for and more.

“Fill me up, Chaz. Want every inch of you shoved up my ass,”

I said the second I was ready to take more. “Need you in me. Please,”

I begged, not giving two shits I revealed my desperation to finally be with him.

Another curse spilled off Chaz’s lips, but he pushed forward, slow and steady, until his groin kissed my cheeks. Still, he shoved as though desperate to go deeper, pressing my chest into the back of the couch.

Fuck. Yes.

I moaned, my ass stinging. It’d been too goddamned long since I’d been with a man, and the raw ache and discomfort of being stuffed too quickly electrified me.

Chaz, my best friend, the man I’d loved forever was finally inside me, owning me in ways no man had ever done. There would never be anyone else. Ever.

Shivers raced over my skin again. I was a live wire ready to explode, sparks igniting along my nerve endings.

“So goddamn tight.”

He groaned, his fingertips digging into my hips. “You’re strangling the fuck out of my dick, Jamie.”

“Fuck me,”

I begged, trying to squirm on his cock. Needed him to send me tumbling head over heels into what was going to be the best climax of my entire life. No. Fucking. Doubt.

He hissed and smacked my ass cheek with a sharp crack that sounded as good as it felt.

“Ah, fuck,”

I arched, my cock bucking against my abs as I squeezed my hole around his girth.

“Hold still, goddamn you.”

Chaz growled and gripped me firm again. “Want to enjoy this, not blow like a teenager, and you got me there already with how perfect you feel. Jesus Christ.”

He slowly pulled out, dragging his length from of my clenched asshole until only the tip stayed lodged inside me.

I whimpered at the loss. “Chaz…”

He thrust in, forcing a grunt from my lungs. Not nearly enough lube, but fucking hell, he fit me perfectly.

“More—give it to me. Every goddamn inch.”

No more words filled the heated air around us. The smacking of his groin against my backside, the grunts and groans of two men in the throes of passionate fucking, created the most spine-tingling music I’d ever heard.

Chaz angled his hips and leaned over my back, face in my armpit, rutting into me like a crazed animal.

“Fuck yeah—right there,”

I groaned as his pounding thrusts rubbed his cockhead continuously over my prostate.

He was a fucking god, and finally mine.

Love you.

The words whispered through my head, and tears welled. Slamming my eyelids shut to keep from crying, I reached for my straining dick that jerked and spat out pre-cum with every slam of Chaz’s body into mine.

I could have come hands-free, but the noises Chaz made clued me in he wasn’t going to last. Wanted my hole to suck the cum out of his shaft and milk him until he filled me the fuck up. Needed to be flooded with his spunk, have it soak into my flesh so he would always be a part of me.

“Give me your cum, Chaz—fucking now, goddamnit.”

White light flashed behind my clenched eyes, and I hollered as spunk shot up through my length.

“Fuck!”

Chaz buried deep as my hole squeezed around him. His cock bucked inside me but didn’t release. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He croaked and swallowed harshly, hips stuttering as I splattered his couch with thick spurts of spunk.

Groaning, I arched on instinct, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.

“C-Coming,”

he whispered. “Jamie…”

The heat of his cum painted my insides as he bucked, his cock pulsing inside my ass.

Perfect. So goddamn, utterly perfect.

Spent and body going limp, I sagged against the couch, my cum smearing all the fuck over everything.

Chaz wrapped his arms around me and stayed buried deep, one last shudder rippling him over my back. A few more curses spilled from him, and I found myself grinning, riding the high of a lifetime.

I squeezed my hole around his girth, wishing he could stay inside me forever.

He shuddered again, trying to bury deeper. “You killed me,”

he grumbled, breath hot in my pit. His tongue stroked me there, causing me to shiver.

“Mmm,”

I hummed my enjoyment and appreciation of a him delivering the ass-fucking I’d been desperate for, even if it hadn’t been hours long like I’d have preferred. Not bad for a quickie, but next time would be ten times better. “Give me a few, and I’ll return the favor.”

He huffed a snort and started to pull out.

I sighed at the loss of his warmth, the fullness of having him inside me. My hole gaped, the wetness slipping from me making my dick twitch sooner than it normally would.

Tentative fingers slid over my taint and up over my stretched pucker.

“Shove it back in,”

I ordered, feeling too damned empty for comfort.

Chaz retreated rather than obey.

I looked over my shoulder.

He stared at the spunk on his fingers, his face void of color. “Oh, fuck. We—we didn’t use a c-condom.”

“I told you it was okay,”

I assured him, shifting to perch on my hip. “I trust you, Chaz, and I was tested after the last guy I was with. There’s nothing to worry about.”

He swallowed hard and shook his head. “I didn’t… We shouldn’t have?—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,”

I hissed, anger roused like a flash of lightning. I wouldn’t let him go there, ruin the most memorable night of my entire life. Finally being with him, sharing intimacy far beyond fucking even if it had been a quick and harsh coming together, was a dream come true. He would not fuck this moment for me.

“Jamie.”

“No, Chaz. Do not lessen this, do not regret this. Please!”

“The fuck did I do? My fault,”

he whispered at the cum on his fingertips as though lost in his head, and fucking hell, did I want to grab hold of his arms and shake the shit out of him.

“The fuck it is!”

I shot back, annoyed, hurt, and beyond pissed. “Shelly didn’t deserve you, Chaz. She’s the one who planned to leave. She was down in Berlin that day because she wanted to be there. Her actions were not a direct result of anything than her own thoughts and decisions!”

Chaz shook his head as though he refused to believe a single word I said. If he’d heard me at all. His shoulders rounded, his face stricken with grief.

Empathy rushed through me, cooling my blood in a blink, and my throat swelled, my eyes stinging. “Chaz.”

He wouldn’t look at me but stood like a statue, dick flaccid and glistening, cum coating his hand and holding his gaze riveted.

“You aren’t to blame,”

I tried again, the sudden urge to let him know he wasn’t alone in his feelings of guilt rushing through me. Mine had to be ten times his. Maybe if I told him the truth, he might be willing to do the same, and we would be able to continue moving forward.

“Don’t you think I feel guilty as fuck for wishing Shelly was dead?”

I whispered, sharing my deepest shame. “That she would be gone from this earth so you would be finally be free to be with me? That I would be able to love you how I’ve always dreamed of doing?”

The blood drained further from Chaz’s face, causing a sickly pallor, and he blinked, lifting his focus upward. “You…what?”

Humiliation flooded through me at the horrified surprise in his eyes, but I needed to be honest about the hurt I’d been hiding from him. He wasn’t the only one living with guilt that ate at a man’s insides. If outing my shameful secret helped him, I would gladly uncover my sins.

“Why would you want that?”

Chaz asked, his voice low. Broken in a way I’d never heard. “Why, Jamie? She was your friend!”

Was. Had been.

But my desire for Chaz had long-since overshadowed whatever kindness I’d felt for his wife who had treated him like trash when he’d always been an unpolished diamond in my eyes. He was the one who held my loyalty, not Shelly. Never Shelly.

“I told you I would burn in hell if it meant having you.”

I reached for him, but he yanked away, putting even more distance between us as he gave a slow, disbelieving head shake.

“You—Jesus, Jamie!”

Shuddering, he turned his face from me as though he couldn’t stand the sight of me. “Fuck!”

Chaz stormed to the other end of the living room but stopped in the hallway, wrapping his arms around himself as though trying to keep his insides from spilling out onto the floor between us.

Hazel eyes welled with tears, his face a sickly gray, leached of life.

Nausea erupted in my stomach, and tremors took over my body. “Chaz?—”

“D-Don’t.”

He held up a hand, and the hurt in his gaze constricted my lungs. “How…”

He swallowed hard. “How could you betray her—me—like that?”

I should have kept my mouth shut and taken the truth to the grave where it wouldn’t have caused any damage. Here I was, hoping to protect Chaz from more pain, and all I’d done was make shit worse.

Mistake?

You bet your fucking ass it was.

“I’m sorry,”

I croaked.

“Get out of my house,”

he stuttered, choking on the words as tears slid down his face.

“Chaz, please.”

“Get. Out!”

Pain ripped through my chest as easily as my hands had his shirt what felt minutes earlier. Lightheaded and reeling, his cum dripping from my ass, I grabbed my clothes and struggled to tug them on, unable to find any words that would make this right. Every thought escaped me other than giving Chaz exactly what he had demanded of me.

I shoved my shoes on, fumbled to pick up my keys from where they’d fallen to the floor, and turned toward the front door without looking at him again. Couldn’t bear to see the additional pain I’d caused, how my horrifying admission had let him down when all I’d hoped was to set him at ease.

What had I expected? For him to say, “Yeah, me too”? He’d loved Shelly enough to marry her. Of course he would be horrified to hear his best friend had wanted her gone.

The damage had been done, and now there was nothing I could do or say. I’d fucked up beyond redemption.

Chaz didn’t utter a word, and I shut myself out of the home he had shared with Shelly. My lungs ached to scream into the cold night sky. Hand fisted around my keys so hard the metal bit into my palm.

I’d always prided myself on my loyalty, and I had broken faith with him in the worst possible way.

I didn’t deserve Chaz’s love.

Or forgiveness.