Chapter 33
EASTON
The morning sunlight streaming through the curtains eventually becomes too bright to ignore, and I give up trying, rubbing my eyes and trying to orient myself with reality.
It’s been a long fucking time since I slept that hard.
Anything after leaving the hospital is a warm, fuzzy blur in my brain that could only come from a complete lack of awareness that I haven’t had the luxury of in recent memory, and full faith that Chase would take care of me.
And he did, considering I found myself smelling like his shower gel and safely tucked into bed.
All I know is I rallied for a solid ten minutes to read to him when I felt him overthinking.
Other than that, he had everything well in hand.
No surprise there, but I love it all the same.
Rolling over, I’m surprised to find him still sound asleep beside me, bare chest on full display and an arm behind his head to make up for the fact that he doesn’t have a pillow.
Poor thing, having to sleep next to me night after night. Even without memory of doing it, I know that I stole it from him. Knowing Chase, I’ve got about ten minutes before he notices I’m awake so it would be a crime to not make the most of it.
Tentatively, I press a kiss to his chest, carefully scanning him for any indication that this attention is unwarranted.
It’s not like the topic hasn’t come up in late-night conversations, and Chase was very clear that there could not be a better reason to wake him up.
But theory is one thing and practice is another entirely.
When his lips twitch up in a slight smile, still sound asleep, relief floods my veins and makes me feel braver. I attempt another kiss a little lower above his ribs. This time, I’m rewarded with a sweet sigh. This game is fun.
Carefully, I rise to my knees and straddle Chase’s legs. Still, he shows no signs of waking up, and I am thrilled.
My lips travel across the expanse of his chest and stomach, and there isn’t a tattoo that they haven’t traced—emboldened by Chase’s deep breaths and all this warm skin to map out.
By the time nothing is left undiscovered, and I arrive at the thin trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton, his dick is straining against his black briefs. My mouth waters at the sight.
His dark eyelashes are still fanned out against his cheeks.
I run my hands along his strong thighs. My want for this boy borders on obscene.
This brilliant, kind-hearted, unreal love of mine that doesn’t ever tire of my eccentricities.
I’d give him the world if I could, but he’ll have to settle for everything I have, heart and soul.
“You’re killing me here, Chaos,” he mumbles, rolling his hips needily.
I hum sympathetically. “Sorry, baby. I’ll try to spend less time appreciating your gorgeous body and get to sucking your dick sooner next time.”
When my fingers find their way under the elastic of his briefs, he groans and lifts his hips.
I don’t need any further encouragement to rid him of his clothes, leaving him completely naked before me.
His rock-hard dick is eager and leaking for me.
I don’t hesitate swiping my tongue against his tip for a taste. “Fuck. Just like that.”
I smile as I continue to tease him with kitten licks up and down his length.
One of his hands finds its way into my hair, just to find a way to touch me.
When I look up, those glacier eyes are molten with want.
Wanting to play with fire, I finally take him into my mouth.
Just the first inch or so and give it a good, hard suck.
“That’s it, baby,” he mutters. “Good boy. You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”
The rambling praise goes straight to my throbbing dick.
I love that I can do this to him; reduce him to nothing but need.
I sink down slowly, straight to the base.
Chase has to bite his fist to keep his noises at bay.
It’s not long before he’s pulling me up and off him so he can kiss me.
His tongue wars with mine, teeth clashing against teeth.
I’m suddenly tossed on my back so Chase can give me the same torturous attention I gave him as he worships his way down my chest. “This is mean,” I whine.
“It wasn’t mean when you were doing it?”
I roll my eyes. “Exactly. It’s a one-way street.”
Between kisses to my inner thighs he mumbles, “Of course, sweetheart.”
I’m too impatient for this. Hoping he’ll take the hint, I snatch the bottle out of the nightstand and toss it down by my legs. Instead, he says, “Hey, I wanna try something. Trust me?”
Duh. “Always.”
The smile on his face is too kind for this world then it turns to pure heat. “Roll over for me. If you get uncomfortable, just say it and I’ll stop. Okay?”
We haven’t tried anything where I couldn’t see him since I had that freakout that scared the hell out of Chase.
But he wants to try something, and I’ve come a long way since then.
I do as requested without a complaint. “I think you’re really gonna like this,” he murmurs, running an appreciative hand over my ass.
He maneuvers me until my knees are tucked damn near under my armpits, leaving me on full display. “Goddamn. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I must be red from my navel to the top of my head. The flames coming off my skin certainly give that impression. Chase’s hands pry my cheeks apart before he hums in obvious approval. “Still good, Chaos?”
Exposed, humiliated, also horribly turned on. Probably just want he’s looking for. “Y-yeah. I’m good.”
“Remember this stops the second you want it to, okay?”
God help me. I love him so much. “Okay.”
I truly have no idea what to expect, but I have to swallow a yelp when he bites my ass cheek. I’m leaking a wet spot onto the sheet, and if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m gonna scream.
Chase’s warm, wet tongue circles my rim and my body is surprised enough to try and wiggle away.
He keeps me in place and does it again. His stubble scrapes against my sensitive skin, making me moan softly.
The sensation is so totally foreign that I’m struggling to process it other than knowing I absolutely don’t want him to stop.
I give up trying and just sink into it. He starts slow, just gently licking and sucking in all the right places, letting me adjust. By the time his tongue works its way into my hole, I’m nearing delirious.
He’s feasting on me, and given his low groans, is enjoying this every bit as much as I am.
When I’m loose and ready, he adds his thumb using it to go deeper.
“Pl—please. Please,” I beg into the pillow. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. Just something.
He adds lube before trying two fingers and comes up for air. “Look at you, sweetheart. Taking my fingers so well.”
I moan, arching my spine and trying to take them deeper. “Good boy. Show me how much you want it.”
The muscles in my legs are melted in this embarrassing position and there’s no way I’m moving without Chase physically moving me which is strangely hot. He adds another lubed finger, the stretch is perfect. “Fuck. Please. Just do it already. Chase, please.”
“You sure you’re ready?” he asks, stroking my prostate.
I glare at him over my shoulder. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear—”
I’m silenced as his dick notches at my entrance, slick and perfect and there. He doesn’t hesitate before pushing in, sliding in inch by torturous inch. We’re both breathing heavy by the time his groin meets my ass. “You good?” he asks between clenched teeth, trembling with restraint.
Always so careful with me. Not because he thinks I’m fragile, but because I’m precious to him. “So so good. Please move. Please.”
He never has had a lot of willpower when I beg.
“Hold on to something,” is the only warning I get before Chase’s strong hands grab my hips in a firm grip and he pulls out almost to the tip and slams back in one solid thrust. I scramble to find purchase by grabbing the headboard because he’s not slowing down.
I think I’d come unglued if he even tried.
A stream of praises fall out of Chase’s mouth as he makes sure I can’t do anything except take it.
He doesn’t even give me a moment to forget who turns me inside out like this.
Not like I could when I think of his tongue in my ass.
He pauses long enough to yank me to my knees and lock his tattooed arm across my chest, keeping me where he wants me.
I turn my head for a kiss that’s more teeth and exchanging air than anything.
The new angle has me biting at his neck in an attempt to keep from crying out.
Chase growls his approval. Heat gathers at the base of my spine as my dick bobs pathetically in the air.
I can’t seem to find the ability to let go of the arm holding me up. “Chase,” I pant helplessly. “I need…”
He doesn’t let up, pounding into that place that has me seeing stars and filling my ears with how perfect I am. “I know what you need,” he tells me. I believe it
“I can’t.” It comes out as a breathless whine.
His fingers tighten on my hip bones. “You can and you will.”
It leaves no room for argument. Before I can try to come up with one anyway, my balls draw up impossibly tight and everything goes fuzzy.
Without the slightest bit of friction, my release is painting the sheets.
My back bows as Chase swears into the sensitive place where my neck meets my shoulder.
A few moments later, his thick cock swells and warm cum coats my insides. A tremor runs down my spine.