Chapter 39 #2
All I know is that the way he’s looking at me is sending zaps of want straight to my cock, making it a little bit hard to think about anything except burying myself as deeply inside of him as he can take.
And that feeling only intensifies when he says, his voice a little strained, “You were so beautiful on the ice, Asher. I just kept thinking about all of the incredible things that your body can do. Can I see it? For as much as I loved watching you play, I kept imagining all that your uniform keeps hidden.”
I take a step closer to the bed and pull my hoodie off. Wasting no time, I drop my pants and underwear in one swift motion. Now, I’m standing next to him, completely naked, the blood pumping through me making my erection almost painful.
I wrap my hand around my hardened length, sliding it up and down over the smoothness. Chase is watching my every move, his irises blowing wide when I tell him, “Now, touch yourself, too. Show me how you work that beautiful cock, thinking about how good I’m going to fuck you soon.”
He moans when his hands wrap around his own shaft, and he starts working himself, never taking his eyes off of me.
We’re blowing open a whole new door of our sex life, and I’m so fucking turned on that I feel like I could explode at any second with how he’s watching me work myself. I slow my movements, taking deep breaths to calm down.
I’m not missing the chance to fill him.
“Asher,” he whines, his thumb starting to play with the head of his cock, smearing his wetness around. My abs clench at the sight, and I hiss and squeeze at the base of my shaft, hoping to stave off the building pressure at the base of my spine.
“If you keep touching yourself like that, I may not make it,” I growl, feeling a little too wanton, not as in control as I’d like to be.
I can’t wait any longer. I sit down–or more accurately, throw myself down–on the bed and position myself between his legs.
Maybe the second or third or twentieth time that we do this, I’ll be a little more in control of my faculties. But right now, I can barely think.
He knows it, too, given the smirk on his perfect face.
The only thing that wipes it away is when I say, “I know you’re going to take me so well, Wyatt. So fucking needy to see my come but tonight, you’re going to squeeze every last drop out of me with that perfect hole.”
I’m triumphant when he lets out a moan bordering on a sob. I grab onto his hips and pull him down the bed, so that his ass is sticking up and I can see his perfect entrance–the one that I’ve been fantasizing about exploring for months now.
I wasn’t even aware of it at first–this need inside of me to consume him. Wreck him. Have him give himself over to me and let me take charge.
I’m not going to waste time. Not right now, when my cock is brushing against the comforter and every second that passes has me feeling like I’m not going to make it.
I slide my tongue against his hole, working him in circles with varying pressure.
I keep my hands tight on the back of his hips, holding him up so that I can get the best angle.
“Open me up. I can’t wait. I need you inside of me,” Chase pants from somewhere above me, as I feel a cold bottle hit my forearm. I look over to see a bottle of lube, and I quickly uncap it and squirt my fingers.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s out of their mind with desire, and as soon as I’ve rubbed it around on my hands, warming it up, I slowly start to play against the edge of his hole again. I miss how my tongue feels against his hard creases, but this is incredible, too.
Feeling the resistance that I need to work past before I’ll be pulled inside and get to start adding more fingers, working him from side-to-side while I expand him to the point that he’ll be able to take my cock has me hot from the inside out, and I shift up to my knees to get more friction.
I push against him with more pressure, and my finger slides inside. He moans, his hips thrusting toward me, taking me in deeper. “Just like that. Fuck, yes just like that.”
I give him a second to adjust to the intrusion, which isn’t the easiest thing that I’ve ever done considering he’s begging for more “Don’t be afraid to tell me if anything is too much,” I tell him, even though I’m desperate to replace my fingers with my cock as soon as possible.
But I’d never forsake his comfort for even a second, regardless of this needy, primal part of me that seems to be taking over.
“I will,” he pants out, but words soon give way to the most perfect sounds that I’ve ever heard, as I start to push into him a few inches and then slide out, only to thrust back in deeper than before.
When I’m sure that he can take another finger, I ease it inside of him, working them together. I hit deep inside, against his prostate, and he lets out something between a moan and a cry, his abs tightening as I feel his walls clench around me.
“Fuck me, please,” he begs, which is actually now the best sound that I’ve ever heard.
“Condom?” I ask, and it only takes him a second to hand me the little plastic square that I have ripped open almost immediately.
I roll the condom down my shaft, surprised at how deftly I complete the task given how infrequently I ever have sex. But it’s like my body knows exactly what to do in every moment where Chase is concerned, and I’m grateful for it.
He tracks me hungrily as I sit up higher on my knees, holding my cock in my hand.
I rub my tip against his entrance, still coated with lube and slightly expanded.
It seems impossible that he could take me, and he must see my hesitation when he says, “I want you inside of me. I promise I can handle you.”
“Wyatt Chase, are you a size queen?” I ask, continuing to tease along his entrance, pushing in a little deeper, so that I’m in some agonizing in-between where I haven’t entered him yet but his body is trying to take me in.
“I’m a ‘whatever you have to give me’ queen,” he says with a pained, throaty laugh before adding, eyes focused on me, “And who taught you that term?”
I smirk, noting the jealous edge in his voice. It only makes me push in harder, if for nothing else than to show him that he’s the only one that I want. That I could ever want. “Porn. You didn’t think I wouldn’t research everything that there is to know about sex between two men?”
That earns me a softer laugh, and he runs his hand down the forearm that he can reach. “That makes a lot of sense.”
“But it means that I can feel… ahh,” I sigh with a long exhale, as I push past his hole’s resistance, to the point where now he’s pulling me inward. “It’s even better than I thought it would be,” I marvel once inside of him, as I try to keep pushing in slowly.
It’s one of the hardest things that I’ve ever done, not thrusting in as deep as I can go and fucking him into oblivion. My hips are twitching, begging for me to let go and pound him over and over again until he’s screaming my name.
Thank god that Chase is in an end room, but I still don’t know that any screams would bode well for us.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I say like a mantra as he keeps sucking me in deeper. And when he starts to stroke himself again, I can’t control myself anymore.
“Fuck me, Asher. Let that beautiful cock wreck me. I promise you that I can handle it,” he says, and I snap.
My hips start working of their own accord, as I wrap my hands around his thighs and pull them open, holding him in place. My thighs strain in the most delicious way, his own body meeting me thrust for thrust.
I think about what it would feel like to come inside, without a condom on. The way I’d fill him with so much come that it’d drip out of his perfect ass.
The tension at the base of my spine is back, and I’m about to explode when he pulls me down hard into a messy, wet kiss. I can feel his cock against my chest, and we both moan as wetness coats our bodies.
I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not when I’m wrapped up in the scent of him and the feel of him and how fucking perfectly he takes me. Like this is how it was always meant to be when we’re together.
If anything, I start to rut against him harder, pumping faster and faster until– “Wyatt,” I cry, as arms bracket me in place against him, pulling me impossibly closer.
My orgasm hurtles through me, the most intense experience that I’ve ever had in my life. And Chase is there, every second of the way, guiding me with his body, milking me for all that I have to give.
When it’s finally over–and it feels like it lasts for minutes, even though I know that’s impossible–my arms give out, and I fall against him, sweaty and spent and so fucking in love with this man that I can hardly believe this is real life.
“You were incredible,” he murmurs in my ear at the same time that he runs his hands through my messy hair. “So good, baby. So fucking good.”
I can’t do anything but keen at the praise, my cock still inside of him while he holds me close, like I’m the one who just did something. Slowly, I draw out of him. “Let me get rid of the condom.”
Even though my legs–my whole body, actually–feels like jelly, I make quick work of trashing the condom and coming back to bed.
Chase is under the covers now, and I slide in next to him.
My heart is full when he nuzzles his head against my chest, and I drape my arm over his shoulders and pull him close.
After soft, quiet minutes, I squint and look toward the door. What we just did was a little bit reckless, but it was worth it. Everything with him is so, so fucking worth it. “Well, at least no one’s knocked, so I think that we’re in the clear.”
He laughs and skims his fingers down my torso. I think he’s making random patterns until he says, “I’m writing our names,” so quietly that I almost miss it.
My heart skips a beat, and with his head nestled against my chest, I wonder if he can hear it. I wonder if he understands that he’s the reason it’s even beating. I kiss the top of his sweaty head, inhaling his scent. “I love you. Make sure you write that down, too.”
His fingers keep moving. Along my chest. Across my stomach. Tickling against the side of my ribcage, and I haul him in closer, our legs tangling together until we’re like a single person.
“Was your first game back what you thought it would be?” he asks, our faces close enough that I steal a kiss, just because I can.
It felt good to be back tonight. Playing with Coop again. Being on the ice with Carter for the first time. West and Dane supporting us on the D-line.
But, even though my leg is perfectly healthy and I’m back playing with my team, this feels so much better.
And it’s all because of Wyatt Chase, the man who I love, that it feels that way.