Chapter 3
Jay
I shouldn’t have given Chase my number.
Chase: Thinking of you. How was your day?
Me: Nice for once. Weekends are family time. What about you?
Chase: Working. But it’s been a good shift. When can I see you again?
I should say no. It would be the reasonable thing to do. And yet…
Chase was an Adonis of a man, with expressive hazel eyes, fucking dimples in his cheeks, his thick brown hair in a tangled mess, and a light tan covering his model-perfect body.
When he had walked with me to his home, those gray sweatpants had drawn my eyes to his plump dick, and damn. By the time he’d let me into his apartment, I’d been wet and ready.
I had been burned enough times not to let a pretty face fool me.
But I now carried the memories of Chase’s magnificent cock and the inhuman strength with which he’d pounded me through a chain of orgasms, and that was a different level of temptation.
How he moved, his chiseled abs rippling, the pressure deep inside me, the raw pleasure flaring from where his firm cockhead pressed against the mouth to my womb, and that final full-body climax on his damned kitchen table…
I tried not to think about him in public because it made me ache. How could I say no to a repeat of that?
I should be honest with him, and maybe he’d give up.
Me: I enjoyed myself last time, but I don’t think it can become anything more than that.
His reply came in a minute.
Chase: I’m fine with just sex. I’m not looking for a relationship right now, but I’m really into you, and I think we have great chemistry. I’d like to see you again.
I didn’t have the self-control required, dammit! I began typing.
Me: This is not a good idea…
I deleted that one.
Me: Thank you, you’re really great, but…
Delete, delete, delete.
My phone buzzed in my hands with another message.
Chase: Please, say yes. I loved making you come.
I would cave. I would run to his place and spread my legs for him right now if I could.
The boy fucked like a demon.
This time, we could even do it on a bed. I could get into the mating position for him and have him rearrange my insides until I’d sob into the bedding.
Was he relationship material? Hardly. For someone like me? Definitely not.
But as a hookup…
Fuck it. For once, I wanted something just for myself. I deserved it.
Me: Are you free Saturday night?
I would have to pretend that I was going on another date to get Hugh off my case, though. Monty would be fine by himself, but I didn’t like leaving him alone until late. I was already plotting what I’d tell my brother so I could get reamed by Chase again.
The second time I met Chase, we did do it on his bed. We didn’t talk much, but he was sweet and tender, sucking my nipples and rimming me for ages.
Then he dragged me to the edge of the bed, and I eagerly got into position for him with my ass up and my shoulders on the mattress. He stood behind me and turned me into mush with his magical cock. The angle at which he thrust into me had me melting with mindless delight.
The boy played me like a violin. He would pound me hard until our skin slapped together, then slow down, put one foot up, and bend over me so he could give me lazy, rolling thrusts, massaging the front wall of my hole with his cock.
Then he’d pick up speed again, drill me through a searing climax, only to gently circle his hips and knead my ass cheeks.
He pulled out suddenly, and I protested.
“Hush. I got you.”
Did he ever.
He licked my open hole, thrust his tongue into me, and slurped up my slick. He ate me out, loudly and sloppily, making yummy noises and gulping as if he couldn’t get enough.
Standing back up, he sank into me to the hilt and began moving his dick like a piston, increasing the speed and power in small increments. The buildup was tremendous, and I was sure I would get overstimulated. Any moment now, it would be too much.
But it only got better and better. The nerve endings inside me were buzzing, the friction, fullness, and stretch simply flawless.
Chase was in perfect control of himself, focused on my pleasure, and I’d never experienced this kind of ecstasy. Just being taken.
The series of orgasms was endless.
There was a puddle of slick and cum under me, and I was gasping for breath, thinking I might disintegrate if I came one more time.
“This is what you needed?” he ground out, sounding almost evil.
“Yes!” I tried to reply loud and clear, but it came out as a whimper.
“Are you well fucked, Jay? Am I dicking you hard enough? Deep enough?”
Impossibly, he sped up.
“Oh yes… Yeeaaah. Aaah. Aaah!” Fuck, I was loud.
“I’m about to come. Will you clench for me? Will you make that beautiful noise …when you come…and cry out? Please, Jay. One more. Give me one. More. Now!”
“Aaaaaah!”
Fucking hell. He fried my nerve endings. I’d pass out.
But I didn’t. My hole spasmed around his cock, and he roared with victory.
I loved knowing he was pumping his cum deep into me. That was new.
Usually, I’d be annoyed by the prospect of having to expel someone’s release out of my hole. Not this time.
Chase’s cum felt like a reward. A gift.
Aftershocks buzzing through me, I imagined my body soaking it up like a fucking sponge.
Then my thighs began shaking, and Chase moved me up the bed, spooning me. And because he was the epitome of athletic prowess, he managed to do that while staying in me.
He stroked my underbelly, pressing his palm against the spot where he was nestled, and nuzzled my nape.
“I love fucking you,” he murmured. “Tell me we’ll do this again.”
“Oh yes.”
I tightened my inner muscles around him, squeezing his still-hard dick, and he hummed.
We were definitely doing this again.
I came home after eleven, so fucked out and mellow it was hard to hold back my sappy grin.
Monty was already asleep in his room, but my big brother waited for me in my living room, Kirby curled to his side, a book in his hand.
“Had a nice evening?” Hugh asked as soon as I walked in.
Kirby closed his book and gave me a hopeful smile.
“It was good,” I said neutrally.
Hugh straightened in his seat and narrowed his eyes. “Yeah? Are you going to tell us about him?”
“Not now. I’m sleepy.”
“This is the same guy you met last Saturday, right?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a complete lie.
“Who is he?”
“I’m going to grab something to drink, then go straight to bed. Good night, Hugh.”
Hugh grunted, his expression darkening. I decided to ignore him. Kirby was looking at me with a gleam in his catlike eyes.
I went to get a glass of water, and Kirby met me in the kitchen.
“You look freshly fucked,” he whispered.
“Shit. Did Hugh notice?”
“No.” Kirby bit his lip, scanning my face. “But you’re glowing, Jay.”
I squirmed a little under his scrutiny. “Listen, Kirby, it’s casual. I’m having a great time, but it’s just fun. I don’t want Hugh to make a big deal out of it.”
Kirby made a zipper gesture over his mouth. “My lips are sealed.”
“Thanks.”
After picking an apple from the bowl by the fridge, he leaned against the counter, a smile playing around his pretty lips.
I’d gotten to know Kirby well since he and Hugh got together a few years ago.
He had kept his distance at first, probably afraid of what I’d think of him.
He had a complicated past. But he made my big brother sublimely happy, and under his cocky veneer, he had a heart of gold.
He was becoming one of my closest friends.
“So. Great dick, huh?” he asked casually, and bit into the apple.
I downed my glass of water, then winked at him. “Absolutely fantastic,” I told him under my breath. “Ideal length and shape, and he stayed hard for me for what felt like an hour. He was relentless. And oh my God, I needed it. I think I came six times.”
Beaming, Kirby pumped his fist in the air.
Yes, Kirby would get what Hugh didn’t understand.
Hugh meant well. He wanted me safe and happy, in a stable, loving bond like he’d found with Kirby. He wanted a reliable stepdad for Monty and someone who would take care of me when he couldn’t.
But such men didn’t exactly grow on trees. I had no idea when or if I’d ever find someone to fill that role.
What Hugh didn’t think about was that I wanted to live in the meantime. I wanted to have fun.
When I was in my twenties and all my friends were going out to party and hook up, I had been at home taking care of our dying father and then chestfeeding a baby.
So yes, now that Monty was older, maybe I could finally experience all those irresponsible and exhilarating things I’d missed out on. For example: copious amounts of wild, animalistic sex with an absurdly gorgeous young alpha who could never become anything other than a fuck buddy.
Kirby was eating his apple, looking at me as if he could read my mind. He nodded and hummed.
After swallowing a mouthful, he said philosophically, “I say, ride that dick, Jay. Ride it like a fucking rocket. I’m happy for you.”
Chuckling, I squeezed my brother-in-law’s shoulder.
“Good night, Kirby. And thanks.”
He blew me a kiss.
The third time I went to Chase’s, I did ride him.
I was already addicted to the man’s cock.
Seriously, it was a fucking work of art and a flawlessly functioning pleasure machine.
On the sofa, clutching the backrest, I bounced on his lap, the thickness and the long slide in sending tendrils of bliss through my middle. Chase slapped my ass cheeks roughly, urging me on, gazing up at me with his eyes full of lust and his mouth open. He was beautiful like that.
He gasped out his release into the crook of my neck and shoulder, clutching me to him by my thighs. I might have bruises, but I loved that possibility.
“Fuck, Jay. You smell so good,” he murmured into my skin. “I missed you.”
His words made a little warning light flicker in my mind. This was sex. Nothing more. “Yeah? Missed my hole? Because it missed you. I woke up a few nights ago after dreaming about your cock, and I was so wet and empty.”
Chase bucked into me, still half hard. “Yeah? Did you touch yourself?”
“I had to take out my dildo, or I wouldn’t fall asleep again. Made myself come thinking about this.” I pushed down and caught his mouth in a kiss.
Our teeth clanked together before we got the right angle for a deep enough connection.
I couldn’t get enough of his taste and scent. Even Chase’s sweat excited me. I broke the kiss and licked the side of his throat, savoring the salty flavor.
“Will you stay for round two?” he asked.
“I have until eleven.”
“Perfect.”
We went to the kitchen for a snack, only to end up fucking against the counter. And then we had ourselves a round three in the shower.
Chase was bright, easygoing, and surprisingly perceptive. Who would have thought that a ripped gym bro would treat me with more respect than any high-flying, mature alpha I’d ever been with? It was such a pity he was so much younger than me.
One day, he’d make an excellent husband to some lucky omega. It didn’t make me sad thinking about it. It really didn’t. Chase deserved a great future, and I’d be happy for him.
I would have to let him go one day—but not yet.