Chapter 25 #2
With both hands, he reached beneath the bottom of my shirt, pressed his palms gently to my skin, then lifted them up so my shirt rose as he followed the contour of my torso.
Everywhere his hands grazed, my skin flared with warmth.
The moment they moved upward, a desperate cold followed, begging for his touch to return.
By the time he had my shirt near my neck and was motioning for me to raise my arms, my cock had risen to full glory and was twitching against his own growing erection.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, pulling my shirt over and off, while somehow gripping my wrists with one hand so they remained above my head.
In one smooth motion, he tossed my shirt aside, spun me around, and press-walked me against the cords.
I could feel them scoring lines in my back, but I didn’t care.
Chase’s mouth covered mine. He was so gentle, our lips barely touching before his tongue teased my skin. He kissed my upper lip, then my lower, then sucked in a breath, drawing air out of me and into him. He held it, like I’d held my first sip of wine.
His eyes never left mine.
He blinked, released the breath, then kissed me again. Firmer this time. With more intent.
His tongue grew bolder, more determined.
I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t wait for permission or command or whatever I was supposed to wait for. I kissed him back. God, I drank him in, letting our tongues meet and tangle and explore.
My hands were still pinned above my head, giving him freedom to explore.
He touched my chin, then let his fingers trail to my chest, where he traced the lines of my pecs before settling on a nipple.
I’d never been sensitive, but when he pinched and twisted, I thought I might jump out of my own skin.
“Ow. Oh, shit.” I squirmed.
His grip tightened, and his body pressed me into the stairs.
“Don’t you dare move,” he said. “I’m going to taste every last drop of you tonight. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Not trusting my voice, I nodded.
“Good,” he crooned. “Do you have any idea how many times I watched you in that bar and wished you were naked?”
I started to answer, but his hand found my cock and gripped.
The only sound to escape was a quick intake of breath.
“This is mine,” he said. “I claim it.”
He what? My dick? Who is this—
“And if you’re a good boy, I might claim the rest of you, too.”
Now my heart got into the gymnastics action, doing a somersault, then a vault-flip-thing, then a high-bar-whatever. I barely knew Chase, and he was talking about claiming me? And for some idiotic reason, my whole body was begging for it.
“I’m going to release your wrists so I can get down on my knees. If you need to grip the cables, feel free.”
Again, before I could react, his hand had released me and he’d dropped to his knees. Warm wetness consumed me as he took my entire cock into his mouth and down his throat. He didn’t ease into it, tease, or play with the tip. He just swallowed me whole, down to the root.
That’s when I reached up and gripped the wires.
“Mmm.” He pulled back. “You taste amazing.”
Then I was in him again.
His head bobbed as he sucked with growing intensity.
My back arched as my body willed my dick deeper down his throat.
His hand found my balls, cupped them, then pulled them downward. My cock was instant iron, hardening beyond hard as the skin stretched taut. With his other hand, Chase reached up and gripped my chest, digging his fingers into flesh and squeezing again and again.
Pressure began to build.
“Chase—”
He squeezed harder, a clear order to shut my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Chase.”
He slowed, pulling back so his tongue could swirl around my tip.
My body shivered again.
He looked up, an evil glint in his gaze.
Then he found the tender spot just below the tip, and fire bloomed in my chest. His tongue flicked over and over, making my cock twitch and precum well in my slit.
Chase didn’t hesitate.
My cock vanished, and he began sucking again.
“Holy shit, Chase! If you keep doing that—”
“I want to taste you, Finn.”
His words were oxygen to my fire. The blaze roared, and the pressure grew.
“Chase! Fuck, Chase, I can’t stop—”
His fingers dug again as his head bobbed faster, and his tongue curled around my shaft. The hand holding my balls squeezed and pulled, radiating pain and pleasure in waves.
I couldn’t hold back.
The pressure was too much.
Chase didn’t even flinch as the first shot flowed into him. If anything, his sucking grew greedier, his grip firmer. I shot again and again until my balls were fully drained and my cock was turning limp.
Still, Chase didn’t stop.
His lips eased around my shaft, but his tongue continued to lick and swirl as his head bobbed. By the time he slowed, then stopped, I’d shuddered more than a homeless cat in winter. It was all I could do to keep my grip on the wire railing and remain upright.
Chase rose to stand before me, then pressed his lips to mine and sucked the breath out of my lungs again.