28. Chase #2
That’s all I needed to hear to have my hand slipping under my waistband.
“Damn, that’s a sexy thought.” I smirk, lazily stroking my hand back and forth. “You want to see me on my knees, Blackwood?”
He hesitates. I can see him warring with himself to answer.
I gnaw on my lip, silently praying for him to continue.
“I want a lot of things,” he murmurs. His voice is rough. Frayed.
I breathe out. “Fucking amuse me. Tell me,” I say. “Where would you start?”
“Down your throat,” he answers easily this time. “Now tilt the camera, Chase.”
I shake my head, a playful smirk pulling at my lips. “Would you make me swallow it?”
I’ve never imagined myself enjoying another man’s cum before. But the thought of Jeremiah’s makes my mouth water.
“Every single drop.” He shifts again. “Now, tilt. The Camera,” he orders again.
My eyelids flutter as I twist my hand around my tip, bringing it slowly back down to my base. He must be able to tell how good it feels for me, because his eyes darken.
I can’t help but smirk. “Why? You want to see my dick that bad, Jere? What’s it doing to you?”
His eyes narrow. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”
I bite back a moan. “Fuck. Does it make me a horrible person if I say yes?”
He clenches his jaw. “You enjoy fucking your fist for me?”
“Would feel even better if it was your hand,” I say truthfully.
“You’re right. It would. Now, spit on it. Make yourself feel good,” he orders.
I do as he says, spitting in my hand and wrapping my now wet fingers around my dick. I take my time sliding it up and down on my length, making sure to twist it leisurely at the top. I want to make sure this moment lasts.
“Do it with me,” I say softly.
Jeremiah flashes a small smile at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My eyes flutter close again at his choice in words. “Yes, please.”
“You want to see me stroke my cock for you?”
I gasp, his words shooting me right in the balls. “God, yes.”
“Then be a good boy and show me what I do to you.” He smirks.
I can hardly take it. I do what he says because fuck it, I’m gonna blow soon anyways.
Making sure my dick is perfectly in view, I tilt my phone so he can see the full view of my body mixed with my hard dick in my hands.
“Holy shit, Chase. Look at you,” Jeremiah pants.
His camera slips lower—and now I see it. The gentle movement of his arm. It’s subtle but I know what he’s doing and it’s lighting me up even more. He’s touching himself too. I bite back a moan as I pump up and down.
“Deal is a deal,” I say breathlessly. I imagine how it must look. His strong hand wrapped around a cock I haven’t tasted yet. Long. Thick. Glistening at the tip. My mouth waters just imagining it. I groan, throat tight. “I want it in my mouth.”
He laughs, but it’s not cruel. It’s just as wrecked as I feel. “You keep talking like that, I’ll drive over right now and fuck those pretty lips of yours.”
“Do it,” I whisper, desperate.
He slows his hand. “Come for me first.”
I lay back fully on the bed and tilt the camera even more so he can see everything. My body is flushed, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. I continue stroking leisurely.
“Oh fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters quietly. As though it’s an inside thought that slipped out.
God, his voice. It’s not just lust, it’s something else. Something raw.
My body tenses and my feet curl. The mixture between the sight of him and his sexy voice sends me right over the edge.
My eyes struggle to stay open as I come hard, hips jerking. Cum splashes across my stomach, painting down my abs. Relief spreads through me as my orgasm takes over.
Jeremiah is jerking himself hard now, watching me like I’m the dream. If he could only fucking see himself right now.
“Fucking shit, fuck.” I hear his moans coming through. He groans, deep and primal, and then I watch it happen—his body tightens, stomach flexing, mouth parting as he comes off camera.
Holy shit.
He breathes through it, hair sticking to the sweat at his temples, eyes still locked on mine even as his hand slows.
Pride fills me up to see him tumbling through an orgasm just as hard as I just did.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I can’t help but gasp as I come back down to earth. I move the camera back up to my face.
I can’t believe we just did that.
“Shit,” he pants, trying to catch his breath. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come,” he pants. I see a mixture of confusion and disbelief cross his face as he stares past the phone at the mess he’s made.
I grin. “Same here,” I answer honestly.
A moment of comfortable silence settles between us before I blurt something I probably shouldn’t.
“You should come over.”
A pause.
His eyes shift back to me. “I can’t,” he says, softly.
My chest tightens. “Why not?”
“I don’t trust myself around you right now.”
Something warm unfurls in my chest, even though disappointment still stings.
“Good.”
“No,” he says. “It’s not. Because if I come over… I’m going to end up crossing some pretty fucked up boundaries.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I murmur.
“I say that because I’m not supposed to feel this way about you.”
Silence.
I swallow thickly. “And… how do you feel?”
His eyes meet mine through the screen.
“Like I’ve already crossed every line that matters,” he shakes his head, looking away. I can see him thinking deeply.
“Uh oh, are you going to tell me we can never do that again?” I roll my eyes. “Do me a favor this time and keep it to yourself.”
Jeremiah shakes his head slowly. “My issue is how much I want to do that again…” he says instead, shocking me. “We just have to be…careful.”
I pick up my head and look at him. “Like…keep it a secret?”
He nods, eyes locking on mine as if he’s searching for my insincerity. “I’m taking a massive risk doing this with you… I never should’ve but… if you can keep it between us…”
A million questions race through my head. For how long? Can we go out on dates? Will we be exclusive? How do I know you feel the same as I do? Are all questions I want to ask, but instead, I say, “Yeah, I can do that.”
Jeremiah exhales, leaning his head back on the wall. “Okay, perfect. Then, yeah. We can do that again. We can do that all the time, if you want.” A slight smile appears on his face, making my heart do a little flip.
“Fuck, yes.” I laugh. There’s no part of me that wants to go backwards from here.
Jeremiah chuckles. “Okay, go to sleep, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
I yawn, the exhaust from what we just did hitting me. “See you in the morning, Jere.”
He takes a beat to look at me. “See you in the morning,” he says softly before my phone goes dark.
Tonight, for once, excitement drowns out everything else.