30. Jeremiah
Jeremiah
Our last match ends an hour later, and somehow, Chase and I manage to win against Theo and David. Just barely. At some point, Theo and Chase had their own little match going on, and as hilarious as whatever that was, I figured it best to stay out of it.
By the end, we’re all sweaty, out of breath, and itching to call it a day.
“So, WingMate matches the users together based on similar interests,” David reiterates, gripping my shoulder. “And then will organize an activity for them to meet, just like this one?”
“Exactly. It’s easier to build romantic connections when you’re doing something fun with a bunch of friends,” I add.
“Sounds like a win-win for the businesses involved and the app too.” Theo nods, drying his face off with a towel around his neck.
“And you know how much I like to hear that.” David laughs, patting Theo on the back. “I see real good potential here, Heather. I’m liking what I’m seeing so far.”
“That’s amazing!” Heather beams, eyes flickering between Chase and I.
“Well, I’m going to head out from here.” Theo sighs, eyes falling on me particularly. “Will be seeing you all tomorrow.”
We wave goodbye to the others and head back toward the change room, lagging behind as everyone else files into their cars. With it being only lunch time, I could really go for a bite to eat right about now.
“You think I embarrassed myself?” Chase asks, voice quiet as we push open the door to the change room.
He walks in front of me, towel slung over his neck, still in those ridiculous shorts.
I shake my head. “Not even a little.”
“You hesitated again.”
“I was distracted by your legs, alright? Sue me.”
He snorts and walks over to where we set our bags. I linger by the door, watching him peel his shirt off. His chest gleams in the light as each muscle shifts.
Fuck.
I move across the room, needing a task—anything—to distract me. I dig through my duffel for my shower gel, feeling his gaze burn holes in my back.
“Just gonna rinse off, then we can grab a bite to eat before work,” I say, my voice coming out quiet and low.
I don’t wait for a reply before walking to the shower. Stripping down fully outside one of the stalls, I turn on the hot spray. Dunking my head under the water, I allow the stream to fall over my hair and over my face, trying to breathe him out of my head.
It’s not long until I feel a presence behind me. I don’t have to see him to know it’s him.
Running a hand down my face, I feel him walking closer. So slow. Like, he’s scared to make a move, yet, he’s making the biggest one right now.
I suck in a breath, feeling his freshly calloused hands grazing my ribcage, just barely touching me. Running his hands softly over my skin until he’s pressed up against my back, wrapped around me.
“I forgot my shower gel,” he whispers.
Bullshit.
But I don’t call him on it. I just grab the gel from the ledge and squeeze a generous amount down my chest.
Taking the hint, he immediately rubs his hands slowly into the liquid, lathering my chest fully, creating a soapy, sudsy mess.
My eyes grow heavy as he massages up my shoulders, down chest, stomach and ribcage, back and forth like he’s some sort of masseuse, determined to find all my sore aches.
It feels so damn good.
I let his hands continue to explore me, staying above my waist. I’d imagine this is a lot for a guy who’s never been with a man before. Honestly, this is a lot for me, and I have.
“Are you freaking out right now?” I mutter, voice barely above a whisper.
He stills for only a beat before pressing his lips on my shoulder. “Only about how much I’m not,” he murmurs, a small smile on his lips.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, lost in how badly I want to touch him.
His mouth opens just slightly, tonguing and biting at my skin. Then, he nods. Just softly, but it’s enough.
Slowly, I turn around and it’s our hard-ons that touch first. Brushing against each other, he shudders at the sensation.
“Oh, whoa,” he gasps, staring down at my hard cock, pointed up at him. A slight smile tugs at my lips as I watch his wide eyed expression. He’s captivated and it only makes my cock harder.
Without saying anything, I wait patiently, memorizing the reaction on his face as he soaks it all in. His throat bobs and he licks his lips, eyes fixated on my thickening member.
After a moment, he steps in closer, water spraying and running over his beautiful body.
I run my hands down the hard muscles of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the deep lines on his waist as it points down to his…wow.
Over FaceTime, his dick was impressive. In person? Fucking, glorious.
Finally, his dark gaze meets mine. I can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, but none of them look like fear.
A small beat passes between us. This is one of those lines that’s about to be crossed. A boss is definitely not supposed to be sharing a shower with their subordinate nonetheless, doing what I’m thinking of doing.
But, the fear of the consequences are disappearing with every second.
“Turn around,” I say, voice low.
He does as he’s told, turning away. With his hands positioned on the wall, his back flexes at my touch. I massage his shoulders, thumbs digging in, watching the water beading down his spine. He exhales shakily, letting me work him over.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” he breathes.
I keep massaging, letting my hands move across the ridges of his back, feeling the tension slowly melt from his body. My hands stop above his ass, and I take my time there too, kneading the little back dimples above his ass.
I look down at my stiff hard-on, seeing how close it is to his ass.
“Jere…please…” Chase says softly, pushing his hips back.
I don’t know what he’s asking for. All I know is I want to give it to him. Whatever he wants.
I wrap my arm around his body, feeling down his chest, all the way down his stomach. I press into him, my cock slipping into his crack. Not prodding or trying to budge in— just making itself at home.
He’s all slick and wet, and his cheeks hug around my thick cock perfectly. I fit right in like this and it feels fucking tremendous.
He starts squirming, backing himself into me to provide me with more to work with. I grab ahold of his chest, pulling him in towards me. We’re a mess of breath and friction—hands clawing, hips grinding, I don’t even care that we’re in a public change room. I’m drowning in him.
I wrap my hand around his dick, and I swear, I feel it swells in my hand.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he crumbles, but I keep a tight grip over his chest with one hand while I start stroking him slow and steady in the other.
To feel him so desperate.
So needy.
It almost makes me come right here and now.
“Is this what you wanted?” I murmur in his ear.
“Oh God, yes. You have no idea—” he begins to moan.
Suddenly, we hear the creaking sound of the change room door, the sharp sound jolting us both.
“Jay?” Theo’s voice slices through the haze. “You still here?”
I freeze, heart pounding.
Chase immediately stills. I dart my free hand up to cover his mouth.
“I saw your car still here in the parking lot, so I thought I’d run in,” Theo adds.
My eyes pinch shut. Shit.
“Yeah, I’m just finishing up,” I rush, silently praying he’ll miss Chase’s clothes thrown about in the change room.
“Oh sweet, you haven’t left yet,” he sighs happily. By the sound of his voice, it seems as though he has now entered the shower area, and is only a stall over.
“What’s up??” I manage to choke out.
“Dude, you’ve been so busy since I got here. It’s so hard getting you on your own,” he says, sounding defeated.
A sweat bead forms on my brow alongside the shower water running down my face. “Oh…yeah. Sorry about that, man. You know how work is. It get’s…hard, sometimes.” I look down, distracted by my view. Chase’s neck is tilted, thick and exposed just begging for my lips.
I can’t help myself. My mouth suckles on his soft skin. I feel him squirm under my touch, waking my cock back up, instantly. He’s just so…delicious.
“I know, but I need to talk to you…alone,” Theo persists.
I continue jerking him softly, running my thumb across his tip to feel that glorious slickness he’s leaking for me. How can I not when he’s literally in the palm of my hand?
“Y-yeah, alright,” I call out, hoping he leaves soon. I’m dying to hear those sweet moans from Chase’s mouth again. I drag my lips down his skin, and smile at the way his body shudders.
“Okay,” Theo chuckles. “How about we talk over drinks? I know a place,” he continues.
I can’t keep focused. My cock sliding up and down Chase’s beautiful crease is sending marvelous shocks up my whole body.
“That sounds so good.” My voice is breathy. Too breathy.
“Yeah? Okay, perfect. Tomorrow night.”
“Mhmmm—” I struggle to get out without sounding shaky, but it’s getting very difficult. I’m keeping up a perfect pace stroking Chase’s dick and judging by the way his body’s tensing, I can tell he’s getting close.
“Great. I’ll text you the details.” I can hear Theo’s steps retreating as he walks through the change room and soon the door snaps shut.
Chase immediately cups the back of my head and pulls me down into a kiss over his shoulder. It’s rough and hungry, kissing me like he needs this.
“Holy fucking shit,” his words are muffled as he kisses against my lips, his breath picking up. “Put it inside me,” he begs, spreading his legs.
I gnaw on my bottom lip, brows pinched as I grip his waist. “Fuck, Chase. I can’t. Don’t want to hurt you,” Even though every part of me wants to give him what he’s asking for.
“Just the tip then. Please.”
I look down at my cockhead resting against his ass. Slowly, I nudge his left cheek to the side and press my tip softly to his rim. I don’t push in. Instead, I just enjoy feeling how soft and tight he is until I press gently.
It’s the slightest nudge, but apparently it feels just as heavenly for him as it does for me because in the next second, he’s shooting all over my hand, the wall, and onto the shower floor.
“Yes, oh fuck!” His body trembles, head hung between his shoulders.
“There you go. Oh shit,” I suck in a breath, my thighs tensing and that overwhelming pleasure starting to climb up my spine.
Chase quickly turns around, falling to his knees. Wrapping one hand around my base, he grips me tightly, aligning the tip of my cock at his lips.
“Oh shit, shit, shit,” I gasp, before I can think better of it, I’m coming all over his lips, cheeks and down his neck, as he pumps me effortlessly.
It’s a mess—hot, relentless mess—and he just lets me.
Eyes locked on mine, soaking it up like he’s been starving for it.
My orgasm rips through me and I can’t seem to slow it down as he strokes me in his hand, painting his tongue.
I place my hand on the wall to steady myself.
This orgasm is so much harder than the one he gave me over the phone last night.
Just when I thought it couldn’t be anymore intense, here he goes.
“Fuck,” my voice caught in a needy gasp as my head falls forward. “Chase.”
He looks up at me with such enamored eyes.
As though he has no regrets about what he just did.
He looks like he fucking loved it. He doesn’t let go of me.
Instead, he gently uses my tip to push spilt cum back into his mouth.
Licking and cleaning himself up like the good boy that he is. I’m absolutely mesmerized by the sight.
Who would’ve thought he’d be so goddamn dirty?
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” I crouch down, joining him, urgently pressing his lips to mine.
He moans into my mouth, arms wrapped around my neck, like he’s thinking exactly what I am.
If this is a mistake, it's one that I’m excited to make again and again.
He starts to laugh, pulling a smile from my lips.
“What?” I ask, smirking into another kiss.
“I can’t believe you agreed to a date while your dick was sliding between my ass cheeks.” He shakes his head.
“A date? That wasn’t a date,” I lick his bottom lip before leaning in for another kiss.
“Wait.” Chase hesitates, pulling back. “You’re not actually going to go…are you?” he asks, his smile fading.
“He’s a friend of mine, so yeah. Plus, we’re talking business.” I slide my hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, gripping him toward me.
Only, Chase pulls back, yet again. The sudden distance feels colder than the tile in here. “Sounded like more than just business to him.”
I run my fingers through my hair. “Chase, come on. I had no choice at the moment—he was right there.”
He looks at me, jaw clenched. “Right. It’s easier to just say yes to him. Since that’s way less risky than whatever this is.”
I stumble for the right words here. Is he mad at me? I don’t know how to fix the look on his face. And I need it fixed.
“I should go,” he says, standing up and turning away.
“Wait. Chase—”
“Enjoy your drinks.”
He moves the curtain out of the way, and steps through, leaving me standing there cold and alone.