34. Chase
Chase
Jaded (Alt. Version) by Winyah
“Show me,” I whisper, and the effect is immediate.
A low groan tears from Jeremiah’s chest before, suddenly, I’m being lifted off the ground with ridiculous ease.
My breath catches as my legs wrap around his waist instinctively, arms wrapping around his shoulders while he carries me toward the bed.
The second my back hits the mattress, he’s on me again.
My cheeks, my jaw, down the line of my throat—it’s like he can’t decide where he wants to kiss and lick me the most. Feeling his cool hands slide beneath my shirt sends my nerves haywire.
I barely get a chance to breathe before my shirt disappears over my head and gets tossed somewhere across the room.
I can’t wait. I need to see him. All of him.
My fingers desperately find the front of his button-up. Not caring, I pull at the fabric, scattering buttons all over the floor as it whips open, exposing his beautiful chest.
Jesus.
“Holy shit,” I pant suddenly, pressing my hand against his chest.
“What?” Jeremiah leans back slightly, breathing hard, and I finally get a full look at him. He’s still wearing his gold mask, but his once-groomed hair falls messily over his dark eyes. He’s looking down at me like he wants to eat me alive.
“You look fucking out of this world,” I say, my voice rough. “Are you even real?”
I drag my hands down his chest, taking in the glorious sight.
A soft laugh leaves him as I reach up to undo the mask. But right as I reach, he catches my wrist.
I watch, mesmerized as he brings my fingertips to his mouth, slowly passing them back and forth along his bottom lip. It’s dizzying and so damn sexy, and right as I’m about to lose myself in this trance, he gently slides my fingers into his warm, wet mouth.
“Holy fffuck—” My hips under him involuntarily buck, trying to seek any type of friction. It feels as though his lips are wrapped around my dick instead of my fingers, and it feels fucking amazing.
He hums deeply, watching me lose myself, squirming and whining to the sensation. Slipping my fingers out of his lips, he releases my grasp for only a minute, as he continues south on my body, kissing and licking at my pecks, dashing his tongue around my nipples, and biting at my abdomen.
Anticipation only grows as he crouches on the floor between my legs, coming face to face with my stiff dick, pressed against the thin fabric of my grey joggers.
His sinister eyes flick up to mine, and he wraps his forearms around my thighs, tugging me to the edge of the bed before he licks a long, lazy trail up the outline of my shaft.
“Holy shit, Jere,” I gasp, squeezing my thighs together around his head. The teasing touch is both too much and not enough, all at once. “Wait,” I pant, breathlessly.
He smirks, kissing my bulge gently through the fabric. “Why?”
He continues running his mouth back and forth over the outline, looking oh, so amused with himself, while I squirm.
My lips part, staring down at him, getting closer and closer. “I’ve never…” I swallow deeply, feeling my cheeks heat. “This is my first time—”
With you.
“With a guy,” I say, instead. “I don’t want to come too fast.”
He looks up at me, judging the sincerity in my eyes. “And what makes you think that’s a problem?” He smirks, arching a brow.
Jeremiah goes right back to sucking me through the cloth, making me rock my hips into his mouth. “I—I don’t want it to be over too soon,” I breathe.
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and judging by the way his eyes soften, he hears what I actually mean.
A low rumble vibrates in his throat, vibrating up my dick, sending sparks of heat through me. I can’t help the desperate, ragged sound escaping me as my fingers bury themselves in his hair.
“It won’t be the last time you come tonight,” he says simply as he curls his fingers in my waistband and pulls my sweatpants down around my ankles. “But, if that’s a concern of yours—I can make it last.”
“What does that mean—ohmygod, holyshit,” I choke on my words, feeling myself slide on his warm tongue.
Jeremiah’s tongue.
“Look at me,” he rasps, gripping my base and giving it a long tug.
I force my eyes to stay open as I watch this beautiful man on his knees before me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers.
Gnawing my lip, I nod. The words are exactly what I needed to hear, calming me down instantly. Not breaking eye contact, he goes right back to trailing his tongue all the way from my base up to my tip, making sure to swirl his tongue gently around the top.
I gasp, already feeling that familiar tingle, drawing my balls up tightly to my body.
Jeremiah seems unfazed. His eyes are focused on me as though he’s trying to memorize this moment.
He lowers his mouth all the way down to the point that I swear, I can feel the back of his throat.
His expert tongue drags out a low and long moan from me as my head falls back out of pure pleasure.
“Fuck, you sound so good. I knew you would,” he gasps, taking a second to catch his breath.
“Jere—fuuuck, your mouth feels amazing.” My hips jerk as he lightly strokes me at the same time. “I’ve never—felt this good before—fuck!” I moan. I can’t stop talking! I try to bite my lower lip to stop more truthful words from spilling, but that only makes my whimpering even more intense.
The moment he sinks lower and fondles my balls in his mouth, it’s game over. Suddenly, my breath picks up, my rocking hips falter, and I lose control of my pace.
“Shit, wait—shitshit, Jere, stop. I’m gonna—”
To my dismay, he actually stops, releases me from his mouth, and gently pinches his hand around my base, cutting off my orgasm.
“Fuuuck—wait, why are you stopping? Jere, what—”
He bites his lower lip, a slight appearance of amusement on his face. “I told you, we’re going to make this last.”
“Dammit,” I exhale, flopping back on the bed. Me and my big mouth. “When I said stop, I didn’t really mean it.” I lick my lips, trying to ignore the monstrous boner he’s still gripping.
“I know,” he chuckles lightly, kissing the inside of my thigh, giving my balls a lazy lick before crawling back up the bed. Lying down beside me, he takes a moment to look at my face.
“Have you ever been edged before?” he asks, running a hand up my chest.
“Edged?” I turn to look at him, but quickly get distracted by his swollen, glistening lips. Flutters erupt in my chest. Jeremiah was just sucking me off.
“Chase.”
Fuck, he asked me something.
“Edged!…Hmm, Oh, yeah. I edge all the time. Edged just last Friday, actually. It was great,” I lie.
He stifles his smile, nuzzling his face in my neck and giving me a quick kiss under my ear.
“I’ll show you. I’ll show you everything,” he whispers softly before biting my ear softly, immediately making my dick twitch.
I moan, hand absent-mindedly stroking my dick. “Mmmph, okay. Does it hurt?”
“Only in the best way.” He collects some saliva in his mouth and pools it in his hand, nudging my hand out of the way and replacing it with his own. “But, don’t worry about that,” he twists his fist, making me gasp. “Tonight, you’re going to come again and again.”
“Damn. That sounds fun,” I exhale.
I quickly cover my face with my hands, but it’s no use. I can’t help the smile spreading across my face. Jeremiah already saw it.
“What is it? he asks, rubbing his palm over my tip. I suck in a breath, squeezing his forearm.
“I’m r-really fucking happy,” I whisper breathlessly.
Jeremiah’s hand stills, and for only a moment, I worry I’ve said too much. But then, a flicker of fondness appears in his eyes.
“I’m really fucking happy too,” he says quietly, grazing my lips against his.
I swallow deeply as I curl my hand around the back of his neck, bringing him in for a slow, deep kiss. He pumps me slowly the whole time, slipping his hand in the middle of our lips every now and again to collect more of our mixed saliva to use on me.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” The question has been burning in my mind since we hit the mattress.
The excitement is almost enough to make me come right now in his hand. I’m not sure how it works, but I know he’ll walk me through it.
A small chuckle slips out of his mouth. He buries his face into my neck before coming back to look into my eyes.
“Have you ever had anything inside of you before?”
I slowly shake my head from left to right.
Pressing in closer, I can feel his hard cock against my hip. “No, I’m not going to fuck you tonight—”
My mouth opens in protest, but he quickly bites my bottom lip softly to shut me up.
“I’m going to take my time with you.” He kisses my neck.
I tilt my hips up into his. His rough pants feel like heaven against my bare skin.
“I'll show you exactly what to do to get yourself ready for me,” he continues, running his thumb over my slick tip.
I inhale sharply. “So that when I do fuck you, we can go all night,” he whispers.
I smirk, chuckling softly. “Promises, promises.”