42. Jeremiah #2
“Nope, I lost that a long time ago,” he snickers, with that cocky laugh I know all too well. I apply just a little more pressure to his heel and he jerks. “Ow, ow—”
“Oops,” I say with a cheeky smile.
He clears his throat, getting re-adjusted. “Ever done it with women?”
“No. Never felt inclined to do so.”
He pauses. “So, you’ve only slept with men?”
“Lost it to one, actually. In college, I—”
He jerks his foot away, splashing water everywhere. “Nope. Nope. Don’t wanna know.”
I laugh, snatching his foot back. “Okay, okay. I can see you’re going through a lot of emotions right now–”
“No details. I can’t…” He clenches his jaw. “Actually, tell me his name. I’ll murder him.”
I sit up, grabbing ahold of his shoulders, making him sit up to meet me half way. “You will not be murdering anyone.” I laugh softly, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. I watch the sudsy water fall onto his chest.
Chase narrows his eyes. “Just a little bit? A small murder?”
“No.” I run wet hands through his hair. He exhales, tension slipping from his shoulders.
“Was...was it Theo?” he asks quietly.
I gently run my thumb over his brow. “No. It wasn’t Theo.”
He nods, kissing my forearm. “Good. I hate picturing you with someone else.”
I curiously study his face. I wish I had seen the signs back in school. Remembering back, he’s right—I never spoke to him. If he was feeling that deeply and I shut him out, he must’ve felt so… invisible.
Maybe if I had noticed him… we would’ve been here a long time ago.
“Why? You want me all to yourself?” I run my hands up his thighs, squeezing as I go.
He bites his lower lip, looking more shy than I’ve ever seen him. “Yes… is that bad?”
“No,” I say, gently massaging my thumbs into his skin, once I get to his groin. “I like how intensely you feel things.” After what he shared with me tonight, I can only begin to understand why.
He softens at that, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine. Our noses brush, our breaths mingle, and for a beat, everything goes still.
“I’m happy you’ll be my first,” he says quietly. Brushing his lips softly over mine, he wraps his arms around my neck.
“I promise I’ll take good care of you,” I murmur softly, pulling him closer to me. The water sloshes as he wraps his legs around my waist.
“I know you will,” he says, smiling softly. “I feel re-virginatized.”
A laugh slips past my lips. “I think you mean ‘re-virginized’.”
He shakes his head, looking at me with a glimmer in his eyes. “No, I’m pretty sure I said it right.”
“Okay. Re-virginatized, it is.” I smile.
The air suddenly grows too thick. The steam billows around us as the bass in my music thumps.
“Jer,” he whispers, before lunging forward, closing the little distance that was between us and presses a kiss to my lips.
I need him.
Gripping his waist, I seat him onto my lap. Our wet chests press against each other as thoughts of our earlier conversation crashes into my head.
He wants me. He’s always wanted me.
A growl slips out as I move onto my knees, tilting his hips up.
“Take it. Whatever you want,” he pants, nodding his head.
I want everything.
I guide him where I want him, legs hanging off the sides of the tub. He follows without hesitation, trusting me so easily it sends something warm and dangerous through my chest.
I dunk my fingers into the water, circling two of them at his soft rim. With a sharp breath, he relaxes into my touch. “I trust you,” he whispers. The word sounds sweet in my ears, as he looks at me, biting his lower lip.
“Fuck, Chase.” I blow out a heavy breath. I actually believe him.
Reaching for the lube and dildo I had set on the floor beside us, I lean back between his spread legs.
“Hang on to the tub.” I tilt my chin, and he understands, quickly bracing his arms along the side of the tub.
His eyes find mine immediately and stay there. Just watching me like he already knows I'm going to take care of him. Dipping my hand in the water, I wrap my left hand around his rigid dick, ready to show him just how right he is about that.
“Mmm,” he groans, hips jerking. His brows pinch as my hand rises and falls, giving him a few long strokes. “That feels s-so good,” he moans, sinking into my touch. His head falls back in pure bliss, as he breathes steadily.
“That’s it, baby. Relax for me.” I release him momentarily to pour some lube onto the silicone dildo. It’s not as large as I am but it’ll be enough to do what I need done.
“Breathe in,” I remind him. He sucks in a big breath, trying to focus on relaxing.
Warmth spreads throughout my body as he does what I say. Finding his hole again with my fingers, I position the dildo at his edge before moving my free hand back around his dick.
Chase inhales sharply as I push the tip in, just slightly.
His knuckles turn white as he grips the sides of the tub, and it brings a small smile to my lips. Chase is always moving, always talking, always filling every quiet space around him. Seeing him still for once feels strangely intimate. I love watching him like this.
“It’s too much,” he sputters, knees pulling up out of the water.
“Shhh, you can take it. I know you can,” I soothe with a wicked smile on my lips.
The water vibrates around us as I lift and twist my hand again and again underneath the surface. Rubbing my thumb over his slit, I can feel just how slippery he is compared to the warm water.
He breathes out a choppy breath, eyes already half-lidded, already trembling.
After a tantalizing moment of stroking and teasing his hole, he leans up, searching for my lips. “I need to kiss you.”
I pull back just enough and something flashes across his face—surprise, annoyance, need. It almost makes me laugh.
“Please,” he begs, leaning in once more. Again, I pull back.
“Not yet,” I smile. He’s all breathless and needy. It’s a work of art. He’s a work of art. “Not until you take in the whole tip.”
“Mmm,” he whines, legs trembling as he folds his arms over his eyes.
I twist my hand again, enticing a bucking of his hips, this time, allowing for the head of the dildo to slip in just enough. “Oh, fuck!” he gasps, his dick jerking in my hand.
“See, there you go.” I breathe, twisting the head slowly. This earns me a whining moan from him. “I knew you could take it. Just a little more.” I pull it out slightly, just to dive it back in, feeling his ass clench around the toy.
He drops his hands back into the water, holding onto my wrist as I pump him slowly. I’m chasing after that sweet orgasm but I know exactly when I want it.
“Jesus, Jere. You’re going to make me cum—”
I grunt, tearing my hands away. He gasps as I grip his hips, and sit him on the edge of the tub.
“Jere!” he gasps, but my mouth is too busy to answer. Wrapping my lips around his cock, I lower myself down all the way to the back of my throat. “Holyfuckingshit,” he moans, burying his fingers into my hair.
I slide my tongue up his shaft, feeling how wet and slippery he is. Trembling, he bares down as I slide the dildo further inside. Inch by inch, I work at twisting and pushing and pulling while I bob my head on his swollen dick. The dildo is more than halfway now, sliding in much easier than before.
“I can’t—hold on—” he stammers, grinding his hips into my face.
Not yet.
I pop my mouth off his dick as it slaps against his stomach. Crouching down I nuzzle my face into his balls, groaning at how amazing they feel inside my mouth. The sweet scent of him mixed with the soapy water is making my mouth water, so much so that I move myself back to deep throating his cock.
“Ahhfuck!” he grabs onto my shoulder, once again. “You’re so warm,” he groans, pulling my head to his base. I cough, feeling him sink deeper. I don’t care if I can’t breathe—I want it all.
This time, as I push the dildo in, it’s met with zero resistance.
I feel his dick swell inside my mouth, just as his eyes pinch shut and his ass clenches around the toy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m gonna—”
I quickly release him from my mouth, sitting back and dropping my hand from the dildo, allowing the flared base to peek out.
His eyes shoot open and his mouth is agape as he looks at me, shocked. “W-wait, what–”
His dick jerks in the air, searching furiously for the pleasure that was just there.
Mewling, he breathes harshly through his nose, grabbing ahold of the tub’s edge for some much needed support.
“That was… a lot,” he pants.
I stand up, looking down at him as he tries to catch his breath. His cheeks are flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, and I swear I've never seen anything that looked more unfairly beautiful.
“You think you can walk like this?” I ask, looking down to his pulsating ass. Following my line of sight, he takes in the dildo, positioned inside of him, only the flared base making an appearance.
“Shit…” he inhales deeply. “I can try.”
“I know you can do it.” I smirk, extending my hand. “Come on. I’m not done with you yet.”
A smile tugs at his lips as he accepts my hand, shakily standing up to join me.
“Oh!” He gasps, throwing an arm around my neck. “Fuck,” he hisses, pinching his eyes shut.
“You need a second?” I bite my lip, looking down at his dripping wet cock that’s still twitching in the air.
“Mmmm, mhm,” he moans. “Fuck, I’m so excited for you to be inside of me,” he whimpers, leaning his forehead on my shoulder.
“Chase,” I groan, feeling his words go straight to my cock.
“I promise, I’m going to squeeze you sofuckingtight—”
“Chase,” I grip his chin, tilting his jaw up to look at me.
I see it clearly now.
Eyes in a haze, cheeks flushed. He’s completely wrecked. And to think, we’ve just gotten started.
My cock aches just thinking about it.
Hurriedly, I guide us to my walk-in shower.
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