42. Jeremiah #3
I place the lube on the shower ledge, turn the nozzle and wait for the water to warm, steam curling around us as the stream pouring down slowly turns hot.
Once it does, I step beneath it, letting the heat run over my skin.
Chase follows close behind without hesitation, pressing his chest against my back.
His arms wrap around me as his lips find my shoulders, trailing messy kisses and gentle bites along damp skin.
I thread my fingers through his, pulling him tighter.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he mumbles into my skin.
Turning around in his arms, I bite his lower lip between my teeth, pulling a sweet whimper slip from his mouth.
He meets me immediately, his tongue sliding against mine like he’s been waiting for it.
Steam curls between us as the water runs over our skin. His hands roam my back, gripping and mapping every inch.
Slowly trailing my fingers down his back, I grab ahold of the dildo’s base that’s still plunged deep in his ass.
His moan against my lips breaks our kiss, the moment I slip the toy gently out of his tight hole behind him. Over his shoulder, I watch as I slowly guide it in and out.
“Oh, fuck. Jere!” he gasps, head lulling to the side.
“Fuck baby, yes.” I tilt my hips, rubbing my cock against his. Thrusting our hips in a slow, hard pace, soon we’re both gasping, panting messes.
Not before long, his hand finds its way to the middle of us, and wraps around both of our dicks, sending a huge wave of pleasure through my whole body that feels a little too good.
“Shit,” I moan, knees shaking. As much as I love what he’s doing to me, I can’t have him ending this show too soon. With my free hand, I quickly grab his wrist, stilling his movement. “What do you think you’re doing?” I rasp, panting against his mouth.
He squirms against me, seeking for more friction. “Please, I’ve got to have it,” he begs.
I smirk, loving the way his raspy, ruined voice sounds. “Dildo or tongue?”
“What?” he exhales, a smile playing on his lips.
I brush my lips softly against his. “Dildo or tongue?” I repeat. Slower this time.
“Oh god,” he melts. “Both.”
With ease, I drop his arms and flip him around. I feel the loss of his touch immediately, but I know the reward will be so worth it. Pressing his chest against the wall, I pull his hips out.
“There you go. You look perfect like this.” I run my hand slowly down his beautiful back. Hot and wet, he looks like a sculpture.
“Jere,” he breathes, softly. I think he just likes saying my name. I like it too.
“Spread your legs apart and say my name again,” I say, kicking his ankles gently. He obeys, spreading his legs even further.
Grabbing the lube off the shower ledge, I step close behind him, feeling up and down his back until my hands land on his beautiful ass.
Massaging his cheeks gently, I lower to my knees behind him. Chase looks over his shoulder, arms still pinned against the wall.
“Holy shit, Jere.” His voice quivers but still sounds confident. “Are you gonna lick me?”
I grab harder at his cheeks, spreading them so I can see his beautiful, pink hole. “I’m going to fucking devour you.” I lather the dildo in my hand with the lube, making sure it’s slick and glistening.
He leans his head on the wall, almost to shield himself of the embarrassment. He huffs out a shaky laugh.
“Fuck, I’m a little nervous.”
I gently lean in and kiss the back of his leg softly. “Do you trust me?” I ask, loud enough that he can hear me over the shower but quiet enough that he can hear my sincerity.
He nods his head against his hands. “It’s scary how much I do,” he answers.
I continue kissing up his thighs, getting closer. He shivers, his legs slightly shaking.
Gently, I lick around his rim, feeling him immediately tense and then relax. I hold him still as I keep going. Placing the dildo at his rim, I slide it in even easier this time, going straight for that soft spot inside him.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, pushing closer to my mouth.
I can’t help but smile as I can sense him getting more comfortable.
I lean away and collect some saliva in my mouth before spitting it on his hole before diving back in for more.
Chase lets out a messy, whimpering moan which only makes my cock ache even more.
I squeeze the tip of my dick, stopping me from getting too excited. He’s not making this easy for me.
Pacing myself, I take a second to look at the way he looks. “God, your ass loves being filled,” I marvel at how he pulses around the thick dick, practically begging to be fucked and licked.
He sounds like he’s two seconds away from breaking. Between edging him in the tub and now, he’s probably so close.
Checking for myself, I wrap my free hand between his legs and feel for his balls, feeling how tense and tight they are. As I continue to messily and lazily lick him around the toy, my hand slowly wraps around his dick.
He’s as hard as stone. It feels like I can make out every vein pulsing along his thick dick.
“Ah, oh fuck—” His breath picks up, his cock jumping just from my touch.
I quickly drop my hand. Pulling lightly and massaging on his balls from underneath instead.
He laughs softly, burying his head once again against his hands. “You fucking asshole.” He groans, stuffing his mouth with his fist.
I detach my lips from his ass which leaves him crumbling against the wall. I turn him back around and he immediately connects his lips with mine.
“Please, keep touching me,” he begs, voice muffled.
“But, you’re doing such a good job waiting,” I praise, threading my fingers through his hair. He looks at me with hazy eyes, as though he’s completely in a state of bliss and peace.
“You like eating my ass, Jere?” he says, licking his lips shiny with water droplets.
This makes me smile. “Yours. Only ever yours.” I close my mouth over his again as I turn the nozzle to shut the shower off. Ignoring my own throbbing cock, I quickly grab those extra towels I set aside.
Chase gets to the bed before I do, quickly flopping onto the clean sheets.
He looks hungry—starved—as he reaches for me.
I let him grab my wrist, guiding me down into another kiss that steals the air from my lungs.
We instinctively rub against each other like the friction will do us any good, even though we both know what we really want.
At this moment, I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care that he’s my subordinate or that I’m his boss. I don’t care that this might be the wildest, most reckless thing I’ve ever done.
All I know is—he’s mine. And I’m so completely, undeniably his.
If it means breaking the rules to be with him, I’d break them a thousand times over.
He grinds his hips into mine, and I feel his restraint slipping, unraveling beneath me.
“You did a great job taking that dildo in there,” I whisper, my voice heavy with heat. My hand trails slowly down his chest, savoring every inch. He grabs my hair gently, tilting my face to his, desperate for another taste.
“Glad I practiced,” he breathes, voice raw, eyes glazed over. “You know… for the real thing.” A flush climbs his throat and I can’t help but find it incredibly adorable.
A slow smile pulls at my lips as I drink him in, a surprising thought jumping into the forefront of my mind.
My favorite.
“Look in your top drawer,” he pants.
My brows pinch. “What?”
I lean over, tug it open and blink. An unopened bottle of lube and a box of Magnums. I glance back at him, laughing.
“You stocked my bedside table?”
He bites his bottom lip, nodding. His hips are still twitching, cock still hard and aching. My chest swells with affection.
“When did you even—?” I shake my head, grinning as I grab the lube and the box. “I keep myself regularly tested… but, if you want to use these—”
“No, I’m good too. I just… wanted you to feel comfortable,” he says softly.
God. Of course he did.
I nod and set the box back on the nightstand. “I trust you.
His eyes soften, and he pulls me into another kiss—slower this time, deeper, like he’s trying to let me know how much he likes hearing those words from my mouth.
I lay back, flipping the cap open on the lube. He kisses my cheek, my neck, the shell of my ear while I warm it between my fingers. The way he wants me right now—it’s addictive.
I shift on top of him again, planting one hand beside his head to hold myself up.
“Remember to breathe,” I murmur. “I’m going to take my time. I don’t want to hurt you. You’ll need to be patient while I work myself in.”
He exhales shakily. “But I want you inside of me now.”
I nearly lose it. “And I want nothing more than to fuck you so hard…” I rest my forehead against his, forcing myself to calm down. “But I’m not risking hurting you. We go slow—so we can do it again. And again. Got it?”
He nods, but I stay where I am.
“Let me hear you.”
“Got it,” he whispers. Then louder, breathless. “Please. Okay. Touch me now.”
His legs are twitching beneath me. The usual cocky confidence is gone. He’s all nerves and longing and I fucking love it.
“Okay,” I say. “Just remember—you asked for this.”