Chapter 14
JOHN
“Stop calling me that and eat your damn dinner.”
I’m already on edge. It feels like there’s a buzzing under my skin I can’t shake.
It was bad enough Chad ran into my brothers at that fucking bar.
I’m glad he wasn’t drinking, or who knows what he would’ve let slip in front of them.
I spend plenty of time with them all at work, but I wouldn’t say we’re particularly close.
Not in the way they are with each other.
I have no desire for them to know about my situation with Chad.
He’s seriously got to stop using that H-name for me.
I walk away, grabbing an empty cup from the cabinet before filling it with water and taking a long drink. I need to distract myself if Chad’s going to be this blunt about asking for sex when I’m already feeling so unsteady.
“I’m just saying, if you’re about to stick your dick inside of me, the less food in my system, the better, right?”
I choke, nearly spitting out my drink in response to his question.
“That’s the plan tonight, isn’t it? You said we couldn’t have sex two days in a row, and last night we didn’t do anything, so I’m ready.”
I turn back to face him, raising a brow skeptically. “What exactly are you ready for?”
“Anal,” he answers without a shred of hesitation. “The blowjobs were spectacular, but I’ve also been fantasizing about so much more.”
I huff out a breath and run a hand through my hair. What the fuck do I even say to that? Obviously I want to fuck him. But I need to remember this is his first time. “Are you sure you’re ready for that? We don’t have to—”
“I’m sure! Let’s go.” Before I even realize what’s happening, he’s out of his chair and headed upstairs.
So I guess I’m fucking Chad tonight.
I attempt a deep breath, willing my overeager dick to calm down. I’m so turned on just thinking about it. After how incredible he was the other night, I want to have sex with him again more than anything, but I need to chill the fuck out before I storm up there and do something stupid.
I was too aggressive after the wedding, too worked up after watching him dance with everyone and that kiss against the barn. I can have sex with Chad without giving in to that part of myself. It’s his first time, I can follow his lead, even if that’s not how I usually approach sex.
Knowing he’s up there waiting is only turning me on more, aware he’s as desperate for this as I am and that he’s probably squirming and hard, thinking about me.
“You better not be touching yourself!” I call up as I realize he’s probably not used to waiting and has no idea I don’t want him to start without me. I hurry past the clothes he obviously discarded as he went up the stairs, and freeze in my doorway.
Chad is completely naked. He’s on his hands and knees on my bed, with his ass facing me, and a bottle of lube I don’t recognize is on the sheets next to him.
“So you don’t want me to start prepping myself?” he asks over his shoulder. “Because I’ve gotten pretty good at using my fingers. I can stretch myself for you.”
“No,” I answer, my voice practically a growl.
“Okay,” he responds on an exhale, his pupils flaring as he drops the hand he’d been reaching for the lube with.
“What else?” The question is out before I can stop it.
“What do you mean?”
“What else has been in your ass?” I demand. I know I shouldn’t. His answer doesn’t matter. He doesn’t owe me anything.
But that doesn’t stop relief from flooding me when he responds. “Nothing else. I know I could have gotten a toy or something, but that seemed so impersonal.”
I nod. “Good. Keep it that way.”
He lets out a nervous laugh, still looking at me over his shoulder. “What, you don’t like sex toys or something?”
I shake my head. I should leave it at that. I shouldn’t answer, and yet—“Love them. But that’s another rule. During this arrangement, I’m the only one putting anything in your ass.”
Apparently, one look at Chad naked in my bed with that perfect round ass on display was all it took. I’ve lost all sense of a filter before even touching him. But I need to know during the arrangement he’s mine, at least physically. The possessive part of me is too damn loud.
He doesn’t look upset by my demand though. He smirks as he asks, “Even my fingers?”
“I don’t even want you touching your dick if I’m not there,” I respond far too honestly.
His jaw drops open, and he shifts so he’s sitting on the bed against my pillows, facing me. The view of his toned abs and hard cock are no less tempting than his ass was. “But does that mean I can only come every other day?”
I shake my head as I finally, slowly, approach him. He leans back on his elbows so he’s stretched out, and I crawl up the bed, still fully clothed, until I’m hovering over him, my face inches from his but not actually touching him. “I didn’t say that.”
“You…” He trails off. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his eyes are locked on mine, the blue barely visible with how wide his pupils are from how turned on he obviously is. “You said we couldn’t have sex two days in a row.”
“That’s true.” God, he looks so good like this. I lean in for a quick, sloppy kiss, licking as deep as I can in his mouth before pulling back just as quickly. He tries to chase the kiss, reaching for me, but freezes as soon as I shake my head.
So responsive.
Fuck. Focus.
“But if you’re a good boy and follow our other rules, then I didn’t say anything about how many times I plan to let you come on those days.”
He whimpers in response, and the sound sends a jolt of lust straight to my dick.
I’ve heard a lot of moans from this man as he’s enjoyed things, but that sound is new. Just for me. I want to hear it again immediately.
“Oh fuck, John. For a second there I thought I was going to come just from you talking. Is that a thing? That was so hot.”
I bite my lip to hide my smirk.
“Okay,” he says, still staring up at me adoringly.
I realize what he’s agreeing to, and my heart rate picks up. I shouldn’t have asked him not to touch himself at all; it’s selfish. Too much for the casual arrangement we’re supposed to be in. “Wait, really? That doesn’t have to be a rule—”
“Green. I want that, John. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
I can’t hold back any longer. I crash my mouth into his in a desperate attempt to claim any part of him that I can in this moment.
I’ve always been attracted to Chad. I can’t deny that.
More than just his perfectly toned body and movie-star face, I’ve been drawn to his eternal optimism and the easy way he approaches life.
And now, with him naked on my bed, promising to be good for me, any last attempt at self-control I had is completely gone.
I pull back to remove my shirt and remember the lube bottle on the bed. Picking it up, I confirm it isn’t one I recognize. “Where did you get this?”
“Oh, I brought it. Well, I left it here when I moved out.”
I nod. “And did you start stretching out your tight little hole for me?”
“No.” He shakes his head. He’s breathing quickly, staring at me with wide eyes as if he’s nervous or afraid of how I’ll respond, but his dick is leaking and the corners of his mouth are turned up, so I think he’s enjoying it. “I didn’t get that far. I stopped as soon as you called up.”
“Good boy,” I praise, kissing him quickly again, and his whole body relaxes as he beams in response when I pull away. “Turn over. On your hands and knees like you were when I came in.”
He hurries to obey as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, and he sounds so excited as he asks, “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Calm down, Princess. I need to get you ready first.” I run my hands over the perfect curve of his firm ass. It would look even better with my handprint. Or my bite mark. Another time.
“Can I use my mouth?” I check.
“Green, so green. Oh my God, it’s happening! Blake has told me so much—”
I slap his ass before I can stop myself.
Not hard enough to actually leave a mark, which is probably a good thing, even if a part of me wishes it had.
“We are not talking about Blake, or any other man for that matter, when we’re both naked,” I growl.
There’s no other word for it. Chad really brings out the caveman in me.
“Okay! No problem. Won’t happen again,” he promises. “But, also, very green on the spanking. I’ve never done that before, but wow. Big fan.”
“Noted.” I’m done talking. Everything he says either pisses me off, turns me on more, or somehow does both. I lean in and lick a slow strip from his taint to his tight, virgin hole, holding his hips in place as his whole body shudders in response.
He cries out, “Oh my God!” and I swirl my tongue around his hole, teasing him without putting any pressure on his opening.
He melts into the bed, no longer supporting his own weight as his head sinks onto his folded arms. I hold his hips up where I want him, and he continues to moan and cry out for more.
I wait until he’s trembling to actually push my tongue against his hole, and am rewarded with that beautiful whimper again.
I take my time, licking and sucking, fucking into him with my tongue. His hips start rocking into the bed, so I pull back.
“What are you—?”
I slap his ass, harder this time, and he cries out.
“Hold. Still,” I scold. Then I reach around so my finger is in front of his mouth. “Suck.” He immediately swallows my finger down, sucking like his life depends on it. After a few moments, I pull my hand back and resume my feasting, pressing my spit-slicked finger to his hole alongside my tongue.
“This is so good. So fucking good, oh my God,” he rambles between his moans as I stretch him out.
It’s a good thing my neighbors’ houses are far away, because if we were doing this in an apartment, everyone in that building would know exactly what’s happening right now.
And selfishly, I don’t want anyone else to hear Chad when he’s like this.