He laughed hard. “The dude fucked me in the bathroom of the Old Vic. It was more than abitof a taboo relationship.”
“Note to self, Chase likes dirty encounters in intellectual settings.” I snagged the drawer handle and pulled it open, lifting out the condoms and lube. “Right now though, we need to have a dirty encounter right here.”
“You’re still fully dressed,” Chase hissed. “Get naked, you magnificent cocksucker.”
“Oh, you liked that, eh?”
“I’m demi, not dead.”
I slowly licked at his lips and tasted his smile. “I don’t know, man, you’re kind of boneless. Oh!” His hand wrapped around my still mostly hard dick through my pants and made me gasp.
“I think you can solve my boneless problem.” His words dusted over my cheek as he moved to suckle my ear. “I want this in my ass, Marcus. Please.”
“So polite,” I answered, reaching out for the bottle of lube. “Get on the bed the right way, Chase, and maybe you’ll get just that.”
“Will you be naked?”
“Oh yes, baby.” I gripped his neck and whispered in The Voice, “I plan to be fully naked, fully erect, just so I can feel every inch of your perfect body and your hard length against my skin as I drive this cock into you.”
Chase’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Jesus Christ, Marcus.” The bright baby blues popped open again. “Not tonight, but one night, I want to see if you can make me come with just your voice.”
“Mmm. Challenge accepted.”
Scrambling out from under me, Chase slipped up the bed and leaned against my headboard. “Strip. I want to see you strip and I want to see you naked and I want to see you back in this bed.”
“Bossy bottom,” I quipped, pulling my shirt up and over my head.
“Sometimes, maybe.” His grin was wicked, and he canted his head. “Sometimes, I might like to be the bossy top.”
“Mmm, I don’t mind switching.” My dick twitched in agreement. Yeah, definitely could handle that with Chase and that magnificent cock of his. Unbuttoning my pants and slipping them off my hips, and down my legs, I grinned at him. “But not tonight.”
His eyes went wide, and he grinned like he’d won the biggest prize at a carnival game “Oh. Damn. I’ll shut up if that’s what I get all the time.”
I leaned over the bed and crawled over him. “Oh, don’t worry about shutting up. I have just the tool to help you with that.”
“Ohyesmyyes.”
He pushed forward from the headboard and pressed his lips to mine. “I want to explore every line and dip in your body with my tongue, Marcus. But not tonight. Please, please, fuck me?”
“How do you want it, babe?” I asked, smoothing my hand up and down his hip.
“Hard, fast, deep.”
Chuckling, I kissed him again. “Well, that’s a given, but do you want to face me, or do you want me to pound your ass into the mattress, face first.”
“Both please.” He grinned. “Like this, facing you. I want to see your O-face. I want to see what you look like when you spill yourself inside me.”
Kneeling, I gripped his hips and pulled him down the bed. A gasp of shock escaped him, and then a laugh. “Shit, Marc, is sex supposed to be this much fucking fun?”
“It’s supposed be fun fucking…” I slanted my mouth across his and possessed him. I licked over his lips, and when he parted them, I slipped my tongue across his and a deep, thrilling moan erupted from him.
He was absolutely delicious. Everything he did spoke to me, or answered me without words. I had not been able to get him off my mind since the floor incident last night and now, here in this bed with him, I didn’t want to.
I wanted more Chase Garcia. More and more.
I popped the cap open on the bottle of lube and knelt back. Chase handed me a pillow and I slipped it under his hips as he wrapped his hands behind his own knees and pulled himself up and open.
Putting just a few drops on my finger, I dusted over his hole, and he let out a groan from deep inside. “Oh, my God, it’s been s-so long…”
