CHAPTER 22
Chase
When we got to the bed, I used Rett’s hand to spin him around. The second I let it go, I planted both palms onto his broad chest and shoved.
With a grin, he fell backwards and landed with a bounce on my mattress. The unrestrained chuckle spilling from him pulled a smile from me.
With his feet still touching the floor, his knees bent on the edge of the bed and his head raised, his dark eyes, crinkled in the corners from laughter, took me in. His head wasn’t the only thing raised. His thick, hard cock lay across his hip, the glistening pearl of precum balancing at the slit tempting me.
“Where’s your bag?” I asked.
“By the back door.”
Even though my cabin was small, right now the back door seemed too far away. “Don’t move.”
“And miss this? I’m not going anywhere.”
After taking a mental snapshot of him lying naked and fully erect on my bed, I forced myself to walk away to grab his overnight bag.
It might be time for him to start leaving a few things at my place so he wouldn’t have to keep hauling them along every time he stayed over. It also might be time for me to stock up on lube and condoms since tonight was only the first night of hopefully many more nights together.
I just couldn’t blow it.
But I sure could blow him.
A soft snort burst from me at my unexpected juvenile thought. I threw his bag on the kitchen table—safely out of reach from destructive teeth—and dug through it to find what we needed.
Suddenly it hit me… Why my body hummed like a live electrical wire. It wasn’t only from sexual arousal, but from the thrill and anticipation of…
Not fucking, but actually making love with Rett. Our first night together had been simply sex, but tonight I wanted it to be different. I didn’t want him to think I was using him since that was farthest from the truth.
I rushed back to the bedroom with the condoms and lube, tossing them on the mattress next to Rett, so they’d be close.
His eyes went wide when, without even a pause, I dropped to my knees at his feet. “Chase…”
“I owe you more than I’ll ever be able to repay you.”
He reached for me. “You don’t owe me anything and you don’t have to do that tonight.”
I ignored his outstretched hand. “You’re right, I don’t. But I want to.” Plus, it would give me a little time.
If I buried myself inside him right now, I would probably disappoint the both of us. Worse, embarrass myself. I really needed to harness Rett’s endless supply of patience so I could use it myself.
It might help if I concentrated on something other than stuffing my cock into one of Rett’s holes. Giving him head first might do that.
“I’m not going to argue,” he stated and his head flopped back onto the bed. He waved a hand around over his lower stomach. “Do what you feel is necessary.” He feigned an impatient sigh.
“Are you sure?” I smothered my grin.
His head lifted slightly. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll deal with it.”
Cupping his erection in my palm, I lifted it from his hip, a string of precum now dangling precariously.
I licked my lips and then licked him, letting his salty tang coat my tongue.
He moaned and lifted his hips off the bed. My eyes flicked from his cock to his face. His own were shut tight and his jaw tense.
“I haven’t even done anything yet.”
One eyeball popped open and pointed my way. “Don’t worry about me. Just go ahead and do whatever torture you’re planning.”
I shook my head. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
Once I took the tip into my mouth, he sucked in a sharp breath. With his cock pulsing in my palm, I sucked the crown, then used the flat of my tongue to trace the underside along the thick ridge. When I reached his sac, I pulled one ball into my mouth and sucked on it gently before doing the same with the other, scoring another drawn-out groan from him.
“Jeeeeeesus, Chase.” His raspy response and his fingers clenching the bedding encouraged me to continue. Nonetheless, I could do better.
I lifted my head only long enough to say, “Grab the lube.”
If he was barely hanging on right now, before I hardly did anything, he was going to be in for a big surprise.
His head shot up off the mattress and his mouth was slightly parted as he stared at me. “What are you planning?”
“Grab the lube,” I repeated.
His hand shot out to the location where it was tossed and without looking, he patted the bed until he found it. As soon as he had it in his possession, I held my hand out above his stomach. “Lube up my fingers.”
“Oooh.”
“Are you going to be okay with that, too?”