Chapter 19

Itried my hardest not to question anything when Chase led me in a different direction from his parents house. He was twenty-two, so it was logical that he could have moved out. There was no need to assume the worst, but I hadn't expected him to direct me to the small, mostly empty lot with the decaying camper.

My respect for him grew. Chase had always been an enigma, a force to be reckoned with. He had no fear and he more than proved that this morning when my uncle pointed out the hickey and he'd refused to put on a shirt. He'd worn my mark with pride, without care or consideration for what others thought of him or his choices.

When we broke apart, Chase struggled to open the door to his home. His fingers shook as he held his keys and worked them into the lock. His hat was long forgotten on the ground. It was dark inside, but I didn't give him time to think, time to dissect if I was considering or picking apart his space. I wanted to pick him apart. He was my one and only focus.

"Where is your room?" The words were panted against his lips as we could only manage to break apart for a moment before he grabbed my hand and dragged me down a very narrow passageway into a space that housed a queen-sized bed. He grabbed a bag of something along the way, ripping it open and dumping the contents across the counter. Odd, but I didnt mind as long as I got what I wanted.

This was what I wanted. I wanted to know who he'd become since I walked out of his life. This didn't scare me at all. Chase took care of himself and had a roof over his head. He had a job, ate three meals a day, and he had friends.

It didn't take long for my hands to shove his shirt from his frame. I wanted that sun-kissed skin exposed. If it were up to me, he wouldnt wear any clothes—ever. Naked. That's what he needed to be. At all times.

"Nate..." He broke off with a groan as we rolled across his mattress, Chase landing on top of me. His fingers made fast work of my shorts, pushing them down my legs with my boxer briefs. If Uncle Drew hadn't interrupted us this morning, I was sure this was where things would have led.

We still had the issue of way too many clothes. I wiggled out of my shirt as Chase shifted to remove the rest of his clothes, and when we were both gloriously nude, it was as if time stood still. A bed and a hot, naked man on top of me. That was all I needed. My fingers itched to map him, to memorize every last inch in case this never happened again. Please never let this stop. Let Chase stay forever. I wanted him past this summer.

"Lube?" I asked.

Chase nodded before producing a bottle from beneath his pillow. As quickly as I could, I pumped the cool liquid onto my fingers and found the crease of his ass. His hole was warm, puckered, and welcoming. My eyes closed as one finger slipped in. My cock gave a pulse at the memory of being inside of him. It had been far too long, and I wanted it back so damn bad.

"Fuck, Chase. Your hole is begging for it. Such a good boy."

He hummed as he rocked against my fingers. His face contorted with satisfaction as my hand continued to stretch him open. One, two, three fingers, and he was fucking himself on them. Nothing was better than watching this man derive his own pleasure from me. It would only be better if it was my cock instead of my fingers.

"Now be a good boy and get me ready," I instructed.

Chase's eyes were completely black and blown wide with lust when he opened them. He licked his lips and nodded, grabbed the bottle of lube, and pumped a generous amount into his palm before coating my dick. I hissed at the contact. Wordlessly, he dislodged my hand from inside of him before aligning his hole and sinking down.

My eyes rolled back before I realized what the fuck was happening. We'd been too caught up in the moment. I was inside of Chase and bare. Nothing but the lube between us.

Between gritted teeth, I attempted to slow us down. "Chase..."

His brow creased as he rested against me, trying to gain his composure before he started riding me. "What is it?"

"No condom."

He grinned and then chuckled. "Don't care."

My heart thudded against my rib cage. What did he mean that he didn't care? "You should."

All of those worries flew out the window the second he rocked against me. My hands grabbed his hips with bruising force as he bounced on me. It all felt too amazing. I'd never done this with anyone, and with him, it felt perfect. This was meant to happen and damn the consequences. It wasn't like I hadn't been overly cautious in the past. We'd be fine. Right?

The warmth that surrounded me was unreal. I could feel every ridge, every muscle as Chase undulated in my lap. I loved the way he writhed against me.

My hands slipped against the planes of his sweat-slick chest. My fingers caught at his nipples, tweaking them, producing a deep moan from his chest. Chase leaned in, lips latching to mine, and we breathed in each other as we drowned in our pleasure.

My hand wrapped around his cock as it pulsed. It was angry and red. His precum oozed from his tip, and my eyes locked once more on the way his foreskin slid back and forth to expose that shiny tip as I worked him up and down. My mouth salivated, wanting to taste the dewy drops that glided down his length, but my senses were all in overdrive. This was all intense, insane, incredible. If it ended now, it would be too soon, but with the way my balls were drawing up, it was imminent.

Being a selfish lover wasn't my game. I wanted Chase to come first. "Fuck, your hole is so damn tight. Such a slut for me. Always begging to be filled. You like my cock? Want it in you all the time, don't you?"

Chase shuddered at my words. I didn't talk like this with anyone else, only him. He seemed to be the only one who brought it out of me. Maybe I was slightly embarrassed to show it, but with him being my first in so many ways, it never occurred to me that I needed to hide it.

"Dammit, Nate. That's playing dirty." His pace picked up. He bounced faster, and my fingers dug into his hips all that much harder. I wanted him on the edge, to fall over, and bring me with him.

"You like it dirty. Such a nasty fucking boy, aren't you, Chase?"

He whimpered, and that seemed to do the trick. Hot streams of cum painted my chest. I did my best to shove him back, to pull out before I came inside, but Chase wanted nothing to do with it. With a harsh moan, I pumped inside of him, loading him full of my release. Something primal triggered in my mind. Chase was mine. All fucking mine. I marked him. In all ways possible.

I pulled out the second my cock stopped pulsing and latched onto his neck. I didn't give a damn that he already had a mark from yesterday. He was going to have another one. Anyone who saw Chase Dawson would know he belonged to Nathan Grant.

I fell to the side, panting heavily. The only thing that snapped me out of it was the small black and white cat that jumped up onto the bed and let out the loudest and most pathetic meow I'd ever heard.