Chapter 25

The camper was small and cramped, but the perk was that it took no time at all for us to tumble into Chase's bed. I wanted out of my head. To not think about the loss and the loneliness that he'd endured for the last three years because I'd been so damn selfish. No amount of groveling would ever make up for it. I could only prove that I'd be better going forward. That I wasnt the same self-centered teenager that had left four years ago.

Chase hovered over me, grinding his hips into me, and the friction drove me mad. I needed his skin, needed to feel the connection to the man I still loved after all this time. If I told him how I felt now, it wouldn't mean anything. I had to earn that from him, and I planned to start doing that by properly worshiping his body.

I flipped our positions, pinning Chase to the mattress as I held his hands above his head. "Look at you. So willing to give yourself to me. Always begging for it."

Chase raised his hips, the way his cock tented his shorts giving away just how much my words always affected him.

"Tell me, baby. What does my greedy little slut need? Does he need his cock sucked? His hole fucked?"

He pinched his eyes closed and whimpered. "Goddamn, Nathan. Need you to fuck me. Need your mouth, need your cock..."

I rewarded his answer by gripping him through his pants and giving his dick a squeeze. "That's such a good little fuck-boy." My fingers fumbled for his zipper, pulling it open before shoving the shorts and boxers down his legs. The last to go was his tank top, that I pushed up over his head. All that bronzed, sun-kissed skin was at my disposal, and I was starved for it, ready to dive in and feed off the man who was willingly giving me his body.

There was no fanfare when it came to taking off my own clothes. Skin-to-skin, we rocked against each other on the bed until we were sweat-slick and panting. Our hands roamed the smooth planes of each other as our mouths fused. It was different this time. We were different. While we could easily pretend that this was just another hookup, this meant more. This was our souls reconnecting and finding understanding again.

My hand dipped between our bodies, finding his leaking cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and lazily jerked him.

Chase wasnt a fan, growling at me before shoving me back. "You're never gentle with me. I want us. I need that feeling of being used. You're the only person to have ever given me what I want."

Maybe I shouldn't feel pride in that statement, but I did. It was powerful to know that I'd be the only one to have satisfied his real needs.

I smirked before sitting up on my knees. "On all fours, then. Ass in the air. Show me what's mine."

Chase's face turned pink before he smiled and did as I instructed. He dropped to the bed into the ordered pose, going a step further and grabbing his ass cheeks to spread them and present me with that beautiful pink hole. It begged as it clenched and unclenched under my stare.

Fuck.

How was it that this man was so damn stunning, even when presenting himself in a position that was debauched and filthy? I grabbed the meaty globes of his ass, leaning in, and running my tongue across the tight pucker of his entrance. Chase hissed as he jolted at the sensation. My hands held him in place with bruising force as I stabbed my tongue inside his opening, softening him to me.

The noises he made as I continued to swirl, taste, and explore his inner creases had my body coming alive. The way he squirmed beneath me set my blood on fire. I wanted every last bit of this man, to devour his sounds, to live in these moments where he was blissed out.

When I pulled back, the bottle of lube sat on top of the sheets. Chase had hidden it beneath his pillows the last time, and perhaps he'd pulled it from there again. Excitement rushed through my veins that he was ready for this, that he wanted me that badly. My only hope was that we'd always be this hot and heavy for each other.

I snatched the bottle and coated my fingers. As I shoved one inside of him, I scanned the bed and noticed the lack of a condom again. We'd forgone it once and still hadn't talked about it. Was this his way of saying that he didn't think we needed one? It wasn't enough to stop me in the moment. I wanted him too badly. But I'd need to remember to bring it up the next time I got him to focus long enough.

"You stopped?" Chases voice was pained, laced with a hint of panic that I had paused completely.

It was enough to prompt me back into action. That lone finger inside his warm and inviting hole jammed forward, finding that sweet spot that had him shouting and clutching the sheets. "Didn't stop. Keeping you guessing." It was a lie, but he didn't need to know about my moment of chaotic thought.

But I was back in the game, pumping my finger in and out, watching as Chase squirmed at the intrusion. I wasn't gentle about it before shoving a second finger in alongside.

"That's enough. Fuck. Nate. Just fuck me."

I growled at his demands because he never got mouthy with me. Never demanded I do anything. "So damn impatient. You want that hole filled? Want me to treat you like the little slut that you are?"

I didn't get a response, only a whimper as Chase's chest collapsed against the bed. I yanked my fingers free before lubing up my cock and lining it up with his entrance. That brief moment of hesitation was back, to see that I was about to push inside with nothing between us. He was mine. So fucking mine. He bore my marks, and Id painted him deep within. I owned Chase Dawson, and that's what it had really all been about.

There was no more thinking, no more second-guessing what any of it meant. I shoved my dick home, sinking balls deep. Chase cried out, his back arching as I wrapped my arms around his chest to keep him close. I did my best to get him to follow my breathing, to steady him, and get him to relax. "That's it, baby. Slow breaths. Take it easy, and it'll all feel so damn good in a moment."

Chase tilted his head, and his lips met mine in a sloppy kiss. Our tongues fought outside of our mouths as he struggled to pull in air. It was all so damn dirty, and I was loving every second of it.

When his breathing finally evened out and his facial features relaxed, the animalistic side of me took over once more. I shoved his chest back to the mattress. Chase's hands flew above his head, clutching at the pillows as my hips began to rock. The sight of my dick sliding in and out of him was perfection. My hands slid over his ass, giving it the occasional slap. He yelped with the first blow, but groaned with the second. Before I knew it, my hands rained down smacks every other thrust, making his cheeks a bright, hot red.

My natural instinct to soothe the sting came in as my hands were back to gliding over the abused flesh. With the way Chase was moaning below me, he'd more than liked this turn of events. There was no thought behind it, no idea where the motivation to do it came from, but one of my fingers slipped inside him, next to my cock.

Chase immediately locked up. "What the... oh fuck."

He didn't tell me to stop, so I kept going, leaving my finger in place as I kept fucking inside of him. Before I knew it, a second finger had joined the first, and Chase was clawing at the sheets, begging me to keep going. To give it to him harder, faster, deeper.

The vision in front of me was mind-bending. Chase was so fucking hot like this, stuffed so damn full of not only my dick but my fingers. "Oh fuck, baby. I wish you could see it. You look so damn good, taking me so fucking well."

Chase let out a series of whines. He couldn't form a coherent sentence. He had to be close, and my free hand wrapped around him, finding his neglected cock, pumping in time with my thrusts. His hole was so fucking tight with the addition of my fingers that it was difficult to hang on, almost impossible not to teeter over the edge.

"Come on. Come for me. Be a good boy and come."

With a shout, Chase sprayed the sheets below him. His passage clamped down impossibly tight around me, and I had to pull my fingers free as I let loose inside him. My hips pressed to his ass as I rode out my orgasm. The fear that if I pulled out, this would all shatter was overwhelming. The moment had been too intense.

Chase collapsed onto the sheets, my dick sliding free. My cum oozed from his hole, and my eyes remained glued to it. My mouth watered, and before I knew it, my fingers were shoving it back in before licking a stripe across his opening. With a hiss, Chase bucked against the sheets before I latched on and explored deeper. The taste of my release inside of him should have been a turnoff, but for some reason I was hooked. I wanted it all. I didn't stop until I couldn't taste me on him anymore.

My body melted into the space next to Chase on the bed. He was warm and safe, and when my arm wrapped around him, he snuggled in until we both fell into a sated sleep.