Chapter 36
Chase had never been shy with me about his sexual desires, but that had been a first. The way he'd taken exactly what he'd wanted, no matter how rough and forceful, had me harder than I'd ever been. I needed to get this show on the road.
That I had offered to let him fuck me made me nervous, and my heart pounded despite how aroused I was. I wanted to experience this with him and knew there was no one else that I'd ever let into my body in this way. I'd had a few girls I'd hooked up with stick a finger there and had even been rimmed a couple of times, but that wasn't the same thing.
I rolled to the side and then dragged Chase on top of my body. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at me wide-eyed, realizing that he was in charge here. This added such a new dynamic to our relationship, and I wanted to experience it. I trusted him and he had to know that I was willing to give as much as I took. That he was that important to me.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked as his hands soothed up and down my chest.
I laughed as I grabbed at his fingers to still him. "This is your show. Do what you think is best."
Chase's whole body trembled like he was nervous, and he had every right to be. Had Chase ever taken charge during sex before? With the way he bit his lip and his fingers fumbled with the lube bottle, probably not. If he had taken charge, it hadnt happened often.
He slid down my body once his fingers were coated and spread my legs apart. It left me feeling open and exposed, but not uncomfortable. Chase had a way of putting me at ease. He nuzzled that space between my dick and my thigh as one cool, slick finger pressed at my hole.
My body wanted to reject it. It always did, even when I knew just how good would feel. I took a deep, steadying breath and relaxed. When Chase's finger slipped into my body, a low moan rumbled out of my chest. His breaths were warm and comforting against my skin, but it still made me jump when he sucked the head of my cock between his lips. The dual sensation of his wet heat on my dick and his finger inside of me set my blood on fire. It took everything not to thrust into his beautiful mouth.
But maybe that was what he was aiming for.
Chase's head sank down my shaft, his throat opening around me. He swallowed as he pushed his finger in and out. The dual sensations were glorious, delirious, and almost too much until he lined up that second finger and pressed it inside.
The stretch and burn were intense, and my body froze. I didn't want to tell him to stop, that this was a terrible idea, because leading up to this had been absolutely perfect.
Chase's mouth slid off my cock. "You have to relax. If you don't, it will hurt."
My face burned, but I nodded and did my best to relax around that overly stuffed feeling in my ass. I could tell people I was bi all I wanted, but Chase really was the only guy I'd ever been with. Not that I hadn't found anyone else attractive. And it didn't make me any less bisexual to have mostly been with women.
My derailing thoughts were enough as Chase's fingers moved inside of me, and my back arched. He hit something inside me that had me seeing fucking stars. Maybe thats what those girls had been trying to do. It felt fucking phenomenal, and if having something feels that good... sign me right on up.
Chase smirked, and his fingers pegged the spot again. "Oh, fuck." My eyes pinched closed as I rocked against his hand.
"That's it. It feels good, right? Wait until it's my cock hitting you right there."
Just imagining it had me wanting it, thrumming for it. My whole body was a live fire, burning so damn hot I was sure to scorch him if he kept touching me.
"Now."
"What?"
"Fucking now, Chase."
His fingers retracted, and he stared at me. "Are you sure? I could prep you more. Make sure you're comfortable..."
"Fuck. No. I want the burn. Make it hurt for me, baby. I want to feel you for a week. Plow me into this damn bed. Rip me in two if you need to."
The pink that spread against his cheeks was too cute. I'd said so much worse to him, but I was desperate for it. I wanted to be fucked, plowed, and owned by the man that had held my heart since we'd been fifteen years old.
Chase's hands were back to shaking so hard they dropped the bottle of lube. I snagged it from the bed and pumped a generous amount into my palm before wrapping my hand around his dick and coating him thoroughly. "That's it. You want my hole. Want to fucking own me as much as I own you. You're such a good fucking boy when you get fucked, and now you get to do the fucking. Show me just how good you can be."
Chase whimpered as his cock jerked in my hand. He yanked his body away from my grasp before he pushed me back into the bed and aligned himself between my thighs again. The feel of his cockhead against my opening threatened to tighten me up all over again, but I did my best to hold off. I'd told him to push, to make me feel it. While I might regret that choice later, the way his eyes blazed as he stared down at me, I didn't give a flying fuck at the moment.
Hell. My body was in hell. It was the only way I could describe it when he pushed inside, but it was the best type of hell. It was a hell in which Chase owned my physical being and ripped me apart. He took ownership of me and derived pleasure from me. I craved this. Lived for this. Wanted every last second of the discomfort my muscles endured because there was no way he'd ever let me do this to him so often if he hated it. It had to start feeling good at some point.
When Chase suddenly stopped, my eyes cracked open. He was rubbing at my cheeks and it was only then that I realized that he was wiping away tears that were leaking from the corners of my eyes.
"Do you need me to slow down?"
God damn, he was so sweet.
"No. Slow is the last thing I want."
Uncertainty flashed in his eyes before he gave an experimental thrust of his hips. Fire licked through my veins, but God, it felt amazing all the same. To know that it was him, that I belonged to him. He was the only person to have ever been in my body this way, and hopefully was the only person who would ever be in my body this way.
When I didn't object, Chase picked up speed. His thrusts were slow at first, but he sped up. He tossed his head back, and he looked absolutely stunning with the way his dirty blond hair draped over his shoulders. When his cock hit that magic spot inside, I shouted, and the smile that spread across his face made something in my chest flutter to life.
Chase was gorgeous. Inside and out. And he was one hundred percent mine.