Page 56 of Love Collided

His chest rumbled with a satisfied groan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I could barely move, let alone say anything. How could I admit out loud to anyone that I wanted to see them do…that?

He leaned down, kissing me hard before getting up. A lounge chair was behind him and he sat back.

“Come here,” he said, that sleepy, husky tone back.

“I wasn’t agreeing to a blow job. If that’s suddenly what you think is happening, it’s not.” Sex felt new now, and not entirely in a good way. Everything I had done and gained any confidence in doing again was ruined, wrecked with the thought that I wasn’t good at any of it because of Jesse.

“No, Hellcat. Just come kiss me.”

I went to him, leaning down and placing a hesitant kiss on his lips.

I was kissing Chase.

And I would never admit it out loud to anybody, but I liked it. I liked it even more, knowing that he liked it.

I kept kissing him until I was moving to his neck and chest, not wanting to stop now.

His head rolled back as my lips moved lower, kissing along the waistband of his boxers. I was never big on the blowjob thing, either. The power dynamic with Jesse always left me feeling helpless, but this wasn’t like that. Somehow, he had toldme what to do, but I felt in control. He was groaning at my touch, his hips involuntarily pushing up as I licked at his abs.

I sat back on the bed and watched as he pulled his hard cock out. His hand fisted it, only covering about half his length.

It was so much to take in. Watching someone do something that felt so private was one thing, but to somehow want to be involved felt foreign to me. I finally looked away, not sure what else to do.

“Eyes on me. You keep looking at me, that’s the point.”

“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“No? This is the point. You watch me and if you want to join, I watch you. Don’t overthink it, enjoy it, and if you aren’t, you have your magic word.”

“Join as in…be over here doing myself, or come help you?”

“Whichever you’re in the mood for. You can also sit there watching, being beautiful, making me think about you coming over and sitting down right on me.” His eyes grew heavier. “I can’t wait to watch your greedy pussy take this all.”

“All?” I asked, looking it over again.

“Every fucking inch will be buried in you.”

My eyes went wide, wondering if that was even possible. Heat flooded me again, making me want to give in and touch myself. The ache grew to an almost unbearable amount. I wanted relief again, but I had spent way too many nights doing that myself. I would rather wait for him to help.

“I want to cum just from the way you’re looking at me,” he said.

“Then cum,” I said, my eyes glued to him.

He gave a laugh that was nearly a moan and picked up his pace.

“Tell me again, baby, tell me what you want from me.”

“I want you to cum,” I said, hiding the nervousness in my voice.

“Do you like to boss me around now? Do you want to see how far you can push me? What you could make me do?”

My chest grew heavy as my breathing deepened. It might only last a little longer, but I liked the idea that I had any control here. It made me want to actually ask for what I wanted.

“Yes, I do. So cum.”

He swore through gritted teeth, still moving his hand, the strokes shorter and faster now. If you would have asked me last week if I would be sitting here watching Chase do this, I would have died of embarrassment. Now, here I was wondering if it was worth prolonging this mess we were creating to watch him do it again.

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