Page 114 of Method Acting

His eyes went wide, his lips parted, his breath caught. His hand went to my hip to hold me, to stop me. I almost joked that he didn’t seem to have much to say now, but I didn’t. “You okay?” I asked.

He nodded quickly. “Just... slow.” His brows furrowed and his nostrils flared.

I stilled, the head of my cock barely inside him, and the restraint it took. The restraint... Oh god. “Chase,” I whispered.

He nodded again. “Okay.”

I let myself push in, still as slow as I could, but so good. So tight, so hot. All the way in. “Oh, holy fuck,” I ground out. So much for taking all night. I wasn’t going to last two minutes.

To distract myself, I concentrated on him, his comfort, his pleasure. I moved with him, for him. I made love to him. Drove my pleasure into him, and he rolled his hips faster, his rhythm increasing with his urgency.

He clawed at my back, moaning and gasping as I sucked on his neck. “God, Amos, more. I’m so close, I need more. Don’t stop.”

So I kissed him as I thrust harder, and he slipped his hand between us to stroke himself. Then he cried out, arching his back and groaning as his orgasm took hold. He shot come onto his belly, groaning and twitching, his ass milking and squeezing.

I came so hard, so completely, I almost blacked out. The room spun and went dark and silent. All that existed was him and bliss. I collapsed on him, spent and boneless, out of breath.

“Fucking hell,” I mumbled. “Did I die?”

He chuckled underneath me, but I couldn’t even lift my head. “Boyfriend sex is so much better,” he murmured. “So was that the big or little orgasm? I need to know which one for round two later tonight.”

“Round two? I’m still dead.”

He laughed. “Just kidding. That was totally a big orgasm. I’ll take the smaller one as a BJ or a hand job in the shower. Later. When you’re alive again.”

I sighed, so ridiculously happy in that moment I would’ve agreed to anything. “Okay.”

I pulled out of him and discarded the condom and he pulled me back in for a cuddle. “Little-spoon nap time.”

Laughing, I tightened my arms around him and closed my eyes.

Chapter Seventeen

Chase

Amos and I walked into the dining hall for what would be our final breakfast filming day.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Where were you two last night?” Jess asked us. “Noticeably absent, I see.”

Tucker pulled my shirt collar. “Noticeable hickey, I see.”

I rubbed my neck and Amos cleared his throat, his cheeks pink. The fact he’d left a love bite on my neck was one of my proudest moments. “That’s not even the best one,” I said, beginning to lift my shirt. “Wanna see the crowning glory?”

Amos grabbed my hand. “No, they don’t.”

They all laughed, and I fell into my seat, then regretted the sting in my ass. No one noticed, thank god. Well, no one but Amos. “I’ll get you breakfast,” he said quietly, disappearing.

“So, what did everyone get up to last night?” I asked.

“Not as much fun as you two, clearly,” Didi said with a smile.

“Speak for yourselves,” Max said. Jenna gasped and whacked his arm, making everyone laugh.

“Uh, yeah,” Phoebe said. “Speak for yourselves.”

Then she lifted hers and Jess’s hands. They were holding hands?

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