Page 78 of Method Acting

And he kept rolling his hips, rubbing against me, rutting, and soon he was moaning again.

That sound . . .

It did something to me.

It lit a fire in me like no one else ever had.

Resting on one elbow, he fumbled his hand between us, trying to get both our cocks in his hand. “Fuck,” he hissed.

“Here, let me,” I said, taking over. I wrapped my fingers around us both, and he thrust into my fist, sliding against me. He kissed down my neck, sucking and groaning, shuddering with each thrust.

“Fuck, this is so good,” he breathed. Then he pushed up off me, his hands beside my shoulders so he could watch our dicks sliding through my fist. “Oh, holy fuck.”

It was a glorious sight. So hot the way our cockheads peeked through my fist, leaking precome. Him, me, both of us together, making the slide wet. The slick sound was obscene.

I groaned. “So fucking hot.”

Chase looked down at me, his eyes locked on mine then. Ablaze with desire and honesty, there was nowhere to hide.

His mouth fell open and he gasped, his eyes rolled, and he shuddered. “Gonna come again,” he breathed, and his cock was so hard, so swollen, throbbing, pulsing against mine.

The pleasure was exquisite.

“Fuck, yes,” I whispered. “Come. I wanna see you come.”

He thrust hard, every muscle in his torso straining, his eyes closed, and his teeth clenched as his orgasm took hold.

He pulsed in my hand, against my cock, and it tripped me over the edge with him. Waves of bliss and fire ripped through me and I came, shooting come over my hand and onto my belly.

Tremors racked me, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

I was too wiped, too blissed out to worry about reality or the consequences.

Chase collapsed on top of me, smearing our come between us, his breaths on my neck. “That was so fucking hot,” he panted. “Two down, an infinite number of times to go.”

I snorted, still too wiped out to speak, let alone argue.

Would I even argue?

Probably. There were a thousand reasons why this was a terrible idea, I just couldn’t seem to think of any. Just not right now.

He rolled us onto our sides, and when I tried to pull away, he pulled me harder against him, throwing his leg over my hip as well. “Nope. You’re staying right here. Need to cuddle.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re needy?”

“Nope. Never needed to cuddle before, so shut up and enjoy it.”

I snorted again. “How is it possible that you can make me come twice and I still find you annoying?”

He smiled, his eyes closed. “It’s a special skill.”

I gave up fighting it and sank into the boneless feeling. “Fucking hell.”

“Yep, for sure. Next time you will.”

“Next time I will what?”

“Fuck me.”

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