Page 84 of Method Acting

Oh god, that’s hot.

I pulled back, resting on my haunches. His eyes shot open, angry... until he saw me smiling at him. “In a hurry?”

He snarled at me, which was funny as hell until I pulled his shorts down and his underwear, leaving him exposed to me. His thick cock lay toward his hip, his balls tight.

He sat up, six-pack bulging as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it. “Your turn.”

I climbed off the bed and kicked off my Chucks, pulled my shirt off, then faced him as I popped the button on my fly. I watched as he enjoyed the show of me pulling my dick out and stepping out of my jeans. I grabbed the lube from the top drawer and found a condom—thank fuck—it’d been a while since I’d needed them. I tossed them on the bed, then took my place back between his legs.

He looked so fucking hot, lying there, waiting for me.

Chase Soria, of all people.

He bent one knee, his foot flat on the bed, and stroked his cock. “You like what you see,” he murmured. “Don’t try to deny it. I can see how you look at me.”

I leaned over him, my hand on the mattress beside his head. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I said. I kneed his thighs apart and his nostrils flared, his eyes dark. But as soon as I cupped his balls and began to tug on them, the cockiness was gone and the desperate, close-to-begging Chase was back.

“Oh fuck. Don’t make me come yet.”

I smiled down at him before I kissed him, licking his tongue. I tweaked his nipple, making him jerk in surprise. “Ow.”

I laughed, needing a moment of clarity. To calm down, to make this good for him. To make this about him.

I took the lube and slicked my finger, rubbing his hole. He instinctively lifted both legs. So fucking easy. I fucked him with just the fingertip, then to my knuckle, then more lube and a second finger.

“Oh fuck. Don’t tease me, please. I just need to feel you.”

God, if he kept talking like that, I was going to last one minute. I was thanking my stars that he’d made me come twice yesterday, otherwise this’d already be over.

I rolled the condom on, hissing as I smeared lube over myself. I was so ready for this...

With my hands on the backs of his thighs, I pushed his legs up to his chest, positioned myself at his entrance, and pressed in. Just the tip, in and out, until there was no resistance. And I watched it in his eyes when I pushed the head in. The pop of surprise when I breached him and slowly sank in.

Slow, inch by painful inch.

Chase’s eyes rolled back as his eyelids closed, his mouth open. “Fu-uck,” he said, his breath hitching.

So I took his cock in my hand and began to gently stroke him. He’d softened a little, but with a few deep breaths and a few strokes, he relaxed, and only then did I begin to move.

Stroking him in time with my thrusts. As slow as I could manage.

His hole was tight and hot, the warmth drawing me deeper inside him. I tried not to think about how good he felt.

I made myself not think about how good he felt.

How amazing he felt.

Like nothing I’d ever felt.

I dropped to one elbow beside his face and kissed him. Open mouths and lazy tongues, shuddering with restraint as I pulled out only to slide back in, deeper, further, hotter.

Better.

“I’m not gonna last,” I bit out, rolling my hips. “You feel too good. Fuck.”

He groaned, long and loud, and his hand went between us, stroking himself harder and faster. So I fucked him the same way.

Harder, faster.

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