Page 77 of When I'm Gone

Since discovering that my issues seem pretty reliant on not being able to wander off into my own head, Chase has quickly adjusted to make it impossible. He overwhelms my senses in the best way, filling my ears with indecent things, cherishing every inch of my flesh with his lips and fingers, making me look him in the eye and beg for more.

And to think, we haven’t even gotten all the way back tofull-blown sex yet, and he’s already doing this much to keep me comfortable with him.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands.

A highlight reel of dirty thoughts starts up. How does he expect me to choose? “You.” At least it’s honest.

He chuckles darkly, vibrating my chest. “You want me to what, beautiful?” He kisses me again, deep and heated, frying my brain. Nothing exists except the way his tongue dances with mine as he owns me so thoroughly with his mouth. Chase isn’t done teasing me though. “Want me to kiss you? Want me to touch you?”

“Please,” I whimper.

The sound Chase makes goes straight to my aching dick, growly and possessive. When in doubt, manners are always going to get me somewhere with him. He obliges, hands skating over my shoulders, down to my ribs, very pointedly ignoring where I want him to touch me but finding every sensitive spot along the way and making me go out of my mind with desire.

By the time he makes it to my legs, I snap, “Chase.” It wasn’t supposed to sound that whiny and petulant, more like I’m about to start begging rather than a demand. He massages my thighs and flashes me a smug grin.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

He’s a monster and I hate him. I might be obsessed with him. Whatever. They’re the same thing. “Make me come, please.”

Chase’s eyes threaten to consume me with all the lust he’s looking at me with. His control snaps and he kisses me wildly, palming my hard length through my shorts. My eyes roll back into my head. Fuck, he feels so good.

“You’re leaking for me, my sweet Chaos. You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” God that smoky voice does terrible things to me.

A whimper escapes my throat. “For you,” I clarify with a groan. “Only for you.”

Chase flips us so suddenly it steals my breath, and suddenly I’m staring up at him. The one who made my world start turning again, stole away the longest of nights and gave me a brand new day.

Finally,finally, he slides my shorts off along with the rest of the clothes that separate us, pressing kisses along my groin and making goosebumps break out across my skin. My dick throbs at the attention. Chase is still in a teasing mood, apparently, because he’s in no rush to end my suffering, sucking my balls into his mouth one at a time before lapping at the pre-come sticking on my head.

Funny how keeping me at the edge of madness helps me find my voice. “Suck me,” I demand. The wicked glint in his eye is telling; I’m really in for it today. He tongues at my slit, and I have to chomp down on the inside of my cheek so I don’t shout. Of course, my troubles don’t go unnoticed as Chase decides my mouth would be more useful if I suck on his fingers.

“That’s it, beautiful. Get them nice and wet for me.”

I do. Like there was ever another option when he uses that tone, full of awe and admiration. When he’s satisfied, he takes them away and sucks the head of my cock in the warm heat of his mouth.

“Fuck,” I hiss, resisting the urge to punch my hips forward, seeking more, more, more. That’s when he slips one naughty finger inside me. He slides it in and out in time with the bob of his head. The need to touch him overwhelms me. When I slide my fingers into his soft dark hair, he looks up at me approvingly. He rewards me with a second finger. The slight burn is so, so good, giving me a taste of what I crave.

Heat gathers low in my belly, making me grind my teeth, trying to force myself back from the edge. I want this perfecttorture; I crave the way he forces my body to incredible highs, and there’s no way I want this to be over so soon.

Chase hums as he swallows around my length, the vibrations of his throat make my eyes roll back in my head. I barely notice the third finger sliding in and out of my ass. When he crooks them just right, I feel it all the way down to my toes.

Sensing how close I am, he pulls off my cock with an audible pop, continuing to massage my prostate with dizzying perfection. “You’re so gorgeous like this, sweetheart. Riding my fingers like a fucking pro.”

Something unintelligible falls from my lips, probably more begging if I’m being honest. He’s not even touching my dick and I’m about to fucking come. “Please,” I whine as the desperate need for release starts to become too great to ignore. “I want to come with you inside me.”

“I love that filthy mouth you’re getting. So fucking hot.” He doesn’t ease up his ministrations in the slightest. When he seals his mouth over me and sucks, I’m done for. My toes curl, my spine bows and pure ecstasy floods my veins. Chase takes it all, draining me dry until I whimper for relief.

He sits back on his haunches, rock-hard cock jutting out obscenely, and smirks at me like an evil mastermind. “What’s that look for?” I ask breathlessly, raising an eyebrow at him. He only taps my knees in response. When I don’t move, he does it again.

What the fuck is going on?

Surely, he can’t mean…

Slowly, I lift my knees to my chest, baring my most intimate parts to him and any unlucky plane that flies overhead. Embarrassment burns in my face all the way to the tops of my ears. Being on display like this, in broad daylight nonetheless, has me questioning reality a bit.

Like he can hear my thoughts running rampant, Chasebrings his hand to his face and spits. I think my jaw just came unhinged. “What… what are you doing?”

He uses my cum to slick his cock, and my heart stops beating. “I’m doing what you wanted, Chaos.”

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