Page 12 of Cross Checks

I gasped when Chase knelt before me, opened my jeans, and started to stroke my hard cock. His agile tongue expertly teased my head, and he rubbed the base of my shaft until I was on the edge of climax.

“Chase,” I gasped, frantically raking my fingers through his hair as pleasure rose in my balls. I swallowed hard and choked out the words, “I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t stop, and I lost control. My orgasm pierced through me like an arrow shot by Cupid. My entire body shuddered in pure pleasure.

We both lay on the bed, and I reached out to unzip Chase’s jeans to show my appreciation. Minutes later, he shuddered through his orgasm, his breath escaping in ragged gasps while molten cum rolled down the sides of his cock shaft.

I held him close, loving the way our sweat-slicked bodies fit together. His muscular frame was a perfect match as he pushed back against me.

“Chase, that was incredible,” I whispered.

He chuckled softly. “Yeah, it was.” He rolled over so he could look into my face while we talked. Those soulful brown eyes made my toes curl with excitement.

“Hey, Hank, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“What made you invite me to your house instead of just having a date at a bar or restaurant?”

I swallowed hard, and I suddenly hoped I hadn’t pushed too far too fast. “Well, I did want something private that wouldn’t cause rumors to start, but there was something else.”

I was sincere and knew I’d have to complete my statement. I was taking a calculated risk, but Chase was worth it. I didn’t want to hide anything from him.

“I have to admit it. I think I’m falling for you. Hard.”

His eyes widened briefly, and then a gentle smile took over. He stroked my bearded cheek. “I’m relieved to hear you say that.”

“You are?”

“I am because I’m falling for you, too. I know it’s ridiculously fast, but we’re both adults. I hope you don’t mind that I’m a little younger.”

“Younger but more experienced,” I responded. “Isn’t that like a perfect balance?”

He chuckled. “I guess so. I didn’t look at it that way. Honestly, there’s something about you, Hank. You make me feel so…alive.”

I grinned from ear to ear. “I don’t think anyone has ever said anything like that to me.”

Our lips pressed together again, the heat of our connection still simmering between us. Chase pushed my shirt all the way off my shoulders, and I shrugged it off to the floor.

I knew that I wanted more, but I wasn’t sure how to ask in a way that didn’t make me look like an insatiable slut.

Fortunately, Chase took care of the issue for me. He placed his lips near my ear, and in a whispered voice, he asked, “Round two?”

“Yes,” I agreed without hesitation, and my cock instantly jumped back to full attention.

“First, let’s get rid of the rest of our clothes,” Chase suggested.

We stood, and I kicked off my shoes before tugging off my jeans. When Chase started to jump back into bed, I stopped him.

“I want a good look first.”

His body was the closest I’d ever seen to a Greek god up close. His chest and abs were smooth except for a light trail heading south from his navel.

I missed something when I saw him shirtless before. He had a tattoo of a crossed pair of hockey sticks on his right shoulder.

"Absolutely," I agreed without hesitation, desire rekindling within me at the mere suggestion. I couldn't get enough of him, every thought consumed by the need to learn all the ways I could pleasure him—not just tonight, but for countless nights to come.

We soon lost ourselves in each other’s arms, and I gave Chase the first blow job I’d given any man. I was hesitant at first. I didn’t want to react badly to something that thick in my throat.

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