Page 53 of Summer of You

“That’s it. It feels good, right? Wait until it’s my cock hitting you right there.”

Just imagining it had me wanting it, thrumming for it. My whole body was a live fire, burning so damn hot I was sure to scorch him if he kept touching me.

“Now.”

“What?”

“Fucking now, Chase.”

His fingers retracted, and he stared at me. “Are you sure? I could prep you more. Make sure you’re comfortable...”

“Fuck. No. I want the burn. Make it hurt for me, baby. I want to feel you for a week. Plow me into this damn bed. Rip me in two if you need to.”

The pink that spread against his cheeks was too cute. I’d said so much worse to him, but I was desperate for it. I wanted to be fucked, plowed, and owned by the man that had held my heart since we’d been fifteen years old.

Chase’s hands were back to shaking so hard they dropped the bottle of lube. I snagged it from the bed and pumped a generous amount into my palm before wrapping my hand around his dick and coating him thoroughly. “That’s it. You want my hole. Want to fucking own me as much as I own you. You’re such a good fucking boy when you get fucked, and now you get to do the fucking. Show me just how good you can be.”

Chase whimpered as his cock jerked in my hand. He yanked his body away from my grasp before he pushed me back into the bed and aligned himself between my thighs again. The feel of his cockhead against my opening threatened to tighten me up all over again, but I did my best to hold off. I’d told him to push, to make me feel it. While I might regret that choice later, the way his eyes blazed as he stared down at me, I didn’t give a flying fuck at the moment.

Hell. My body was in hell. It was the only way I could describe it when he pushed inside, but it was the best type of hell. It was a hell in which Chase owned my physical being and ripped me apart. He took ownership of me and derived pleasure from me. I craved this. Lived for this. Wanted every last second of the discomfort my muscles endured because there was no way he’d ever let me do this to him so often if he hated it. It had to start feeling good at some point.

When Chase suddenly stopped, my eyes cracked open. He was rubbing at my cheeks and it was only then that I realized that he was wiping away tears that were leaking from the corners of my eyes.

“Do you need me to slow down?”

God damn, he was so sweet.

“No. Slow is the last thing I want.”

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes before he gave an experimental thrust of his hips. Fire licked through my veins, but God, it felt amazing all the same. To know that it was him, that I belonged to him. He was the only person to have ever been in my body this way, and hopefully was the only person who would ever be in my body this way.

When I didn’t object, Chase picked up speed. His thrusts were slow at first, but he sped up. He tossed his head back, and he looked absolutely stunning with the way his dirty blond hair draped over his shoulders. When his cock hit that magic spot inside, I shouted,and the smile that spread across his face made something in my chest flutter to life.

Chase was gorgeous. Inside and out. And he was one hundred percent mine.

Chapter 37

Chase

This was insane. Perfect, but insane. The feel of being inside of Nathan was everything I’d ever imagined it to be, but something was missing.

When my face fell, he had to know something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

My thrusts continued, but at a much more slow and languid pace. If I didn't ease up, I would surely fall over the edge.

“I love this. It all feels so damn amazing... but...”

Without missing a beat, Nathan chimed in. “You miss that pretty little hole being filled, don’t you? You want to be fucked just as much as you want to fuck. Do we need to plug you up? Please tell me you have a plug. A good little whore would need to be filled all the time, wouldn’t he?”

I didn’t, and I regretted it. I had a dildo, which had been my faithful companion for a while, but that didn’t seem fitting in the moment. The idea of stuffing me with a plug was appealing, and maybe it was something we could explore in the future.

“Noplug.”

Nathan moaned and rocked against my hips, fucking himself on me a few times. “We need to fix that.” Apparently, the idea was exciting to him as well.

Before I knew what was happening, Nathan was above me. My back was on the mattress and after he bounced on my cock a few times, which was a sight I never thought I’d see, he pulled off and reached for the lube. There was no asking permission because he knew what I needed when he doused his fingers and pressed them inside me.

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