Page 71 of Returning Your Love
And neither of us were at fault for that truth.
His hazel gaze had latched onto mine, desire flaring, burning through my groin and causing goose bumps to break out over my entire body. There was no question he experienced the exact same need as I did. Yearning etched on his face, his parted lipswaiting to be tasted. Pink cheeks begged for my hands to cradle them with the tenderness he deserved.
Desire had dictated my actions, and his face upon opening his front door had lit me up inside as quickly as his hands had yanked me over the threshold.
“Want your dick, Chaz,” I whispered hotly against his mouth, getting straight to the point because we’d waited long enough.
“Jesus.” He gulped and ground against my hard length, fingertips digging into my ass. “Fuck, yes.”
I forced my hands off him only to yank my fleece off overhead, taking my shirt along with it. We came together again, and I tore at his worn T-shirt until it ripped down the middle, allowing me to touch his skin.
Groaning over the heat of his chest against mine, I ran my hands over his back as he did the same to me, both of us grabbing hold of each other’s ass cheeks at the same time. I considered the bedroom for all of two seconds but dismissed the thought of the bed he’d shared with his wife.
Kicking off my shoes, I tried to keep our lips plastered together. Didn’t want to give him space or any downtime to rethink where we were headed either.
He pushed off his jeans with shaking hands and stumbled in his haste to kick them away along with his shoes. I finished stripping first and squeezed the base of my granite-like cock, pausing to look him over fully for the first time without having to hide how the sight of him affected me.
Pale skin, blemish-free, stretched over muscle and bone. His build was a little more slender than my own but no less sexy in my mind. A trail of dark hair started at his navel and spread downward, untrimmed and wild around the base of his dick. Pre-cum pearled at the slit and slid along his length as I stared. He was a leaker, and I needed a taste.
I snagged his balls and dropped to my knees, diving onto his dick without warning.
“Oh fuck—Jamie!” Chaz grasped at my hair and yanked me closer, his hips thrusting to stuff my mouth full. His cockhead lodged in my throat, and I swallowed, unable to groan over how perfect he felt on my tongue, the salty tang of him coating my taste buds. “My God…Jesus. Fuck—sorry.” He jerked back, but I moved with him, taking him into my throat again, hungry as fuck for his dick.
A deep groan rumbled from both of us.
“G-Gonna come if you don’t stop,” he panted, and I slowly backed off, tongue laving over the vein running up the length of his shaft.
A quick little suckle on his slit, and I crawled around him on hands and knees toward the couch. Kneeling on the edge, arms along the back, I presented my ass. “Fuck me, Chaz. My ass is yours to do with what you want—always has been.”
“I-I don’t have any lube.”
A rush of air left my lungs as I realized I wasn’t a hundred precent sure he’d be into fucking me like this.
“I can take you without it.” I spat on my hand and reached around my backside, smearing the slickness over my hole.
Chaz cursed, shuffling closer as I spat for more.
“Put your hands on me,” I said, pushing two fingers into my ass as deep as I could. “Spread me open.”
Warm palms clasped my cheeks, and he groaned as I arched my back to show him where I needed him, sliding my fingers in and out of my ass.
“Spit on my hole,” I ordered. “Get me good and wet.”
“Jesus, Jamie.”
“Do it.”
A glob of warm wetness hit my crack and dripped over my taint. I gathered his spit, shoving it up my hole.
The head of his cock brushed over my hand, and a whimper escaped me.
The need to be filled had never been so great or consuming. I pulled my fingers out of my ass and wrapped my hand around his stiff length.
Goddamn, my man was a leaking faucet—good news for me.
I smeared his pre-cum over his shaft, getting him slick. Wouldn’t work as well as lube, but here we were, and I was done waiting. Situating his firmed tip at my hole, I bore down, pushing onto him.
He popped through my ring, and I hissed, holding still.
