Page 30 of Chasing Secrets
“Chase,” he gasped, “if you keep that up, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast!”
Instead of pulling away, Chase swallowed him to the root, throat muscles contracting around Jalen's swollen cockhead as pre-cum leaked onto his tongue. Chase’s fingers dug into the tender flesh where thigh met ass, spreading him wider as his other hand rolled and tugged at Jalen’s heavy balls. White-hot pleasure shot up Jalen's spine like lightning, his hole clenching on nothing as his cock throbbed, ready to explode.
“Almost—” Jalen’s warning dissolved into a gasp as his entire body tensed. The pressure built rapidly at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with each slide of that relentless mouth. His thighs trembled as he tried desperately to hold back, to make this last just a little longer.
Chase looked up at him through dark lashes, never breaking rhythm, and that visual connection was all it took. Jalen came with a strangled cry, hips jerking upward as pleasure crashed through him in pulsing waves. His fingers tightened in Chase’s hair, probably painfully, but the man didn’t pull away. Instead, Chase swallowed around him, throat working as he took everything Jalen had to give.
When the last aftershock faded, Jalen collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving. His limbs, heavy and languid, felt like they’d been replaced with warm honey. “Holy…” he panted, throwing an arm across his eyes. “That…”
A soft chuckle reached his ears as Chase moved up his body, pressing kisses along his hip, his stomach, the hollow of his throat. “Glad my cooking isn’t the only thing you enjoy.”
Jalen lowered his arm to find Chase hovering above him, lips wet and eyes dark with hunger. The sight of this powerful, dangerous creature looking at Jalen like he was something precious made his heart stutter.
Heat flared through Jalen again at the taste of himself on Chase’s tongue when their mouths met. His hands slid down Chase’s bare back, feeling the play of muscles beneath warm skin.
“I want to taste you,” Jalen whispered against his lips.
Chase’s eyes darkened. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He pushed against Chase’s shoulder, and the larger man allowed himself to be rolled onto his back, a look of amused interest on his face.
“You sure you’re up for it?” Chase raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Maybe you need a nap before—”
“You’re the fossil, not me,” Jalen interrupted, sliding down Chase’s body. “You don’t get to have all the fun.”
“Who am I to stop you from playing?” he teased.
“Exactly. With the way I feel, you’ll be lucky to survive this.” Jalen hooked his fingers into the waistband of Chase’s sweatpants, tugging them down his thighs. His fat cock sprang free, thick and hard against his stomach.
“Holy shit,” Jalen breathed, wrapping his hand around the base. His erection was hot and heavy in his palm, the skin silky over steel. “You’re… proportional.”
Total cliché, but true.
Chase laughed, the sound cutting off into a groan as Jalen stroked him experimentally. The sexy beast. “Is that a problem?”
“More of a challenge.” Jalen shrugged. “Seems I’ve become an expert at challenges lately.” He looked at Chase. “If I don’t come up for air in five minutes, send in a rescue team.”
Chase’s hand came to rest on the back of his head, not pushing, just a gentle weight. “You don’t have to take it all.”
Jalen looked up at him through his lashes. “Watch me try.”
He wrapped his lips around the head, tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, savoring the way Chase’s breath hitched. Slowly, he took more into his mouth, saliva making everything slick and easy.
Taking his time, Jalen explored with lips and tongue, learning what made Chase’s breath hitch, what made his thighs tense.
“Fuck…your mouth…” Chase groaned, hips twitching slightly.
Jalen hollowed his cheeks, taking his cock deeper with each bob of his head. He couldn’t take all of Chase—not even close—but he used his hand to cover what his mouth couldn’t reach, creating a rhythm that had Chase cursing under his breath.
“Just like that.” His voice was a desperate rush of air. Gentle fingers threaded through Jalen’s hair, tightening when he clearly did something Chase liked. “God, just like that.”
Encouraged, Jalen grew more adventurous, varying his speed and pressure. He pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, tonguing the slit before taking his dick deep again, loving the way Chase’s thighs trembled on either side of him. His free hand cupped Chase’s balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. The weight of them in his palm, the taste of pre-cum on his tongue, and the musky scent filling his nostrils all combined to make Jalen’s own spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
Chase’s hand tightened in his hair, not painfully but with enough pressure to make Jalen moan around his shaft The vibration pulled another curse from Chase’s lips.
“So good,” he murmured, voice strained. “So fucking good.”
Jalen sucked harder, hand working in tandem with his lips. He wanted to taste his cum, wanted to make Chase lose control the way he’d made Jalen fall apart.
