Page 35 of Craving The Chase

“Never. We don’t need help. We just need each other. You wouldn’t survive without me, baby. I don’t want you to. And I sure as fuck refuse to live without you.”

Our breaths mingle with shallow pants, so close together. I hate that he’s right. What the fuck has he done to me? I want to cry tears of devastation. The Chase I thought I was, is not the Chase I truly am. Why am I not hitting him? Why am I not kicking him out and calling the cops? Why am I panicking at the idea of never seeing him again and actually trying to find excuses for him so that I don’t have to deal with the reality of this situation?

His large ringed hand grabs my dick, which quickly perks up at the contact. I’ve lost my mind. No ifs. No buts. I’m as fucked up as he is.

“See, baby. Look how hard I make you. How much you want it. Deny it all you want but you can’t hide the truth from me. I’m part of you now. I’ve imprinted myself on you.I. Know. Everything. About. You.'' His harsh whisper is so possessive, so seductive. I’ve been lured by the devil's tongue, and fallen for it.

Without thought, I grab his face, kissing him with everything I have, handing myself over to the shadows. And I hope I staythere. It’s the only truth I know. It's the only time I have felt truly alive.

God help me.

CHAPTER 29

NOAH

Pushing Chase hard into the door, I destroy his mouth until we run out of air, forcing us to break free. He’s finally seen what I’ve seen, that we can’t break this connection between us. The car triggered a dose of reality and made him spiral, but I’ll always be there to make things right. I know he is as addicted to this thing between us as I am. Maybe not as intensely, but if he were truly bothered by me killing that fuckface, he wouldn’t be trying to eat my face right now.

Removing his jacket, I rip open his shirt. Buttons fly everywhere, pinging onto the hardwood floors as I continue to pull off his shirt. I quickly manage to dispose of my hoodie and T-shirt, before latching onto his nipple, sucking hard like he loves. He yelps and pushes his torso further into my face and grabbing my hair, causing jolts of pain that make me hum in pleasure. With spit dripping off his bud, I stand, grabbing his waist in a tight hold.

“Turn around.”

Chase has fallen into his submissive form, his body lax, turning around as requested, awaiting instructions with hishands braced against the door. This is what he needs. It's who we are and I won’t let him question it again.

I reach around his waist to unzip his pants. Pulling them down, I grab his boxers with them and discard them to the side. I stand back to calm myself, taking in the image of him braced against the door, perfect in his naked form. That pert ass with the dimples at the top, tempting me to get inside. I can only oblige. Falling to my knees, without a thought in my head, I firmly pull his cheeks apart and lick his hole until it gapes open for me. I alternate between fingers and tongue. The sounds of my saliva as I suck and lick him are filthy. His moans are pornographic. Full of torment and want. I sweep my tongue up his spine until I’m standing fully flush behind him.

“You ready to be reclaimed, baby?”

“Just fucking do it, I’m already destined to hell. No better than you.” His voice is harsh as he hits his forehead against the door, resigned to his fate.

I let a large glob of saliva drip from my mouth onto my cock, I don’t have the patience to get lube. And without any gentleness or warning, I push into him in one thrust. His hands rise above his head, nearly on his tip toes, trying to grab hold of something to keep him grounded.

“Tilt your ass back.”

Which he does. I hold onto his hips and fuck him so hard, it’s a wonder he isn’t splitting in half. Drawn out groans leave his mouth, sweat beads at my temples, grunting with urgency, so close to cumming I can feel myself about to burst.

“Not gonna last, baby. Jerk yourself. Come on my cock.”

I hear him spit into his hand, working his dick at the same speed as my cock is pounding his ass. The air reeks of sex, the wet sounds of his spit and the slapping sounds of my groin against his ass make this scenario so indecent that I wish it was being filmed. This is raw and primal fucking. A mating of souls.

My balls throb as my orgasm approaches. Just as I spill into his ass, Chase cries out like he’s been holding it in for years. It's a cry of pleasure and relief. I follow just behind him, my legs shake like an earthquake has just hit, making the floor unstable.

We stand in the quietness that fills the house. I’m unsure whether Chase will start to try and pull away again or just accept his destiny. But I need to test the waters so I can plan for a good outcome.

“Are you okay?” I ask into his sweaty neck, still buried inside him.

“Yes,” he whispers, which is followed by a sniffle.

Fuck. Is he crying? Did I hurt him? Gently I pull out of him, ignoring the mess we have made on the floor and turn him around to face me. His eyes are full of tears and red around the rim. So pretty.

“You don’t look okay.”

“Because I’m not. This is so fucked up, Noah. It feels like I’m saying goodbye to who I thought Iwas, a good guy. But I’m not, am I? You’ve admitted to killing someone, along with a list of other things. And here I am, not turning you over to the police or running away like I should. I’m more worried about losing you than hearing an innocent man has died at your hands, because of me. I’m unstable, aren’t I? Is it always going to be like this? Someone dies if I get hurt or upset?”

“I can’t lie, Chase. But I’m always going to be like this and I’m not sorry. I will do anything to protect you and what we have. It's just the way it is.”

Chase nods in what appears to be understanding. I’m not sorry for what I’ve done. It's who I am, and if Chase turns a blind eye and ignores that part about me, then so be it.

“That's what I thought.Shit. I’m such a bad person. Still wanting this. Wanting you. I should hate you.”

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