Page 46 of Hearts of Fairlake

"Pretty sure I covered that."

He snorted, pressing his face into my stomach and shaking his head. "I guess it doesn't matter why you do it because you have other ways to show you care about people. Plus, it's kind of hard to think of you as an actual asshole when I watched you pretty much play third dad, if not uncle, to Ayla these past years and then do pretty much the same to Bri, Adam, and Bennett's brood."

"They're kids," I said, stroking his hair gently. "I can't be mean to kids."

"Youaregruff...but they're not fooled by it."

"With people like you and Bennett around them all the time, they're never going to take me seriously."

He chuckled, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. "You know, before we decided to be assholes to one another, I was trying to seduce you."

Ah, we were pivoting away from the conversation. Which either meant he was still trying to work his way through how he felt about the argument, or he was already moving past it. Which meant I would figure it out later. “Is that why you were groping me under my shirt?"

"You call it groping. I call it skillful seduction."

It was my turn to snort harshly. “Skillful seduction. You've never had to seduce me a day in your life."

"I certainly tried a few times when we were younger," he said with a laugh. "And either I was bad at it, or you’re just dense."

"So sweet," I grumbled. “You've never had to seduce me since we started seeing one another. I'd say you only have to be naked, but that's not even a requirement. Just existing is enough for me most days."

"I remember when you fucked me on the dining room table that one time," he said with a snicker. "You told me later it was the pants I was wearing and how I was eating."

"Well, that's the truth. You gave me head by the front door when I went out to get the mail one time, all because of the pants I was wearing."

"Chase...those were gray motherfucking sweatpants. Youreverythingwas on full display and bouncing around as you came back to the house. And you were wearing that tank top that doesn't like to sit right on you and rides up to show your stomach. You were practically goading me into jumping you."

There was no way in hell he couldn't feel what effect the conversation was having on me, but I continued talking as he continued to pretend he couldn't feel me growing hard in my pants. "Or how you like to jump me when I get in the door, even before I can get my boots off."

"I've had a thing for you for a long ass time. You come home dirty, smelling like oil, gas, and sweat, and I associate those smells with you. Somewhere along the line, I ended up having a kink for mechanics. So now I have a thing for you and mechanics, so I can't always help myself."

I let out a low growl, knowing that was just as enticing for him as those stupid sweatpants. “And what time do you have to go into the bakery today?"

"Not till the morning," he said, his hand sliding into mylap with a smirk, flicking open the button to my jeans with a twist of his wrist.

"So...plenty of time," I said, knowing that if I wanted to, I could stretch the foreplay out, and he’d go with it. I'd done it before, if only to prove I could restrain myself when it came to him. The end result was definitely not something I was going to argue with since by the time the two of us had finally given in and ripped our clothing off, I was ready to lose it at the first touch. The sex had been even more intense than usual, but as I learned, holding out like that took willpower I didn't normally have.

And today wasn't one of those days.

I leaned back as he undid my pants and fished my dick out. He wasn't the first who had been thrilled to find a big partner, but he was one of a few who could match that enthusiasm with practical skill. Considering he made sure he didn't get upset about things like Bennett, I tried not to think too hard about where he would have gotten those skills or how.

A groan burned up my chest and out my mouth as he took me into his mouth, sucking half my cock inside and letting it fill his throat. He twisted his body to get a better angle before rocking his head back and forth. There was absolutely no shame or hesitation on his part, and he let the bedroom fill with the wet sounds of slurping and the low whimpers he made as he shoved me into his throat completely.

I was helpless before him, knowing I would eventually find the willpower and get moving. Right now, though, all I could do was soak in the feeling of his mouth and the grip of his throat around me as he bobbed up and down. His fingers dug into my thighs as he hovered above me, nails biting ever so slightly as I could feel him trembling from excitement. With his constant shifts at the bakery over in Fovel and mybeing at the shop all the time, we hadn't had as much time for one another as we might have liked, and it was the perfect opportunity to make up for it.

With a low noise, I pushed until he got the hint and let me roll him onto his back, my dick slipping out only long enough for me to kneel over his chest and aim toward his mouth. Once again, he didn't hesitate as I pushed forward, parting his lips with my thick cock and feeling it sink into his throat. There was only so far I could get at this angle, but when it came to blowjob positions, this one was easily our favorite. It allowed me to position myself on my hands and knees and effortlessly fuck his mouth.

That was precisely what I did, loving the thrilled moan that came out of his mouth and around my sensitive shaft as I began to pump. Devin could take quite a bit of abuse, so to speak, and roughness wasn't something I had to worry about, which was a rarity for me, considering my strength and...size. But even with him, I had to be careful not to batter the back of his throat too much, or he’d end up with a sore throat and get annoyed again.

He was also a sneaky shit and managed to find a way to lube up two of his fingers to slip inside me as I guided myself in and out of his mouth. Bottoming wasn't my thing, but with a partner I was comfortable with, I had no problem with a bit of assplay, especially with Devin. He was pretty sneaky about it, and before I could lock on to what he was doing, he had his fingers inside me, finding the nerves that made my cock jump in his throat. Now the little shit had it so that when I pulled out of his throat, I was fucking myself on his fingers.

Desire and heat rolled through me, and I pulled free from his mouth before I lost it completely. He complained as I slid out, and I pushed his hands away, bending down to kiss him fiercely. Outside this room, I tried to be gentler and kinderwith him, but in the bedroom? Our favorite had always been hot and heavy, with more than enough roughness on top. I wouldn't dare manhandle or control him with our clothes on, but nude? The rules were far looser.

"No," I told him in a rough voice. "It's been days since I last got off with you, and when I come, it's going to be in your ass. And there will be enough to be there while you're working, and you can think aboutthatall day."

"Fuck," he said with a little, breathless laugh. "You know I love that."

"So do I," I grunted, pushing back. "Now, let's get these clothes off. I'm going to fuck you on your stomach this time."

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