Page 27 of Summer of You
His brow creased as he rested against me, trying to gain his composure before he started riding me. “What is it?”
“No condom.”
He grinned and then chuckled. “Don’t care.”
My heart thudded against my rib cage. What did he mean that he didn’t care? “You should.”
All of those worries flew out the window the second he rocked against me. My hands grabbed his hips with bruising force as he bounced on me. It all felt too amazing. I’d never done this with anyone, and with him, it felt perfect. This was meant to happen and damn the consequences. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been overly cautious in the past. We’d be fine. Right?
The warmth that surrounded me was unreal. I could feel every ridge, every muscle as Chase undulated in my lap. I loved the way he writhed against me.
My hands slipped against the planes of his sweat-slick chest. My fingers caught at his nipples, tweaking them, producing a deep moan from his chest. Chase leaned in, lips latching to mine, and we breathed in each other as we drowned in our pleasure.
My hand wrapped around his cock as it pulsed. It was angry and red. His precum oozed from his tip, and my eyes locked once more on the way his foreskin slid back and forth to expose that shiny tip as I worked him up and down. My mouth salivated, wanting to taste the dewy drops that glided down his length, but my senses were all in overdrive. This was all intense, insane, incredible. If itended now, it would be too soon, but with the way my balls were drawing up, it was imminent.
Being a selfish lover wasn’t my game. I wanted Chase to come first. “Fuck, your hole is so damn tight. Such a slut for me. Always begging to be filled. You like my cock? Want it in you all the time, don’t you?”
Chase shuddered at my words. I didn’t talk like this with anyone else, only him. He seemed to be the only one who brought it out of me. Maybe I was slightly embarrassed to show it, but with him being my first in so many ways, it never occurred to me that I needed to hide it.
“Dammit, Nate. That’s playing dirty.” His pace picked up. He bounced faster, and my fingers dug into his hips all that much harder. I wanted him on the edge, to fall over, and bring me with him.
“You like it dirty. Such a nasty fucking boy, aren’t you, Chase?”
He whimpered, and that seemed to do the trick. Hot streams of cum painted my chest. I did my best to shove him back, to pull out before I came inside, but Chase wanted nothing to do with it. With a harsh moan, I pumped inside of him, loading him full of my release. Something primal triggered in my mind. Chase was mine. All fucking mine. I marked him. In all ways possible.
I pulled out the second my cock stopped pulsing and latched onto his neck. I didn’t give a damn that he already had a markfrom yesterday. He was going to have another one. Anyone who saw Chase Dawson would know he belonged to Nathan Grant.
I fell to the side, panting heavily. The only thing that snapped me out of it was the small black and white cat that jumped up onto the bed and let out the loudest and most pathetic meow I’d ever heard.
Chapter 20
Chase
Oreo.
Of course, she’d ruin this perfect moment—the single hottest sexual moment of my entire life. And of course, Nathan would be the one to give it to me.
I winced as I crawled from the bed. My ass was sore as his cum slid from inside of me. That was the biggest mistake ever. Never in my life had I ever let anyone fuck me raw, but this was Nate, and he was different. That let him into another part of me I still wasn’t sure he deserved.
The cat continued to cry as I made my way to a cupboard and pulled out a small can of food. It seemed she hadn’t been content with the treats that I’d spilled across the counter for her when we first got inside. Nathan stood, watching and waiting to see my next move. Once I’d provided my cat with food and water, I wouldn’t be keeping him waiting. There was no need because there was no way that had been a pity fuck. It had been too much. Had meant too much. At least to me.
The second the cat dishes were where Oreo could easily reach them, I was back in my bed, wrapped around the man I needed to tell the truth to, needed to let back in. The want I had for Nathan was unreal, and he had to feel it as well. Maybe he’d felt it since he’d rolled back into town.
Fingertips trailed down my spine and I smiled as I blinked open my eyes. Late afternoon sunshine shone through the curtain I had over the window in my bedroom.
“Hey,” I murmured, as I turned to wrap my arms around Nathan. If well-fucked was a real thing, that’s how I was feeling now. I wanted to live in this little cocoon of contentment forever, but I knew that wasn’t possible. That much was evident by the unsure smile that was plastered on my bed partner’s face. A small glimmer of uncertainty still sat heavy in my chest about letting him have me unprotected.
Nathan’s sigh held so many meanings. My only hope was that the biggest wasn’t regret. That was the last feeling I wanted him to have when it came to the two of us. I wanted to live in this perfect, happy little bubble where nothing went wrong, and we went on asif nothing had ever happened between us. That Nathan had never left and forgotten to come back… That was wishful thinking.
What the hell had I been thinking? Amazing sex didn’t mean I needed to hand over my damn soul. Now that he was in my space, seeing this part of me that so few knew, the panic was settling in again.
“What are you thinking about?” His words were soft and murmured against my shoulder as he trailed gentle kisses across my skin. They were kisses that halted when my body locked up. I rolled away, creating a space that left a cavern of icy cold between us. It was a coldness I shouldn’t have created, but it needed to happen because we shouldn't have done this at all.
“Chase?” Nathan’s dark brows furrowed in confusion.
“I’m—I’m sorry, I just...” My throat was so constricted, I almost couldn’t breathe. He needed to leave, but it was shitty to just shove him out of my bed after everything.
Nathan sat up behind me and wrapped an arm around my middle. His chest was warm against my back, almost tempting me to sink into that inviting warmth. “Do you need me to go?”
