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I need to be able to make him feel even a fraction of how good it was. I switch up the angle so I can get the best hold on his cock, and something about having him in my hand always feels more intimate than every time I’ve kneeled for him.
I move a little lower as I slowly start to stroke his cock, breathing deep at the crook of his arm again, because I can’t get enough of how he smells.
He lifts up his arm a little, gazing down at me.
“You into that?” he asks.
“No,” I protest. “But apparently I can’t control what turns me on when it comes to you.”
“You like how I smell,” he taunts me. “I like how you smell.”
I move up toward his face again, speaking close to his ear. “I’m always fresh as a fucking daisy, and you’re well aware of that.”
He turns and gives my neck a little bite. “Are you saying I smell bad?”
“No. You smell fucking incredible.”
He hums. “Grip my cock harder than that.”
I oblige. I realize that he’s even closer than I thought, and he falls against me as he comes.
All at once, I’m certain of something.
I could never get sick of him.
I want this forever, and I don’t care if it feels crazy to think so.
“No energy drinks?”
“Of course not,” I tell him, looking over at him the next morning as he opens my fridge. “Actually, I don’t have anything here right now, because I’ve been in New York. You want to walk to the store down the hill with me? We can grab whatever you want.”
He hums.
He’s still shirtless, with navy blue sweatpants slung around his waist, and the way it highlights his lower abs should be illegal, it’s so sexy.
“I’m surprised you aren’t telling me how unhealthy energy drinks are.”
“I think they probably cause more anxiety than they fix sleepiness, but you do you, Chase.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. I’d rather have the Logan Special. Green juice alongside a cold brew.”
“I’m rubbing off on you, aren’t I?”
“God, I hope so, because I love it when you rub off onme.”
He laughs, and a minute later he goes to toss on a loosetank top and join me back in the kitchen. “Let’s head to that store.”
The walk down the sloping road is peaceful with Chase.
“I’ve always loved the winding roads here,” I tell him. “It’s a good ass workout, too.”
“You don’t need another ass workout. How could your ass get any better?”
“Now you’re just buttering me up.”
“I mean, hopefully. Maybe literally, later.”
I give him a little shove as he laughs, and I pull him close for a little kiss. “Why would someone use anything other than the lubeliterallymade for it?”
