by S A Sommers
I felt the instant he relaxed and started to slide my finger in and out. I pulled all the way out, slicked two fingers this time, and slipped back in. He was tight—but what was I expecting? He admitted a long time and with all of the reading I’d done over the past few days about demiromance and demisexuality, it should not have surprised me at all.
It did delight me though.
“Oh, shit,” Chase managed. “That’s amazing, ohhh!”
The oh jumped out of him as I found the magic button inside of him—his prostate. His flagging erection suddenly stopped flagging and started pointing again. Up at me, and as I teased him, further until it reached a tipping point and laid itself against his skin, angry, purpling, and ready for a tug or two. I twisted and opened my fingers, eventually adding more lube and a third finger for just a few thrusts before I pulled them away completely.
“Dick, dick, get your dick in me,” Chase panted.
I liked this slightly out of control, finally horny man demanding I slide myself inside him.
I rolled the condom on quickly and slicked myself up with some more lube. I didn’t know how long I was going to last—I’d been ignoring my own hard-on in favor of prepping him, and I enjoyed that part a lot. So did my cock, and I was very hard and ready for this.
Before I could do anything, he grabbed my sheathed erection and pressed me against his hole. “Come on, please. Please.”
“Bossy!” I swatted his ass and he cried out.
“I’m begging—shit!”
The tip of my shaft popped through the ring of his ass, and there was an immense sense of satisfaction between the two of us. I pushed, slowly, feeling every inch of myself nestling deeper inside, and finally, I bottomed out and my own eyes rolled back in my head.
“Damn, Chase, you feel so good.”
“Don’t move yet, don’t move. If you move, I’ll come.”
“Again.”
He let go of his legs but hooked them around my back. His palms skimmed over my arms, my shoulders, down my flanks, and back up over my chest. Catching my mouth with his, he kissed me hard, possessing me this time.
“Can you move?”
I nodded against his lips.
“Good.” He smiled. “Fuck me.”
I really hadn’t meant to give Chase all the ammunition to forge this connection. I was hoping he’d be a friend. A hot, sexy friend, but I had been fine stopping there.
Now, though, dick deep in him, there was so much more I wanted from him. He was sweet, funny, helpful, kind, and hot. His cute pajamas, his amazing outfits, his smooth golden skin, his dark hair and blue eyes. And now, his handsome features, blissed out on sex and lust and I was falling hard for this guy.
Shuttling in and out, keeping a slow pace at first, I realized that I was finally in a place—and a man—I wanted more time with. I wanted to explore what we could be. I needed to explore this. After all the shit I had been through, after all I had done, and how I had kept myself away from people…here was Chase.
“Hard, baby,” he gasped. “Hard.”
Not a problem. I didn’t move faster, but I bottomed out every time, pressing over his prostate. He was grunting and his nails were digging into my shoulders.
“God, yes, Chase, mark me,” I managed. I wanted those bruises on my shoulder, those crescent marks from his nails.
One hand disappeared to wrap around his own cock, and he slicked his hand up and down his length.
“Good boy,” I managed. “Make yourself come. Take your pleasure. I want to see your cum on your chest.”
He sucked in a breath, and nodded. “Yes.”
I shifted my hips and nailed his spot every time I drove in, and he started having trouble catching his breath. “I’m not coming until you do,” I managed to instruct. His passage was so tight around my cock—it made my brain short circuit. He pulsed hard around me, a sign he was ready to come, and my eyes almost went crossed. I needed him to come soon or I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
“Marcus!”
A shout, and twist of his features, and his seed shot from the tip of his cock, up onto his chest. His passage tightened on me and there was no holding back—I immediately filled the condom between us with my own release in just a few hard thrusts into him.
“Damn.”
CHASE
I COULDN’T SEE. THE ORGASM RENDERED me blind and deaf.
Well, maybe not deaf. There was a ringing in my ears and I could hear a soft chuckle above me.
Marcus slipped out of me and I felt his movements telegraphed through the mattress as he disposed of the condom and put the lube back on the nightstand.
Panting hard, I tried to find my center again, but before I could, I felt a pair of lips and a tongue licking and sucking their way up from my once-again-exhausted cock, over my navel, up my abs.
Cracking one eye open, I found the man who had made me so boneless, again, cleaning my cum off my body.
“Jesus, Marc… That’s so fucking sexy. But, please stop because I just don’t think that my balls can handle another orgasm right now.”
“Just cleaning up after you.” I felt his smile on my skin.
“Get up here and kiss me.” I tugged on his arms and pulled him up.
Normally, I didn’t go for the whole ‘taste your own spunk’ kink, but on Marcus’ lips and tongue, it was different. Probably because it was him and there was a whole lot I liked about him.
He pulled me against his side and let out a satisfied sigh as he made himself comfortable. “You’re going to be sore in the morning, Chase.”
“Fuck, I hope so,” I answered. “Because I seriously don’t want to forget that fucking.”
“You like pineapple.” His voice was sleepy.
“I do,” I answered.
“You taste like it.” He laughed. Sitting up, he looked around like he had never seen this room before. “We should shower.” He slipped off the bed and wandered buck naked into the bathroom.
Man, that ass.
“Shower in the morning,” I called to him.
He reappeared with a washcloth and walked back to my side of his bed. “Agreed. But, gotta clean off the sex residue. Sexidue.”
“Cum cakes,” I mumbled.
“Spunktacular.”
I was laughing as he carefully wiped between my legs, brushing over my wonderfully sore hole. “I honestly have never had this much fun during sex.”
I really hadn’t. Not ever, not with my first boyfriend, the naughty professor, or the last long-term disaster I was in. No one made me laugh while we were in the act.
“Sex is a ridiculous action,” Marcus said, and swiped the last of my release off my stomach. He tossed the washcloth just inside the door of the bathroom. “I mean male-male or male-female, you’re stuffing normally squishy parts into squishy holes and making your brain do weird things expressing its delight in all this temporarily hard stuff inside squishy holes.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at that. He settled himself against me, a little laugh escaping him as well.
“If you can’t have fun doing something fun, why bother?”
I rested my head in the crook of his shoulder. “Is that your life motto?”
“No, that’s what the hell is going on right now for real?”
I chuckled again. “Pollux and the kittens are in my apartment. Should we get them?”
“Do you want to just sleep there?”
“As long as you’re next to me naked, I don’t care.”
Had I really just said that? Wow. This was a lot for my poor ‘people suck’ brain to absorb. I didn’t like that my whole modus operandi seemed to be all in or all out, with no in between.
Once I’d realized I was demiromantic, it was a lot easier to deal with not lusting after people like most of my friends did. Hookups, one-night stands, short term relationships were not on my radar. If I didn’t have an emotional, intellectual relationship, my libido just wasn’t interested. I couldn’t get excited over
random sex.
A blessing and a curse. Kieran had been one of the few men who had been willing to try and form that connection, and I had found him on a dating site that was a little less popular and lot less sticky than Grindr.
Before that, had been the three year mess with Hans that had imploded badly. So badly it had been years until I could recover part of my property from him in a civil suit. So badly, none of our mutual friends remained mutual, and none of the ones who sided with him could convince him to give me so much as a pair of underwear.
So badly that after he lost the civil case, he moved back to Austria and I think changed his name. which was better for all parties involved. Self-absorbed fucker.
And Logan. Who I’d fallen in love with, and he then just as quickly fallen out of love with me. He’d tried to drag me into a poly relationship with him and the new guy, but he was using it as an excuse to keep a place to live and cheat on me right under my nose.
I might like some kink, but being cuckolded was not one of them.
“What if Pollux has to pee?” I finally asked.
“Potty patch,” he grumbled half awake.
“That’s in here.” I had already started to get off the bed. We couldn’t leave the animals in the other apartment.
“Ugh, shit you’re right,” Marcus said, tossing a hand over his eyes.
Leaning over him in the bed, I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Be right back, voce.”
Pollux was still curled up around his kittens in the box, and once I convinced him to walk, I moved everyone into the other apartment and got them settled.
Five minutes later I was tucked into Marcus and sound asleep.
My boner was poking Marcus’s ass. It was distinctly not a pee-hard-on. It was well and truly morning wood, and I was pretty sure that Marcus was not awake, yet.
Which meant I could think of ways to wake him up. My still sleep addled brain was working way better than it should be at that point.
Nestling closer to him, I slipped my erection between his cheeks, and slid it back and forth, nudging his taint at the far end. I wrapped a hand around his hip and found that I wasn’t the only one suffering with morning wood.
I paused to grab the lube and quickly slicked my fingers and my erection and chucked it behind me. I slowly started moving again, bumping over his hole and nudging against his sac. My other hand was around his dick, following the rhythm of my movements behind him.
“Mmm,” Marcus mumbled. “That’s nice.”
“Just stay,” I murmured in his ear.
Another contented hum slipped out of him and he pressed his head back toward me. I kept a slow and steady pace, both with my hand and cock. He felt so damn good pressed against me, in my hand, over my erection.
I felt his body tremble a few minutes later, and his breath was more a gasp than anything else.
“Want to come,” he whispered.
My other hand wasn’t busy at the moment, and I snaked it down his back, to the top of his ass and slowly further, reaching for his hole and brushing against it, over it a few times. Marcus’ whole body shook, and I felt his shaft jerk in my hand. I held him just a little bit tighter, and as I brushed over him again, the tip of my cock pressing against his balls, he let out a sigh of relief and I felt him shoot his release into the sheets.
He pressed his thighs together when he recovered, and gave my cock a tighter place to slide through. I pressed my dick in harder against him with the hand that had just jerked him off and in a just few pumps later, I came.
My cum spread on his thighs and ass, but he let out a satisfied breath, then rolled over. He leaned over and gave me a long, sensual kiss. “Morning, baby. I think there’s a shower in our future.”
“And a load of laundry,” I teased.
“Well, yes. I’ll strip the bed if you get the shower going.”
I tried to spring out of bed, but it didn’t work very well. My foot got caught on the dog at the side of the bed and I went down, dragging all the sheets with me. Pollux woofed indignantly as the sheets covered and trapped him.
“Shit, the kittens.” Marcus popped off the bed with ease after I had taken the sheets out.
He trotted into the living room, buck naked, covered with my release which did funny, primitive things to me—and damn that was a nice good morning for me, and laughed loudly.
“Chase, the kittens are learning to climb.” The amusement in his voice was undeniable.
I grabbed my boxers and slipped myself out of the sheets and into them. Snagging his, I walked over and handed them to Marcus.
The kittens had definitely learned to climb.
There was one hanging on the curtains on the window. Another had managed to get to the top of the bookcase. The last two were perched on a shelf above the couch.
Pollux barked and walked into the room. He sat down and barked again. Marcus shook his head, pulling his boxers on. “Well, let’s get them down. Then you can run the shower and I’ll join you quickly because you jump started the bed stripping.”
“I can jump start—”
His hand covered my mouth. “Shh. Shush. Keep those ideas for the shower.”
“Ooh, really?” I asked, walking into the living room, and heading for the curtains.
“It’s Saturday. The vet opens at nine, and it’s just past eight now,” he answered, heading for the bookshelf. “Keep your ideas for the shower.”
We were almost late for the consultation.
MARCUS
One month later…
“MC!” CHASE CHIRRUPED WALKING INTO his apartment.
I laughed, watching Pollux play fighting with Proust as MC sat on the back of the couch. Chase walked straight to her and she looked up at him. “Mrrrow?”
“How’s my baby kitty?” Chase scooped her up and cradled her against his shoulder.
“I’m good, mister human.” I mimicked a high-pitched kitty-ish voice. “I have shat in the proper place today, and didn’t break the skin on other mister human’s finger when he gave me my pills.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you really think she sounds like that?”
“She’s a cat, Chase, she sounds like a cat. Some meowing, a few purrs, the occasional hiss, and gets scared by her own farts.”
“Hmph.” He turned and walked into his now-back to normal bedroom, making soothing sounds at his cat.
I shook my head and went back to stirring my risotto.
Two minutes later, he appeared in a light T-shirt, cargo shorts and no shoes, with MC following him back into the kitchen. “What did the vet have to say?”
“She’s fine,” I answered. “He’s thrilled with her results, and we just need to keep an eye on the incision and make sure it’s looking as good as it did today. Her blood came back perfect, and she’s even gained a half a pound, which made him unreasonably happy. He wants two more weekly checks and then we can go to a month.”
“And the other kittens?”
“I’m bringing Tarzan to Sorcha tomorrow. Princess and Bubbles are settling in with their new home perfectly.” I leaned over, and stared straight into his eyes. “Everything is fine, babe. Don’t stress. All the animals are perfectly fine.”
I was forever grateful that MC’s cancer had turned out to be a slow growing, self-contained tumor that the doctor was able to cut right out. She’d had some chemo to make sure that it was out of her system, and she was home with Chase. None of it was cheap, but Chase had a huge network of friends who chipped in and helped us pay for her care.
I was being sucked into the circle. I’d give Chase shit for all his friends, but I didn’t mind hanging around with all likeminded guys and girls in the group.
“Did you hear from Felix?”
While I had never met the guy, the story of his arrogance and ridiculous over the top actions had caught my attention. But more, we were actually puzzled by him.
“I haven’t heard a thing. Just that his FMLA has another six weeks on it, and then he had to either come bac
k or take whatever position they have for him.” Chase folded his arms and leaned back on the counter. “I am actually worried about him, and can’t even begin to think of what could be going on.”
“Could be rehab,” I answered.
“No. I mean, I don’t think it’s that. He never seemed the type to be into the nose candy. I hope he comes back soon. I’m tired of doing his work and the client is getting impatient with my different style than Felix attitude.” He snorted. “Yelling at me doesn’t do anything, buddy. Every artist is different.”
“Man, tell me about that,” I mumbled.
“How’s the big contract coming?” He smiled, cuddling MC who had perched on his shoulder.
“Everything is rolling along.” I smiled. “We’ll have the first five episodes done next week. I am really thrilled at how they are coming out.”
The very pit of my stomach flipped. I’d been warned today that Roberts was going to be in, and I was glad I wasn’t wasting a vacation day. But three times in the last month, he’d violated the rider—not just violated it, but somehow managed to wander into the large editing room Sorcha and I were working in.
She’d screamed at him to get out. He did. But somehow he’d managed to get back in when she wasn’t there. I had to grab my bag and leave before he said a word. I didn’t want to be the one running away from him, but I had no choice. There was law involved.
I hadn’t told Chase about the whole thing, because that meant I would have to explain everything to him, and I wasn’t ready to revisit that yet. I was going to have to, soon, because I realized I wanted Chase to be the real thing for me.
Everything that had happened in the past month felt so very real to me. He was just this expanding ball of personality. He loved the cats, and he loved Pollux and I could just spend hours and hours with him.
I did, in fact. Either in his place or mine. We had defiled just about every surface and cushion in both apartments. The sex was just amazing, and so were the calm mornings with coffee and croissants. I also thought it was time to have the conversation. We were sleeping in each other’s beds almost every night, anyway.