Chapter 7 Kneeling

• Chase POV
• I slide my hands under his shirt, over his muscles, and pinch his nipple. His dick thickens more, and I swear I've missed this. I've missed the moments when I forget the worries, and I give him some control.
• My hand travels down to his pants, I unzip them over his bulge. Shoving my hand inside his boxers, I fist his cock at the base with a firm grip and then squeeze.
• "Fuck...Please..." he breathes out, his eyes become dazed, and I swear I can taste his desire.
• "Admit, you fucking love it, baby; you love me fucking up because it leads to this." I pull him out entirely and stroke him firmly. I go from the base to the tip, teasing his foreskin slightly with my thumb before pinching it. He hisses and rocks his hips.
• His hips continue to move as he fucks my hand.
• "I still fucking...hate you...You fuck everything...up." He groans, and his head falls back in pleasure.
• "You don't think I hate you? Hate that I feel this way for you? No one else, just you and Jax, and I fucking hate it. But that doesn't mean I don't love it at the same damn time baby." I drop to my knees between his legs.
• His eyes widen, and he stares down at me, his hand still gripped in my hair.
• "Chase, what are you-" He groans when my mouth slides around his huge cock, relaxing my jaw and taking him as deep as I can. I get it, I don't do this shit, not with him. He's always the bottom, and I rarely do it with Jax, but today...Fuck I need to.
• I groan at the taste of him.
• "Fffuuuck...Chase." He releases a long curse, followed by my name, before throwing his head back. He wraps his free hand around my nape, digging his nails into my skin. His eyes close, and I work him deeper.
• "Mmm," I mumbled around his cock, rubbing it against my throat, then sliding him out for my tongue to twirl around his foreskin. My tongue laps over the opening and precum leaks out. I drink it greedily, which only makes him leak more. His hips jerk with each movement of my tongue.
• "Fuckkk....Mmfuck..." he breathes out, his hips jerking more. I want to see his fucking eyes. Grasping his hair, I yank, and his eyes open.
• "Keep them open, baby; watch me choke on your cock."
• He looks down at me; his grip tightens on my neck and in my hair. He grunts, the sound deep and masculine. I suck on his cock, licking and making noises as I swallow him deeper.
• I push my head closer, forcing his cock deeper until I gag on it. His lips part, "Fffuck..." he thrusts harder, gagging more me. The way he looks right now, I'm not sure why I deny doing this so often.
• Keeping my hand gripped hard at the base of his cock, I play with his balls slightly before squeezing them, he jerks and begins pounding into my mouth.
• The lust fills his face, hate, lust, want, need.
• Give me everything, baby; I want all your emotions. I want to feel everything I do to him.
• "Fuck...Oh fuck...Fuck..." The curse repeatedly flies from his lips, and his thrusts turn crazed. I let him use my mouth to take his pleasure as I squeeze his balls and suck against his length.
• He pulls me harder against him using my hair so I gag louder, and his hips slam harder, forcing his cock deeper into my throat.
• "I'm close...Fuck..." His thrusts become animalistic, and I slide my free hand up his chest and pinch his nipple hard. "Fuck...Chase...Fuck..." He drives into my mouth with urgency. I dig my nails into his nipple, which sends him over the edge more.
• A long grunt escapes his lips that burns through my skin as his cum explodes in my mouth and down my throat. The salty taste of him lingers, and I continue sucking him, swallowing down every drop.
• He thrusts his hips a few more times, riding out his orgasm. A short while later, he looked at me, and I could see the guilt.
• "I'm sorry," his words are quiet. "I...Fuck...I'm sorry for that."
• I climb up onto his lap. He's not typically a dominating man or hard. He's usually softer, but that's fine. "Baby, you're fine, I swear."
• "You have marks on your neck." He peers at me.
• "Which is no different to the marks I constantly leave on you. You didn't hurt me, baby, I promise." Leaning forward, I kiss him, his tongue moves against mine, and he groans.
• "Ahm." The sound has me jumping back.
• "How long have you two been there?" Blake looks towards Jax and Dhalia.
• "Pretty sure we heard him gagging against your cock through the door before we opened it, so around then," Jax smirked, and I turned and walked off. Why the fuck did I do it in the living room where she could see?