Page 70 of Shifter for Brains

"God,yes,there."

Chase’s skills at opening me up were perfectly balanced between practical and filthy, knowing just how to twist his fingers to make me gasp and see stars, how to tease at my prostate and sweep everywhere but where I needed him, then push in deeper and take my breath away.

As he pushed three fingers inside me, I strained under him, towards him, pushing us closer together. Chase chuckled, a dirty little laugh that made my dick throb with need.

“God,” he said. “You weren’t kidding about being quiet.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nah. I’m definitely capable of making enough noise for both of us.”

Yeah, he was a chatty guy in general. He’d never sounded better than right now, voice slower and rougher, full of heat.

Him rocking my world was pretty much guaranteed as the blunt head of his cock pressed at my entrance. I had an idea about rocking his too. Not like this.

"Wait, move over."

"Huh, stop?"

"No, don’t stop. Just freaking-there."

Even though he moved with me as I directed us, he seemed supremely puzzled by our new arrangement, looking up at me in confusion. I sat atop him with Chase on the bed and against the wall. I saw the moment it clicked and his eyes darkened.

“Lucas,” he groaned.

I sat in his lap, ready to go for a nice hard ride.

His hands caressed my sides without directing, letting me control the pace as I pressed down slowly and sheathed myself on his length.

“C-Chase,” I whispered, nearly all the breath and sound stolen from me at the fullness, at how just having him fill me made me shiver, and he groaned when I clenched around him.

"Fuck, you look so hot. Uh-god..." He had to break off for a moment when I started to move. “Yeah, you’re a fucking natural.”

"Are you surprised? This isn’t exactly my first ride."

“Sure, it is,” he said. Should I be insulted? What about me screamed virginal? “Come on, I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you’ve—"

"Had sex?"

He smirked. “—Ridden a motorcycle.”

“Oh, right. Because you’re a Harley?”

Absolutely,he was a Harley.

I felt desperate, craving him so badly. I sank deeper and deeper into him and still needed more.

“Chase, god. I-I—"

“Yeah, I know you love this. Look at you, it’s obvious.”

Whether solo or not, I probably treated sex a tad too clinically, always aware of the goal: getting off. I had never been particularly indecent, not how Chase made it sound. But it was so easy to lose myself in him and surrender to the pleasure.

"Who’d expect a buttoned up little accountant to go after what he wants and ride like a freaking champ?"

"Not exactly an accountant, I have a dual degree in mathematics and computer—" I broke off with a gasp.

"Writhing on my cock, chasing what feels good without shame, you’re fucking gorgeous. I’m not even surprised. Knew you weren’t remotely shy or innocent."