Page 52 of Unscripted Love
“Wow,” I replied, setting the lunchbox on the blanket. “No one has ever bought me a gift as thoughtful as this one. I love it so much.” Yeah, I dorkily ran my hand over the top of it and admired its pristine condition.
“It even has the matching thermos,” Chaz told me.
“Shut up!” I opened the lunchbox, and there it sat. Finding the old lunchboxes in good condition was hard enough, but seldom did you find one with the matching thermos too. “Thank you for this, Chaz.” I was overcome with ridiculous emotion and bit my lip before I embarrassed myself further. Comic books and cartoons had been my friends when I had none to speak of in real life. They were my safe place that was free of judgment. Chaz didn’t just give me a housewarming gift; he gave me back a piece of the happiest part of my childhood. I cleared my throat and said, “And all I was going to give you was an orgasm.”
Chaz snorted. “Is thatall?” he asked sarcastically. “I happen to be a very big fan of orgasms with you.” He set my gift aside and crawled across the blanket to straddle my lap. Chaz whipped off his shirt and said, “Do me, Dr. Dimples.”
The hunger he ignited inside me burned hotter each time I got my hands on him. I especially loved it when Chaz took the lead like he did that night. He aggressively removed my shirt and pushed me to my back. Chaz took his time making love to my mouth before he trailed his lips down the rest of my body. The pace kicked up a notch, or two, once Chaz unsnapped my jeans and used his amazing mouth on my cock. A man only had so much restraint before he snapped.
I fisted Chaz’s hair and pulled him off my dick. “I want to come inside you.”
Chaz’s smoldering eyes told me how much he liked the idea. I helped him undress the rest of the way then pulled out the condoms and lube packets I stored in my back pocket. Chaz knocked my hand away when I moved to stretch him. Instead, he worked himself open hastily then straddled my erection. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it.
He moved slowly up and down my cock until his clench adjusted to my penetration then he rode me fast and hard. Chaz lost in the throes of passion and lust was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He threw back his head and made guttural, primal noises as his erect cock bounced and slapped against his stomach. I tucked my hands beneath my head and let him do whatever he pleased with my body until I saw the signs that he was about to come.
Chaz loudly protested when I grabbed him by the hips and lifted him off my cock. “I want to feel you inside me.” It took a second for my words to penetrate Chaz’s lust-fogged brain, but he eagerly reached for a condom and lube packet once it did. I spread my legs apart and began working my puckered hole while he suited and slicked up.
He leaned over my body and captured my lips when he slowly pushed inside me. “I won’t last long,” Chaz whispered against my lips.
“Won’t take much,” I replied with a crooked smile. Chaz snapped his hips forward and tagged my prostate hard enough to make me yell in pleasure. “God yes!” I cried out as desire hummed throughout my body. Chaz pushed my legs up until my knees almost touched my chest and hammered in and out of me. “Chaz!” I yelled as my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and I came hard. “I never…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as the pleasure rolled over me. I’d never come from penetration alone before, and it was something I couldn’t wait to experience again.
“Kyle.” I loved the sound of my name on my man’s lips when he climaxed. He collapsed on top of me, not caring that he lay in my cum. I held Chaz tightly to me and smiled up at the ceiling when he practically purred against my chest. Once he caught his breath, he lifted up enough to look down at me and smiled before he licked the cum that splattered my chin. “Cum catcher,” he said after licking my chin dimple clean.
“I’m perfectly fine if you don’t blurt that nickname in public,” I told him. We shared a laugh about the times he overshared about my nickname and the way he felt about me. “You ready to tour my home? I have a surprise for you.”
“For me? This delicious dinner and dessert was special enough,” he replied.
“Okay, it’s more of a gift for myself, so I hope you’ll indulge me,” I said. Chaz rolled off me, sat up, and reached for his clothes. “You won’t need those. There are no neighbors to see us unless you count the woodland creatures.”
Chaz tossed his clothes back down on the blanket and rose to his feet. “I don’t care if they perv on us.”
I took Chaz by the hand and led him to the room upstairs I wanted him to see. I was nervous as hell when I opened the door and flipped on the light. “You can’t see it now because it’s dark, but this room has an amazing view of the pond. I thought you might find it inspirational.”
Chaz didn’t respond because he was too busy looking around the surprise I set up for him. “Kyle,” he said breathlessly as he stared at the desk and chair I picked up after my closing. Then his eyes shifted to the canvas print of his book covers I hung on the wall. “How did you have time to do all of this?”
“Careful planning, a pickup truck, and some tools can go a long way in life. Do you like it?” I asked.
“Wow,” Chaz said, running his finger over the wooden surface of the desk. “It makes my writing feel legitimate.” He smiled when he saw the notebook that I wrote Murder Book across the top. It was a last-minute idea inspired by a conversation we had about inspiration for the people who died in his books. I learned that he kept a running list in his head and suggested he should write it down in a notebook so he didn’t forget. “I even have my own coffee pot?”
“Your own bathroom next door also,” I said proudly.
“This is amazing, Kyle. I love it so much.”
“Good,” I told him. “You’re amazingly gifted and need to follow your dreams.”
Chaz cocked his head to the side and asked, “How is this a gift for you though?”
“Do you honestly need to ask that?” I questioned. Chaz nodded like he didn’t get it. “I like knowing that we share the same space, even if you’re locked away working your magic.”
“Damn, you’re good,” Chaz said in awe. Luckily for me, he knew I was sincere and not just throwing out some sappy lines to get laid.
“Are you gonna use that in your book?” I teased.
Chaz swallowed hard then shook his head slowly. “Some things are too beautiful and poignant to share.” Then he shook his head before he added, “Besides, there would be at least one person to write a review using shouty capitals to exclaim that men like you don’t really exist in the world.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “We better keep it to ourselves then.” I pulled him into my arms and dropped a tender kiss on his lips. “Ready to see the rest of the house?”
“Okay, but I want you to bring me back here and bend me over the desk,” Chaz said. He tilted his head to the side and said, “That’sa line they’d believe.”