Sick For Them Pt6

Chase

Walking through, I see Jax has left with Dhalia. It's a good thing. She knows; she walked out of that room and saw me with Blake. Pouring a coffee, I sit at the table and go through emails. The sound of Blake walking through the room raises my head.

He doesn't even acknowledge me. He walks straight past me and into the kitchen. I watch as he makes himself a drink while staring at his phone.

"I'm sorry," my words are quiet and he laughs.

"You're not. When are you ever sorry?" Turning, he looks at me, and I know I hurt him again today with how I reacted. I've accepted I'm the problem within our dynamic, they have no issue with letting the world know they fuck each other, but I do.

"I'm sorry now," I reply, and he snickers. "Blake, I'm trying."

"How?" He storms over and throws the laptop off the table. "How are you even trying? Tell me, Chase, as you're not. You are hiding everything; it's rare that you even accept that this is real. You just use me for your pleasure, fuck how I feel or what I want!"

Standing, I walk around the table to him. "I don't use you. How can you say that?"

"How can I not? We fuck Chase, oh, wait, no. You fuck me; you have to be in control because in your mind, if you switch and even remotely become the bottom, you're gay, right?" He waits, and I glance around the room for an escape. "See, you're happy to fuck me and use me but not accept this," he turns to walk away and I grab him. The fire burns in his eyes, and I know I'm a jerk. I want to stop and change, but I'm unsure how.

I smirk, staring down at puffed-out lips. "You sound mad, baby."

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Chase." He tries to pull away but I push my body closer to him.

"You know I am weak for you talking dirty to me baby." I push my body closer to his.

He grips my throat, his fingers digging savagely into the sides of my neck. "This isn't a fucking joke."

"I didn't say it was." I try to step closer and feel his hand tighten on my neck until I struggle to breathe. It feels fucking amazing, my lungs burn, and I can feel my veins bulging in my neck.

"I've had enough; I'm done with your hot and cold shit."

I get closer to him and grin. "Mmm. You like the cold baby, after you remind me of the facts, you fucking love after."

"I'm not joking this time. I mean it." His words are vicious. I smirk, and he growls, his nails digging deeper into my neck. "Don't fucking smirk, Chase. I will kill you."

"Please do." I roll my hips against him.

Fuck me.

"You hate me, you want to kill me, but right now, you're so fucking hard. I bet you're even fucking leaking for me."

He opens his mouth to argue and I do the only thing I can. I grab his lip, trapping it between my teeth before sucking against it. Releasing it, I hear his loud breath intake.

"You can hate me, Blake. You can resent me for my issues and reactions to others knowing. That won't change that you want me. Right now, you're imagining everything in your mind." I wrap my hand around his throat.

"Shut up!"

"What if I don't want to? What if I just want to tear you apart in moments like this and take what I want?"

Rage shines bright behind his eyes. I'm ready for his backlash, but then he says the exact opposite of what I expect. "Maybe I want it, then I'm no longer having to deal with your shit."

"You like dealing with my issues baby, stop lying," I bite against his lip and he groans.

"I'll stop lying when you stop fucking pretending and hiding." His words have me stop briefly.

I slam my lips on his, taking exactly what's mine.

He is fucking mine.

I don't care how complicated it is or how much he hates me for the moments I lose it and panic. He's mine; there's no denying it. It doesn't matter how much of an asshole I am, he still fucking craves me.

Blake opens his mouth with a groan, his wet tongue sliding against mine as he moans. Fuck, his moans are one of the most erotic sounds ever, and I devour them, each and every one.

I nibble on his bottom lip, the way that has him thrusting his hips forward and he does. His hardened cock rocks against mine. I plunge my tongue back inside, searching for his, stroking, rubbing and twirling around it.

Every savage sound I release floats down his throat. His hand glides up my body, fisting into my hair to hold me in place, it's the most dominance I allow him. He shoves his tongue against mine, searching me to him in ways that have me groaning loudly.

Addicting.

Taunting

More.

I need more.

I push him back until he falls onto the sofa. I jam my knees between his, forcing his legs to open as I grind my cock against his rock-hard one.

He groans down my throat, and I swallow the fucking sound so quickly, begging for more.

My cock thickens, and I move my hips, stroking mine against his. Groaning into his mouth I move my hips faster. He picks up the pace and matches me causing me to growl at him.

My hands slide down his chest over his shirt, and he whines into my mouth as I brush his nipple, so I twist it at the same time as biting his lip. His hips thrust harder, and he groans louder. His hand yanks my head back, which causes me to bite against his lip harder and draw blood. He doesn't try to escape, though; he relishes in the pain.

Begging for more.

Fucking Savage.

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 precums leak 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?