SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 90 ~ Your happiness.

CHASE

Now that we're sitting in the driveway out the front of my house, I'm a nervous fucking wreck. It's all too real. I can feel Dylan's eyes on me. He's already out of the car, frowning at me through the front windscreen.
I know that it's only a matter of seconds before he opens my door and tells me to hurry up.
I can't even bring myself to fucking look at him.
The door opens.
"Chase?"
I stare ahead, my hands trembling. I feel as though I have a mouth full of cotton, it's become that fucking dry.
"Are you okay? We seriously don't have to do anything man, but it's cold out. Come inside."
My eyes dart towards him and I swallow the hard lump in my throat. 'Come inside' are his chosen words. Really?!
"Babe, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" Dylan asks, squatting down beside me. He takes my hand, squeezing it tight. "Talk to me."
"I just...what if I don't...do it right?" I mumble.
He laughs. The handsome fucking prick laughs at me.
"Ya know what?! Fuck off. I don't want to do this if you're going to sit there fucking laughing at me." I tell him, pulling my hand from his and climbing from the car.
"Oi! What the fuck?!" He questions, following me towards the front door.
I continue walking, my jaw clenched, my cheeks red from embarrassment. Asshole.
My shaky hand eventually gets the key in the door and I kick it open, rushing upstairs.
"Chase, come on babe! Let's just talk."
I turn around and sit on the top step.
"You scare the fuck out of me." The words escape my mouth without any notice. I clamp my mouth shut and bite down hard on my tongue.
"Okay..." He frowns, nudging my knees apart, kneeling between my legs and running his hands up and down the backs of my calves. "How do I scare you?"
"I just feel like this is all too good, and I'm falling in love with you more and more every single day and I can't help but think you're going to run any minute." It comes out so quick, I have no hold on it.
His jaw tightens, and he closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, he looks angry.
"So I've kept my dick in my pants for more than three months now, behaving like a fucking choir boy, even when all I've wanted to do was get you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat...because I'm going to run? If I was going to run Chase, I would have fücking done it months ago." He growls, staring directly into my eyes.
"Don't use your Dad voice on me." I mumble back, lowering my eyes.
"I don't have a 'Dad voice'." He denies, reaching up and lifting my chin so that I'm looking at him again. "When are you going to believe me babe? I'm not going anywhere. I'd wait forever for you. My balls might fall off after a while, but I'd still wait." His hands are holding my calves tight now, and he's staring directly into my soul.
"You're such a fucking romantic." I can't help the small smile on my face.
"Come on, let's go cuddle." He sighs, standing up in front of me, his crotch directly in front of my face.
I could always just reach out and undo his pants, take him into my mouth right here. Fuck, I so badly want to do exactly that, so why won't my fucking hands move?!
"You're second guessing again, Chase. Whatever it is that you want, it's all yours."
'All yours'.
"I don't want to cuddle." I tell him.
"Oh. Okay, well I'll sleep in the spare room tonight then." He sighs, looking sad.
I stand up and move out of his way as he takes the last couple of stairs before he turns and looks at me. "Night Chase. I love you." He turns his back and starts walking towards the spare bedroom.
Do it man, don't let him fucking walk away! He said it's all yours, just fucking grow some balls and fucking do it, you pussy!
With a surge of adrenaline, I quickly follow him down the hall. I grab hold of his wrist, turn him around and push his back against the wall.
My lips are on his immediately, my hands moving down to squeeze his ass. A growl comes from deep within my chest as I bite down on his bottom lip and lift him against me. His legs wrap around my waist and I feel his hard cock against my stomach. I walk us to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me and throw him on my bed.
He stares up at me, that sexy smirk playing on his lips as he runs his hand over the front of his pants where his cock is forming a delicious bulge within the material.
"Chase...tell me I'm allowed. Please, for the love of god, tell me I can touch you." He groans, thrusting his hips from the bed and pressing himself harder against his hand.
"All yours." I reply, mirroring his words. I spread my arms out at my sides. "Take it."
The most beautiful smile I've ever seen, appears on his beautiful face, and then he's all over me.
My shirt is gone within half a second, I'm fucking sure of it. Then his hands are on my pants, one hand flicking my button open, the other sliding the zip down.
"Off." He growls, trying to kick my jeans off from around my ankles.
I can't move. For fuck sake. What the fuck is wrong with my body?!
"Stay with me baby." Dylan whispers, catching my eyes before leaning forward. His lips run over my bare stomach, his tongue peaking out and tracing the lines of my six pack.
My hands automatically go to the back of head, as his mouth moves up higher. He runs his tongue over my nipple, then kisses his way up to my neck. His hands slowly feel their way around my waist and then disappear down the back of my boxers.
Oh god.
He slowly works the material of my boxers down until they're sitting below my ass, and then he pulls his mouth away from my neck and looks at me.
"We good?" He asks.
"Don't stop." I frown, leaning down and kissing his swollen lips.
I can feel his smile against my lips as his hands slowly pull the front of my boxers down, working them down my thighs.
One fingertip runs slowly back up my thigh, and then his hand is wrapped around my dick. I pull away from his lips, and he smiles at me before we both look down.
Oh fuck. So different. So fucking good.
His big hand, wrapped around me. His thumb caresses my swollen tip as he brings his other hand up to stroke my balls.
He leans forward and kisses my lower stomach gently, looks up at me and winks and then leans further down...
Ughhhhhh, fuck.
My cock is in his mouth.
In. His. Fucking. Mouth.
He's sucking my cock.
Dylan.
My cock is in his fucking mouth.
I feel his tongue run along the underside, before he wraps his lips around me and slides down my length.
He releases me a moment later and whispers "relax babe" before sucking my tip again.
"Can't." I grunt, placing my hand on the back of his head. "My cock is in your mouth."
"Mmhmmmm." He hums around me.
"Fuck." I grunt, putting pressure on the back of his head and forcing him further down my cock.
I thrust into his mouth as he opens his throat and stares up into my eyes. Then I shove my cock deep, hold him there and grind down into his throat. "Gahhh, fuck."
I release him and watch his saliva run down my cock as he pulls back and runs his teeth ever so gently over the soft skin of my tip.
"Not so shy now?" He smirks, looking at me with watery eyes.
"You are the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen." I respond, pulling him up from his seat on the bed. I run my hands over his stomach, lifting his shirt as I go.
How is his skin so fucking soft?!
"I am crazy in love with you Chase Summers." It's a whisper as he pulls me closer.
I pull his shirt over his head and then shove my hands down the back of his sweatpants.
"Hmmm...do you free-ball often?" I smirk, feeling the muscles of his bare ass cheeks clench in the palms of my hands.
"Commando is the only way to go." He grins back.
"That's so fucking sexy." I reply, moving my hand to the front of his sweats and palming his cock.
"Oh god. You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment." He sighs, dropping his head back.
I do, because I've thought about it just as much, if not more.
I close my hand around his cock, then run it up and down slowly, still tucked in the confines of his sweats. My stomach turns for a moment, nervousness invading me again.
"You're um..." I start, my ass clenching as though it's aware there's impending danger. "Really big."
"Not much bigger than you." He replies, staring down between us.
I look down and see his tip peeking out from the band of his sweats, a pearly white bead of pre-cum resting on his slit. I drop to my knees, and stare.
"That's so fucking sexy." I mention.
His sweats are still hiding majority of his cock, keeping it upright and pressed against his happy trail. Only two inches of him are visible and his tip is level with his belly button.
I slowly pull his pants further down until he's completely on display.
Fucking hell, he's huge! So long and thick. There's no way in hell that's going anywhere near my ass.
"Chase?"
"Mm?" I mumble, swallowing hard.
"Its not going to shrink any time soon. Staring at it isn't going to make it shrink. The opposite actually."
"I just...that things not coming anywhere near me." I tell him with wide eyes and a shake of my head.
"Like fuck it's not." He laughs. "I have every intention of being buried deep inside of you. Maybe not today, but it's going to happen Chase. We'll go slow, but sooner or later, I am going to fight my way into that virgin ass of yours and it's going to feel like heaven."
"Uhh..."
"You're literally half an inch smaller." He laughs.
"No, but..."
"You're thinking too much again."
"I just..."
"How about you stop talking and put your mouth where it belongs?" He grins.
"Gonna fucking break my jaw." I mumble.
He throws his head back and laughs. He's fucking beautiful. I love his laugh.
"I fucking love you-so much!" He tells me, between laughs.
I grin back, because I'd do anything to see him laugh, and the way his eyes twinkle when he does.
"I love you too." I smile, slowly pulling his pants further down his legs.
My eyes catch something dark, and I slowly turn him around to take a better look.
Running around the top of his thigh and all the way to his ass cheek is a poem, tattooed in a beautiful script.
"You never told me you had this." I mention, running my fingertips over it.