Chase & Mae - NSFW “If It’s the End of the World” pt1 (Patreon)

Yes I stalled a little bit with this, but it’s finally here! This is a continuation of what happened in ch26 👀 There will be a second part to this, with Chase’s POV and a very 🔥 art

- MAE’S POV -

The time between getting back to the Ethereals castle and Chase whisking me up to one of the bedrooms was short enough to give me whiplash. His lips, his tongue, his hands were all over me in a frenzy that could only be described as desperate and starved.

He’d whispered and groaned erratic “I love you”s at least 3 times before we even got up here. When my back met the cold, high bed post and the door slammed shut behind us, he moaned it again.

“All bets are fucking off, Mae.” His lips detached from me for the first time in several minutes, and his dark, wild gaze met mine. I’d never seen his pupils so wide, the black almost completely overtaking the cool blue.

The corner of his lip twitched as his hand rested on my bare hip. “The only thing that can pry me out of this bedroom is the goddamn end of the world.”

There was a flush to my cheeks at the unfamiliar depth to his voice. It was firm and rough, but somehow still so quintessentially Chase. While his words and eyes were overcome with desire, his still gentle touch reminded me of his first kiss.

Then, he was hesitant and unsure. Like I was a skittish deer he was afraid of scaring off at any moment. Maybe I was. But now, he had me right where he wanted me. And he knew it.

He took the lead with every swipe of his tongue and every caress. And thank god he did because I had no fucking idea what I was doing. With his hand moving up my shirt, his eyes pleaded with me for permission. I nodded, and he carefully peeled it off. He discarded his own before pulling my face back into his hands, his bare chest radiating warmth into my entire body.

My nerves started to creep up as I felt his hand lowering to my ass. I don’t know where all this anxiety came from, but it was starting to really settle in that we were doing this. If you had told me a couple months ago that’d I’d be in a castle in an alternate dimension with Chase Kingston ridding me of all my clothes, I wouldn’t have believed it.

In fact, I still didn’t. Maybe you could’ve convinced me about magic and inter dimensional travel. But there was nothing believable about this Adonis of a guy taking me on a date, kissing me, confessing his love for me twice, and now undoing the zipper of my jeans. He lowered himself, taking my pants down all the way to the floor with him, looking at me the entire way.

And there I was. Half naked in front of the hottest guy on the face of the planet. The very same one who’d told me loved me. Me. Me, with my pudgy stomach and thighs and love handles and rolls and stretch marks and…

As my thoughts continued to run down the list of all the things that Chase really should not love about my body, I hadn’t even noticed he’d begun to take off his pants.

Now only in his underwear, he turned back to me and oh—oh god. Way to make a girl that much more nervous, Chase.

My brain was pin-balling when he pulled me back into his arms. Kisses feathered down my neck as his hand reached up toward the back of my bra. After the clasp came undone, I slink my arms out the straps as Chase tugged it off.

When my bra dropped to the floor, he stopped. Chest heaving, he stood and stared at me for a few seconds. I started to squirm until his scrutiny, heat rising to my face.

I cleared my throat. “Are you… okay?”

He blinked at me then shook his head, pulling his hand through his hair. “Yes, jesus, fuck, yes.” He closed the distance between us again, cupping my breasts in his hands. “I am so much more than okay right now.” His face flushed as he swiped his fingers over my nipples that hardened under his touch. His lip twitched. “Fuck, these are incredible.”

“You can stop now,” I mumbled, shrinking slightly.

His eyes narrowed. “Stop what?”

“You don’t have to say all that…”

“Mae,” his voice was stern, making me regret saying anything. “I’m not just saying that. You know I mean it.” I swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze as he leaned over me.

“Don’t, baby. Don’t do this right now.” He sighed into my hair as he pulled my face into his hands.

“Do what?” His hand trailed down from my neck to my chest and I flinched under his touch. He sighed again as I sank back into the bedpost under him.

“You always do this.” His brow furrowed and he drew my eyes to his. “You recoil, and you resist my affections because you don’t think they’re real or that you don’t deserve them.”

My lips pressed together into a line while he stared at me. I guess he wasn’t exactly wrong.

His hands rubbed over the sides of my arms as he hung his head, blowing air out of his nose. “You just have no idea do you?”

When I didn’t answer him, he pressed himself against me, trapping me between him and the wall. A whine escaped my throat as I felt him against my stomach. Just a thin layer of fabric in between my skin and his… Oh man, I was really out of my element here.

“That…” his voice was hoarse as he trailed his mouth up toward my ear. “Is because of you.”

“Hard as fucking stone.” He chuckled, his breath hot and startling like walking outside in the middle of July. “All the time, just because of you.” My breath caught as he rest his head between my neck and shoulder, his thumb circling around my nipple.

I was overwhelmed. He was overwhelming. Maybe it was the intimate situation we were in, or maybe it was just the sudden outpouring of affection I wasn’t used to. Everything about this moment was new and terrifying. Love and sex and fear and anxiety and doubt and—

“Mae, sweetheart,” he breathed into the crook of my neck, “you are beautiful.”

His lips hovered over my collar bone before traveling lower. “Gorgeous.”

Lower.

“Amazing.”

Lower.

“Mesmerizing.”

Lower

“Sensational.”

Lower.

Chase Kingston, the hottest guy I have ever known, was not only by some miracle in love with me, but was now on his knees with his head in between my legs.

He glanced up at me, watching me as his fingers hooked under the hem of my panties before slowly pulling them down. His mouth was centimeters from my core, shallow breaths electrifying me.

“Delectable.” He hummed the last word onto my skin before his tongue slipped in between my folds.

My thoughts scrambled, every word or protest I’d wanted to whine just blurring into an aroused mess. Every time I tried to wander into a dark place of insecurity or uncertainty, he interrupted me.

Chase Kingston was good with his tongue.

That was a fact I’d always figured, he was a wind musician, after all. But god, the way he followed every outline of my folds like a fucking map was unreal. It was as though my body was the words to his favorite song he’d always known and would never forget. I could never imagine someone could know me so well, better than I’ve known myself. I didn’t have to teach him, he didn’t even need to take the time to learn it, he just knew.

I leaned back against the bed frame and he lifted my leg up onto his shoulder, plunging his tongue deeper inside me. My fingers tangled into his hair as he picked up the pace.

“Oh god,” I whimpered, and his eyes shot up to meet mine. Without breaking his gaze from me, he dragged his tongue up to my clit. When he pulled it between his teeth, my hips rocked against his face and a loud moan rose up my throat.

He lapped circles around my clit with his tongue while his finger traced over my entrance. The sensation of him slowly pushing his finger inside me made me feel lightheaded. I leaned back into the pole behind me as he began to pump his finger in and out.

With his tongue and finger working in tandem, I was drawing closer towards falling apart. The pressure building between my legs was unbearable as I started to grind my hips into Chase’s mouth. My moans filled the room as his movements got faster until I couldn’t take it anymore.

His opposite hand gripped onto my thigh as my whole body shook above him. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rippled through me from my core to my head then back again. Some words, explicatives, and moans managed to escape me but I can’t process what any of them were.

My hair fell into my face as I drifted back down. I felt like a mess. Sweaty, sticky, panting. Chase watched me the entire time as my chest rose and fell, before licking up the remainder of my orgasm.

He set my leg down and stood up, pulling me into him by the hips. “That was…” he exhaled into my neck, “the single most erotic thing I have ever witnessed.”

“Wow,” was all I could manage, my brain still scattered all over the floor. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Everything he did made me forget how nervous I was a few minutes ago. Now, a new knot was starting to form in my stomach as I felt him hard against me, his erection barely contained behind his briefs.

“Mae,” he laughed, his body towering over mine as he leaned against the bedpost behind me. “You can touch me.”

“What? Oh.” I hadn’t even realized I backed myself into the bedpost, and was clutching onto it for dear life.

Looking him over, I reached my hand out for his chest. My fingers wandered over the smooth skin of his frustratingly sculpted body. I almost let myself become annoyed with his perfect, chiseled features until I remembered they were all mine for the taking.

Chase was staring down at me, breath hitched, anticipation building with my every move. I countered his gaze with my own as my hand traced the outlines of his abs. Taking my time reaching for the spot I knew he wanted me the most.

When my fingers grazed the elastic of his waistband, his eyes fluttered shut. In my first small act of bravery for the night, I cupped my hand over his dick through his underwear. He let out a low, breathy sigh in response. And before I could convince myself to turn back, I dove in.

With two fingers, I push down his underwear just enough to allow his erection to spring free.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

If every other inch of Chase was technically perfect, it should come as no surprise that his cock would be too. I don’t know how much time passed as I just stared at it.

“Mae…” Chase’s raspy voice broke my trance. Right, yes, I should probably end his torture. 

Finally I wrap my fingers around his velvety skin, as his warm length pulsed in my hand. A strained moan escaped his throat, and it was the most sensual sound I think I’d ever heard.

Now emboldened, I decided to tease him by pumping slow at first. My confidence was rising as I watched his head lean back and his lips part. I felt much better now, knowing he was enjoying what I was doing.

I find a steady rhythm, tugging my hand over his cock at an increasing pace. His hands wandered across my back and down to grip my ass. He pulled me closer into him as his hips began to grind along with me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, urging me to go faster. I was determined now to make him feel as good as he made me. My motions around his dick grew faster, to where I could feel him twitching in my hand and I knew he was teetering towards the edge.

“Baby.” Without warning, he grabbed ahold of my wrist, stopping me.

I bit my lip as he reached his other hand up to my face, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head up.

The corner of his lip curled as he leaned forward. “Get on the bed.”