An Indecent Proposal(57)

Hell, yeah, I had no doubt about that.

His lips were so close on my soft flesh, threatening to break my willpower, and yet not close enough. I let out another stifled moan and dug my fingernails into his soft pillows to stop me from unraveling beneath his touch, my innermost being ready to crumble, my body willing to do things I never thought I would do.

“Chase,” I whispered, my voice begging him to stop or at least to make a mistake so that I could pull away, while at the same time I was hoping he would continue so I could get lost in the fire his talented mouth had created.

He was perfect, I realized. His lips, his movements. A man of experience, I was sure of that. He must have fucked countless women before me, all more experienced and willing to return the pleasure. All ready to give him what he expected of them. While I was eager to touch him, I had no idea how.

“You taste like honey, Laurie,” he whispered. “You know that’s my favorite kind of sugar?”

Before I could come up with a reply, his thumb brushed my entrance and began to rub teasingly, not entering me.

It already felt so great, I wondered what his hardness inside me would feel like.

His fingers clutched at my thighs, forcing them wide open, while his tongue continued to lap at my soft flesh, the tip entering me, then pulling out in a dramatic move to continue licking my clit. My hands grasped at the pillows for support and I bit my lip hard, as the flame in my womb began to spread. My core clenched in desperate need to be filled and stretched.

“Chase,” I said, my raspy tone alien in my ears. “I don’t think I can control myself.”

“Do you want me to enter you?” The question was soft, and harmless, the tone conversational, as though he was asking whether I wanted a glass of water. “Remember, you have to ask for it.” His fingers rubbed against my entrance again, spreading my wetness.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”

“There is a ‘please?’” he asked, amused. “Never saw that one coming.”

Frowning, I bit my tongue. I would have loved to get up and see that irritating smile of his wiped off his face, but the truth was…‘please’ had just become my favorite word. I wanted him so much I feared he had become a necessity. I opened my mouth to speak, but his lips were back on my clit, teasing me, and then his finger was probing my entry again. Soft, playful, as if he wanted to test me, but had no intention to enter. His tongue flicked over my clit with such a precision and speed that I had to close my eyes to stop the spinning.

Oh, fuck that.

He was going to tease me hard.

“I want your finger inside me.” In a moment of lust-induced madness, the words flew past my lips before I could stop them. My cheeks instantly burned. Thank God that it was dark and he couldn’t see the telltale sign of mortification on my face.

Before I had a chance to brace himself, his finger found his way inside me in one slow thrust, the friction almost pushing me off the edge.

“Jesus. You’re tight, Laurie,” Chase whispered, pulling his finger out only to pin my hips down on the silk pillow, cupping my ass as he brought my core closer to his talented mouth.

“Can you do something for me and just relax?” he asked, his hot breath caressing my sensitive skin.

Too weak to answer, I nodded, even though I had no idea how people could relax in such a situation. It wasn’t so much fear of him, but of breaking my own promise to never sleep with a man. And yet my treacherous clit twitched—as if it was already bewitched, asking to have what I had never had before.

His tongue started to swirl again, and his lips suckled at my sensitive clit. A raging firestorm whipped inside me, making me tremble with lust, threatening to stifle the thoughts in my mind, while forcing my body to do strange things, like lifting my hips to his willing tongue and pushing his finger deeper inside me.

Oh, God, I wanted him so bad and it was painfully clear. He was the kind of mistake I wanted to make, but a mistake nonetheless. Even though the knowledge lingered in my mind, I couldn’t act on it.

Chase, I realized, was a suitable name, given the situation. I had been chasing after this moment, both wanting and fearing it, only to get caught in the momentum of it all. Never before had I felt such longing and desperation that I was ready to do whatever it took to have him—if only for a few minutes. As if sensing the inner chaos inside me, he slipped the entire length of his finger into me, the chafing sensation making me gasp with enjoyment, before he pulled out again.

“No, don’t stop,” I whispered, barely audible.

Oh, God.

What was he doing with me? To me?

The thrusts of his finger became excruciating and a slow, burning tug began to fill me. My legs trembled. A wet sensation gathered between my legs as Chase continued to impale me, driving deep inside me as if he owned me. Heat rushed within me, and something else…some I had read about so often, and yet never really understood.