Banging Reaper(11)

I’m standing in my bra and underwear, trying to choose between jeans and a tight blouse or my favorite purple dress when he knocks on my door.

I poke my head out of my bedroom door and call out, “Chase?”

Through the door I hear his deep, “Yeah.”

“Come in!” I yell.

The front door opens, and I shut my bedroom door, hoping he didn’t get a flash of my ass.

“I’m sorry! Just a minute!” I call out and stare at the two outfits I left spread out on my bed.

Shit. He got here even quicker than I expected. I still have no clue what to wear.

The jeans and tight white blouse might continue to give the impression that I’m that kind of girl Chase rescued last night at the fight. You know, the type I was totally pretending to be. A girl who’s not afraid of showing off her body and is so comfortable with her sexuality she flaunts it. More power to her, but I’m not that type at all. I’m actually quite a prude.

I’m reserved. I like to be covered up. I feel more comfortable, more secure with most of my body under wraps.

To me, my purple dress is the most comfortable and revealing thing I can bring myself to wear. It’s my favorite and I feel like it truly represents who I am. The hem of the skirt is a little long, just ending at my knees, but the skirt flares and the top has straps instead of sleeves, leaving my arms completely bare. Just the tiniest bit of cleavage is revealed by the sweetheart cut of the top and the dress is covered in the prettiest flowers that look as if they were painted on. I’ve been told the green of the leaves and stems really brings out my eyes.

Do I want to continue to pretend to be the girl I never wanted to be or do I want Chase to know the real me? Even if it might turn him off and send him away? Decisions, decisions.

“You okay in there?” I hear Chase ask on the other side of the door.

His voice is so deep, it sounds like it’s booming. I swear my door just rattled.

“Yeah! Sorry! I’ll be out soon,” I call out.

Ugh, he probably thinks I’m a total freak. I better decide before he gets bored and leaves.

The purple dress. I’ll do the purple dress. If he doesn’t like me as I truly am, well, it will just save us both a whole lot of trouble later. If there even is a later. Okay, let’s just end that whole line of thought right there. I want to have fun. I want to get to know Chase. I want him to get to know me and hopefully like me. I pick up the dress and slip it over my head.

I’ll be me. I can’t change myself for a man.

I struggle, twisting and turning, looking at my back in the full-length mirror on my door as my fingers yank on the zipper. Once the zipper is fully up, I do a little spin, then smooth my hands down my skirt.

Not bad.

My hair is down so I decide to pull it up. I twist my dark locks into a loose bun on my head, then pin it until it’s mostly secure. I slip my feet into my sandals, take a deep breath then pull open the door.

“Hi,” I smile.

Chase is standing in the area between my front door and kitchen with his hands shoved into his pockets.

His head pops up, and he doesn’t say anything. I just watch the Adam’s apple in his throat bob as he swallows.

“I’m sorry about keeping you waiting,” I say suddenly feeling nervous.

I take a step forward and his eyes rake over me from head to toe. I wish I could tell what he’s thinking. He’s so intense. He remains quiet. His lips thin and his eyes darken. He doesn’t speak a word, he just watches me.

In my nervousness I feel the need to fill the silence.

“I didn’t know you wanted to go out. You kinda sprung it on me at the last moment.”

I swallow and force myself to walk forward. I’m going to have to go around him to get to the kitchen in order to get to my purse, I left it on the counter. If he even still wants to go out. His face looks so dark, I don’t know what to think.

“I didn’t know what to wear. Am I too dressed up?” I ask and my voice sounds breathless.

My heart is hammering in my chest. I thought I wanted him to see me for what I am but I hoped he would be cool with it. The way he’s looking at me is totally savage. I’m afraid he’s angry. Maybe he feels deceived?

I gulp and he growls at me to, “Come here.”

My body instantly reacts, my feet obeying his command. Inside I’m wincing as if I can sense the storm brewing. Still, I find myself walking up to him, like a moth drawn to the flame.

“Do you still want to go out?” I feel the need to ask, tipping my head back. The closer I get to him, the more I have to look up.

“No,” he says and I’m so shocked, so hurt, I stop walking.

I have the sudden urge to run.

This was a mistake. I should have guessed. I’m not what he wants at all. He’s probably angry at me and going to take it out on me. Just like Ethan. As if to make my fear real, Chase reaches out, grabs me, and pulls me into his hard chest.

“You look so fucking hot,” he breathes out. I feel the heat of his breath against my hair. “I want to stay right here with you.”

I tremble in his hands, I just can’t help it, overcome by the sudden change in my emotions. Fear transforms into a sharp stake of desire that pierces straight through the core of my tummy.

I can’t catch my breath.

I’m panting as he stares down at me. I feel caught, ensnared by the heat pooling in his chocolate brown eyes. His lids lower, his dark lashes shadow his cheeks.

He bends down and I arch up until his mouth meets mine. We collide, crashing into each other. Our bodies yearning to meet. It’s an instant explosion of sensation that leaves me feeling not only breathless but also incredibly wet and overwhelmingly needy.

Should it feel like this? A part of me is unsure. It’s so intense, so unbelievable, I wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t explain it, if it wasn’t happening to me right now.

My pulse pounds in my ears. My blood feels like lava pumping through my veins. His lips pull hard at my lips. I open for him. His tongue thrusts inside.

He’s so damn hot. So damn sweet.

I close my eyes as our tongues tangle. His mouth slants over my mouth, over and over. Each time is deeper, each time he pulls harder, demanding more. I’m completely lost in the kiss, lost in our wet friction. I don’t even realize at first that his hands are grabbing me, squeezing me, tugging at me. At some point my hands decided to grab him by the shirt. But as he lifts me up by the ass, I find myself reaching up, frantically searching for a more substantial hold on his shoulders.

“Chase,” I gasp into his mouth. My fingers dig into his skin.

In response his teeth nip gently at my bottom lip before he growls, “Wrap your legs around me.”

My legs wrap around him, my thighs feel slick as I lock myself around his hips. He squeezes my ass some more and growls. Because I’m wearing a dress there’s nothing to keep the bulge trapped in his jeans from rubbing directly against my panties.

“Oh,” I moan out and arch. Not only are my panties soaked but beneath them but my sex is aching, throbbing with a surge of want.

He grinds himself against me, his hips rolling, rubbing.

I can’t move, I can’t escape.

He’s groaning, his chest rumbles. I squirm and groan. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come right now, right here without removing a stitch of clothing.

“Fuck,” he suddenly curses as he tears his lips away from me.

He’s panting, I wonder if he’s as close as me. We’re like two horny teenagers dry humping.

I roll my hips even though he’s stopped grinding. I just can’t help stop myself. He’s turned me into a creature of pure need.

Chase groans as if he’s in pain and then we’re moving. I don’t know how he can walk but I feel the wisps of hair that escaped my bun fluttering against my neck and feel the cool air rushing against my warm cheeks.

The hallway streaks past in a blur. I blink and then I’m falling down.

Chase drops me on my mattress then untangles himself. He has to pry my legs from his waist.

I’m confused. I blink in the dim light.

“Chase?” I ask, my voice trembling. Did I do something wrong? Why did he drop me?

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says. His voice is coarse and husky.

I almost ask, Then why did you drop me? Are you disappointed in me?

But gradually my eyes start to adjust to the dimness and I gasp. Now I can see him tearing his clothes off, revealing his ripped, ink covered body.

“The way your ass felt in my hands.”

He’s so big. Even in the dim light my eyes drop, locking down there on the enormous cock springing free from his jeans. His cock thrusts long, hard and proud away from his body.

He’s totally going to break me.

“I couldn’t stop picturing your tits,” he says taking a step toward me. “I couldn’t stop remembering how fucking good you taste.”

He reaches for me, pulling me to my feet. His fingers dance across my shoulders. I sway, my knees weak and almost buckling.

“How fucking good you feel,” he continues.

I feel the tug of my dress as he starts to pull my zipper down. The straps on my shoulders loosen, the silky fabric gapes. Gravity takes over and the dress slides down my arms, fluttering to the floor.

Chase sucks in a sharp breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growls. “Do you want me to stop?”