“Mmm.” My head tilted back, as the first of my thin spaghetti straps fell from my shoulder. The ridge of his erection pushed into my thigh, I swallowed. My nipples tightened as he drew my breast up into his very experienced mouth.
“Oh, oh,” I gasped. I squeezed my legs together to help relieve the deep ache already forming, or that never really left.
“You love that, huh, baby? I love to make you squirm.”
My dress slid to the floor to pool around my heels as he sat back to feast on my body. The heated stare from the elevator returned and his eyes darkened to match his walls. I was hyper aware of my body and the broad daylight should have made me self-conscious. But it didn’t. Every part of me was taut with excitement and anticipation. I was in his room, his space, completely under his control. A control so different from what I remembered.
“Keep your shoes on,” he commanded. I felt sexy as hell.
Flashing back to the night we met, I teased, “Thought you hated these shoes.”
“Unless I can do this.” His hand slid up my thigh and brushed my sex. “Pure torture, baby.” He stopped and pressed a wet kiss below my navel. “You.” Kiss. “These shoes.” Kiss. “Longest. Fucking. Rounds. Ever.”
I bit my lip as my flesh trembled. He remembered.
Suddenly I was flushed, and the heat radiated from my sex through my body. I panted, “Mmm. Good, no more ballet flats.”
“You wear heels like this, just know ... I’m going to fuck you. Wherever, whenever,” he growled.
I whimpered under a stare so intense I wanted to wiggle. “Touch me, Chase, please.”
“Ride me, baby ... I want to watch you, watch your body on top of mine.”
Those words gave me control. I hesitated. I was nervous. I wanted him so bad, but this entered uncharted territory. Selfish fuck-face never let me take control—why bother you don’t get off anyway. Always under him, I stared into empty eyes as he greedily sucked pleasure from me. Shit. I didn’t want Chase to relinquish his power; it was all I knew. I wasn’t ready. Years of someone controlling every sexual encounter haunted me. I stood frozen, caught in a familiar place of torment.
“Blue?” His tone was concerned. “Look at me, Lili.” Raw and exposed, I looked back into his eyes. “I want you, baby, only you. Give me you.”
I wanted to do this. I needed to give him me. When he controlled I enjoyed the ride, aroused and wanton, but me controlling was foreign. A place I had never been willingly. My hands trembled. I undid his belt buckle and drew his zipper down, palming his thick length. He was so hard. He shimmied his pants down and flashed a devilish grin, a reminder. Obviously, he was intent on following through with his double-digit nonsense. My boldness from the night before cowered in the corner. I hesitantly rubbed his length and thickness.
“Chase...” I saw the need in his eyes, but the uncertainty of my actions was paralyzing.
“Baby, that feels so good.” He read the thoughts stewing in my mind. He wanted me to touch him. “Come up here, I need your mouth on mine.” He sensed my apprehension. At his request, I dragged my hands under his shirt along his rigid chest, relishing in the feel of his pebbled nipples to connect our mouths. My touch was his arousal. Wow.
In one swift motion, his shirt broke our kiss and floated to the floor. I leaned down to press a kiss to his bare stomach. He moaned, deep and throaty. My trepidation slowly diminished. He grabbed a handful of my hair and slid me back up his body. I rubbed my wet and quivery sex along his smooth shaft.
“Oh baby, you’re soaked.” His lids lowered halfway down with erotic need. My sex throbbed unbearably. It was hard to fathom I did this to him.
He circled and rolled my nipples in a slow, sensual rhythm until the tiny pearls tightened to an almost painful level.
“I need you inside me,” I moaned.
“Top drawer, baby, a condom.” I grabbed the packet and went to hand it to him. “You do it, touch me.” My tremor returned. I ripped the foil and stroked his shaft, rolling it in place. “Sink into me.” We groaned in unison when I plunged down on top of him. His warm mouth wrapped around my breast and tugged my nipple. I clenched around his cock and sunk deeper until I felt it. The tip of his erection stroked my perfect spot. I rubbed him over and over that spot, slowly at first. My breath turned erratic, and I increased the pace. The overwhelmingly delicious sensation started in my toes, my thighs, my breasts, my pulsing sex, until it completely overtook my body.
“Give it to me, baby.” He tightened his hold on my hips and forcefully bucked, sending me into complete ecstasy. “That’s it. Ride me,” he growled louder.