“Let me take you home.” I should have freaked about home too, but Chase’s giant bed was a great distraction.
Chase was sound asleep when the morning sun streamed through the windows. He looked so peaceful lying on his side, his chin covered with morning stubble. Stunning. It took everything in me to not reach out and caress his face. I peeked at the clock. 8:15. This was probably the latest he’d slept in who knows how long. He deserved a few extra minutes after the night he gave me. And so much more.
I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen. Leaning against the windows, waiting for the coffee to brew, I checked my phone for messages. Four voicemails and nine missed texts. All from Sierra, minus one from my dad. I didn’t bother listening. My dad checked in every Saturday afternoon, like clockwork. I’d call him back tonight when I had time to shoot the shit. And Sierra, well her last text said it all.
Asspuck. U better be in a sex induced coma
Call me so I know ur ok!
Loved her, but wouldn’t put sending out the National Guard past her. In her defense, the last time she saw me I was in the middle of a heated exchange with a very intense looking Chase. Probably not the best first impression. Good god, if she only knew.
Sorry. Better than ok :)
Call u when I get home. xo
Better-than-ok was the understatement of the century. More like off the freaking charts, too good to be true. Pinch me. I replayed the past thirty-six hours in high definition. Hands down, favorite movie of all time. Cross between romantic comedy and erotica. Lord, help me.
Reaching up for two mugs, new muscles ached. I remembered every maneuver and who to thank for the delicious burn. My Dr. Sexy. I liked the sound of that. Who knew? Possessiveness was contagious.
Fine- but u owe me details.
What was dr douche’s excuse for last wk?
I had no idea. Did it even matter?
Real nice.
Gonna talk to ur baby w that mouth?
Nice job avoiding the question.
At least say he made it up to u in a BIG way?
Definitely BIG. Huge:)
Goddamn it...ur making me contract
Better not be lying.
Don’t get ur womb in a tizzy.
Call u 2morrow…lunch?
Obviously!
All joking aside- sure ur ok ?
U know I’ll kick his ass if he hurts u-
Doesn’t matter how BIG he is.
No doubt. I knew what she was asking.
I know.
Thx :)
Xo
Sierra’s heart was in the right place and I hated to worry her. Her misguided guilt sliced me. My past was just that. Mine. Some things were beyond our control, beyond my control.
The Cuisinart chimed and the aroma of joe infiltrated my senses. I loved coffee, and my gut told me the same might be true of that man in the bedroom. I poured two mugs and decided Chase was right. Sleep was overrated.
I dropped our coffees on the dresser and climbed under the softest white cotton in existence. The smell of Chase and sex permeated the sheets; it was intoxicating.
I lay staring at every inch of him, completely overwhelmed, my body tingling. Even asleep, he was beautiful. Tall and muscular, but not bulky. Every muscle was sharply defined. His body took up half of the king-size bed, but his presence filled the entire room. I was thankful. This man gave me back a part of myself I had shut down. Screw that, he activated hardware I never knew existed. I never planned on Chase. Most of all, I was thankful that I felt all of it. He needed to know it.
My fingers tenderly traced his Romaji characters. First do no harm. Like he needed the reminder. I kissed his rock hard belly on my way down to claim my prize. Chase groaned, low and gravelly, and his hard cock swelled even more.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice alone made my nipples tight.
“Saying thank you.” I circled my tongue over his smooth tip. “Maybe you lost count.” I licked the length of his underside. “But I do believe you said double digits.” I licked down the length of his topside. “I believe we’re well into the teens.” I licked around the base of his head. “And I get anything, anything I want.” I ran my tongue up his rigid hard length once more and took him deep in my mouth.
He tightly tangled his hands in my long hair. “Ah fuck, Blue.” He guided me with hard tugs. My head rose and fell, alternating between sucking and licking. I took him even deeper, swallowing as much as I could. “Yes, baby, suck me.” The dominant strain of his voice was insanely arousing. His body’s response had my sex dripping. He tasted like heaven.
I never imagined getting so much from giving. Going down was usually my go-to plan when I wasn’t in the mood to have sex. Selfish fuck-face was easy enough to get off. I never let him finish in my mouth, so I never cared one way or the other. This was different. Everything with Chase was different. I fantasized about giving Chase this since the first night he refused me. Every lick. Every taste of him turned me on more. I increased my pace and he fought for control. His guttural groans got more intense. Suddenly he released the tight grip on my hair and bent over, forcefully grabbing my hips. He turned my body until I was positioned on top of him. Belly to belly, but head to toe. Sixty-freaking-nine. He spread my thighs wide, positioning me over his mouth like a surgical mask. Oh shit.