Only Pleasure(75)

"When did you start sleeping in your bed?" His lips were tight, a muscle flexing in his jaw.

"The night before I bought my electric blanket and a vibrator," she said sweetly. "Why, Chase, I do declare, I've learned that that bed can be quite comfortable when I want it to be."

She relaxed beneath him as much as possible with the sight of those hard, powerful biceps flexing by her shoulders and the hard flush washing through his cheeks.

She was counting down to the explosion now.

"What kind?"

She blinked back at him. "Excuse me?"

Where was the anger? The fury? Drew had blown a gasket when he found her tiny personal vibrator years before. Wouldn't Chase be just as angry? Especially when she had done everything but demand he not touch her for the past few days.

"What kind of vibrator?" He leaned closer. "When you're using it, do you think of me, Kia?"

Her eyes widened. "What?" she stammered, her hands pressing against his chest, but not pushing him away.

She felt uninhibited suddenly. The look in eyes, that wasn't anger. The flush on his cheekbones, that was arousal.

"Tell me about your vibrator." One hand tugged at the slender strap of the camisole top she had worn to sleep in, pulling it over her shoulder. Suddenly she was uncertain, off balance.

"Ab-about my vibrator?" she stammered again.

"Is it as thick as my dick?"

She was the one who flushed now. She felt the heat wash over her entire body.

"Are you crazy?"

"Do you think of me when you use it? Do you spread your pretty thighs and press it into your tight, hot little pussy and whisper my name? You're so snug, so tight, it's like a silken vise when it wraps around me. Is that how it feels against the vibrator? Like you're being stretched until all you can do is cry out my name?"

He was aroused. Oh hell no, he was past aroused. He was clearly becoming dangerously, wickedly horny. And he was making her wet.

"I don't cry out your name," she lied, lifting her gaze from him, knowing she had. She had screamed out his name because she couldn't come hard enough, couldn't feel the release deep enough, to even take the edge off her need for him.

"You're lying to me, Kia." His voice deepened, caressing her nerve endings as she pushed at his chest.

"Get off me, Chase. I need to shower and get out of here. You don't really want me here, and we both know it. So let me go."

Before, she hadn't been able to contain the need to lift against him, to tear the camisole from her body, to drag her aching nipples over his hairy chest.

She had been without him for too long. Her body was protesting that absence vociferously. Her pussy was contracting involuntarily, spilling its juices against her silk and lace panties as she tried to ignore the head of his cock pressing between her thighs.

"Tell me how you do it." He moved, gripping her hands and pulling them to the bed beside her shoulders. He shackled them to the mattress, his thighs spreading, parting hers. "Tell me, do you push it inside you slow and easy, or fast and hard? Is it slender and tapered, Kia? Or thick and wide? Do you warm it in your mouth and imagine warming me there?"

She couldn't help it. Her gaze jerked back to his, rounded in shock, a fever raging beneath her flesh as his voice turned deep, guttural.

"It's thick and wide," she whispered back furiously. "Just the length, just the width of yours, and every time I use it I come until I pass out because it's better than anything I've ever had before."

Wicked, sensual, knowing, his lips curled seductively. "It makes you pass out, does it?"

"Every time," she said, though not in anger. She couldn't hold the edge of anger, but she couldn't dull the sharp edge of hunger either.

"Oh, Kia, you are such a naughty little liar." He chuckled as though in delight.

She held back her own smile, but she felt her lips pout as her lashes swept over her eyes. She arched against him then, rubbed the silk and lace of her panties against the engorged head of his cock.

"When you jack off, do you think of me?" she asked him then. "When your fingers are tight around your cock, Chase, and your cum is spilling from your flesh, is my name on your lips?"

"Every time."

Her lips parted in shock. She couldn't breathe. She was fighting for oxygen, fighting to clear her head enough to think when he had stolen her breath with those two words.

"I imagine those pretty lips first." He nipped at her lower lip. "Parting, sucking me in. I close my eyes and I see you there, but it's never as good, Kia. Are you sure it's as good with that vibrator?"

She swallowed tightly. "It's all I have."

"Is it as good as the feel of my dick working inside you?" he asked her again. "Stretching and burning you. I know I do, Kia, because you're so tight around me, so hot and rippling with the effort to take me. I know how I stretch you. I feel it. I see it in your face, hear it in your cries."