Sweet Spot(Plaything #2)(12)

Chapter Nineteen





Macy





Chase's hands were pure heaven as he smoothed the fragrant oil over my tired body. The truth was I'd gotten myself into a bit of a funk after I'd crunched numbers from my first week in business. I was working so hard, but it seemed I really hadn't considered just how hard this was going to be to do on my own. Meeting Chase in the midst of it had thrown me off my game some too, which wasn't great. But I still wasn't willing to give him up. He could stick around for as long as he wanted, although I reminded myself daily that that wouldn't be long. I was certain Chase wasn't the stick around type.

In the meantime, I was learning about the physical pleasures I'd been missing all these years. And I was sure I couldn't ask for a better person to introduce me to those tasty delights than Chase. Now if I wasn't falling for him at the same time, I'd pat myself on the back for becoming a sophisticated, modern woman. But I was falling for him, so I was holding back on the self-congratulation.

As his capable, strong hands made their way along my back and sides, a rush of heat surged between my legs. I couldn't stop thinking about the exquisite sensations Chase had filled me with when he'd leaned down between my legs. My inexperience was quickly erased by his experience. He knew his way around my body as if he had a map etched in his brain.

As if any more luxury needed to be added to my lavender laden massage, Chase leaned over me and planted kisses along the back of my neck. I mewled softly, letting him know that he was hitting all the right places.

I could feel his hard, muscular body looming over me as he gently and erotically kneaded my muscles. "You've got some tension in this lower back," he noted. He spread his hands wide and rolled them up my back, smoothing out all the kinks with his magic touch.

As my body relaxed and my head was filled with a lavender cloud, the same urgent pulsing need I'd felt before, when he'd brought me to orgasm with his hands and mouth, returned. This time the ache felt hollow as if the only way it could be satiated was if it were filled.

The rough denim of Chase's jeans scraped my thighs as he scooted lower. He used his knees to spread my thighs wide. I obliged him by moving them even wider. I wanted to let him know that I wanted him there, between my legs.

"That's it, darlin', let's see a little more of you."

I pushed my legs wider still and reached up to grip the edge of the pillow that I rested my cheek on. The expectation was making me so wet with desire, I was sure he could see it.

The bed lurched side to side as Chase reached over me to the second pillow I had tucked against the headboard. He slipped it beneath me so that my ass was up higher than the rest of my body.

"Perfect." His voice was deep and gravelly.

He settled back between my widespread thighs and smoothed oil over my ass. This time the mewl was a long, shuddering moan. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his strong hands on me, massaging away the day's tension, all the while creating a frenzy of heat in my pussy. I clutched the pillow in my fingers and found myself lifting my ass higher, inviting him to explore every inch of me. Which he did. His hands smoothed along the backs of my thighs and then journeyed back up toward the apex between my legs.

I gasped as his fingers grazed my pussy, teasing me almost mercilessly with their light touch. I wanted so much more than that. Chase had brought me back to that heightened sense of pleasure where nothing but an explosive ending would satisfy me. I cried out in relief when his finger slid inside of me.

"Oh, Chase," I whispered across the pillow.

As his finger dipped inside of me, his free hand reached between my body and the pillow and settled against my clit. Even sandwiched between my pussy and the pillow, his thumb deftly strummed my clit. I felt the bed move, and for a moment, I thought he might strip down and fuck me. I bit my lip, slightly terrified and slightly thrilled at the prospect. I wasn't sure if I was ready. I'd been waiting for so long, I wasn't sure if I was mentally prepared for it. As badly as I wanted him, I wasn't sure yet.

But he didn't undress and he didn't climb on top of me. Instead, his mouth pressed against my bare bottom, sprinkling it with kisses as his hands brought me closer to climax.

"Chase, please, don't stop," I pleaded.

"Never," he said between kisses.

I moved my ass higher and harder against his hand, wanting him to go deeper. In seconds, I writhed desperately against the pressure of his hand and his mouth as if I was racing for something, something that was just out of reach but that would be well worth the effort. And as I reached that edge, the abyss that I knew would soon swallow me, I cried out. "Oh, yes, Chase. Fuck yes!"

My body shuddered and a glaze of warm perspiration covered me as my pussy clenched in spasms around his hand. He leaned over me again, stroking my back and bottom as my heart rate returned to normal. I relaxed my head against the pillow and let my mind drift into a drowsy state of bliss.





Chapter Twenty





Chase





I continued to rub excess oil into Macy's skin. It was so fucking fun bringing her to orgasm. She reacted with every inch of her body as if she'd been craving that level of satisfaction for so long she wasn't going to take any of it for granted.

I needed to stretch my legs out and my cock needed to be relieved of my kneeling position. My poor cock. It was never going to forgive me. At one point, when she seemed almost to plead my name, I was sure she'd ask me to fuck her. But it never happened.

I stretched out on my side next to her, placed my head on the pillow and faced her. Her long lashes fluttered open. She was bone tired and in need of a good night's sleep.

"Ten stars," she sighed.

I kissed her lips.

"I can't believe what happens to my body when you touch me." Her words were stretched and slow. "And then I reach this point in time where I think either this ends with an orgasm or I die. A simple, quick and wholly unsatisfying death. Do you ever feel that way? Like you will just die if you don't get to finish?"

I thought about the two times that I'd been in her bedroom and smiled. "Yeah, I've felt that way too."

"Thank you for not letting me die." Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed tight. She was asleep.

I watched her for a few minutes, the way her lip twitched ever so slightly while she slept and the soft sounds she made. Then I climbed off the bed and wrapped the blanket around her. She didn't even stir when I leaned down to kiss her cheek. She was out. And I was out too. Out of my mind with wanting this woman.





Chapter Twenty-One





Macy





I was doing it again. It seemed I was seriously going to have to consider moving Sweet Spot to another location just so I wouldn't waste work time watching for Chase to come out of his building. After an incredible deluxe massage at the hands of a true master, I'd drifted into such a deep, much needed sleep that I slept straight through until my alarm woke me at four.

Chase had been long gone, but the scent of lavender still permeated my room and my skin. I had almost hated to take a shower because I could still feel his hands on me smoothing the oil over my skin and I wanted to hang on to the incredible feeling.

It was an hour after opening, the early commuter rush was just slowing, but Chase had still not emerged, assuming he was in his penthouse. That prickling sensation that struck me every time I imagined him up there entertaining one of his many women friends resurfaced. There was every chance that he had someone up there with him. And I couldn't blame him. I now knew what it was like to be taken to the height of arousal, where nothing else would do for an ending other than an orgasm. Last night, I had seen the thick bulge in his pants when he stood over my bed. I found it hard to believe that I could possibly be stimulation for him. I had seen the two women he had on his arms the first day I met him, and I felt utterly out of their league. On top of that, I was an inexperienced ninny in the bedroom. But I hadn't expected the erection. He had taken excellent care of my needs and had left my house with no satisfaction of his own. It seemed depressingly likely that he would have gone home to find some of that satisfaction with someone else.

Harlan, an office manager from the building two blocks down and a regular customer, walked up to the stand. "The usual, Macy."

"Sure thing." I pulled a box out from under the counter and unfolded it.

"Looks like we might get some rainy weather later," he noted.

"Yeah, I hope it stays away until I'm done packing up for the day. Oh, I'll need to start a new pot of coffee. You want four, right?"

"Yes, please." Harlan pulled out his cell phone for a conversation, and I turned to the coffee station to start a new pot. I had to lug gallons of water along with me each morning to fill the pots. An arduous task, made more difficult by the fact that I had to park a good block away. I'd invested in a solid rolling cart, but I still had to make three trips to the car to get all my supplies to the stand for the day. Chase had brought up the idea of hiring someone to help and the truth was, I really needed it, but there was just no way to do it without the business going belly up. As it was, I was just scraping by.

I finished with the coffee and turned back to Harlan. He had moved off to the side to finish his call, but someone else was standing at the counter. My heart stuttered in my chest, and a low sinking feeling filled my stomach.

"Trevor, what are you doing here?"