Sweet Spot(Plaything #2)(9)

I raked my gaze over her. My cock was jammed tight against my fly. I tried hard to ignore it. "You are just like one of your own confections. Sweet and mouthwatering."

"You always say the oddest things. And yet, every time I think—that works. Sexy, smooth and silver-tongued. A good combination."

I lowered my face over her and tugged down the cup of her bra to reveal her breast. Her nipple tightened into a rosy bud as I pressed a kiss against it. It hardened more as my tongue drew circles around it. Macy arched her back, letting me know she wanted more. Which I was happy to give. As badly as I wanted her, I was thrilled out of my fucking mind about showing her things she had never experienced.

The quiet moans my kisses and caresses were causing made my cock so hard, at one point, I had to stop and grit my teeth against the ache.

Macy looked up at me with round eyes. "Is everything all right? Was that it?" She had no idea the effect she was having on me, which made her that much more adorable. I was in a whole new territory here, and I was loving every second of it.

"Nope, we've just begun." I brought my mouth back up to her lips and kissed her as my hand trailed over her belly. She wriggled a bit. She was ticklish. Of course. How could someone so fucking cute not be ticklish. I moved slowly again, cautiously, ready for her to say no as my hand journeyed toward her panties. This time she did reach down and take hold of my wrist. The disappointment made me feel as if someone had deflated all the oxygen from my body.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I guess I'm feeling a little self conscious. I wish the sun was down, so the room could be dark."

"I think I've got an idea. Do you have a scarf?"

Her brows bunched together in confusion. "On the hook in the closet."

My raging erection hampered my movement, but I reached the closet and returned to the bed with a silk scarf in my hands. I motioned for her to lift her head from the pillow.

She gasped as I moved to tie the scarf around her eyes like a blindfold. I stopped before tying the knot. "This way it'll be dark. Should I continue?"

"Dark on my side, yes, but you'll be able to see me, all of me."

"I know."

The scarf was still wrapped around her eyes. "You're smiling like a big ole' Cheshire cat right now, aren't you?"

"Sure am."

"Tie the knot."

I continued my task of securing the blindfold. She rested back.

"I need you to do one more thing." I lifted both her hands and placed them on each side of her head on the pillow. The sight of her blindfolded and nearly naked stretched out on the bed caused an unexpected groan to roll up from my chest.

She turned her head toward the side I sat on. "Are you all right?"

I was done tiptoeing. I had a feeling Macy was too. I lowered my mouth to her ear. "No. I'm so fucking hard with wanting you right now, darlin', that it hurts."

My words had the desired effect. Her lips parted as her breath quickened. Her breasts rose and fell, and a pink blush covered her skin.

I kissed her again. "Now, let's see if you want me as badly as I want you."





Chapter Fifteen





Macy





I was still trying to decide if being blindfolded helped relax me or if it was having the opposite effect when Chase slipped his hand beneath my bottom, lifted it up and pushed a pillow underneath me. My hips were arched higher than the rest of my body. His fingertips grazed my skin, and I startled. I felt my panties being slow dragged over my thighs and then off my feet. His strong fingers wrapped around my ankles, and he placed my feet on the bed so that my knees were up.

I was completely exposed. That feeling should have made me self-conscious. Instead, a warmth circulated through my body, letting me know that I was enjoying the thought of Chase looking at me. My earlier case of nerves had vanished, and it felt as if a much more wanton version of Macy had taken over. I wanted this. And I wanted to see his face as he looked at me. I needed to see that lust that he'd so erotically just described in my ear.

I reached up and pushed off the blindfold. Chase was kneeling between my legs. His eyes were a sharp green, intensely bright, as if hungry with something that no amount of sustenance would satisfy.

His eyes stayed on my face, watching me as he scooted down to his stomach, his long legs hanging off the bed as he settled comfortably between my thighs. I had never had this kind of intimacy, and the reaction in my body and between my legs was profound.

I sucked in a breath and held it as Chase ran kisses along the inside of my thigh. Each time his mouth pressed against me, something deep inside, an internal drive that I never knew existed, made me scoot my ass forward on the pillow. I wanted him to touch my pussy. I needed him to touch it. But he lingered, he took it teasingly slow, stroking my inner thigh with his tongue.

As his dark head moved closer to me, I could feel the light stubble on his jaw tantalizingly scrape my skin. His warm breath tickled me, causing a shiver to run through me. Then his fingers trailed lightly over my pussy, and a whimper bubbled from my mouth.

My eyes drifted shut. I gripped the coverlet on my bed, waiting, wondering just how this would end. He had hardly touched me yet, but my body had reached a crescendo, a build up of wanting something so badly I could hardly think about anything except the pulsating need between my legs. And it seemed that the release of energy, when it finally came, would be like nothing I'd ever felt before. It also seemed that if that release never came, I might just die from disappointment. I needed that ending, that satisfaction, or I might just whither into a ball and sob.

"Chase," I said, on a pleading whisper. "Please." I wasn't completely sure what I was begging for, but I knew whatever it was, Chase had it.

I sucked in another breath and held it as Chase kissed my pussy, softly at first, barely registering a touch and then with more pressure. He added a gentle teasing flick of the tongue, and I released the breath I'd been holding on a long, luxurious sigh. It was as if every ounce of feeling in my body was concentrated in one place, my pussy. Chase was now controlling me with his mouth and fingers.

His fingertip pressed between the folds of my pussy, stopping at the hard nub. My clitoris became a magic button, and as Chase caressed it, I felt my entire body hurdling toward something, something explosive. I found myself contracting my bottom and pushing harder against his mouth, signaling him I needed more. He answered my muted plea by slipping his finger inside of me.

The cotton cover on my bed was bunched in my hands as I gripped the fabric, not sure what else to hold onto to keep from floating away into a delirious erotic haze. As he impaled me with his finger, his tongue and mouth kept my clitoris tight with arousal. His free hand slipped under my bare bottom, and he lifted me higher and harder against his mouth. Instinctually, the muscles in my legs and body tensed as if they were working hard to put all the focus on my pussy. Every touch, every caress brought me closer to something that was still a mystery but that was something I now needed more than I'd ever needed anything.

Chase moved with perfect rhythm and precision, not a movement wasted. Everything he did created more heat and made my pussy drip with moisture. My thighs squeezed together as if they had a mind of their own. Chase's thick hair brushed against my skin, but the tickling sensation fell away fast. All I could think about were the sensations overwhelming my pussy.

Chase's thick finger dipped inside of me again, and his tongue lathed over my clit. And that was it. My body was wracked with undulating waves of pleasure. I cried out, unable to stop myself. I reached for Chase and tangled my fingers in his thick hair, needing to hold onto something. He continued, rhythm and focus unbroken by the twisting, trembling motion of my body as I absorbed the explosive sensations.

As the waves receded and I felt myself coming back down to earth, my breathing slowed and my head cleared. Chase lifted his face up from between my thighs and grinned at me.

"And that, my beautiful angel, is just one of the things you've been missing out on these last four years."

He sat up on his knees and then dropped down on his side next to me on the bed.

I turned toward him and still felt a rush of tingles in my pussy. "What's that phrase? I think it's a Cher song. 'If I could turn back time'.”

"That's all right. I figure we've got four years of catching up to do, but lucky for you, you've found someone who can catch you up in a month's time."





Chapter Sixteen





Chase





Zane had picked up burgers. The four of us met in Trey's office for our once a month lunch where we agreed to talk about anything except business. It helped us to not forget how the four of us had started life, not as four business partners but as four friends growing up in a tough neighborhood with families that were anything but ideal. Trey and I had both grown up with single parents who had to work multiple jobs just to pay bills. But we'd still had it better than Aidan, who grew up with both parents in the house. They were two adults who acted more like kids. They were so obsessed with partying and making themselves feel good that they never paid any attention to Aidan. He ended up getting expelled from high school for fighting. He was constantly in trouble, but his parents couldn’t have cared less. Eventually, he realized doing radical things to get in trouble wasn't helping him get the attention from his mom and dad he craved, so he stopped. After that, he worked hard at two jobs to have enough money to move out of his parents’ house. He'd finally found something that got his parents’ attention. Wealth. They were still a couple of worn out losers, only now they lived in a nice house.