The Sex Surrogate(23)

He pulled away suddenly, making me stumble humiliatingly forward, having to put a hand on his chest to keep from falling into him. His hand went up to my jaw, stroking across my lips. “There,” he said, nodding. “That's better.”

Oh, the bastard.

“Don't think you can...” but the rest of my argument was muffled as he dragged my sweater up and over my head, my arms trapped in the thick material for a long moment before I got free again. “Listen...”

“Nope.”

“What?”

“No, I'm not going to listen. I am going to take the rest of your clothes off and bury my face in your pussy until you are screaming so loud you forget all about being in this pissy ass mood.”

Whoa.

Well then.

If he put it that way.

And he meant to make good on that because as soon as the words were out of his mouth, I was out of my bra and his hands went to my waistband, grabbing my pants and panties and tugging them down.

“Much better,” he said, stepping back and taking me in. And I didn't feel the urge to cover myself as his hungry eyes raked over me slowly. “Get on the bed.”

Okay.

He needed to stop being bossy.

Because I was pretty sure I was liking it way too much.

“You're still...” I started to object and he practically flew out of his jacket and started tugging aggressively at his buttons, pulling two off in the process. Naked from the waist up, he stopped.

“Now get on the bed.”

Well. Okay then.

I got on the bed.

I watched him, moving toward the foot of the bed, watching me, never taking his eyes off. His hands went out suddenly, grabbing my ankles and pushing them upward until my feet were flat on the bed. He moved to rest his knees at the edge of the mattress, then reached up, grabbing my hips and dragging me to the edge of the bed, my ass almost falling off. My legs flailed out as I grabbed the sheets. He grabbed my ankles again, taking them and placing them on his shoulders.

And I was completely exposed to him. And he was looking. Like... really looking.

Then his hands went up the insides of my thighs, pressing them further open.

“Chase...”

“Shh,” he said, glancing up at my face, then quickly away.

And before I could draw breath to think about objecting, his head moved forward and I felt his tongue slide up my slick cleft.

There was no more objecting.

There was no way I was going to fuck it up for myself.

No way I was going to miss out on Dr. Chase fucking Hudson going down on me like his god damn life depended on it.

His tongue worked up and down for a long time, stroking near my clit but never quite touching it. My hands fisted harder into the sheets, my back arching, my hips rising toward him. His tongue moved back downward, finding the entrance, curling in on itself, then thrusting forward.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, my hand slamming down on the back of his head, holding him there just in case he decided he was going to try to stop. He wasn't allowed to stop.

He thrust in and out of me until my body felt hot and sweaty, until the groans became choked begging. Then he withdrew, stroking upward and pressing his tongue hard into my clit.

Everything went fucking white.

My body pulsated, my thighs slamming tight around his head as I cried out his name over and over, until I felt drained. Until every last thread of desire felt spent.

Chase turned his head, kissing my inner thigh before rising his head to look at me. “Fuck baby.”

I patted the back of his head, too awestruck to think of talking.

“Hmm,” he said, looking at me, “I don't think that quite cut it,” he said, glancing back down between my legs.

I found my voice.

“Chase... I can't...”

“Well, we'll just see about that, won't we?”

And then we did.

And, apparently, I could.

And I screamed loud enough to forget all about my pissy ass mood.

“You taste so sweet,” he said, sliding in beside me, pulling me across his chest.

Nestled in my little safe spot, I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if the feelings were fake. That he just saw me as a client. I didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered, like Chase had once told me, was the moment. And the moment was good. The moment was as close to perfect as I had ever known. I wasn't going to sabotage that for myself. I was going to lay with him and enjoy it. Let the memory get pressed into my skin so I could never forget it.

“You okay?” he asked, all his tension seemingly evaporated.

“Mmmhmm,” I murmured, kissing his chest.

“Little come drunk, huh?”

“What?” I asked, tilting my head up to look at him.

“Come drunk. Orgasm drunk,” he explained like it was a phrase everyone in the world knew but me.

I giggled, laying back down on his chest. “I guess.”

“You handled that a lot better than I thought you would.”

“Did you expect me to start yelling and push you off?”

“Maybe. Maybe something not so dramatic. I didn't think you would just... enjoy yourself.”

“I enjoyed you,” I corrected, biting my lip, hoping that wasn't too wishy washy.

“That's sweet,” he said, kissing my head. “God, you're like a teensy little oven,” he said, kicking off the blankets and sighing at the cooler air.

And then I looked down, seeing his cock, hard, straining against the material of his pants. My hand moved downward slowly. Very, very slowly. Still a little more unsure than I cared to admit.

“Babe,” he said, grabbing my wrist, “it's okay. We have all night. You don't need to...”

“But I want to,” I said, pushing up and looking down at him.

“Fuck me,” he said, bringing a hand up to the side of my face for a second. “You're perfect just how you are, okay? Don't let anyone try to convince you otherwise.” He paused. “Not even yourself.”

Oh, the flood of warm and gushy that filled my chest and belly sure felt real right then.

I gave him a small smile, leaning and pressing my lips to his, then putting my leg on the other side of his body to straddle him so I could kiss my way down like I had been thinking of doing. “Wait,” he said, grabbing me. “Let a man enjoy the view for a second,” he said, smiling. His hands moved up my belly, over my ribs, then gently covered my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples. “Perfect,” he said again.

I slid down his body, going down onto my forearms as I kissed his neck, between his pecs, down the center of his abdominals, the muscles jerking slightly underneath the contact. Chase reached down, taking my hair and brushing it toward one side of my head, then holding it in his hand, not pulling, just keeping it out of the way so he could watch. My mouth reached his waistband and I pushed myself up to balance on my knees as I worked his belt off, then unfastened his slacks. My hands went underneath the waistband of them and his underwear, pulling up and downward until they slid and revealed what I was looking for.

Up close, it somehow managed to be just as perfect as I had thought. Thick, long, smooth.

“Ava...”

“Let a woman enjoy the view for a second,” I said, smiling, and was rewarded by a long, appreciative laugh.

My hand reached out, taking his length and stroking down to the base, pulling him upward toward my mouth.

This was new.

Not in the way that I had never given oral sex before, but in the method. Usually (and I guess it said a lot of the guys I dated), I was freaking out. So they just... took over. They held the back of my neck hard and just... slammed their cocks into my throat. No finesse. No desire to please them. Just being used.

This wasn't that.

This was me wanting to taste him. To hear his groans. This was me wanting to know what he tasted like, just as he wanted to know how I tasted. This was just as much for my pleasure as it was for his.

And that made me feel powerful.

And it was new and exciting.

I leaned forward, stroking my tongue over the smooth head, his hand pulling involuntarily at my hair. Encouraged, I closed my mouth around him, stroking slowly downward, taking my time to get to know every solid inch of him. I felt my gag reflex object, swallowing against it, letting it settle, and moving further down. Until I felt him press up hard against the back of my throat.

“Holy... fuck... Ava...”

I let my eyes drift upward, finding his and he exhaled his breath sharply. Watching him, I moved slowly back upward, sucking hard, then running my tongue over the head again. His mouth parted, cursing under his breath, watching me so intensely that I knew I was doing a pretty damn good job. I starting moving up and down, faster, sucking harder, twisting my mouth around, letting his cock hit my throat at every downward stroke. My hand slipped away, unneeded, and stroked gently over his balls.

I could have done it forever. Despite the neck ache, despite the sore jaw. I would have happily sucked him into the next year, listening to his breathing get more and more ragged, watching his eyes close, then open because he didn't want to miss the show, feeling his hand dig into my neck, hard enough for there to be marks in the morning. I was so absorbed in him and his desire that there was nothing else in the world.

“Ava...” his voice held a warning. “I'm gonna come, if you don't want...”

But I did want.

Oh, how I wanted.

I flicked my tongue over the head quickly then took him to the hilt and he came hard, his body going rigid, his hand grabbing my neck, the other one slamming down on the top of my head. The taste of his desire filled my mouth and I swallowed greedily until there was nothing left. I held him deep for a moment, then moved ever so slowly back upward, sucking at the tip, then kissing my way back up toward his neck.