“Jesus Christ,” Chase hissed, the buzzing sound clicking off. I felt the bed give under his weight and his hand settled on my naked hip from behind. “Baby?”
Augh.
No.
The pet names.
Someone didn't tell my belly to stop doing the flip-flopping.
“I'm fine,” I said, before he could say anything else.
“You sure?” he asked, and I knew he was looking at me like he was afraid I was ready to bolt.
“Yep. That was just... intense.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, his hand starting to stroke up my spine. “Just watching you through that... fuck me.”
I rolled back onto my back. “Go ahead.”
“What?” he asked, his brows drawing together, his hand snaking up my belly.
“Fuck me,” I suggested, making sure I kept my eyes on him.
The surprise on his face was worth the wobbly feeling I had in saying it.
“What?”
“I said go ahead and fuck me.”
“Jesus,” he said, shaking his head.
I sat up quickly, moving to the end of the bed.
“Babe... what's the matter? Where are you going?”
I turned back, holding out a condom from the nightstand. “Just getting something,” I said, handing it to him.
He eyed me again, breaking open the condom. No doubt, still trying to piece things together.
Good luck, Chase. It was my life's mission that you never find out.
He slid the condom on, watching me. I moved to lay back down, but his arm shot out, his hand grabbing my arm. “No. We did that already. Time for something new.”
“Okay,” I shrugged.
“Come here,” he said, patting his thigh.
Oh, my.
Okay.
I moved slowly, unfolding my body then going to straddle his waist. “Like this?” I asked, letting one hand rest on his shoulder.
“Yeah, baby,” he said, his hand sliding between our bodies to grab his cock, sliding it between my slick folds. I groaned, biting hard into my lips. “You're going to ride me. Show me how you like being fucked.”
Oh
my
god.
Alright.
“Okay,” I agreed and felt his cock slip downward, pressing against the threshold, and waiting.
“You're in control,” he said.
Damn right I was in control.
I took a slow breath, lowering my hips down, feeling him press inside me, spreading me. My eyes closed on a groan.
“That's it, baby, take me in.”
Fuck.
I pressed lower, taking him in, taking him in as deep as my body would allow, the new angle making him hit places he hadn't the last time. My forehead went down on his shoulder, taking a deep breath as he filled me completely.
“You're so fucking tight. You feel how your pussy is squeezing me?”
Oh, I felt it alright.
“Find what feels good, Ava,” he told me, his hands going to my hips.
Everything. Everything felt good when he was inside me.
But I shifted my hips upward, letting him slide halfway out of me, before pressing back down on a moan.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I whimpered, doing it again.
“Try this, baby,” he said, taking my hips when I took him to the hilt again, and moving them toward his body, then away, his cock pressing up against my g-spot in the process.
“Oh, my god,” I groaned, grabbing his shoulders.
“Make yourself come, Ava.”
And then I did.
A slow, rolling, pulsating that had my fingers digging in hard enough to draw blood.
I collapsed against him, shaking slightly.
His hands moved up and down my spine and as I came down, I could feel him... still hard inside me.
I moved lazily backward, looking at him quizzically.
A smile toyed with his lips. “Yeah, I'm not done with you yet,” he said, his voice deep and sexual. And it sent a stab of desire right where our bodies met, making me clench around him. His smile spread wider, “You like that idea don't you?”
I pursed my lips. “Eh, maybe.”
He chuckled, grabbing my hips and hauling me off of him, throwing me none-too-gently onto the mattress.
And fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things in the damn world.
“All fours,” he said, going up on his knees.
I rolled over, a thrill of excitement settling in my belly. The bed shifted and I looked over my shoulder to see him standing at the edge of the bed, in all his naked glory.
When I didn't immediately move to do what I was told, his hands reached out and grabbed my ankles, pulling them hard until my knees teetered on the edge of the bed. “I said all fours,” he growled.
My belly fluttered, my sex clenched, and I fucking got up on all fours.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands going to squeeze my ass. Then they went away to slide down the backs of my thighs. And then his hand reached out and slapped hard. Hard enough to make me cry out and jump. “Now spread your legs.”
Oh
my
god.
Bossy and dominant Chase? I just... couldn't. It was too much.
I spread my legs.
I felt his cock slide between my thighs, moving to the entrance and holding there. “I am going to fuck you,” he said, his hand sliding up my back toward my neck, then gliding into my hair. His fingers closed, grabbing my hair hard and jerking me upward by it. “Hard,” he added.
Jesus
Christ.
Then his cock slammed into me, burying deep. “Elbows on the bed,” he instructed and I moved downward, the position making his hand pull harder on my hair. My ass angled up toward him and his other hand settled right above it.
Then he was fucking me.
Hard.
As promised.
His cock withdrew almost completely each time, plowing in so hard my body jerked as he hit so deep it pinched. In the most intoxicating, delicious way imaginable. His fingers twisted harder in my hair, his hand moved to my hip, pulling me backward with each thrust forward.
It was wild, primal.
And I felt myself fall away into it.
All that was left was the feeling of him in me, making me claw at the sheets, burying my face in them to keep the screams muffled.
“I want to hear you come,” he scolded, yanking my hair until I lifted my head.
His cock slammed forward.
And I came.
And the entire fucking neighborhood could hear me.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out as the waves just kept coming as he kept thrusting. “Chase...”
He thrust deep, “Fucking perfect,” he ground out as he came as hard as I did.
I collapsed forward on the bed. Spent. There was nothing left.
He walked away to the bathroom and came back, getting into the bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling. He patted his chest, “Come here.”
But I couldn't. Even if I wanted to.
Which I absolutely, positively did not want. Nope. No way.
All I managed was a strange garbled sound.
He chuckled, turning his head to look down at me. “A little come drunk, huh?”
“Shut up,” I grumbled, my body thick and heavy.
He laughed, shaking his head, his hand landing on my ass cheek, squeezing quickly.
“That was fucking amazing.”
Is that in your professional opinion, doctor?
I was getting bitter.
Which was good.
It kept things in perspective.
I made an acknowledging noise, because it was amazing, then tried to will my body to lighten up, to let me be able to move it.
But I stayed infuriatingly numb.
Chase shifted, moving upward and leaning over me. Then started planting kisses from the base of my neck downward.
And I suddenly wasn't numb anymore. I was definitely feeling that.
I knew I should take the opportunity to get up, to get dressed, to leave. But it felt too nice to walk away from.
It felt like worship.
He kissed down my spine, shifting slightly, kissing one of my ass cheeks, the down the leg to my ankle, then up the other leg, across that ass cheek, then up my spine again. Every inch of my body felt tingly. Light. Loved.
Oh, no.
Okay.
Shut. It. Down.
I wasn't loved. I wasn't worshiped. I was kissed. That was it. It wasn't anything other than that. Just kissing. Just more training. Coaching. Because I was a client, not a lover. Not a girlfriend. I was no one to him.
His lips moved across my shoulder then off.
Too soon.
And yet not soon enough.
When he settled back beside me again, I pushed myself up on all fours, then landed back on my heels.
His hand reached out for me, but I was out of reach.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
“I promised Shay I would help her set up the room tonight.”
Lie. It was a bold-faced lie.
“Ava...”
I moved off the bed, reaching for my dress.
Sensing my determination to leave, he moved off the side of the bed and grabbed his pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling my dress over my head.
“I'm walking you to your car,” he said, standing, reaching for his shirt while simultaneously slipping into his shoes. “You're not walking around at night with no fucking panties on.”
I rolled my eyes. I had walked to his office just fine with no panties on. But, whatever. There was no use fighting him. I grabbed my wallet and keys, and walked out, leaving him to follow behind, still buttoning his shirt.
We walked in stony silence. And it was stony. Chase was stiff as marble beside me, but I pretended to ignore him, walking to my car and unlocking it, throwing my wallet on the passenger seat.
I was moving to turn back to him, when his hands grabbed my shoulders tight and slammed me back against my car, holding me there.
“Chase... what the hell...”
“What is wrong with you?”
Oh, boy.
“Nothing,” I said, scrunching my face up like he was crazy.