I respond by grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him. Exploring his warm mouth with my tongue, biting his bottom lip to pull him further into me. We don’t break the kiss as he bends over, clunking the heavy plastic cooler on the ground. Then his hands are free to touch me. To run down my waist, slip under the summer dress I’m wearing and grab my ass. He toys with the strings of my bathing suit, running a finger over my hip bone.
“Hey, Daddy.” I smirk against his lips.
“God, Cass. You know what that fucking does to me.” His hips roll, pressing his quickly hardening bulge against me. I knowexactlywhat it does to him.
“Auntie Blair has the baby.”
“Yeah?” His fingertips press harder into my ass. “Should we go home for a minute?”
“Better idea.” I lick my lips.Thisis the moment I’ve wanted. “How fast can you run, Daddy?”
I don’t wait for his answer before taking off up the path then veering left onto a trail that runs further down the creek. Even with a head start, he’s catching up quickly. Admittedly, I wasn’t a runner before. But five-months postpartum, I’m not exactly in the best shape of my life.
His fingers graze my back, and I squeal, not wanting to be caught and also desperately wanting to be caught. Then they snag on my dress, and I’m brought to a screeching halt. His free hand latches onto my arm, tugging me into him.
“Why you running, sweetheart?” Out of breath, he smashes his lips to mine.
I huff, holding a palm to my burning chest. “Wanted… to see… if you’d chase me.”
“Of course I’d chase you. Always have. Always will.” His heavy body presses me into a tree, the rough bark scratching my back as he kisses me deeply. Calloused hands glide under my dress, his finger hooking on my bikini string. His hand runs across my lower stomach, inching closer to where I’m throbbing—where I’m aching to feel his touch. We haven’t had much opportunity for this since Hazel was born, and it shows in how wet I already am. How hard his cock is against my stomach.
“Touch me,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Right here in the open? Broad daylight? You’re something else, Cass.”
“Guess you were right.” I get close enough that my lips brush his ear. “I’m atotal fucking slutfor you. What are you gonna do about it?”
He blows air from his nose and digs his fingers into my fleshy hips. “You keep talking like that, and I’m going to fuck you up against this tree, then send you back down to hang out with our friends with my cum leaking out of you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes. God, yes.” I grab his hand, pulling it between my legs. Discovering my soaked bikini bottoms, a low rumble resounds in his chest, and I’m pinned between his hot, half-naked body and the tree. Every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
“Have you been swimming, or is this all for me?” he asks with a teasing smile.
“That’ssucha pervy dad comment.”
“You love it.” A calloused finger skims across my skin before slowly sinking inside me. “Fuck, you’re my everything. How did Iget so lucky?”
I muffle a moan with a clenched fist held between my teeth, biting into my knuckles as he slips in a second finger, then third. His mouth explores every inch of me with ferocity, as if we’re on borrowed time and he may never get another chance to have his lips on me. When his hand retreats from under my dress, we fumble together to get his shorts off. And, for a split second, our eyes meet and a spark of fear flashes in his eyes. Or, perhaps, he’s simply mirroring the way I feel.
“Are you sure about this?” The flip of a switch, he becomes the caring, concerned man I love. “If you still aren’t comfortable, I get it.”
“I started the pill specifically so we didn’t need to use condoms forever. At some point we need to trust it’ll do its job, right?”
He cocks an eyebrow with a grin before steeling his face again. “Spread your fucking legs like a good little slut. And be quiet, unless you want everybody to know you have a thing for being fucked where anyone could catch us.”
Plucking at the bikini string, he exposes me in one move. Clutching the pink scrap of fabric, he wraps his hand around my neck, pinning me and tangling my hair in the tree bark. And when his cock drives into me, I moan despite the pressure from his fingertips.
“So you do want somebody to catch us?” he asks between kisses along my jaw, pumping in and out. My dress bunches up, my bare ass dragging across the tree with every jarring thrust.
“No,” I whimper. “I just… can’t be quiet.”
Chase tucks his tongue in his cheek. “Open up, sweetheart.”
I do as he tells me, letting my jaw go slack. And, for a second I’m entirely disgusted, but the look on his face as he gently tucks my bathing suit bottoms between my lips is all it takes to convince me this is the hottest thing in the world. My leg wraps around his hips, my heel spurring him. Over and over. Forcing him deep. Deeper. Until every last goddamn inch of his thick cock is filling me to the hilt. I groan around the soft fabric in my mouth, letting him tear me apart and put me back together—his cock and fingers working to set off a tsunami inside me. If it weren’t forhis hand on my throat, I’d be falling to the ground. My knees are weak, muscles liquified, and I can’t see straight.
“Breathe, Cass. Through your nose. Keep coming for me. You look so fucking gorgeous right now. Your cum’s dripping down me, baby.” He thrusts harder. Faster. The grip on my neck is tight, and the skin along my spine stings with every pump, the rough bark scraping and rubbing me raw. He’s so close, I can feel it in the tremble of his hand. See it in the delirious look in his eyes.
As he starts to fall apart inside of me, I yank the bathing suit from my mouth and cram it into his, stifling his roaring moan. Stoking the fire in his eyes as he comes entirely undone.
