He grinds me down on him and captures my lips with his. The force frazzles my brain.
Chase takes over, moving us together in a slow, easy dance. It’s not the fucking I think it’s going to be. It’s sweet. It’s intentional. It’s something different altogether, and if I’m not careful, I might misidentify it as the beginning stages of something more than lust.
CHAPTER 26
Megan
I rustle against the sheets.
My head is foggy—heavy. The cloud of sleep is thick in my brain. I’ve partially woken, only to be trapped between awake and asleep a handful of times.
Dreams have been vivid since I drifted off shortly after midnight. Chase has been featured in all of them, regardless of the setting. That makes waking up a bit better. I get to remember our conversation on the swing, sharing a shower with him after, and then sneaking back to my room to avoid a walk of shame from Chase’s room to mine in the morning and bewildering Kennedy. And having to answer a lot of questions I’m not prepared to tackle—especially not alone.
Frustrated by my inability to make sense of reality—am I dreaming again, or is this real?—I try to turn onto my side.
And can’t.
What the…?I press off the mattress with my hip and realize I’m pinned to the bed.
Panic rushes over me. A tug-of-war starts in my brain of whether to scream or freeze or to start kicking and throwing punches. I gasp, opening my mouth to yell for help, when large, warm waves ripple through me—starting between my legs and radiating in all directions.
“Oof,” I gasp, forcing my eyes to open.
Oh shit.
Chase lies on the mattress, face in my pussy. He’s watching me—eyes trained on mine—as he licks and sucks around my opening.
I force a swallow down my parched throat.Good thing I didn’t need to scream. I wouldn’t have been able to anyway.
My head is scrambled despite being acutely aware of the delicious assault on my sex. I wonder what time it is. But as I start to look at the clock on the bedside table, Chase flicks my clit with his tongue.
“Ah,” I moan, reaching for his head.
He chuckles against me, rocking my hips back to give himself more access to my bud. I let my knees fall to the sides. I grip the side of his head and soak up the pleasure.
Every pass of his tongue gets me closer to the end.
He slips a finger inside me and works it just how I like it. I press my head into my pillows and climb to the top to my orgasm.
“Don’t be loud,” Chase says, kissing my clit, which makes me shiver.
“I can’t help it.”
He chuckles against me again. “You better help it, or I’ll have to gag you.”
I raise my head and stare into his eyes. “How loud do I have to get to be gagged?”
He shakes his head before burying it against me.
I try to remember his orders not to yell, but the intensity of the impending explosion proves to be too much. I grab a pillow and cover my face.
Chase bites gently on my swollen nub, and I lose it.
My legs shake—my body trembles. A gush of desire rolls down my slit and pools on the bed beneath me.
The sound of Chase’s tongue licking, caressing—delivering the pleasure coursing through me—only prolongs the delicious torture.
I grit my teeth and ride out wave after wave of intensity.
