“We’re doing this,” he says as his hands go to my chest, “until you tell me to stop.”
“For the love of everything—don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckles, dragging my shirt over my head with a flourish. His eyes sparkle with dark mischief. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon, sweetheart.”
“Chase Marshall, for the first time since we met, I can’t argue with you.”
His smile grows wider as he pulls me into his chest. He works quickly to unfasten my bra. When I lean back, his eyes are glued to my darkened nipples pointing through the white lace fabric. Slowly, I shimmy the straps down my arms and let the material fall between us on our laps.
The cool air licks at my exposed skin. It’s a stark contrast from the heat building in my core, and the juxtaposition makes me shiver.
Chase palms my breasts and then rolls my nipples in his fingers. Each flick of a thumb against the sensitive flesh sends another wave of need between my legs.
He lowers his head, gaze holding mine, and sucks one sensitive bud into his mouth. My head falls back, my hair dusting my shoulders, as I moan his name into the night.
“Chase,” I say, gasping as the tip of his tongue swirls around my nipple.
He chuckles against me. The vibrations reverberate in every inch of my overwhelmed body.
“You’re being awfully quiet,” he says, nipping my other breast. “You usually won’t shut up, and now you only know my name.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Strangely, I might be.”
“Oh, do you like me now?”
He grins. “I’m beginning to like your mouth more and more.”
I hold his face in my hands and kiss him. This time, I’m in control. I explore his mouth with my tongue and nibble on his lip. I suck his tongue and make him react by digging his hands into my hips.
I slide off him and get to my feet. His eyes go wide as I urge him to stand. He complies without a fight, although he’s obviously confused by my abrupt change in plans. Once he’s standing, I slowly slide my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and push the fabric down his legs. His confusion abruptly switches to all-out desire.
Holy fucking hell.
He palms his thick cock and sits on the edge of the couch. A bead of pre-cum already dots the top. “Get on your knees.”
“Yes, sir.”
His roguish and wicked smile is nearly enough to make me orgasm.
I take his length in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it one by one. Holding his gaze, I drag my tongue roughly across the top, taking the dots of pre-cum away with it.
“Good girl,” he says.
Good girl?I laugh, flicking my tongue against the underside of his cock. “Do you want to be a good boy and come in my mouth?”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll flip you over and come in your pussy right fucking now.”
“That would be a tragedy.” I wink, hoping I appear more in control than I really am. Internally, my muscles clench. Temperature soars. I’m trembling—my body screaming for him to touch me. “I haven’t even gotten to suck you yet.”
“Megan—fuck,” he hisses.
I sink my mouth over his cock, wrapping my lips around the velvety shaft as I slide back up. A rush of air escapes his lips as I swirl my tongue around the tip.
“Yes,” I say, sucking my way down the side of his cock. “We’re going to fuck. Later.”
Licking back up to the head, I watch his eyes burn.It’s so fucking sexy.
