“You wish.” I grunt, knowing that he’s right. I hate that he’s right. I’m so wet for him, I could scream.
His fingers deftly move the waistband of my leggings, the cotton fabric pulling against his hand as he dips it below. I do nothing to stop him and find myself widening my legs for him, welcoming his touch.
“What did I say?” He swirls his finger along my clit before pressing into my pussy with two of his digits. I inhale sharply at the sudden pressure invading me. “So fucking wet. And so fucking tight. And all for me.” He rips his hand away and shoves his wet fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head. “And so fucking sweet.”
That shouldn’t be as hot as it is but seeing him taste me makes my insides melt on sight.
“Now, go to bed, princess.” He says, rolling off me.
The sudden lack of body heat is like having ice thrown on me, and shame immediately replaces the desire I’ve been stupidly feeling.
“I hope you enjoyed that taste of me, because that’s all you’ll be getting.”
“We’ll see about that.” Chase smirks, and I angrily stomp off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut to get a handle on myself. Fuck him and his stupid mind games.
I think I will go out with Liam tomorrow. If only just to have an excuse to get the hell out of here.
13
CHASE
Ihaven’t been able to get the taste of her out of my head all day. How I wanted to rip those leggings off her and fuck her raw and bare on my bed until she was screaming my name. To be honest, I’m not sure why I stopped. Maybe it was self-preservation from getting rejected. Or maybe I wanted to see her riled up. But now, I’m regretting the choice to stop.
After my classes, I came home to a flurry of her getting ready to go out with Liam. Had I not pussied out and kissed her like I wanted to, maybe she would be in my arms instead of running into his. Fuck.
And of course, she had to look absolutely breathtaking in the dress she chose, leaving me to pine after her. I’m pathetic. Hopelessly head over heels for this girl.
I pace our room waiting for her to come home from her date. The evidence of her getting ready is strewn about as if a tornado has blown through here. A black strapless dress is flung on the back of the couch, and I trip over a rouge pair of silver heels. Makeup containers line the bathroom sink and a curling iron sits unplugged. The air smells of her intoxicating perfume, hanging in the air taunting me as the time ticks by.
I bet he’s making her laugh in that way that shakes her shoulders and lights up her eyes. Liam can be charming. Too bad he’s a fucking douchebag.
The thought of her with him eats at me, when it shouldn’t. She should mean nothing to me, and instead I’m wearing a hole in the carpet worrying that she’ll fall for the likes of Liam Decker. That I’ll have to see them together, kissing. But he can hold her without restraint, giving her the one thing I can’t. A relationship. Something a girl like Melody deserves.
But I’m a fucking selfish prick and don’t want to be the bigger man.
No.
I want to rush down to that bar they’re having drinks at, hoist her sassy little ass over my shoulder and carry her home to be with me. How I would worship that body of hers and make her call out my name.
With nothing but torturous thoughts ebbing away at my mind, I decide to drown them out by taking a shower. But as soon as I step into the hot water, her sweet sensual scent from her body soap overtakes me. Filling my senses with her. Visions of Melody bathing in this same shower assault my mind and I imagine the water running down her curves. I’m instantly hard as a rock, wishing she was in here with me and not out with that asshole, Liam.
I picture her pressed up against the tiles, her legs hoisted around my waist as I thrust into her. The water lapping over our combined bodies as I take what’s mine. My hand finds its way to my throbbing length, and I work my hand down it, feeling every ridge and wishing it was her I was with. Taking her body soap in my free hand, I squeeze out some to coat my dick.
Whispers of citrus and vanilla swirl around me as I fuck my hand wishing with every thrust that I was balls deep in her sweet pussy instead of alone in the shower. Her siren like voice would call out my name, and only my name. Her pink painted nails would scratch down the length of my back, marking me up with the evidence of how good I make her feel.
I could make her feel so damn good her knees wouldn’t be able to hold her upright after I’m through with her. She’d be begging me for more, and I’d never tire of making her come around my cock.
Images of her heavy breasts bouncing as we fuck play on a loop and before I know it, I’m coming hard, painting the tile with my seed. I groan loudly and my back flexes as my balls empty. Fuck, it feels so good, but I want more. I want her.
Shit.
I want her.
Water flows down my body until it runs cold as I grapple with my emotions. The implications of what it means to be attracted to the one person I can’t have and shouldn’t want.
I step out of the shower and do the only thing I can—try to forget.
But as soon as I enter our room, I see the mess she’s left behind and I remember how her laugh makes me want to compose whole sonatas.
