My cock slides in and out of her pussy with ease. A motion we’re both so content in. With a slower movement, I can readjust my footing, keeping her pinned against the glass wall as I push in and out. My hand reaches between her legs and I run my thumb over her clit. She’s so swollen, so ready to combust, I can feel it the second I pinch with my fingers.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her cheek as my fingers play with her pussy.
She doesn’t answer me with words, but her sounds say enough. I flick her clit with my fingers, fast, and then slow. Building her up and then letting her breathe for a moment before I pick up the pace again. I can feel her pussy beginning to clench around me as her orgasm builds.
“I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I moan as we hold nothing back, fucking in my shower like there isn’t a perfectly good bed less than ten feet away.
“Chase, oh my—” I cover her words with my lips as she shudders. Her body moves back and forth and I move both of my hands to grip her thighs, but her scream breaks our kiss and she gasps for air as she closes her eyes in pleasure.
My own orgasm is mounting with every pulse of hers. I can feel my walls crumbling as she continues to bounce in front of me. Perfect, full breasts sitting nearly eye level with me.
“Fill me up, Chase.” She takes my face in her hands and runs her tongue over my bottom lip.
I thrust one more time before my body vibrates, letting the best goddamn orgasm rip through me.
She slides her body down mine, resting her head against my chest as we both recede from the orgasms that left us breathless.
“Hey.” I run my hands over her face. “I said something earlier in the gym that you didn’t question me on.”
“What’s that?” Her arms wrap around my waist as we stand together, letting the water continue to fall around us.
“I said you were spoken for, even though we haven’t actually talked about it. But it’s something I’ve thought a lot about.”
“You have?” Her voice carries a shock.
“Yeah… I—I want to see where this could go. If we can date, be a… a couple.” My words feel like they’re rushing out. I haven’t asked someone to be my girlfriend since I was a kid. I barely know if I’m even doing it right.
“You asking me to be your girlfriend?” She swipes her thumb over my jaw as she stares up at me.
“Yes.” I sigh. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Her face softens. The blue of her eyes deepen and she brings both hands up around my neck.
“Chase, I’ve always been yours.”
Every inch of my skin has been on fire for the last twelve hours. When Chase dropped me off last night, I felt like I was leaving my heart in his passenger's seat and I’ve never felt more okay with that than I do now. I’ve been with other men before, Chase knows that, but telling him I’ve always belonged to him wasn’t a lie. And I don’t think he thought it was either.
I remember agreeing to date the quarterback in high school because he was so adamant about bringing me as his date to prom. I agreed to it out of boredom, in a way. The guy I wanted wasn’t giving me anything and here was this perfectly nice guy practically falling at my feet, so I said yes to a date that resulted in my first serious relationship where he ultimately cheated on me. I feel like, in one way or another, I’ve been wronged by every guy I’ve let close to me. Any man who has ever whispered sweet nothings into my ear about how amazing I was or how muchthey loved me, never thought twice about hurting me or letting me down.
I settled, more often than I care to admit, with men who didn’t mean much to me when I look back now. My heart has always been with Chase.
When I lived in Miami, I went on a handful of dates with this guy who was a regular at the bar I worked at. He sweet talked his way into me giving him my phone number and I eventually let him take me to dinner a few times. The more time we spent together, the more he seemed to actually pull away. I noticed it quickly—not that he attempted to hide it too well, though. When all was said and done, he told me that dating me just felt like “a lot”, whatever that meant to him at the time. I didn’t ask for clarification or challenge him, I let his excuse be his out without any kind of question. Thinking back on it now, I wish I would’ve asked what the hell he meant by it. Drew often made me feel like I was too much too. He’d tell me to settle down at the bar all the time. One night he apologized on my behalf to his friends because I was yelling at the television while we were watching the Knights play an away game. He looked embarrassed the entire time. That should’ve been my sign.
As someone who considers herself overall pretty confident and of the opinion to take no shit—I sure as hell have taken quite a bit of shit from weak ass men. And that stops now. No more small men. No more men who want to stare at my chest one minute and then tell me to calm down the next.
Abby’s face lights up my phone screen as I’m lying in bed, still reeling over last night and the memory of Chase’s hands all over me. I texted her when I got home last night and told her to call me when she woke up. Telling her my teenage dreams came true last night is first on my list this morning.
“Morning, Sunshine.” I smile into the phone when her face comes into view.
“Hi,” she croaks out before she coughs all over the screen. She moves the phone away from her face and I see Ford laying next to her. I’m certain he’s naked. Either that or he just wears his shorts real,reallow.
“Cover up, Anderson,” I call into the phone as he takes it from Abby’s hands. “Is she okay?”
“She’s got a little bug I think, but she’ll be okay.”
I nod at him while he looks off the screen and watch his eyes as he looks at her. Ford stares at Abby like she’s the single greatest thing he’s ever seen. It makes me wonder if from the outside anyone would say that about Chase when he looks at me.
