“Yes,” she sighs. She slides her knees up and down my body, wrapping her legs around me.
Evie wraps one arm around my neck, pulling me closer for a kiss as she cradles my face. And the moment our lips meet, I pound into her harder, because she brings out the animal in me.
Every part of us is touching, and she’s kissing and biting my bottom lip, her body begging to come again, but I’m not done enjoying myself.
I fuck her in long, hard strokes, rubbing her soft walls with my shaft as her breathing becomes more ragged and I feel my balls start to draw up.
I fuck her through rough hands all over me, insistent and pawing like she can’t get close enough. Neither can I.
I fuck this girl until the sweat beads on my forehead and glistens in the small dip in her throat.
She can’t keep me close enough as I draw in and out harder, faster, kissing her as I whisper how perfect she is.
“Chase ...” she groans against my shoulder. “I’m gonna come ... oh my god ... I think I’m gonna come again ...”
“That’s right. Gimme what I want.”
I can hear her trying to say my name, but nothing’s coming out.
There’s only silence and the smell of sex as we fuck harder and harder, chasing our pleasure. She’s squeezing my dick so hard I can’t miss that her body’s ready.
We’re kissing, my cock grinding into her, before she hooks her arms around my bicep. Her eyes lock to mine and I watch her fucking come for me.
She’s trembling, her lips part, but no sound’s coming out as her body stays locked on mine.
And that’s all I can take.
I hammer inside her, feeling the sweet relief explode out of my body as I grunt and grab her jaw, keeping her eyes on mine.
Warm spurts fill her as my stomach jerks, but I can’t stop fucking her, stroking my shaft inside her, softer now.
Our shaky breaths take turns as I lean down and pepper kisses over her jaw before taking her mouth again.
“That the moment you were looking for?”
“Yes, Chef.”
Chapter Thirteen
Evie
It’s still dusk out, so the house isn’t completely dark yet, which made it easy for me to sneak out of Chase’s bed just now.
The door closes quietly behind me as I tiptoe slowly over the tile to the kitchen for water. I can’t believe we crossed the line not once but three times.
God. My head was so fucked yesterday.
There was all this latent emotional trauma having a dance party in my brain, and he was there ... saving me, then saving me some more, because he kept it all at bay with only his presence.
Which doesn’t make any sense, because he’s the person I want to be around the least, but when he ran me a bath, all I could think was that I wanted him inside me.
But is that true ... that I want to be around him the least, because it feels like a lie.
No ... It was a dirty thought. But unlike the countless others I’ve had about him, it didn’t pass.
I just kept thinking about it while I watched him pour in bubble bath and while he ran out of my room to grab the supplies I instinctively knew he was getting.
But I could only know something like that if I knew him ...
