His hand slows but doesn’t stop.
My traitorous eyes drift again, watching with confusion and hunger as he fists his cock, his gaze still locked on me. I shouldn’t be here. I walked in on something private, personal.
And yet I’m rooted to the floor in my fuzzy bunny slippers.
Swallowing, I flick my gaze back up. Heat and want stare back at me. Darkness simmers in his eyes as he slowly pulls up from the wall and pivots to face me. This is my chance. My turning point. This is where I run, flee, practice my apologies spiels for when morning dawns.
But I don’t do that.
I inch forward.
Chase hesitates, then steps out of his crumpled jeans. He pulls his boxers all the way down, stepping out of those too. He’s completely bare before me, the scar on his leg slightly aglow, his massive length hanging heavy between his legs, fully hard.
I move another inch. Toward him. An invitation.
And he takes it.
In a flash, he’s on me. I’m lifted off the ground, my legs winding around his waist. Our lips crash together. His tongue dives inside, frenzied and alive, teeth clacking against mine, mouths moving and desperate. Need rips throughme in firelit waves. I clench my thighs around him, tugging his hair, scratching his neck. He lowers me to the bed, setting me down like I’m something he’s dreamed of a thousand times. His mouth breaks from mine only long enough to whisper against my skin, “Been waiting for this. For you.”
My breath shudders out as I peel away my tank top, but he slows me, helping me tug it over my head, his fingertips brushing lightly down my arms. Then he’s kissing me again, deeper now, need pulsing between us.
When he pushes my shorts down, it’s with care, intention. His lips trail lower, heat and attention in every press, until he’s between my thighs.
The first sweep of his tongue rips a cry from my chest. My hips jerk, but he anchors me, palms cradling my hips, grounding me while his mouth works me slow, then faster, chasing the sound of my pleasure. He groans into me, the vibration sparking through my veins, his eyes flicking up, locking on mine like he wants me to know I’m the only thing he’ll ever worship.
I soak his face with my need, his facial hair chafing my soft skin. He pulls me closer by the hips. Eats me out like a starved man.
I already feel it. Tingles climbing, euphoria blooming. He sucks my clit, sinks his tongue deeper. My body stiffens as I squeeze my breasts, spine bowing off the bed.
All my breath leaves me in a sharp gasp when the sensation hits.
Starlight blankets my vision, my body soaring, aglow, as waves of pleasure sweep through me in a violent, long-lasting shudder.
A high-pitched moan tears from my throat as my mouth hangs open, my ankles linked in a chokehold behind his upper back. Chase doesn’t stop. Keeps licking and sucking, feasting on me until the feeling fades and I collapse to the mattress, sapped and stunned.
I don’t have time to recover.
He army-crawls over me, hands tangling in my hair. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I taste myself, the musky, wet desire.
“Fuck, Annie,” he rasps, dragging his tongue down my jaw, nipping at my neck. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
His hand trails south, two fingers driving back into me, thrusting hard, the slippery sounds of my release filling the air.
I wrap my arms around his neck, still vibrating, tingling head to toe. “Chase…” His pulsing erection digs into my abdomen, spurring another moan. “What were you thinking about?”
The question falls out, impulsive.
He moves lower down my body, finding my breasts. Pushing them together with his hands, he flicks his tongue over each nipple, sucking, devouring. “This. You. Only ever you.”
Arousal soars back, drenching me. I hold his face to my chest, writhing beneath him as he draws new swells of pleasure out of me.
He leans back on his knees, eyes storm-dark, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting himself. But I don’t wait for him to guide me.
My palms slide down his thighs as I shift to a crouch in front of him. His cock hovers near my lips, thick and hard, veins roping beneath flushed skin. His eyelids flutter as his hand wraps around himself, precum slicking his fist. A low moan escapes him, ragged and raw.
“My turn,” I coax, curling my fingers over his wrist until he lets go. His eyes flare as I replace his hand with mine. Then my mouth is on him, taking him in deep.
“Christ—” The word clips off, replaced by a tapered moan. He buries his hands in my hair, watching as my mouth glides over him, pulling him deep, sucking and licking. “Holy fuck,” he pants out, tightening his hold on my hair. He watches for a minute with hooded eyes before his head tips backward. He guides me in and out, hands palming the back of my head, his parted legs trembling. “Jesus…not gonna last.”
