Just in case he thinks I’m after some reciprocation for what I did before, I quickly add, “I mean, only if you want to. But I was thinking about what you said before. About East Jersey… you only did it because you were trying to relax me. I know. But what if I let you try again because Iwantyou to? And… maybe… you might want to, too.”
Does he want to?
In one quick motion, he shoves the lighter into his pants pocket and withdraws his other hand from my panties. A kiss on my lips that’s both fleeting and claiming before Chase uses his hold on me to help guide me to the dirt.
I drop on my knees first, then my ass. He strokes the collar of Rory’s jacket, my cheek, the dip of my cleavage. I hear him suck in a breath before he licks his lips and orders me to: “Lie down, baby.”
The grass cushions my back as, just once, I decide to do what he says.
“Lift your ass.”
Can do, Chase.
With my boots on the earth and my ass in the air, he grabs my jeans and shimmies them down to my knees. My panties go next. He places his hands on my bare knees, testing to see how far he can spread them. Once he’s satisfied that there’s enough room between them for his broad shoulders, he puts his head in the gap and rests my heels on his back.
Then, without checking to see if I changed my mind, he dives in headfirst.
I have only a split second to wonder if I should’ve suggested freshening up as much as possible out in the woods before Chase’s moans of pleasure erase any shameful discomfort I have. After all, I wasn’t disgusted by his dick, and he seems to be addicted to my taste if the way he eats my pussy is any indication.
I fist the grass, pulling up blades at a time, letting them sprinkle to the dirt as he nuzzles my clit in between lapping at my entrance and licking my inner folds. He seems to know exactly what I like without me having to guide him, and when I’m on the verge of coming and he pulls away, placing my trembling legs flat on the ground, it hits me that he’s figured out my tells when I’m ready to climax.
He’s figured them out, and he’sstopped.
Talk about being a killer. If he doesn’t help me finish, leaving me on the edge like this… I’ll fucking kill him.
“Chase?” It’s a whimper. “What are you?—”
“I told you, baby. I want to see you fall apart.”
Before I can demand to know what that means—or tell him that he can watch from him position between my legs—he moves next to my hip, reaching for my cunt.
Two fingers slips inside. Another goes right to my clit. With a determined expression on his face, his eyes locked on my feverish expression, Chase fingerfucks me to completion.
My whimpers become moans become panted gasps as the orgasm slams into me. And, fuck it, maybe I do fall apart. He seems to enjoy me rasping out his name as my legs shake and my pussy tightens around his fingers, but when I lose my fucking mind and tell him that I needmore, his face goes slack.
Only for a moment, though. Then, with a calculating look that’s only partly twisted by an animalistic passion he can’t quite contain, he moves.
With his not-so-surprising strength, Chase flips me over so that I’m on my belly. I’m so boneless, I don’t even try to stop him as he arranges me so that my jeans are down near my ankles, my body pushed up on all fours as he climbs behind me.
I shudder as his hand lands on my ass cheek. He caresses my flesh even as he bows his body over me, pressing his chest to my back.
The blunt head of his cock nudges my inner thigh. He’s not trying to insert himself, not when I told him I wouldn’t fuck him, but it wouldn’t take much for an accidental slip, he’s that close.
“Let me in.” He drops a kiss to the nape of my neck. “You’re all I want. You’re all I fucking need. Let me show you. Let me in, baby. Just say yes.”
He’ll respect my no. I one hundred percent believe that. If I tell him “enough”, he’ll help me to my feet, guide my jeans back into place, and probably take the chance to steal a kiss of his own.
But if I change my mind…
Fuck me, but I want to change my mind. I want this. I wanthim. I want to forget who we are, where we are, and what tomorrow might bring… and, most of all, I want to experience that connection with him one last time.
That’s what I tell myself. This is it. This momentary insanity will be over with soon, but at least I’ll have tonight to remember.
I’ll have tonight to obsess over.
I’ll have?—
I lean back against him, part of me knowing that we would end up in this position from the moment I agreed to let him run me down. But, just because it was inevitable, that doesn’t mean I can’t win.
