Chapter 10 Chase
Chase
Iheld her against me and waited for her answer, getting lost in the feel of her body. Even in the loose sweats and T-shirt, she was sexy as hell. Her hair was down, which was rare for me to see. I moved the hair from her shoulder, to gain access to her neck, and her scent filled the air.
Everything about her intoxicated me.
Her scent, something woodsy with a hint of something floral.
The feel of her skin was velvet against my fingers.
The fall of her silken hair down her back.
Her body. There was so much about this body. The curve of her waist into her hips, the swell of her breasts, the fullness of her ass in my hands, the delicacy of her shoulders.
“Chase…” she whispered against my chest.
I reached for her face, holding it in my hands. Our eyes connected, her desire easy to read.
“Mare, let’s not talk anymore.” My mouth found hers again, our lips touching gently. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I walked away earlier today. Let’s forget everything keeping us apart just for a while.”
“But…” she said. Then she stopped talking.
My finger landed on her plump lips. Her blue doe-like eyes stared up at me under her long lashes as I pushed my finger between her lips.
Her tongue swirled around my finger, sucking on it.
My other hand slowly lifted the hem of her shirt, making sure she was on board.
She pulled away, my thumb dropping from her mouth, as her hands crossed in front of her, lifting the white cotton over her head.
I stood back to get a better view. Her long locks fell to her breasts, the hair almost reaching the tips.
The cool air of the room caused her skin to tighten and bumps to rise, her nipples hardening.
I moved her hair behind her shoulders, my fingers trailing against the skin of her collarbone as I did.
Her head fell back and her eyes closed as my touch lingered on her skin, moving to cup her breast. As my hand massaged her breast, my thumb grazed her pebbled nipple.
She gripped my shirt, twisting it in her hands as my fingers pinched the hardened nub.
Tiny moans emerged from deep in her throat, sounds that made my dick twitch and swell in my pants.
Maryellen’s hands reached for the band of my jeans, fumbling with both the button and the zipper.
I resorted to taking off my jeans while she pushed her sweats to the floor.
After I dragged my sweater over my head, the sight in front of me was mind-boggling.
The black lace thong she wore curved around her hip bones, accentuating her thighs.
I loved that her shape was full, not scrawny or too thin.
She gave me something to hold on to.
And I wanted to hold on to all of it.
My hands went around her body, feeling the cool skin of her ass as I held her against me. I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We were nose to nose as I walked us to her bed.
“I love the feel of you in my arms,” I told her. “Your skin is magical.”
Her smile lit up her face.
As my knees hit the mattress, I gently lowered her to the bed, laying myself next to her at the same time. She was a goddess as her hair splayed out beneath her and her skin glistened in the dim light. I twisted a golden lock between my fingers.
“I don’t get to see you in your natural state often enough.”
She giggled. And the sound was music.
“As beautiful as you are dressed for work, nothing compares to you like this. I don’t even mean naked, although, yeah, you’re fucking hot. But when you opened the door and I first saw you in your sweats, with no makeup and your hair down. Christ, Mare, you took my breath away.”
I stroked her cheek, emphasizing my words.
“You are a rare breed. You are even more beautiful without makeup, if that’s even possible.”
“Where did this wordsmith come from?” she joked with a furrowed brow while blushing a pale shade of pink.
“I know, right?” I laughed softly. “It’s easy with you.”
The mood shifted. The words stopped as we continued gazing into each other’s eyes. Her hand went to my chest, then down to my torso, a finger lazily tracing the outline of my muscles. A simple touch like that had me gritting my teeth, trying to hold back on what I truly wanted to do.
Instead, I lowered my mouth to her breast, gently taking the peaked nipple between my lips.
Her back arched and her hands gripped my head as I pulled her nipple deep into my mouth.
As I swirled the hard nub with my tongue, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, tighter.
My hand gripped her other breast, squeezing it harder than I should, my mouth shifting back and forth from nipple to nipple.
The tiny sounds coming from deep in her throat confirmed she enjoyed what I was doing.
But I needed more.
I wanted more for her.
I lifted myself above her, admiring her naked body. Her crystal blue eyes slid open and seductively peered up, enticing me.
“How would you like me to make you come, princess? With my hands or my mouth?”
The deep, gravelly sound that she emitted as she reached for the band of my boxers took me by surprise. She slid her hands under the elastic, onto the contour of my ass, and pushed them down my legs. I stood to step out of them just as she reached for her thong.
“Don’t,” I told her, and her hands froze. “Let me.”
My fingertips started under her breasts and inched their way down her sides, gripping her hip bones.
I lowered my mouth to her silken skin, dotting her stomach with kisses until I reached the top seam of her panties.
Using my teeth, I pulled the thong down slowly.
Her hands gripped my hair, encouraging me.
As I dragged the lace down her thighs, she lifted her ass, giving me the permission I didn’t know I needed.
When she did, her mounded pussy lifted toward me, teasing me, taunting me.
Fuck this tease with my teeth, I needed to get to her. I pushed her panties off with my hands as quickly as I could and spread her legs wide. Her knees fell to the bed giving me full access. I knelt there, peering up as she looked down.
She was so gorgeous.
So perfect.
The lyrics of a song for her wrote themselves in my head.
My one hand trailed up the inside of her thigh as the other went to the soft lips of her pussy.
My finger started at the top, slowly making its way to the bottom, the velvet skin slick under my touch.
Spreading her pussy apart, I put the tip of my thumb inside her, pushing it slowly in as her back arched off the bed.
Her hands gripped the blanket beneath her as my finger delved deep inside her.
“Since you never gave me your decision, I’ve decided for you,” I told her.
She glanced at me, curiosity pinching across her forehead.
“It’s gonna be both, beautiful.”
I dove into her, my mouth attaching to her clit as my thumb pushed deeper into her core. The howl that came from her was a combination of surprise, pleasure, and ecstasy. It propelled me to keep going.
My tongue twirled around the hard nub of nerves as my thumb plunged in and out of her.
Then I took her clit between my lips, pulling it tight and sucking it into my mouth.
Her hips rose from the bed, forcing me to push her down, to keep her in place.
I knew it was intense, so I withdrew, my tongue barely touching the tip.
The small sounds coming from her told me she wanted more. I had her teetering on the edge.
“Oh my God, Chase,” she cried out.
I could feel the walls of her pussy clamping against me. Things were starting, and I wanted to keep them going.
I pulled my thumb from her, and her eyes went wide in disappointment.
When I immediately replaced it with two, then three, of my fingers, she settled against the mattress.
The pumping motion, me fucking her with my hand, had my dick swollen under me.
The feel of it rubbing against the bed would have to be enough for now.
My mouth eagerly returned to her pussy as my fingers remained inside her.
Once my lips circled her clit and my tongue got back to work, I felt the change in her body beneath me.
She tensed as she tossed her head from side to side.
Her hands grappled for my head, clutching the tendrils of my hair, while pinning me against her pussy.
Her thighs pushed tight against the sides of my face as the orgasm started.
I made sure to keep my fingers moving, my pace steady.
My lips and tongue sucked and swirled around her sweet clit.
The sounds she emitted were sexy as hell and increased in intensity as my mouth continued working, knowing she was getting closer.
Her body clenched against me even tighter as she clamped my head between her thighs.
She tried to pull my mouth from her, but I held on, making the orgasm last even longer.
As her trembling slowed, I pulled my lips from her soft skin.
Lifting myself to my knees, I began a slow withdrawal of my fingers all while watching her.
It was a turn-on to see her in this state.
Her hair thrown across the pillow as her arm went across her forehead.
Her breathing ragged.
Satiated.
Content.
She dropped her arm from her face and gave me a shy smile. As she did, knowing she was watching, I took my fingers, still wet with her, and put them in my mouth. Once I licked them clean, I fell against the bed next to her, my face close to hers.
“You’re beautiful, especially once I’ve made you come,” I said.
She giggled. She turned onto her side and wrapped her hands around my body, pulling us closer together. Once she did, she reached between us, fumbling to get ahold of my dick. But I reached down to slip her hand away.
Her brows drew together.
“It’s OK,” I said. “Tonight was about you.”
Even though my dick was throbbing, and as soon as I had the chance, I’d be rubbing one out to the thought of her mouth around it and sucking me off. But this was always my plan for tonight. Take care of her and only take care of her.
“Chase,” she said, with a full-on protest in her voice. “What are you talking about?”
She started sitting up to argue. I gently kept her down and pulled the throw from the foot of the bed over us. She cuddled into the crook of my arm with her head against my shoulder.
“Mare, this was about you tonight. I need you to know that I’m completely serious about wanting to make this work and that I’m not in it for the wrong reasons. I can go a night without sex if it means we can try and make this work.”
She laughed out loud.
“A night,” she said. “One night without sex.” Her fingernail drew random designs across my chest as she continued to chuckle. Her attention moved to the tattoo on the inside of my bicep. It has always intrigued her.
“You know what I mean,” I said. But I wasn’t sure if she did. My intention was to be with her, and her alone, going forward. It was a commitment I’d decided on when I went to the flower shop earlier.
She didn’t respond, but I felt a small nod against my chest. She was quiet for a while, still lazily rubbing the lines of my tattoo.
“Will you ever tell me what this is?” she asked.
Looking down at the musical notes on my skin, I knew I would, one day.
“Maybe. What are you thinking?”
“Are you sure you want me to answer that?”
I wasn’t sure. This might be new to me, talking about things, but this was what a relationship was.
Her wide eyes made me second-guess moving forward with this conversation. And as soon as I looked at her, she turned away.
When she decided to tell me her answer, though, her words crushed me.
“Chase, I’m not sure what’s changed. And that makes me feel…dirty right now.”
I froze. I couldn’t even breathe.
I slid onto my side, putting us face to face.
“Mare, there is nothing dirty about you or what we did. Listen, I don’t have all the answers, I won’t pretend to either.
What I do know is that we’re good together.
I think we’re worth trying to figure this out.
Gage is not a monster, I really do think he’d be on board once he saw how happy we are… or could be.”
My fingers tried to stroke the worry lines away from under her eyes, but to no avail. She flopped onto her back, her arm covering her eyes. Then she sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees, the uneasiness evident in the slope of her shoulders.
“Chase.” She turned to look at me as she rested her cheek on her bent knees. “I wish I could feel comfortable with that, I just don’t.”
I rubbed the soft skin of her back as she sat looking at me, waiting for my response. My initial reaction was to tell her she was being ridiculous.
I knew I needed to tread lightly and give her space for her emotions this time. It didn’t end the way I wanted last time.
“Come here.” I pulled her against me, and this time she didn’t fight it. “I’m not going to keep pushing. I’ll let this happen as it comes. All I know is that when we’re together, we’re happy. Not just me, us. We are both happy, and you can’t deny that.”
She nodded, it was reluctant, but she did.
The quiet of the room lulled us into a connected solitude as we held one another. The tick of the clock seemed in rhythm with her heart. Her breathing evened out, and I was certain she’d fallen asleep. I gave it a few more minutes before trying to lift her off my shoulder.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was groggy with sleep.
“I’m heading home.”
She pulled on my arm as I attempted to rise from the bed.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
She was full of mixed messages tonight.
“Stay, Chase. It’s late, just stay.”
The giddy feeling it gave me, and the hope as well, from this overnight invite scared me. I didn’t want to get too excited about what it could mean.
But it was hard not to.