Chapter 32
Maryellen
Even though talking should have been paramount, other things took precedence. Chase held on to me as he walked me backwards further into his apartment. As he did, our clothes came off piece by piece.
Shoes were tossed aside. His hands lifted my shirt as he muttered in my ear for me to lift my arms. My feet stumbled as I did, and his strong arms steadied me as our steps got back in sync.
He threw my shirt to the floor as my hands inched the cotton of his up his rippled torso.
Once my fingers were against his bare chest, he expertly reached behind me to unclasp my bra.
He slid the straps from my shoulders, my breasts exposed to the chilled air.
That was when my backside slammed against the cold slab of the kitchen island.
All that remained were our pants.
“I’m sorry,” I kept muttering against his chest. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”
His hands cradled my cheeks as he looked deeply into my eyes. “It’s OK, babe. I’m happy you came back to me, that’s all that matters.”
His kiss was strong as he held my face. Our lips and tongues danced between us, battling to confirm what we had was true and real.
He went to his knees, pushing the loose pants I wore to the floor. As I stepped out of them, he wrapped his hands around my ass and lifted me onto the counter.
“Fuck,” he said as he spread my knees and pulled me against his body. “You look fucking amazing on my kitchen island.”
His hands ran up my legs, from my knees to my inner thighs, resting along the edge of my panties.
“It’s time for these to come off now, too.”
He looped his fingers around the strings at my hips and tugged gently. I lifted my ass from the stone as he slid them under me. Once I was fully naked, he stepped back and admired me with a hum of approval.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said.
His fingers trailed up my sides, tracing the outer edge of each breast. He cupped them in his hands, pushing them together, just as he lowered his head and his lips covered a pebbled nipple. Sucking it deep into his mouth, my head fell back in complete ecstasy.
Leaning back on my arms, I pushed myself against the hardness still inside Chase’s jeans. With my breast still in his mouth, he undid his pants and stepped out of them. I reached inside his boxers, unveiling his hard dick, eager to feel the silky skin.
Suddenly, his mouth abandoned my breast as he widened my legs and dove between them. Losing the grip on his cock, my hands went to his head, holding him in place as his mouth found my clit and clamped on.
As he pulled my clit deep into his mouth, his fingers slid along the wet folds of my pussy. I felt him push a finger, or two, inside me. He pushed them in deep, then angled them up in a way that had my toes curling.
“Fuck!” I called out. “Oh my God, Chase. What the fuck?”
He pulled his mouth from me slightly. “You like that?” He did whatever it was with his fingers again. He returned to my clit, pulling it deeper into his mouth as his fingers worked their magic deep inside me.
My body raced to that summit, and I was about to plunge over the top. My legs crushed his head between them. The room spun as I gripped his hair, holding him against me as I crashed over the edge. My thighs shook against his cheeks as my orgasm ripped through my entire body.
Once my muscles began to relax, my legs pulled away from Chase. His devilish eyes peered up as he lapped at me, licking every inch of my pussy from top to bottom.
“You taste amazing,” he whispered against me. “I love that I’m the one who gets to do that to you. Who gets to make you feel good.”
Standing, he pushed his still hard cock against my slick pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Right here,” he said. “Lay back.”
He helped me recline on the stone surface and slid me closer to him, holding my legs off the edge of the counter.
“Wrap your feet around me,” he said.
One hand went under my ass, holding me up, while the other gripped his dick. He rubbed it along me, getting his tip wet and ready. He teased my entrance, dipping it in slightly then pulling it out again.
I whined.
“You want to get fucked?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then beg me.”
My eyes went wide. But then I realized it made me even wetter.
“Fuck me, Chase, please.”
He wasted no time. He lined his dick up with my opening, gripped both my hips, and plunged deep inside as his head fell back with a grunt.
And he didn’t stop. He drove himself in and out of me repeatedly. His pace was fierce, as if he needed to stake his claim with me, and in me.
I slid along the slick counter, offering no resistance. My body was connected to his, we were one as we moved together.
His head fell to my shoulder as he slowed his pace. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Then I felt his hand leave my side and reach for something nearby. I heard the clink of a glass.
Suddenly, dangling next to me was one of his huge square ice cubes he reserved for his bourbon.
My eyes focused on the water gathering along the sides of the clear crystal. In the heat of his hand, the drips happened quicker against the counter. An impish smile took over his face as he peered down at me. He teased me by bringing the ice over my breast as I watched the drip forming.
It was like slow motion as it slid down the side of the square of ice. As it fell, the anticipation of it hitting me had me clenching my pussy while his dick was still inside. He pushed it in further, acknowledging the sensation just as the drop landed on my taut nipple.
My eyes went wide with the sensation. The water dripped down the side of my right breast as he moved his hand over my left one. The nipple was already hard, knowing what was coming. When the ice-cold trickle hit its target, my pussy tightened again.
“Fuck,” Chase mumbled. He moved in and out of me slowly, enhancing the quivers throughout my entire body.
Bending forward, his warm mouth landed on my breast, the contrast intense. Just as quickly, he pulled back and stared down with a playful eye. His hand lowered the cube between us, the icy water running along my stomach. My back arched at the sensation, pushing against his dick as I did.
But then he held the ice over where we were connected. With his other hand, he reached between us and opened me up so my clit was exposed.
The icy trickle landed on my sensitive nub. My entire body tensed, squeezing him as I held on.
He threw the ice to the floor, the crash of it hitting the tile echoing against the walls, as he plunged into me once again.
His tempo increased as he pounded into me.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the bones as he held on.
My clit begged for more, as my hand went between us, rubbing and pulling, bringing me closer to my climax.
Chase liked that.
“Fuck!” he moaned. “I’m gonna come, Mare!”
The release hit hard and our bodies surrendered.
Chase stilled over me, his chin close to his chest in exhaustion. As he lifted his head, there was an inferno in his eyes and a sultry smile across his lips.
“You are fucking amazing, you know that?” His hands rubbed along my legs and stomach as he gently pulled himself from me. “Stay put.”
He pushed me further back onto the island so I wouldn’t fall off. I heard a drawer open and then the water running at the sink. Suddenly, a warm towel was wiping me clean.
Looking at him as he tended to me, my heart swelled. There was love in every tender touch as he took care of me. There never should have been a question in my mind about him, or us.
“Chase,” I said, as he finished cleaning me and himself. “I love you. So much.”
Turning to me, he pulled me to sitting and hugged me to him.
“Good,” he said. “Because I love you, too.”
He lowered me to the floor on shaky feet and guided me to the stairs. We made our way up to his bedroom and climbed under the covers of his bed.
He held me as we lay in each other’s arms. My fingers went to his tattoo, outlining the musical notes with my nail.
“That’s the first chord of a song called ‘Susanna.’ It’s not by anyone truly famous, but my mom loved that there was a song for her by someone. She used to play it all the time.”
My heart broke for him. Knowing he had so much love for someone who walked out on him.
Like I had just done.
I whispered my apology again.
“I never wanted to make you feel abandoned, Chase. I’m sorry if I did.”
“It’s OK, Mare. I knew you needed time to think. I’m asking a lot of you.”
It was time for us to talk.
I explained why I left, and ultimately why I came back.
How I almost reached out to Evie but realized he and I needed to make this decision.
He stroked my cheek, wiping the last remnants of tears away.
“Look at us, being in a relationship, doing real relationship stuff,” he said, then laughed.
He was right. Even though it was still scary and hard.
“But, Mare. You shouldn’t feel like you can’t talk to the people in your life, other than me, about this.
I think you should. Get their perspective.
Maybe they’ll think of something neither of us have.
” He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone.
“Call Evie. Talk to her. Maybe she’ll be the one who convinces you to go with me, ya never know. ”
His wicked smile made me laugh. And he wasn’t wrong. She probably would try to do exactly that.
I took my phone from him and pulled up her number.
“I’m gonna go in the studio and practice. Give you some privacy. Come get me when you’re done, OK?”
He kissed me gently on the lips and walked out of the room, leaving me alone to decide our future.
The phone rang twice before she picked up.
“To what am I owed the honor of a call?” Evie asked through the line.
“Hey,” I answered. By that one word, she knew.
“What’s wrong? What did he do?”
There were muffled sounds on the other end as she spoke to someone else with her.