42. Chase
FORTY-TWO
CHASE
The blood still hasn’t redistributed to all my limbs. The second I kick the door shut, Goldi is on me again, shoving her tongue in my mouth and rubbing herself on my dick. I stumble my way to the kitchen, setting her on the island that overlooks the living room. My hands grip her thighs and my body is between her legs, lost in her taste. I just came down her throat, and somehow I’m hard again.
I break my lips away. “I really do have dessert for us.”
My eyes are drawn to her tits as they rise and fall with her heavy breaths. I want to tear her shirt off and see how long it takes to make her come from sucking her nipples. Fuck. Keep it together.
“Do you want dessert? Chocolate. It’s chocolate. Cake,” I stutter.
Her hand slides up my torso until she wraps it around my neck, tugging my face to hers. Our lips brush. “I kind of had somethin’ else in mind.”
She nips my bottom lip and pulls away, but I grip her face in my hands and bring her back. She tastes so good.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I manage to ask in between kisses.
Her skirt is bunched around her hips, and she presses herself against me, looking at me from under her lashes. “This is somethin’ that’s a bit better if demonstrated.”
My heart slams against my rib cage.
I lift her from the counter, wrapping her legs around my waist, my cock hard and thick against her. She starts sucking on my neck and holy shit , I need to get us to a bedroom—any bedroom, as fast as possible. I briefly think about throwing her against the wall and fucking her in the hallway, but I don’t want that for our first time. My legs move fast, rushing us into my room. I drop her to the bed, my body covering hers. Immediately she starts grinding against me. She’s aggressive as hell, and while it’s the biggest turn-on of my life, I want to slow this down.
Savor her.
Take my time.
Commit every touch to memory.
I unwrap her arms from around me and stand, gazing down at her in awe. My stomach somersaults, my nerves lighting up. I’ve been waiting to have her like this for so long. So fucking long.
Her leg extends, trying to wrap around my waist and pull me back.
I grab her ankle in my hand and kiss her silky skin. “Slow down, baby. We have all night.” I skim my hand up her calf. My lips follow, peppering kisses up her leg. On the inside of her knee. Her inner thigh. What she’s giving me is a fucking gift—to have the chance to love her body as much as I love her soul.
She whimpers and fidgets and I lock my forearm against her stomach to keep her in place. My lips hit her skirt. I take the hem and drag it up with my teeth, putting her lace-covered pussy on display.
Delicious.
She shivers as I unbutton her blouse. Slowly. Methodically. After every button pops, I kiss the skin underneath because I want to worship every perfect inch of her.
Her shirt falls open, and I stop to drink her in. Her tits are fucking amazing, showcased in a red lace bra that matches her underwear, and I’m dying to know if her nipples are hard underneath. I kiss along the waistband of her skirt, grabbing it with my fingers and pulling it down. She lifts her hips to help. She tastes so. Fucking. Good.
I pull the cups of her bra, exposing her for my pleasure. My tongue peeks out, circling her areola, then sucking, until I feel it stiffen in my mouth. She moans and pushes into my cock. I have never wanted to be inside someone as bad as I want to be deep inside her.
Her hands reach down, unbuckling my belt. She fumbles, so I help, unzipping my pants, and shoving them off. My mouth never leaves her breast. I just lick my way over to work on her other nipple.
She wraps her fingers around my dick, over my boxers, and God , her hand feels better than any pussy I’ve ever had. She slides her palm up and down slowly, the fabric creating friction that has my cock weeping for more. There’s a wet spot forming on the fabric and I know if she doesn’t stop, this will be over before it really begins.
“Chase…” she begs.
I hum, my hand reaching down to press against her clit. She’s drenching my fingers, even through her underwear.
Her breath blows against my ear, sending a shiver through my body. “Chase,” she whispers. “I want you to fuck me.”
My entire body spasms. Hearing Goldi say fuck is one of the most erotic moments of my life.
She grips my cock harder, massaging me so damn good. “I need to feel you…please.”
I rest my forehead on her chest, trying to control the heat building in my groin. “ Jesus. Okay, let me grab a condom.”
Her hand pauses. “I don’t—I don’t want you to use one.”
My heart stammers, my stomach flipping. I’ve never fucked without one before, and the thought of feeling her bare has my cock pulsing.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m on birth control and I’ve never… I’ve never done it without one. I don’t want there to be anything between us.” Pink rises on her cheeks.
Her words undo me. I slide her panties down her legs, her pussy bare and on display. Beautiful. I eat her up with my gaze. She’s naked from the waist down, her blouse splayed open and the cups of her bra bunched under her breasts. Her cheeks are rosy, her honey hair contrasting against the black of my bedspread, making her look like an angel. My angel.
Mine.
She leans on her elbows, watching me watch her. My hands glide up her arms, slipping underneath her blouse, sliding it down her shoulders. I trail kisses along her neck, nipping her earlobe as I undo her bra. It falls from her body and I’m drunk on the view. The outside is just as beautiful as her inside.
I push her up the bed, crawling over her. She pulls my boxers down and I rip my shirt over my head.
Now it’s Goldi who stares. She licks her lips, a possessive gleam filtering through her eyes. That’s right, baby. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine. She grabs my cock and pulls me against her until the length of me is pressed along the heat of her pussy. I glance down at where we’re touching and thrust forward, dragging every inch through her pussy lips until my tip grazes her clit. She gasps, and I bite my lip.
I repeat the motion, groaning as her wetness coats me, and then I move my hips back, pulling away from her warmth, and line myself up at her entrance. I pause, my breath stuttering in my lungs. I want to remember this moment forever.
“Chase, please,” she begs again.
I hold her eyes with mine as I move forward, slipping inside her slowly. Inch by inch. She’s hot and tight and wet as fuck, and goddamn , I can’t believe this is happening. Her pussy clenches and my body reacts, sinking into her fully. I’m deep. So. Fucking. Deep. The threads of our connection light me up, zinging through every nerve ending, and I’ve never felt anything like this.
Goldi closes her eyes, turning her head to moan into the sheets.
My hand reaches up to grip her chin. “No, baby. Look at me.”
I pull my hips back until just my tip is inside her.
She opens her eyes and I plunge deep and hard, making sure she feels every inch of me. I work up a rhythm. Long, deep strokes. Her pussy hugs my shaft on every thrust, and she moans, her muscles clenching again as the burn of arousal licks at my insides.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, grinding against her clit.
“Yes, oh my God . Chase…I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
I lean down to suck her neck, needing her taste in my mouth—wanting her to consume all of my senses. She pushes on my chest and she tries to turn us. I go willingly, turned the fuck on that she wants to take control.
Leaning back on my elbows, I watch as she positions herself over me, straddling my thighs. My eyes devour her, committing every second of this to memory so I can replay it whenever I want.
My breath is heavy from exertion and my gaze is glued to where she’s sinking her pretty pussy down on me. Inch by agonizing inch, her tight cunt swallows my length. I fist my sheets to keep from thrusting up into her. I want to see what she does when she’s in control. The view of her on top drives me insane, with her perfect tits and those parted lips that suck me so damn good.
She lowers all the way down until she’s sitting in my lap. Her hips rotate. A tingle races through me.
She grinds down. My hands shoot to her hips.
“That’s right, baby. Ride my cock. Take what you need.”
Her hand traces along her stomach until she’s cupping her tit as she rises up and then slams back down, over and over again. Her other hand tangles in her hair, gripping it tight as she rides me. Holy fuck. I wish I could take a picture because this is by far the sexiest sight of my life.
“Shit, Goldi. You need to stop.”
She shakes her head, grinding on me faster. Every muscle in my body tightens, and I grab her hips, trying to slow her down. She doesn’t, instead she fucking squeezes around me and I let out a moan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Fuck.
She smirks and does it again.
My grip becomes tighter as I flip her over, grabbing her wrists in my hand and pinning them above her head.
She inhales sharply, surprised by the sudden change in position.
“My turn.” I grin down at her and thrust hard.
The slight sheen of sweat makes our bodies slick against each other as we move in tandem. Our lips are so close we’re breathing the same air, and it heightens fucking everything.
She breathes out, I breathe in.
I wonder if she can taste how much I need her.
My hips drive into her steadily and hers rise underneath to meet me. My teeth graze her mouth, her chin, her neck, her breast. Anywhere I can reach. I’m fucking wild for her.
“Are you gonna give it to me, baby?” Our mouths brush. “I want to feel you come all over me.”
She arches into me, closing her eyes as her body convulses, her inner walls gripping me tight as hell, contracting around me. The sensation envelops me, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open as the pleasure threatens to take me under. I want to see every second of her coming apart for me. Because of me. With me.
My balls draw up as my orgasm prickles. “Goddamn.”
Goldi opens her eyes. “Come inside me.”
My orgasm scorches through me, frying every nerve ending and making my vision go white. I push as deep as I can go, my cock jerking as I coat the inside of her.
Holy shit.
I collapse on top of her, my hair sticking to my forehead and my chest heaving. Goldi traces her fingers up and down my back. Aftershocks run through me, making my body jump from her touch.
It could be seconds or it could be minutes later, but I finally roll off her.
She laughs.
I turn my head. “Something funny?”
“I just…that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I wouldn’t have wasted all those years if I had known I was missin’ out on that .”
Leaning over, I brush my mouth against hers. “Well, guess we have a lot of time to make up for. But you know I still think we should talk about what happened earlier.”
Her body stiffens but I don’t let her pull away. “I know it’s hard, but it’s important. Trust when I tell you I learned that the hard way. So when you want to forget for a while, I’m here with you, baby. I’ll be that for you. But you have to promise you’ll let me be there for all the other things, too, yeah?”
She’s silent for long moments, but then she blows out a shaky breath and kisses me again. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Goldi?” I say.
“Hmm?” She rubs her nose against mine.
“You’re the best everything . You know that, don’t you? That I…” I shake my head, my hand gliding down her back and pulling her into me. “You’re just everything.”
A bright, beaming smile breaks across her face and her eyes sparkle as she reaches up, cupping my cheek.
“Yeah, Boy Scout. You’re everything to me, too.”