Chapter Thirteen #3
His eyes lift from where they’d been roaming my body. His jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his damp hair, then lets out a groan that sounds like it costs him to say the words. “I never have sex without a condom.”
Good to know.
“Okay?”
He grimaces. “I don’t have any with me.”
“Bottom drawer,” I tell him, signaling to the bedside table.
His eyes light as if I’ve given him the best present I could have.
His happy demeanor is so expressive as he leans over to open the drawer.
I hear him shuffling around, and then he appears with my vibrator, which I have named Jason Momoa.
Chase is holding it in his hand as it wobbles back and forth.
I smirk with a shrug. “I’ve been single for a while, Chase.”
“It’s good to know you have one. Means we can get creative. Another time, though. This time I want you all to myself.” He throws Momoa back in the drawer with a thud, then he stands with a silver foil packet in his hand.
Chase’s eyes meet mine as I take in a deep breath. His large fingers loop into his briefs, and he slowly edges them down. My heart hammers in my chest in anticipation of finally seeing Chase naked. I have to admit, I’ve waited for this moment since the second I saw him.
He shuffles his briefs, and my eyes snap to his giant cock sitting proud against his stomach. He’s so hard. He’s thick and long, the veins bulging through his skin, and I can’t help but gasp at how fucking perfect he is.
He rips the foil packet with his teeth. Fuck, if that’s not the single most sexy thing I’ve ever seen Chase do.
Then his huge hand slides the condom over his thick length.
All the while, I’m panting for breath, watching the whole thing play out in front of me like some sort of strangely erotic cinema experience.
And it’s such a turn-on.
I want to sit forward and take him into my mouth, but I’m so worked up, I need to feel him inside of me. Now.
“I need you,” I whimper.
He shifts to the edge of the bed. “Fuck, Starlight, I need you, too.”
He yanks my legs abruptly, lifting them against his body.
What the hell has he got in store for me?
But I let him take charge.
“Do you trust me, Lyri?”
My heart hammers in my chest. “Yes.” It comes out as a breathy whisper.
“Then hold on tight.” He grips onto my ankles, then suddenly flips them, making my front flop over on the mattress. I let out a loud squeal, my ass on display for him as he pulls my legs apart, either side of him. He steps in and up, one hand smoothing out along my spine.
My breaths come short and sharp as I remember the words…
Do you trust me, Lyri?
I need to let go.
My fingers clench onto the bedsheets, and I push my ass back into him. I feel his hard cock press against my pussy.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat, dragging his fingers through my hair until he’s holding a firm handful. He tugs, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath hitch before my head tilts back. My knees planted on the bed for balance.
“Hold on, Lyri.” The way he says it, low and loaded, sends a full-body shiver racing down my spine. “Because once I’m inside you, I’m not holding back.”
The next second, his cock presses against me, thick and rock hard, and then he pushes in with a deep, steady thrust that stretches me open inch by glorious inch.
My breath catches in my throat, the fullness so intense my body tightens in reflex.
I jolt forward, but his grip in my hair holds me in place, keeping me right there—his.
“Fuck!” He groans, hips grinding as he settles fully inside. “You feel so damn good. So wet. So fucking tight.”
I can barely speak. The pressure of Chase filling me, the way he feels locked inside my body, is overwhelming. My hands fist the sheets, trying to anchor myself as my body adjusts.
“You’re taking me so well,” he mutters behind me, his tone a dark mix of awe and possessiveness. “Like your pussy’s been waiting for me. Just me.”
A low whimper escapes my throat, my body clenching in response, and he starts to move, dragging almost all the way out before sliding back in with a rolling thrust that makes me weak.
Each stroke is long, slow, and deliberate, as if he wants to make sure I feel everything.
My body trembles with every pass, with the delicious drag of his cock against every nerve ending I didn’t know I had.
“You love this, don’t you?” he rasps. “Being taken like this. So fucking deep.”
“Yes…” I gasp, voice barely audible. “I love it.”
“Say it louder.” He growls low, leaning over me, lips brushing my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love it,” I repeat, louder this time, as another thrust makes me moan uncontrollably. “God, Chase, I love the way you fuck me.”
That does something to him.
His rhythm shifts, rougher now, faster, pounding into me so hard my body slides roughly against the mattress.
But I don’t care.
I’m drunk on him.
On the sound of his skin slapping mine, on his gritted groans, on the rough, perfect stretch of every thrust.
“H-harder,” I manage to stammer, my voice broken by the force of my breathing.
He groans, a low, guttural sound that shoots straight to my core. “You want more?” His voice is wrecked, wrecking me right along with it. “You want me to fuck you so hard you’ll still be dripping for me tomorrow?”
I nod desperately, eyes clenching shut as my whole body tenses. “Yes. Chase, please,” I beg.
His hand moves from my hair to my hip, gripping tight as he starts slamming into me. It’s unrelenting now, fast and brutal and perfect. Each thrust drives deeper than the last, like he’s chasing something with every movement.
And I’m chasing it too.
My body coils, muscles drawing tight, the friction becoming too much, not enough, everything all at once. I feel it, building, tightening, pleasure swirling low in my belly, expanding with every thrust.
“God, you’re so close…” he grits, his breath ragged.
“I can feel it. You’re clenching so fucking tight, Lyri.
Come for me.” His fingers slide between my thighs, circling my clit in perfect sync with his thrusts, and it sends a wave of undeniable pleasure over me.
A strangled cry tears from my throat as the orgasm rips through me, my entire body spasming under the weight of it.
My legs shake, my arms give way, and my cheek presses into the sheets as I tremble, helpless and undone, my entire being shattering in waves of euphoria.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, still thrusting, his rhythm frantic now. “You’re squeezing me so tight. You are going to make me lose it.”
He doesn’t stop.
He thrusts harder.
Chasing his release.
His hand moves to my waist, pulling me back against him again and again. The new angle has him brushing that spot inside me, reigniting every damn nerve ending.
I’m not ready.
But my body doesn’t care.
Another orgasm builds fast, faster than the last.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I just feel.
“You gonna come again?” He rasps, the words punching out between ragged breaths. “You greedy little thing. You want it that bad?”
“Y-yes. Please… please, Chase.”
He snarls, the sound animalistic as his thrusts grow erratic. “Come with me. Come while I fuck every filthy thought you’ve ever had right into that sweet brain of yours.”
I cry out again, unable to stop it, as another orgasm crashes through me, ripping a hoarse scream from my dry throat as my body convulses around him. “Chase!”
“Fuuuck!” He swears loud and raw, before jerking forward one last time. His cock pulses deep inside as he groans through his climax, spilling into the condom, his grip on me brutal when he holds me in place.
We stay here, frozen in the aftershock, both of us panting like we just survived a goddamn war.
Eventually, he lowers me to the bed, his arms still wrapped around me, and rests against my back, his chest damp with sweat as he presses a soft, reverent kiss to my shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters into my skin, the gravel in his voice still thick with satisfaction.
I let out a breathless laugh, my body limp and buzzing, spent in the best way. “You got that right.”
Chase gently pulls himself off me and then spins me over, yanking me up the bed into a normal position. He falls to the mattress, pulling me to him, and I lay my head onto his chest, feeling the most relaxed I have in years. Resting in his arms, naked in the afterglow, has me on an almighty high.
That was the single most electrifying sexual experience of my life.
I stare at his chiseled chest, my finger running up and down his smooth torso, taking in this moment with him while his hand caresses my arm.
We’re in a comfortable calm.
A beautiful bliss.
Perfectly perfect.
He inhales deeply as if he’s smelling my hair, then he kisses the top of my head. “That was everything I expected and more.”
I peep up at him. “So, you’ve been thinking about this, then?”
“Don’t even pretend you haven’t, Starlight.”
I rest my head back down on his chest. “Mmm… I suppose you could say it crossed my mind once or twice.”
“So, do I get to keep my name?”
I glance up at him again. “Huh?”
A mischievous expression crosses his face. “Hallmark.”
I slap his chest. “Don’t you dare make your nickname into something dirty.”
He laughs, my body jostling with his movements. “Okay, okay… but still, I get to keep my nickname, right?”
I groan. “Oh God…” I murmur under my breath. “Yes, Chase, you’ll always be my Hallmark hero.”
His hand runs up and down my arm in a tender caress. “Your Hallmark hero?”
My eyes meet his. “My Hallmark hero.”
“My Starlight.” Chase leans down, pressing a light kiss to the tip of my nose when my stomach lets out a loud rumble, and he immediately pulls back. “Right. It’s probably cold, but cold Chinese food is the best Chinese food.”
I scrunch up my face. “No, it isn’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right. No, it isn’t. But you’re hungry, so let’s go eat.
” He sits abruptly, his back to me as I hear him removing the condom.
He throws it to the trash can by his side of the bed and then stands, pulling me with him off the bed.
I let out an “oomph” at his sudden movement.
Chase grabs his briefs, then slides them on, while I pick up his white shirt, pulling it around me, doing up a couple of the buttons, and rolling up the sleeves.
No underwear, just to keep him on edge as we walk hand in hand out to the living room.
He walks a step behind me. I look back over my shoulder to see him watching my bare ass, which is only just poking out from under his shirt, and I hear a low rumble from his chest.
I don’t know if we’re even going to make it into the living room at this rate.
A sudden slap to my ass has me bouncing on my toes, and I giggle, running off toward the room.
He follows as I reach for the takeout and walk with it through to the kitchen.
As I pass Polly, he’s fast asleep, his little head turned right around and planted firmly into his green feathers.
I smile warmly as I pull out the containers from the takeout bag and make my way to the microwave. Chase watches my every move.
I waggle my ass a little as I reach up, placing the containers inside the machine.
Another low growl erupts from Chase’s chest as my shirt rides up, showing my peach-shaped ass off to him.
He steps in behind me, his hands caressing my cheeks.
I giggle as his lips suck against my neck, and I close the microwave door.
“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, pressing the button for a three-minute timer.
Chase’s smooth hands tenderly massage my skin, and it has tingles shooting to places that need a definite rest. But I can’t help myself as I turn in his grip, my fingers looping in his hair.
“I’m only insatiable because you’re here with no panties, flaunting that delectable ass of yours in front of me. I mean, what’s a man to do?”
I snort out a laugh. “You’re meant to keep those talented hands to yourself, mister.”
“Okay…” He tilts his head as his hands leave my ass and slide up my back instead. “I’ll stop playing if you do one thing.”
“Mm-hmm… what’s that?” I ask.
“Kiss me.”
I grin and lean in, pressing my mouth to his. My lips tingle and pop with the energy of the moment as his hands hold my back firmly. My tongue dances with his when I kiss him as if I mean it.
Chase pushes me against the counter, and I moan into his mouth as the kiss becomes more heated. His hands move along on my body once more, making their way to their destination.
Ding.
The microwave beeps, telling us our dinner’s ready.
I giggle into his mouth and slowly pull away. “We can’t let it go cold again, now can we?”
Chase groans, stepping back, subtly rearranging his cock. “Are you sure? I think we can.”
I burst out laughing, pushing him away from me, and turn back to the microwave, grabbing our food. “C’mon, let’s eat.”
He smiles as we make our way back out to the living room, noticing Polly is now wide awake when we walk past him. The smell of the food or our antics must have woken him.
Falling to the sofa, we cuddle into each other as Chase retrieves the packet of fortune cookies.
I glance over at him as he crunches on a cookie to break it, then he unwraps the piece of paper curled up inside the cookie and sits back against the sofa, reading his fortune. “The greatest risk is not taking one.” He widens his eyes like that’s more poignant than ever for him right now.
But that kind of hits home for me too.
Chase is a risk for me.
A risk I have to take.
“That’s a good one,” I tell him, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.
He smiles as I hear flapping. I turn to see Polly fly in, and he lands on the edge of the sofa next to Chase.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Rawrr… feed me,” Polly squawks.
Chase turns to me for an answer.
“See if he likes the cookie,” I reply.
Chase hands Polly a piece of a fortune cookie. Polly takes it in his claw and starts munching on it, leaving little crumbs all over the arm of the sofa. I’m not entirely sure Polly’s actually eating any of it.
Chase grabs his chopsticks as Polly jumps on his shoulder happily. “Look at us being one happy little family,” Chase announces.
I wonder if this could be our new normal.
Can we actually be a happy little family?
Me, Chase, and Polly?
Right now, I’m starting to think so, and it feels really good.
All I can hope is that it stays this way because now that I have had a taste of something so freaking amazing, I don’t want anything to come between us or jeopardize it.
Is it worth the risk?
Only time will tell.