Chapter Fourteen #2
He shuffles out of his briefs, leaving himself completely naked.
Chase is the perfect specimen of a man, raw, powerful, and sculpted to ruin my self-control.
His hands slide to my jeans and undo the button.
I sit up a little so he can slide them down and over my legs.
My clit’s already throbbing with need as he moves closer, his eyes hooded while his fingers trace the edges of my panties.
I know he’s going to make good on his promise.
I love these panties, but the thought of him tearing them off me far outweighs the need for me to keep them.
He leans in. His lips smash against mine. There’s no time for gentle moves or politeness here. He’s taking what he wants, and I’m willing to let him have it. He kisses me intensely, his tongue colliding with mine and with such need, with such want that he has a commanding hold over me.
One hand slides up my stomach to my breast, kneading it, pinching my nipple between his fingers.
I moan into his mouth as the feelings overtake my body.
His other hand slides in between my legs, then inside my panties.
Chase’s finger pushes against my clit, and then he circles, sliding up and down, working me up for him.
My hips roll, chasing the friction only he can give.
His fingers work like magic, and I’m already addicted, hooked on every touch.
I moan into his mouth, the pressure building fast, sharp, and wild.
My panties cling tight, forcing his hand flush against my pussy, and the heat that bursts through me is instant, pulsing, and impossible to ignore.
The feeling is almost too much. Like I’ve stepped off a ledge and I’m hovering mid-air, breath caught, waiting for the fall.
One of Chase’s hands cups and kneads my breast, his thumb teasing my hardened nipple through the lace while the other works my clit in tight, merciless circles.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already shaking for me,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire.
My chest heaves, breath shallow, heart racing. His fingers press, circle, rotate, then repeat, with purpose and precision. A punishingly good rhythm. I gasp, tearing my lips from his as my head falls back, desperate for air.
Chase doesn’t miss a beat. His mouth drops to my throat, nipping at the delicate skin, then moving to my collarbone, where he bites just enough to make me hiss in pleasure. His tongue soothes the sting, dragging across the reddened skin like he owns every inch of me.
My body trembles, desperate for him. “God, Chase,” I whimper, my voice half broken, half pleading.
“That’s it, baby, moan for me. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he growls out the words before he nips at my ear.
Then he slips two fingers deep inside me with no warning, hitting the perfect spot like he’s mapped me out.
White-knuckling the basin to keep myself upright, his thumb finds my clit again and begins a brutal rhythm that has me panting his name.
He leans in close, his breath hot against my skin.
“So fucking wet. You’re dripping for me, Lyri.
You were made for my fingers, and soon, you’ll be gripping my cock just like this.
” He punctuates his words by curling his fingers, dragging them along that sweet spot that sends a flash of white behind my eyes.
My whole body lights up—nerve endings on fire. My muscles draw taut, my orgasm winding like a coil pulled to snapping point. I try to hold on, try to breathe, but then Chase licks a slow, sinful line from my shoulder to my ear and murmurs, “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you lose it.”
And I do.
I break apart.
Hard.
My muscles clench while tingles cover my skin.
My clit throbs as he circles on it again at the same time as his fingers thrust, and I explode in a wave of blissful torture.
The explosion hits, then releases in a shuddering mess of pure pleasure.
My muscles clamp around his fingers before my body convulses with a violent, exquisite release.
Toes curling, my mouth drops open, forming a wide ‘O’ in a silent scream, hips rocking against his hand like I’ll never get enough.
Chase groans against my neck. “Fuck! You’re so goddamn sexy when you fall apart.”
Before I can even catch my breath, he withdraws his hand and grabs my panties. With a swift, dominant tug, he rips the lace apart like it’s nothing. I gasp, dazed and wrecked, as he lifts the shredded scrap to his face, inhaling deeply, eyes hooded and full of heat.
“Mine,” he mutters, voice low and rough, before tossing them to the floor.
I’m still panting, my body trembling in the aftermath, when Chase shifts beside me.
His movements are swift but deliberate, as if he’s just as desperate to keep the fire burning.
He reaches out, twisting the shower faucet with a sharp flick.
Steam immediately billows around us, curling through the air, clinging to our bare skin as if even the heat wants in on what’s about to happen.
Before I can take a breath, he hooks an arm beneath my thighs and lifts me off the basin. A gasp escapes me as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck, clinging to him like I already know he’s about to ruin me all over again.
The press of his cock against my center has me writhing in his hold, hungry and wild for more.
His body is slick with sweat and steam, and mine arches into his without a thought.
The second we step under the water, the rush of heat rains down over us, soaking our skin, sticking our hair, and fogging up the glass like a barrier to the rest of the world.
Chase doesn’t pause, he doesn’t falter, he strides straight to the back of the shower, then slams me up against the tiled wall, the wet slap of skin and ceramic ringing out around us.
And then, for just a second, everything stills.
His hands are firm on my thighs, holding me open. His cock nudges at my entrance, thick and hard and perfectly positioned. But instead of plunging into me, he holds there. Our eyes lock.
Steam curling between us, all around us, but I swear the electricity crackling in that narrow space is enough to light the damn city. His pupils are blown, his jaw clenched tight, water dripping from the ends of his lashes, making him look so fucking delicious I want to lick them from his eyelids.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice low and guttural. “That pull between us?”
I nod, lips parted, breath shaky. Chase’s forehead touches mine, water running down between us like it’s trying to cool what can’t be contained.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispers, the head of his cock sliding just barely along my folds. “Tell me you want all of me.”
“God, yes,” I gasp. “I want you inside me, Chase… now.”
He growls, the sound primal, like he’s barely keeping it together.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he thrusts up into me.
His thick length fills me with a pleasure that only he can give.
I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stretches me open, inch by aching inch.
Our bodies tremble with the pressure, the anticipation finally snapping.
But he doesn’t move, not yet.
He stays buried deep inside me, letting the moment linger, letting the burn of connection sear its way into my bloodstream. His cock pulses inside me, thick and claiming, while his eyes lock onto mine like he’s watching me fall apart and savoring every inch of the descent.
The water crashes around us, steaming hot, soaking our skin as rivulets trace down the planes of his chest and across my breasts, our bodies slick and pressed together.
My back is flush against the tile, my legs wrapped around him, but it’s not enough.
I need him to move. I need him to take. So I whimper, grinding my hips, trying to coax him into motion.
He grips my chin, firm and commanding, tilting my face up toward his. “You think I’m gonna let you use me like that, baby? You want it, you ask for it.”
The heat of his voice ignites something low in my belly. My lips part on a gasp as he drags his mouth over mine, not kissing, just tasting, breathing me in. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, pressing deeper, filling me so completely I gasp.
“I want it,” I whisper, breathless.
“Louder!”
“Please, Chase,” I pant. “I need it. I need you!”
That’s all he wanted.
He slams his hips forward, stealing my breath and setting my nerves ablaze.
His rhythm is unforgiving, every thrust punishing in the best way, as if he’s trying to fuck the air from my lungs and imprint himself in my soul.
My hands claw at his back, slippery and solid under my touch, muscles flexing with each relentless movement.
The slap of skin and the heavy rhythm of our breathing fill the space, echoing off the shower tiles.
“Fucking perfect.”He groans against my throat. “So tight, so wet. You were made for me.”
He pins my wrist to the wall, holding me in place while he licks down the column of my neck. When he bites my shoulder, I cry out. His free hand slides down between us, fingers finding my clit and pressing hard in tight, purposeful circles.
“Chase,” I gasp, eyes rolling back.
“You gonna come for me right here?” His fingers work faster, matching the brutal pace of his hips. “You gonna soak my cock while I fuck you into the wall?”
I shatter with a strangled moan, my body orgasms, and it barrels through me like a freight train.
I pulse around him, clenching tight, and he doesn’t give me time to recover.
He lifts me higher and pulls out, then spins me around, my chest now flush against the cold tile.
The chill sends a shiver through my body.
Or maybe it’s the pleasure?