Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
CAROLINE
If that stuck-up nerd with his smug morality blog was still convinced that I had faked my attraction to him, he was delulu.
I was a good performer, but even I couldn’t hide the fact that when I looked at Chase, all I could think about was how much I wished it were him on his knees in front of me, lapping from my fingertips.
And wasn’t that some unfair irony? I worked my tits off in performances to curate allure, and Chase made me horny just by doing things like walking around. Breathing.
But the scammer and the ethics blogger were a match made in hell.
“Summer? I believe this is yours.” My champagne taster was holding out the glove I had discarded. He was an affable and well-dressed white man. Setting boundaries with audience interaction was challenging, so I typically chose people based on how biddable they seemed rather than to make their friends jealous. Fortunately, Chase’s friend had proven to be an excellent scene partner; he played along with the act and never got handsy or tried to turn the scene into something it wasn’t.
“If you’re interested, I’d love to take you out for a drink sometime. Maybe from a glass this time?—”
Chase appeared behind him. “Cut it out, Rob, you know she’s with me.”
He said it like it was the most obvious, natural thing in the world. She’s with me. My inner voice screamed, toxic masculinity! Possessive nonsense! but my clitoris was screaming too, and it was louder.
I wanted this man.
As if he could read my thoughts, Chase offered his hand. “You made your point, Caroline. Will you come with me?”
I was done with the party and exhausted from all the roles I’d been playing. In the face of Chase’s unyielding hold on me, I succumbed, intertwining my fingers with his.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me from the room.
“Somewhere with less Rob.”
Back in the room I’d claimed as mine, someone had lit the fireplace. The room enveloped us in its warm embrace, which made me think of cedar and old money. The fire crackled, casting a warm glow across the room, and nestled before the hearth was an almost comically overstuffed armchair on a plush fur rug.
Much to my surprise, the dress Chase had bought me hung on the door in a dry-cleaning bag, all remnants of champagne gone. Jessica must have given it to housekeeping. But now wasn’t the time to marvel at the modern wonders of dry-cleaning—I couldn’t take my eyes off Chase.
He hadn’t said a word since we left the ballroom.
As he crossed to the elegant gold drinks cart, I dragged the plush chair back from the fire so I wouldn’t melt like one of Lyssa’s crayons, and settled in it. Chase sipped his wine without bothering to unlock the bouquet, but I swirled and sniffed like a proper fancy pants.
“I want to apologize for earlier,” Chase said. He was leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t express myself well.”
“But you were right. I know what I did was wrong, and I’m sorry. I just… didn’t like being confronted with it. You weren’t seeing the whole picture.”
He nodded and took another mouthful of wine. The flickering firelight and the gentle crackle of the logs kindled a sense of intimacy that was hard to resist. And I didn’t want to.
“Do you believe me now?” I murmured, my voice husky.
His eyes were locked on my leg, in particular the place where the fabric split, showing my thick thighs. Leisurely, I stretched one leg over the round arm of the chair. Chase’s eyes followed the movement.
“About what?”
“I wasn’t pretending to want you, Chase.”
His eyes darkened and I wet my lips.
“Prove it,” he said.
“What?”
What did he think the whole show downstairs had been about? I opened my mouth, but when he shook his head, I closed it again.
“Prove it for me. No Summer, no Teddy, no performances. Show me you want me, Caroline. Only me.”
“I do.”
“Then show me.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, his wineglass swinging loosely from his fingertips and his expectant eyes locked on me. “Come on, Floss. I know you’re not shy. Show me.”
My blood surged through my veins like a wild current. Desire licked at me, heat suffusing my skin. It wasn’t the fire. It was him. His eyes, his gruff instruction, his demanding gaze. Sweet Chase and all his contradictions.
Under his watchful eye, I threw my other knee over the other arm of the chair, holding my legs wide open for him. The silk of my borrowed gown spilled down between my spread thighs, protecting my modesty.
“Don’t be coy now, Caroline. Show me if your pussy is wet.”
Gathering fistfuls of silk, I pulled the fabric up around my waist. Tilting my hips up so that he could see, I skirted my fingers over my black lace panties, involuntarily shuddering as I passed over my swollen clit, sensitive even through the fabric.
“That’s it. Show me how desperate that pussy is for me.” He rubbed a hand over the visible bulge in his dress pants.
Emboldened, I put my glass down on the floor and stood to whip the borrowed gown off over my head, then I sat back down and returned my legs over the sides of the chair, leaning back so he could take in the sight of my body in the black lingerie and thigh-high black fishnets. My thighs were generous, and Chase devoured the sight, his gaze a touch I could almost feel.
I was used to people thinking I was sexy—it was a bad night for tips if they didn’t. But my burlesque routines were usually about deconstructing sexy and putting it back together with comedy and whimsy. At no point did I ever personally feel vulnerable. Not like now. My heart was pounding in my ears and my legs felt shaky. But I wanted Chase to know he was never just a faceless person in a crowd to me.
I pushed my hand into my underwear and Chase’s eyes darkened. He didn’t take his eyes off me but shrugged out of his jacket. The fabric slipped off his shoulders gracefully, taking the evening’s last scraps of civility with it.
I played with my folds, squirming under his hot stare. I carefully avoided my clit, because it felt like just one touch would have me leaping out of my skin.
“Lose the panties. ”
It was embarrassing how quickly I scrambled to comply. I slipped the lace down over my legs and lay back on the chair as I had been before. Chase openly growled at the sight of my wet flesh spread open for him. Hopefully my stockings, bra, and naked cunt were a vision he was never going to forget.
I’d had barely two sips of wine, but I almost felt drunk under his gaze as I swirled my fingers through my damp folds and then slowly slid a finger inside myself.
“Is this—” I had to stop as I hit a particularly sensitive spot and my body jerked. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes. Keep going, Floss. Give me another finger.”
By which he meant, give me another. Carefully, I slid another in, moaning. He was so still he might have looked frozen, but his eyes followed my hand avidly.
“You look beautiful, spread out like that. Pushing your fingers into yourself. All that wetness is for me, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
“Do you need to call me Daddy again, Caroline? Will that make your pussy clench around your fingers? You liked calling me that at Lueur, didn’t you? Filthy girl.”
I was, I was his filthy girl. But I shook my head, barely having enough air to reply. My body was wound tighter than a spring, and I was close to orgasming. I was pretty good at getting myself off, I’d had a lot of practice and I knew my body well. But I didn’t just want to orgasm. I wanted to orgasm for Chase or, better yet, with Chase. I imagined him unzipping his pants and freeing that bulge. Cock untucked, he’d stride over to me and fist his cock to line himself up so he could thrust into me in one hard stroke, making me feel every single inch of his thickness. We’d both get a thrill out of him making me beg for more of his cock, pleading until I finally tipped over the edge.
“No?” He prompted, not letting me get away with a nonverbal reply.
“I don’t need to call you Daddy every time,” I managed to reply, my voice breathy and labored. I was close. “Daddy is an energy. A state of mind. I like that you give me—” I broke off and whimpered as my slick finger rubbed over my clit, too hard.
“Keep going, Floss. Tell me what you like.”
I couldn’t remember which planet I was on, let alone come up with a coherent explanation of my contingent kinks, but I was going to try. “I like— I like that you’re nice in the streets, Daddy in the sheets. Or on the bar. It’s not the word, it’s your vibe.” I felt like I was going to lose my mind, but the fire in his eyes kept me going. “I want you hard for me, Chase. I want to see you war with yourself about what you should do and then surrender to a bad idea. Call me a brat, pin me down. Because you want to and you can’t help yourself.”
His jaw did that twitching thing I was so enamored with. “Are you close, Floss?”
I nodded. I could barely breathe anymore.
“Fuck your fingers,” he commanded.
As he watched, I sped up, using the hand that wasn’t thrusting into my body to work over my clit. My legs were wide, and the sounds my pussy was making were obscene, but I didn’t care, I couldn’t care.
Then I couldn’t hold out any longer. I threw my head back over the chair as my body shuddered, my most intimate ring of muscles clenching around my fingers as I came with a hoarse cry.
When my vision cleared and I looked up again, Chase was sitting in the same place as before, stiff as a board, but the sheets were mussed, as if he’d been clutching them while watching me orgasm. Like he had to stop himself from reaching for me. His jaw was clenched as he palmed his dick, almost like he was telling it down boy , and I basked in the obvious admiration.
“Come here,” he said. And I knew exactly what he wanted, because it was what I wanted too.
I slid to my knees and crawled the few feet to where he sat on the edge of the four-poster bed. He groaned, watching my naked ass in the air as I made my way across the floor to him.
“You’ll kill me, Floss. ”
His cock looked like it was going to split his pants. Really, I was doing his tailor a favor by reaching up and freeing him from such tight confines.
I wrapped my fist around the root of his beautiful cock and put out my tongue for my first taste of his shaft. The sounds he made were encouraging, so I curled my tongue and licked at the ridges and veins. His taste was pleasantly salty, and I took his head deeper into my mouth as I bobbed back and forth. Chase fisted the sheets beside his thighs as I took him deeper. I knew what he was stopping himself from doing, so I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my head. He took a firm but not painful fistful of my hair and used it to ease me over his cock, showing me how he wanted to be sucked. I hadn’t thought I could get fired up again so quickly, but my pussy was already slick with fresh wetness. I loved tongue-bathing his cock like this.
“Caroline, you don’t have to?—”
But I made a noise of protest that reverberated around his thick length, and he cut off with a groan. “Fuck it,” he cursed. “Suck me just like that, sweetheart. Let me have your throat.”
I rose up on my knees and he stood, angling so he could really thrust, fucking my throat and my face like we both wanted. Lewd sounds filled the air, and when I moaned around him, he stopped, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
“Stop, stop, or I’m not going to last.”
“I don’t want you to.”
But he intercepted me when I reached for him again. “Yes, you do.”
Yes, I did.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked breathlessly.
He fished one out of his bag, and I climbed up on the mattress. He crawled over me, cock bobbing, and I took the condom and rolled it carefully down his length.
“Are you sure, Caroline? This might be inadvisable …”
Not this again.
“I’m sorry I lied. But you know more true things about me than you do lies. Things no one else knows. You know my favorite movie, my disappointing first love, my sexy professor kink. You know my weaknesses—chess—and my strengths—tits.” I pulled the cups of my bra down so my nipples popped out the top, and he exhaled heavily. “And you know how I kiss when I want you inside me.”
He hadn’t kissed me since that time in his guest bathroom, but he took the hint now.
Our breath mingled and our tongues clashed, each press of our lips a promise of passion. Our tongues intertwined in a sensual rhythm, teasing and tasting. He kissed me like he was making promises I could barely comprehend, yet I kissed similar vows into his lips. I could have kissed him forever, but I also couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside me.
Chase was so rigid, so controlled, and I delighted in testing that control. I’d sensed that when he snapped it would be just what both of us needed. Not only was I right, there was a perverse kind of satisfaction in pulling him off his high horse and down to my level. I wanted him wild with lust for me, and I wanted to hear him admit he was just as horny and depraved as I was.
When my enthusiastic lips knocked his glasses askew, I separated from his face just long enough for him to pull them off. With fervor, not flourish, I unbuttoned my way down his shirt. He hissed as I pushed his shirt off him, kicking off the pants pooled around his ankles.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No.”
Reached down, he pulled me firmly against him. His chest hair was springy and coarse, and the friction against my nipples made me moan. Chase was here and he wanted me, and even if it was only sexually, I was going to make the most of it. I threw my legs around his hips and he hauled me against his body before driving me into the mattress.
When I worked a hand down between our bodies and gripped his hard cock to line him up with my entrance, he made a sound like all the air was leaving his body at once.
CHASE
She was driving me to the brink and I couldn’t get enough. I was desperate for her. I could never get my fill.
It was verging on clingy, but I said it anyway. “Tell me what you want again, Caroline. Be honest.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I want you to put your cock into me.”
I held my body over hers, ready to thrust to heaven, but she wasn’t finished.
“I want you to fill me up and stretch me out to make the space you need. I want to feel you pumping in and out of my tight cunt, until I’m so worked up I could come a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough.”
I rubbed the tip of my cock around the soft flesh at her entrance, collecting the wetness she’d made for me. Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Good.” I said. “More.”
Soon she was going to tell me to shut up, but I was so hungry for her, I would keep going until she stopped me.
“Do you feel how wet you make me?” my perfect partner said instead. “Feel how much I liked having your thick cock in my mouth? Stop holding back, Chase. Just do it. Fill me, fuck me. I want you, I want?—”
I jerked my hips up, thrusting through her tight heat and inside her, where I craved being. She gasped, her provocative sentences long gone. As her lovely body stretched to accommodate me, she let out a long, guttural moan, her legs spreading wider and wider until our pelvises pressed together and my shaft was deep in her. She ground her hips in small rotations, pussy lips gripping my base as if she were trying to pull my whole body inside hers.
“You talk now.” She panted, the demanding brat. “It’s your turn.”
She was made for me.
It was an effort, but I gathered my thoughts, swallowing anything that might freak her out—declarations like her being built for me were off-limits. Instead, my brain scrambled for more of the filthy talk we both got off on.
“You want this cock, Caroline? Go on then. Take it.” I pushed my hips as far as I could go, wanting farther, just like she did. I fucked her like I had wanted to since that first chess game. My little hellion clawed at my back, trying to pull me closer.
“This is beautiful,” I said, hoarse now. “Look how well you take my cock. Your body wants what I have for you.”
Feeling desperate, I licked my thumb and found her clit. She gasped and the satisfied sound echoed in my head, in my balls. When her head fell back, I enjoyed how each of my thrusts made her tits bounce above her tiny bra. Then her hips bucked, the sensation almost too much to bear.
“Just you and me now.” I panted, keeping my thumb on her. She squeaked—there was no other word for it—and then she was shuddering again, her pussy a vise that was going to squeeze me to death. I ignored the creaking bed frame, threatening to quit on us. I ought to have been worried about someone hearing us in the hallway, but I wasn’t. I didn’t care.
When we rolled, something fell to the floor and there was the sound of breaking glass—my glasses—but I still didn’t stop.
Caroline threw her head back as she came for a second time and I shouted as a particularly strong clench gripped my cock and filled the condom, spurt after spurt.
Our bodies collapsed together, and I held her to my chest, mindful not to crush her or dislodge the condom. I knew I needed to sort that out, but I had neither the physical nor mental strength right now. Caroline reached up and pushed a lock of my hair off my face and I dropped a kiss on her forehead. She grinned.
“You did promise multiples, Mr. Moral. I’m glad you’re a man of your word.”
I grinned, and for once, had nothing more to say.
I basked in the perfect moment.