Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Chase
Six months later
I stand in the doorway, watching her.
She doesn’t hear me at first. Sitting there with her back against the wall, headphones in, and eyes closed, a soft smile on her lips as she loses herself in the music after a long day of work.
The sight is almost too damn perfect, a moment of peace in the chaotic little life we’re creating, just her in her world.
I stand there, just watching as different emotions flicker across her face, curious as to what it is she’s listening to but not enough to interrupt.
I love seeing her like this, just existing in the place she has dreamed about for years.
She finally gets to spend her days here and I’ve never seen her more at peace.
Slowly, her eyes flutter open. It takes her a second to register the breeze coming from the open door, but when she does, she looks up at the mirror, meeting my gaze. That smile stretching across her face is my prize.
“Hey,” she says, her voice a soft whisper, and she sets her headphones to the side.
I let a smirk curl my lips.
“How long have you been here?” she wonders, pushing her hair back from her forehead.
“Long enough,” I reply, my tone low, full of purpose.
Her eyes flash, and the air shifts—charged now, like something’s ready to crack.
I step into the room slowly, taking my time as I close and lock the door with a soft click. The sound cuts through the air, and she knows exactly why. This is a space for us, only us. No interruptions. No roommates, like we’ve got back at the beach house.
She doesn’t say anything, but I can see the way her body tenses, just the slightest shift, the way her lip catches between her teeth. Yeah, she knows.
She knows exactly what’s coming and she’s ready for it.
Always ready for me.
I cross the room slowly, letting my gaze stay on her the entire time. The smile on her lips hasn’t faded, but there’s something deeper in her eyes now, a flicker of anticipation.
I grip the edges of my jacket, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor without a second thought.
Then my fingers start working on the buttons of my top, the movement slow and deliberate, the sound of each opening a quiet promise.
I let the fabric fall open, exposing more of me.
My belt comes next, the metallic click of the buckle loud in the silence.
Her chest rises with a full inhale and her pupils blow wide when I don’t come around to the front of her but instead kneel behind her, moving with intention, drawing out the moment.
I reach forward, running my knuckles lightly down the exposed skin of her spine, the tiny sports bra she’s wearing giving me the perfect access to her, and she shivers under my touch.
She’s waiting for instructions, for me to tell her how I want her, so that’s what I do. I lean forward, brushing my lips against the soft skin of her shoulder, and whisper in her ear.
“On your belly, baby. Now.”
She doesn’t hesitate, turning with a fluid grace and settling herself as I’ve asked.
Her back arches just enough to make me ache with the need to pull her closer, to show her just how much I need this.
I can feel her pulse beneath my fingertips as I move, my hands trailing over her, heating her skin with every touch.
The room feels too small, the air thick, and yet, there’s nothing but the steady rhythm of her breath, the quiet sounds of the space we’ve created between us. It’s a dance, one that we both know too well, but with every moment, it feels like something new.
I can’t help myself, my hand drifting to the side of her face, gently cupping her jaw. Her breath catches as I run my thumb over her lips.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. My other hand is tracing her spine, just barely grazing the delicate curve of her back. “But you don’t even know how much more you are to me. You’re everything.”
She lets out a soft, shaky breath, eyes closed. I’ll allow it. For now.
“Chase…” she murmurs, her voice tinged with tension, with need. It’s the perfect mixture.
“Shh.” I cut her off gently. “You know I’m going to give you what you need, baby. Be patient.”
I bend myself over her, pressing her body down to the floor fully with the tips of my fingers, bringing myself close enough that she can feel my every breath.
My lips trail down her neck, brushing lightly, just a whisper of contact, and she reacts, tilting her head back, giving me more of her.
I take it, slow, savoring every inch of her.
“God, I can’t get enough of you,” I murmur against her skin. I sit back on my heels, watching her, the glow of the dim light catching her features just so. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
She bites her lip, her palms flattening on the flooring.
I reach down, my thumb brushing her cheek, before taking my hand in her hair and tugging her head back gently. She comes willingly, big, blue eyes finding mine. I give in, leaning down to kiss her, slow and deep. The taste of her, the feel of her, it’s everything.
“I’m so hard for you, Angel,” I tell her, and then I show her, pressing against her ass, grinding a bit.
She gasps, her head falling back down, hanging there in my grip, so I let her go, kissing her back.
She reaches back, sneaking her hand between us, freeing me from my boxers, and I groan when she squeezes so I do the same, reaching around sliding my hand down her bottom, into her panties.
I go straight to her pussy, cupping her, applying pressure, and she pushes her ass back into me, a soft little cry leaving her.
She shudders beneath my fingers, and I can’t help but smile at the effect I have on her. This is just the beginning.
With my free hand, I grip her wrist, making her release me, and place her palms flat in front of her, my tongue sliding along the shell of her ear. “Hands and knees, baby, and I want that head up.”
She goes instantly, her knees sliding out, winding herself for me without instructions.
I meet her eyes in the mirror and then kiss her cheek. “Don’t look away,” I murmur, my voice low, dangerous. “I want you to watch as I take you.”
Her breath catches, nodding, and god, I want to devour her.
I slide my hand around her waist, gently pulling her back so she can feel the strength of my body, the heat that’s radiating off me. “I’m going to make this so good for us,” I say, my voice dripping with intent.
“Please.”
“You beg so well, Angel,” I praise, my voice rough and low, pushing two fingers inside her without warning.
“God, yes,” she whines, pussy already clenching around my fingers.
My chuckle is wicked and she shivers at the sound. “Already, baby? You want this that bad?”
“Need you,” she gasps, grinding down into my hand.
“Okay, baby. Let me give you what you’re craving.”
I tear my fingers out, pushing my dick between her legs and sliding along her heat. I groan, and she cries some more, those eyes wild when I look up, her gaze locking onto mine.
“You want it rough, slow, hard?” I tease, my voice low and filled with hunger. “I’ll give it to you just the way you crave. Tell me.”
“Yes.”
My smirk is slow. Love when she’s like this. Just gone to the lust.
To the thought of me. The feel of me.
I stroke myself against her, hips thrusting, teasing her entrance but not slipping inside. Her body trembles, her control slipping.
Her head starts to shake, her eyes fluttering, threatening to close as she fights against it. “Chase.”
“You want me to stop?” I whisper, my lips brushing her neck, making her shiver.
“No. I—I want you inside me. Please.” She wiggles her ass, and the tip of my dick lands exactly where she wants it.
Her eyes darken, asking permission.
I run my palm along her spine, pushing her sports bra up so her breasts are free, her nipples hard and aching in the air. “Go ahead, Angel.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She sits back, dropping down on my dick, her greedy pussy sucking it inside until she’s full of me.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl softly. “So good.”
A sharp moan escapes her lips, and I smirk. Her body reacts exactly how I want it to. My fingers trace down her back, making it harder for her to keep herself together. And then I grip her hips, yanking them into me with a hard slap.
“I’m going to take you now,” I murmur, my voice dark with desire.
She nods, breathless. I can feel her body responding to every word I speak, every touch I give her. The room feels smaller, the space between us vanishing with every second.
And then I start to fuck her.
It’s not soft and slow. No, I’ll do that later, in our bed. Maybe right after this. If she’s still needy, and chances are, she will be.
She’s insatiable now, my naughty little angel.
I hold her still, hips hitting her ass as I push into her, my belt slapping us both gently, the slicking sound just as tantalizing as her moans.
With every stroke, every drive inside, she gets louder.
Her breasts are bouncing and I reach up, loving that she’s so much smaller than me that I can so easily grip both in my hands and still feed her sweet pussy my cock.
I shift, placing one foot flat, my other knee still on the floor.
I grip her hair again, then wrap my arm around her, using both arms to haul her up until her back is flush with mine.
She gasps, head falling back on my chest, eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
“Look at where I’m taking you.” I groan, my hands gripping her tighter. “Look how good your pussy, my pussy, takes this cock. Your cock.”
She cries, her entire body trembling as we watch my dick sliding in and out of her.
“I’m coated in you, Angel.” I take her throat in one hand, and her clit in the other and she bucks against me.
I’m panting now, my limbs shaking, she feels so fucking good. Too damn good.
“You’re going to make me come, baby,” I growl, my ass clenching.
She sinks down on me further, body quaking. “Can I—”
“Yes,” I breathe against her neck. “Come for me.”
I bite down gently, and she breaks. I break.