24. Chase
Chase
# Saran Wrap is not an effective method of contraception
I told Addie’s parents we were leaving and then I draped my tuxedo jacket around her shoulders, ignoring the sass she gave me about pretending to be a gentleman. After all, there is nothing gentlemanly about the things I’d like to do to her when we get back to the cabin.
Nothing at all.
While we walk, she tells me about the time she was traveling in Europe and thought she’d got lost in a wood like this one, only to find she was behind a huge housing complex the entire time.
She’s giggling by the time we get through the door of the cabin, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling.
I close the door behind us and she leans against it, head tilted up and staring into my face.
I can’t help it. All of the restraint I’ve been desperately holding onto crumbles. I eat up the distance between us, placing my forefinger under her chin so she can’t look away when I tell her. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Chase.” She pants out my name on a breath. “We can’t.”
I dip my head lower, until her breath dances over my neck. Her breathing gets heavier. “Give me one good reason why not, Addie.”
“I—I can’t think of any,” she whines, frustrated. “But we still shouldn’t.” Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer, and now my hard length is pressed up against her abdomen. I know the moment she feels it because she gasps and her eyes dart downwards for a second.
“Can you feel what you do to me, Addie?”
“That’s all because of me, huh?” she purrs.
“Who else would it be for, Firefly. I have spent the last four days with an almost-permanent hard-on.” I dust my lips over her neck and she grinds her hips against me, making my cock ache with need.
“Tell me to stop, Addie.” It’s a challenge and a plea.
Because if we do this, it can’t be undone.
This time I won’t fuck it up. I’m not letting her go a second time.
She tips her head back. “Don’t stop, Chase.”
That’s all I need to hear. I smash my mouth against hers, fingers working quickly to pull up her silk bridesmaid dress enough to give me access to her soft skin. My hands coast over the supple skin of her thighs.
She whines. I move higher. Until I reach the delicate lace of her panties. I growl, filled with the burning need to take her right here. Roughly, I tug her panties aside and slide my fingers through her folds.
Fuck me, she’s already soaked and I think I might come in my pants just from touching her. She fucking unravels me.
I sink a thick finger inside her tight pussy and am rewarded with a thick coating of her arousal.
“You’re fucking soaked, Firefly.”
“I know.”
I work a finger in and out of her, all the while my cock aches to be inside her too.
But I want to watch her fall apart for me first. I grind the heel of my palm against her clit and add a second finger to her tight heat.
Her eyes roll back in her head. She claws at my suit jacket.
Her muscles clench around me as her impending climax milks my fingers.
I press my mouth against her ear. “That’s my good girl. You can let go. I’ve got you, baby.”
She cries out as her orgasm tears through her, leaving her entire body trembling.
Only when she’s stopped do I slip my fingers out of her and suck them clean.
She tastes just as good as I remember. Then I wrap her still shaking legs around my waist and carry her through to the bedroom.
We fall into a heap on the bed, hands scrabbling to remove each other’s clothes in our frantic need to get each other naked.
Soon our clothes are strewn around the floor; her bra is hanging from the bedside lamp and her panties on the dresser along with one of my socks, but I take a moment to stare at her—committing every inch of her sexy body to memory.
Her full breasts and the curve of her hips to her perfect pussy.
When we first had sex eight years ago, she was completely waxed, but now she has a thin, neat strip of short, dark curls down the center.
Either way it’s still the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen and she blushes when I tell her so.
She wraps her slender legs around my waist. “Do you have any condoms?”
“Why the hell would I have condoms, Addie?”
She chews on her lip and I rack my brains for an alternative, because I’m sure I will have some kind of erection-related aneurysm if I don’t fuck her soon.
My Addie-addled brain immediately goes to the Saran Wrap in the kitchen before dismissing it just as quickly.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask her instead.
She eyes me suspiciously. “Yes.”
“Have you ever let anyone fuck you without a condom?”
She smiles sweetly. “Only you, asshole.”
That pleases me more than she will ever know, but I have more pressing matters to deal with—specifically the tip of my dick against her sweet pussy. “And you are the only woman I’ve ever fucked bare, so?—”
“No freaking way,” she exclaims.
I frown, all the while my poor, aching cock is screaming at me to give him some relief. “Why is that so hard to believe when I believed you immediately?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Because you’re a hound dog who’s slept with way more people than I have.”
I squeeze her ass and she yelps. “I am not a fucking hound dog.” Her eyes narrow in suspicion and I take a breath and try again.
“I know I let you down in the past, but I would never lie to you about something as important as this, Firefly, now for the love of all that is holy and sacred, can I please fuck you?”
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m not above venturing into the dungeon and finding something else to do the job.”
I drive inside her so hard, her head bangs against the headboard.
“Damn, that feels good,” she moans.
It feels better than good. “You feel like fucking heaven.”