Chapter 25 #2
“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he rumbles against my skin, breaking from our kiss and dragging his hot lips down to my throat, nipping and licking. “I’m going to devour every inch of your body until you’re breathless and begging. Do you understand?”
I moan, arching my back up into him, clutching at his thick arms, adrenaline spiking my senses.
“Your mouth.” The strap of my dress gets nuzzled off my shoulder, his beard tickling.
The other follows, and before I know how, my chest is bare, salt air licking at my skin and turning my nipples into hard buds.
“These breasts. Oh god, Pepper,” Chase groans, his eyes filled with awe as he takes me in. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Perfect. The word tap-dances over my ego, some animalistic part of me purring with delight. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, not from the mild air, but from the way he looks at me. That look is dangerously addictive, like he’s captured the stars in a bottle and can’t quite believe it.
He traces broad fingers across my collarbone, trailing a path down my sternum and then in a wide arc around my breast. I moan, tipping my head back into the bedding, my core muscles tensing into a hard ball of suspense.
His hot, wet tongue closes around my nipple without warning and I jolt, an electric bolt spearing right between my thighs.
As if directed by divine intervention, he lowers one large hand to cup the mount between my legs, the pressure jolting a spark behind my hips. “And this sweet little cunt.”
“Oh god,” I groan, tangling my hand into his hair and squeezing it tight, wanting more, needing more, squirming beneath him.
He chuckles, low and dark against my skin. “Oh Peppercorn, we’re going to have fun together, you and me.”
He nips at my skin, his hand moving to knead my other breast with just the right amount of attention, the thick pad of his thumb flicking over my nipple.
“Chase,” I gasp, arching as his teeth graze that sensitive bud for the second time. It comes out as a plea, for what I don’t know.
“So eager,” he rumbles, his mouth leaving my breast and trailing down my naval, swiftly unbuttoning the front of my dress to allow himself to slip it down with his exploration. “I bet you’re already soaking for me.”
I am, I so fucking am. There is nothing unsure or tentative about Chase Walker.
None of the awkward fumbling I’m used to, or the avoidance of eye contact, which makes it feel a little too real.
He’s bold, sensual, and apparently has a filthy fucking mouth.
My simple linen dress falls away, and so do my panties—lifted from me with the expertise of a master heist.
He stills, his gaze drawn between my legs where he kneels, a slash of deep color cresting his tanned, high cheekbones.
The look on his face alone is enough to stop me from feeling any form of embarrassment.
His gaze creeps back up to mine, taking in every inch of my bare body, searing his desire into my skin.
“Tell me you’re on birth control, Pepper.
I’ve been dreaming about fucking you bare since the moment I saw you. ”
Oh fuck. Words dry up on my tongue, veins humming with an undeniable knowledge that makes me pause. My eyes tumble to his shorts, where his enormous dick strains at the fabric. My face burns, breath coming in a little quicker still. “I am.” I pant hard, not caring how loud it is. “Please.”
He sees where my focus settles and gives me a devilish smirk born of all seven circuits of hell.
“There will be plenty of time for that, baby. First, I need to taste you.” His voice is rough, hot coals, every syllable rasped with need, one large hand flexing around my hip.
It calls to my own, fanning the flame that rages in every vein and every cell of my body.
He swipes a thumb down my entrance and I jolt, hissing out a muffled, “Yes,” as he hits the tiny bundle of nerves located there, entirely entranced by him kneeling before me like a Greek god sent down from the heavens to wreak havoc on my body.
“You want that?” he goads, his carved jaw tight as he catalogues every part of my body’s reaction with that trademark laser focus of his.
“I want that.” I gasp, propping myself up on my elbow so that I can watch what he’s doing.
“This?” He swipes the thumb again, eliciting a moan from my lips.
“More,” I demand, finding some courage I lost along the way and earning a wicked, dazzling smirk in return.
“Like this?” He pushes that same thumb inside my slick opening and I instinctively clamp down around him.
He groans, his other hand leaping to squeeze the prominent erection fighting to be free of his shorts as he teases me with the other, creating a perfect rhythm, pressing in and then trailing back up to circle my clit.
Perspiration begins to gather at the base of my neck, a flush creeping down my neck and splashing over my chest.
“Just like that,” I moan, flexing my hips into his movements, building steadily to somewhere above the clouds.
“You’re going to feel so good, I can already tell.” He grunts, switching to thrust a finger into me instead. I cry out as it curls and hits that perfect sweet spot deep inside, this small taster of what is to come making my thighs tremble. “You’re already close, my sweet filthy girl.”
He plays my body like a master conductor commanding an orchestra, one finger becoming two, and I build ever closer to that elusive edge that I’ve never quite been able to find with anyone but myself. Could it be…could he get me there? Surely not, no has ever—
The answer slams into bright lights behind my eyelids and I’m projected over that ledge at breakneck speed, falling onto my back as my pussy clamps down hard on his fingers at the exact same moment that his mouth drops to my center.
I cry out, writhing beneath his ministrations which come in excruciatingly perfect symphony, his tongue and fingers teasing me through endless layers of bliss.
I thread my hands into his hair as he groans deep in the back of his throat, his tongue lapping up everything I have to give until I’m wrought and breathless, somehow still wanting more.
More of his big hands on me. His groans.
His skin on mine. How the hell has this man just made me come harder than I have in my life, and I’m already feeling like I could go again?
“Chase!” I cry, my stomach muscles spasming as he nips softly at my clit with teasing teeth.
I don’t have the breath to elaborate, and thankfully he doesn’t seem to need me to as he straightens, those full sensual lips glistening with…me. I feel a small charge of something that feels dangerously close to possession streak through me at the sight.
He locks his chocolate gaze with mine, and I can’t help but gasp at the tortured war raging inside them. “Tell me you’re sure, Pepper. Because it’s going to be really fucking hard to stop once we start.”
“Will you stop being so fucking noble and just fuck me?” I yell in exasperation, my hands reaching for the waistline of his black swim shorts.