Chapter Fifteen
Chase
"We can’t do anything but wait," she murmured.
"I know." Fucking hell, the thought of spending the entire night here with her was messing with my mind. It was testing my restraints. I could barely keep myself in check at work when we were surrounded by hundreds of employees; I had zero chances of staying away from her tonight. I knew it in my bones.
"I have a few flashlights," she said, "and candles, but I don't want to accidentally burn the place down."
"Where are the flashlights?"
"In the kitchen, under the sink."
We both went that way, holding the light of our phones as a guide.
"I'll take them out," I said, crouching down. There were only two of them.
"These should last for a while. Maybe we should turn one on as a nightlight of sorts in the living room?" she suggested.
"The darkness doesn't bother me."
"All right." She pulled her hand away from the flashlight, grazing my arm in the process.
I grabbed her wrist, needing to touch her. I was desperate for it.
She gasped and inhaled sharply.
"Your skin is so soft." I moved my fingers farther up, brushing her arm. Her skin turned to goose bumps, and I cupped her shoulder before tucking her hair behind her ear. I stepped closer to her. "You smell amazing. Do you know how hard I have to fight my instincts every day?"
"You do?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Hell yes. All I want to do is find an excuse, any at all, to ask you into my office."
"Why?"
"To see you, talk to you... do this." I moved my hand up her back and then drew my middle finger in a straight line down her spine.
This time she moaned, and I knew without a doubt that tonight, I was going to break all the promises I'd made to her. "I want to ask about your day and tell you about mine. More than anything, I want to kiss you so damn bad." I spoke into her ear, and she shuddered lightly. She put her hand on my chest, moving it up to my shoulder, then rested her thumb on my neck.
"I think about that, too, all the time," she muttered, then sighed against my skin.
I was fighting against all my instincts, hanging by a thread. I needed to kiss her more than I'd ever needed anything else.
"Hannah," I murmured.
"Yes?" Her voice was apprehensive. She pressed her thumb even harder against my neck.
“You’re shivering. Go get in the shower.”
“Come with me," she said.
It took a few seconds for her words to register, but when they did, I couldn't hold back.
"Say it again."
"Come with me."
I touched her face again, pressing my thumb over her lips. "I've wanted you since the wedding. I've wanted you every day, and somehow I've been able to fight my instincts, but I can't anymore.”
I captured her lips with mine in the next second. Fuck, this was surreal: her taste, feeling her breath, her tongue. She was delicious.
She leaned against me, giving in to me completely.
I couldn't stop the kiss even long enough to explore the rest of her body, but I had time tonight. Threading my fingers through her hair, I cupped the back of her head with one hand. With the other, I traced her spine. She moved against my mouth, and I was fully hard in an instant.
"I want you so damn bad," I whispered, my lips ghosting over hers.
"And I want you too."
Euphoria erupted in my veins. Tonight, Hannah was going to be mine.
"Do you have any idea of all the things I'm going to do to you tonight, Hannah?"
"Yes. Whatever you have in mind, I want everything."
My cock twitched at her words. It was almost painful. I reached for my belt and felt her hand over mine. Fuck me, she wanted me naked as much as I wanted it too. I tugged at the belt. It made a ripping sound, but I couldn't care less if something got ruined. She then worked my zipper, and I pushed my pants down. Reaching into my boxers, she wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed me, and I moved my hips forward, pushing my cock into her fist.
"Hannah, I want to make you come first."
She gasped, squeezing me even tighter.
I gripped her wrist. "Let go."
"Okay." She opened her palm, and I put it on my chest. "Can I take off your shirt?" she asked shyly.
"Fuck yes."
While she worked on the buttons, I moved my hand to the side of her body.
"Does this thing have a zipper?" I asked her.
She laughed. "No."
I grabbed the bottom of the dress, pulling it over her head and throwing it on the kitchen counter. I kissed her before she even had a chance to finish unbuttoning my shirt; I didn't want to miss a single second of exploring her. She hummed against my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her back, plastering her against me. She was only wearing her panties and bra, so I could feel everything as she moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against my erection.
Fuuuuck!
How does this feel so insanely good?
I took a step back, and Hannah exhaled sharply while I undid the rest of the buttons, then took off my shirt. I never bothered with undershirts—a fact we both seemed to appreciate at the moment.
"Let's move close to a window," I said, leading her to the living room. "I want to see you. There's not enough light from the flashlights."
The sun hadn’t set yet, and there were faint rays filtering in through the shutters even though the sky had been completely dark when we’d been outside.
We took both flashlights with us. I positioned them on one of the tables in the living room so they shone on the ceiling.
"That's better," I said before stepping back to her.
She licked her lips, glancing down at her body. "You should’ve given me a warning. I would've hit the gym or something."
"You are gorgeous. I will worship every single one of your curves. I love them, and I've been fantasizing about them since the wedding. I want to see you, or would it make you more comfortable if I shut off the flashlights?"
"Don't. I want to see you too." Then she moved her fingers down my chest. "I can feel all these muscles, but seeing them is a perk all on its own."
I walked her back to the couch because it was the most comfortable place in the room. No way in hell did I have enough self-restraint to go to one of the bedrooms. I took off her bra and immediately traced her breasts with my fingers.
I first circled my middle fingers around her nipples, and then I lowered my head, taking the right one in my mouth. She gasped, arching her back. Positioning myself so I had easy access to both her breasts and could reach between her thighs too, I put my right hand on the inside of her thigh, teasing her, trailing my fingers upward. Then I pressed the back of my palm against her pussy, earning a groan in return.
"Chase," she exclaimed.
I wanted to touch her bare flesh, but for now, I caressed her over the fabric. My cock twitched as I felt her panties dampen and then get even wetter. The friction of the fabric on her sensitive skin was insane. I felt it in the way she clenched her muscles and grabbed my shoulders.
When I knew this was more torture than pleasure, I slipped my finger inside her panties, tracing the same part of her with my thumb before circling her clit. Then I dipped my thumb inside her. She went wild, thrashing around.
"Chase, please."
Hearing her beg was tugging at my self-control. I sat down on the couch and pulled her over me.
“Chase,” she muttered, straddling me, “we need a condom.”
“I’ve got one, but don’t worry. For now, you’re only getting my fingers, then my tongue.” I pushed the strip of fabric covering her pussy to one side and played with her sensitive flesh.
I alternated between doing that and circling her clit. I had her at my mercy—or so I thought. She grabbed my cock, sliding her hand up and down.
"Hannah!" My voice was nothing but a groan. I kept touching her, moving my fingers in the rhythm she liked. She was an open book for me; I could read every arch of her back, every bend of her neck. With my other hand, I touched her breasts as I kissed her shoulders.
She let go of my cock, digging both hands into my thighs while pressing her nails into my flesh. She was close, so damn close. And I knew exactly what would bring her over the edge.
Keeping her panties to one side, I slapped her pussy twice and then pushed two fingers in while I pressed my thumb to the right of her clit. She bucked so hard she nearly slid off my lap. I put one hand on her back, keeping her in place while I worked her with my other hand. I wanted her in this position, standing still. Then she could take every drop of pleasure I wanted to give her.
I followed the cues of her body, pressing my thumb on her clit. She exploded in the next second, rocking her hips back and forth.
I held her for a few moments until she stilled.
"That was delicious,” she murmured.
“It was just the start.”
Getting us both to our feet, I turned her so she was in front of the couch, and then I lowered her on it, keeping her ass on the edge. I didn't want to wait too long because she was still sensitive. She’d come again fast. I spread her legs wide, touching her inner thighs. Her skin was so damn soft, and I wanted to kiss her some before I made her come again. I went to her right inner thigh, kissing in a straight line to her pussy. She gasped, and I felt her muffled cry. She was bracing herself, but I wasn't going for her center. Not yet.
I placed my mouth on the inner part of her knee, trailing upward before slowing as I came closer to the apex of her thighs. Then I pressed my tongue against her opening. I slid my tongue inside her and then slowly moved up to her clit, intending to give her more pleasure than she thought possible.
I played her body to the rhythm I wanted, alternating between sucking her clit and moving my lips up her torso. She gasped desperately every time I moved away from her center, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I wanted her to be able to absorb all the pleasure.
"I love exploring you," I said. “Your body is so damn exquisite. I love every single curve.”
I kissed her belly before moving back down to her pussy. She was ready. I slid two fingers up and down her opening while I worked her clit with my mouth. When she clenched her thighs and pushed her ass up just a few inches in the air, I slipped those two fingers inside her. She cried out even more beautifully than the first time.
She went soft in my arms, her thighs shaking and her breath uneven. I made to get up for the condom, but she pulled me on top of her. “No. Where are you going? I want you right now.”
She licked her lips, and I pressed my thumb on the bottom one and then her jaw.
“We need a condom, beautiful.”
“Oh, yeah. That.”
I straightened up. “Let me go get my pants. I left them in the kitchen.”
I returned with a condom quickly, tearing the package on the way and putting it on. She was still waiting for me on the couch, leaning with her back on the seat.
Her ass was hanging out over the edge. Standing in front of her, I grabbed both her hands, helping her to her feet. Then I kissed her, walking backward with her until I propped her against the glass. She gasped at the contact. Since the shutters were closed, no one could see us.
"Do you like that?" I asked her.
“Yes! The glass is cold. And our bodies are hot.”
I whirled her around and pushed her up against the glass. She shuddered and rested her forehead on it, then her palms.
“Chase, what are you doing to me?”
"Taking my fill of you."
I kissed down her back. Perspiration covered her entire body. I fucking loved that she’d come so hard that she broke out into a sweat. I turned her around, and this time, I kissed her mouth slowly. We weren't going to make it back to the couch. I took her hands, putting them on my shoulders, and then lowered myself enough so I could grab the backs of her thighs.
Then I lifted her into my arms and lowered her onto my cock in one swift move, pressing her back against the window. She gasped in delight. I loved that sound, and I wanted to hear it again and again. I buried myself inside her completely as I rested my forehead on her cheek.
This moment was beyond incredible. I'd never had anything like it. I was completely lost in her: the smell of her shampoo, her soft skin. I'd never felt so complete in my life.
I pulled out and then thrust back in. I continued with long and precise strokes because I wanted to feel her—really feel her—along every inch of my cock. She moved up and down, too, gasping and then begging. She needed her release again, and I was desperately chasing mine. I propped one hand on the glass as I readjusted her on my cock before holding her with both hands.
“I want to see you touch yourself and feel you come around my cock.”
Her muscles clenched tight. She liked dirty talk, and I loved that about her. I started to come as soon as she put her hand between us. A tidal wave hit me, and my vision began to blur.
Through my own desperate grunts, I heard her cry out. I held her until we both regained our faculties and then lowered her to the floor.
"Let's stay like this for a few seconds," she said, "while I remember where we are, what we were doing before. Whether we fell off planet Earth or not."
I laughed, kissing her temple. "Why don't I remind you exactly where we are, then promptly make sure you forget again?"
She moved her fingers up and down my biceps. "You’re so strong. I can't believe you could hold me up there for so long."
"My pleasure," I replied as I took a step back. "Where's the nearest bathroom? I need to clean this off."
"I’ll come with you," she said, grabbing a flashlight.
We walked slowly through the corridor and then into a small bathroom.
“We can take that shower now,” she suggested.
"The water's working?"
"It should be. The system is completely unrelated to electricity."
She was right. We propped the flashlight on the sink and showered together, taking our time soaping each other up. I couldn’t get enough of her, but the shower was too small to fool around in it.
Then we dried off quickly and went back to the living room.
Hannah immediately put on her dress. I only slid on my boxers as she headed to the window, gasping when she saw the glass. "Oh my God. That’s the shape of my ass.”
"That gives me ideas."
"I bet it does." She turned around. Even though I couldn't see her face because my body was blocking the flashlight, I had a hunch that she was worrying about something. Her shoulders were up to her ears.
“What’s wrong?”
"Nothing. I bet you've never been trapped for a night at a woman's home."
“Hannah, even if I could leave you now, I wouldn't. I mean it." Then I cleared my throat. "Would you want me to leave?"
"No, not when you promised to do more delicious things to me against that window. I’m just wondering where to sleep. The couch is a pullout. Or we can use the bedroom on the ground floor. I have to search for bedding, though. And a cover.”
"I'll keep you warm."
She laughed. "That's a genius idea. Why didn't I think about it?"