Chapter Twenty
Chase
Her lips parted, and her cheeks flushed.
The music shuffled randomly, but it didn't matter. Hannah and I could dance to anything.
"I keep dreaming about listening to 'Earned It' again but actually watching you take off your clothes," she murmured.
I pulled her close to me, flush against my chest. Her breath caught. "Already want me to strip naked, huh?"
She grinned. "Why did I ever suggest dancing?"
I put my mouth to her ear. "It's excellent foreplay."
I felt her sharp intake of breath before I whirled her around. Now her ass was pressing against my crotch. We moved in sync, mostly from our hips. I put a hand on her belly and felt a light tremble in her body. Pushing her hair to one side, I kissed the back of her neck, then moved my mouth to her ear again. "I wanted to dance with you just like this at the wedding. Fuck, I wanted to do so many things to you."
"What things?" she murmured.
I moved my hand from her waist, up to her chest. "I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and take you to my room. Explore you with my hands, my tongue, and give you so much pleasure that you'd never want to leave my bed."
Then I kissed her against the wall. I didn't have any self-restraint left; I'd used all of it already.
She moaned into my mouth, running her fingers in my hair, pulling at it. I deepened the kiss, putting both hands on her hips, pressing her to me. Then I unhitched her from the wall, walking her backward. I looked up from time to time, just to make sure I wasn't running us astray.
“I promise we’ll get to the bed tonight,” I murmured.
I stopped moving when we reached the bar counter, kissing her against it, then lifted her onto it. Fuck yes, now I could kiss her until she begged for my cock.
I put my hands on her ankles, then trailed them up to her knees and farther on her inner thighs. She was much smaller than me, but having her on the bar leveled the playing field. Her skin was insanely smooth. I moved my hands upward in circles, slowly, teasing her.
She groaned against my mouth, arching her back. I kissed her collarbone, placing my palm over her breast. Fuuuuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. There were some sort of support cups in the dress, because this was not her bare skin underneath. But it wasn't a bra.
I turned hard instantly and undid the zipper, pushing her dress to her waist. Then I covered one nipple with my mouth.
She gasped.
"Chase," she exclaimed, and then I flicked my tongue until she moved ever so slightly back and forth. She pressed her thighs against my sides, and I knew what she wanted. She needed to have her pussy touched right then. In fact, I wanted to do one better. I wanted to make her come just like that, dress bunched at her waist, panties still on.
I was so hungry to give this woman pleasure that I couldn't wait even a few minutes more, not even enough to take off her clothes. I ran my hands up and down her legs again, enjoying the way her skin had turned from silky smooth to goose bumps. Sliding one hand up her dress, I brought the other to the small of her back. Like this, I could tilt her pelvis exactly in the way I wanted, bringing her much closer to the edge of the counter, then dipping her slightly backward.
I realized I couldn’t lick her nipples at the same time as I worked her with my hand in this position, so I looked up and commanded, "Lie on your back."
She swallowed hard, glancing around. "Here?"
"Yes. I'm going to make you come here first, then on every other surface of my loft. Do you have anything against that?"
She shook her head and lay back, placing her arms at her sides and drumming her fingers against the counter as if she wasn't sure what to do with them.
I liked seeing her splayed open wide like this for me, following my orders. I was going to make her come so hard she’d be begging for more.
Bending at the waist, I sucked a nipple in my mouth while shoving my hand farther up her dress.
She clenched her thighs together, trapping my hand. I stopped working her nipple in my mouth to instruct her. "No. Spread your legs wide. I need access to your pussy."
She relaxed her legs and moved them farther apart.
I grazed two fingers over her pussy. Fucking hell. How could she be so wet already? All I'd done was play with her nipples.
I wanted to shove my pants down right then and bury myself inside her, but instead I moved my fingers over the fabric in a circular motion.
Her thighs started to shake.
"Chase!" she cried.
I rubbed her nipple with my tongue and her pussy with my fingers, touching her clit over her panties. She was so drenched, it felt almost as if it was skin on skin, but not quite. Not yet. I intended to make her come like this without even taking her panties off. She wasn't too far from that already. I held the key to her pleasure and played her body exactly like I wanted. I changed the rhythm of my fingers, moving up and down, then pressing slightly on her opening as if I was about to dip my fingers in before returning to rub her clit.
Hannah was beside herself by that point, so I increased the pace of my fingers around her clit, and then she came.
I took my mouth off her nipple, watching her writhe and beg.
“Chase, I need—ooooh!”
Fuck, she was coming and still begging for my cock. I wanted to take her to the bed since we hadn't managed that at the inn, but I was too desperate for her.
"Come on down, beautiful," I commanded.
She didn't hesitate, even though she was still trembling slightly. She stepped down to the floor, and then I turned her around, making her gasp.
"I need you," I said.
"Yes, yes, please. Don't make me wait any longer."
Hearing her beg was my undoing. I pushed my pants down and did the same with her underwear, then stopped right before I grabbed my cock at the base.
"Fuck, I need a condom."
She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyelids hooded. "Are you tested and clean? Because I am, and I have an IUD."
I swallowed hard, barely believing what I was hearing. "I am healthy," I confirmed.
"Then don't make me wait any longer, please," she said, then pushed her ass back a bit.
I was a goner. I couldn't even think straight. All I wanted was to feel her around me.
I pulled down her panties and pushed inside, intending to slide in slow, but she was so drenched that I went in all the way without holding anything back.
"Fuck. Fuck!" I exclaimed.
I blinked several times. The bar blurred in front of me, and for a few seconds, everything went dark. Then my vision returned, and I pulled back and slammed in again. She bent her right arm at the elbow, placing her face sideways on her hand. She closed her eyes and seemed to breathe out through her mouth. Her neck had a sexy flush to it.
I looked down between us, enjoying the way my cock disappeared inside her on every thrust. She dutifully took me all in. And then I felt her fingers around my cock.
"You're touching yourself. You're so damn gorgeous," I said, then commanded, "I want to watch."
She stopped moving her hand, and I nearly exploded. She was so damn amazing at following my orders.
"You want me to turn around?" she murmured.
"No, I'm not cruel, Hannah. I'll make you come like this, and then I'll watch."
She gasped, and I felt her pussy contract around me.
Yeah, that's right. This isn't the last orgasm I plan to give you tonight.
I moved faster, her fingers nudging my balls on every thrust. She cried out loud and didn't even attempt to muffle it.
Yes! Yes! I wanted her to scream the walls down. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.
I didn't slow down at all. Feeling and watching her come made me regain my control. The more I paced myself, the more pleasure I could give her. That was my one goal tonight. Once her inner muscles loosened a bit and she opened her eyes, I slid a hand between the bar and her torso, pushing her up to me while I was still inside her.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Come on, we’ re going to make it to the bedroom tonight."
"I don't think I can," she murmured.
I slid out of her and turned her around, then took her in my arms, putting her legs at my sides. I'd intended to nudge her clit with the tip of my erection, but I'd overestimated my self-restraint. I couldn't do it. Feeling her warm flesh against my erection was too much. I slipped back inside her, and she laughed, keeping her hands firmly on my biceps.
"You planning to walk around with me like this?"
"Hell yeah," I said. "Exactly like this."
"Okay," she purred, biting her lower lip.
I walked with her quickly up the staircase and climbed to the middle of the bed on my knees before putting her down. She spasmed around me once, and I was a goner.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed.
I’d overestimated myself. I wasn't going to last much longer.
I stilled for a few seconds, breathing in slowly, but it was no use. When I glanced down at her, she had a sated smile. She was still floating on a cloud of orgasmic bliss. I wanted to take her over the edge once more. I needed to. Her pleasure was interlaced with my satisfaction on a primal level.
"Touch yourself, Hannah. I want to see."
She moved her hand to her clit, brushing it. I memorized the way her fingers moved, growing even harder than before. I knew she was going to climax even before I did.
Then her entire body clenched, and she dug her heels into the mattress, pushing her pelvis up. She cried out, and I immediately followed suit, finally giving in to my release. It was so strong that I instantly knew I'd never forget this moment. My body felt like it was simultaneously breaking down and putting itself back together. It transcended mere pleasure. It was a hell of a lot more.
I gasped for air, watching her. Right then, I wasn't aware of anything else, not my body or my surroundings, but I couldn't stop watching her. She grounded me.
Tonight, Hannah was my connection to the world.