Chapter Thirty-One
Hannah
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We only moved until Chase had enough space to close the door, and then we stopped. His hands were frantic, everywhere all at once. He pushed the jacket off my shoulder, letting it drop on the floor. I was burning for him already. I needed his touch everywhere on my body, especially between my thighs. He tugged at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head, and then his mouth was on my neck before trailing farther down. I pushed my pelvis against his, my body thrumming. It was all for him.
"Fucking hell. I need you right now," he said. He traced the straps of my bra with his fingers, then trailed them down my back, as if my body was his harp.
The truth was, I was his. He could do anything with me. I thought he was going straight for the clasp, but he didn't. Instead, he feathered his fingers on my lower back.
I moaned. "Chase, I need you to touch me.”
“I can't resist when you beg me like this."
I had no shame in doing it with him either.
When he finally unclasped my bra, the movement of the fabric against my nipples made me gasp.
"You're so sensitive already," he said, tossing my bra away. He pushed me farther back until I reached the pole of the staircase leading to the second floor. He moved his palms in a circle over my nipples. My whole body was on fire.
"Chase," I murmured. "Please! I need more. I want to touch you too."
I yanked his polo over his head and rained kisses down his torso. I loved feeling his heart pumping beneath my fingers and my mouth. How could his muscles be so damn sexy? I unclasped his belt, taking it off swiftly, then undid his jeans. I'd only managed to push them past his ass and cup his cock when he grabbed my wrist.
"No."
"Why?" I muttered in the dark.
"Not yet."
I stopped and moved my hands further up while he explored my neck and breasts, but then I reached for his cock again. I darted my hands into his boxers and brushed the crown with the heel of my palm.
"Hannah," he exclaimed. "You won't behave, will you?"
"I can't," I said.
He stepped back and then to one side, then lifted the belt. "Hold your hands behind you."
"What?"
"I told you, I don't want you to touch me for now."
I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but I held my hands behind me. He walked out of my field of vision, and then I felt the leather belt against my skin around both wrists and realized what he was doing.
He was tying me to the pole.
Holy shit.
I listened intently. The room was completely still. He touched my butt with both hands, then slid one around my outer thigh and straight to my pussy before repeating the movement with the other. It was so hot.
"You're wet. You like being tied up?"
"I had no idea until now," I said in a high-pitched voice.
He hadn’t tightened it too much, though I could move my hands very little.
Now that I was physically restrained from touching him, I wanted it so much more.
"Chase," I protested.
He kissed the side of my thigh, then farther up to my breasts, stepping back in front of me.
"First, you’ll come for me. Then you can touch me all you want."
I dropped my head back, internalizing his words. He stood in front of me without touching my body.
"What are you thinking about?" I murmured.
"About where I want to start exploring you, and how I want to make you come."
I gasped. He tilted closer until I felt the heat of his body, and it drove me insane. I needed contact, so I pushed my pelvis forward, slamming against him.
He groaned. "I guess I know where to start," he said in my ear, tugging at my earlobe with his teeth.
Then he covered my mouth and slid his hand between my legs at the same time. His other hand was on my hips, pressing me against my own wrists. I drenched my panties. He yanked them down with one hand and then pushed them to my knees. I couldn't widen my legs too much like this.
I protested. "I need them off, now."
"You're perfect just the way you are, enough for me to make you come."
He tortured me, drawing his fingers up and down slowly alongside my entrance, not touching my clit or sliding inside. His mouth was on my breasts, but I could barely feel it. The only nerve endings that seemed to be working were the ones in my pussy.
My knees weakened. My thighs were shaking. I squeezed the muscles in my ass, begging, "Please, please."
Then he obliged me. He pressed one finger on my clit, then moved it in slow motion. I felt like I was about to explode already. I rose on my toes, bucking forward.
"This is too much," I murmured.
"That's it, baby." He slid one finger inside me and pressed the heel of his palm on my clit. I was lost to the world. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I instantly came apart. My orgasm was fast, the pleasure spreading everywhere. I wasn't sure how I was standing anymore. Then again, maybe I wasn't, because I felt like I was floating. I wasn't aware of my surroundings. Then I zeroed in on Chase, now clutching my hips.
"I want to make you come like this every day for the rest of my life. Nothing compares to this."
"Can I touch you now?" I asked, tugging at the belt.
"No."
"But you said after I—"
"I didn't say how many times you had to come."
"Oh. How many times?”
"As many as I want."
He caressed my body, moving his hands everywhere he could reach from his standing position. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed my panties farther down. I swallowed hard as I stepped out of them. I hadn't even realized I still had them on.
"Now spread wide for me, beautiful."
He pressed his thumb on my clit at the same time I lifted my right leg. I lost my balance but then quickly found my footing.
"You're amazing and sexy," he muttered while he kept teasing my clit. Then he stopped touching me. Instead, he gripped both my hips, tilting my pelvis. When he pulled my clit within his lips, a shudder racked my entire body, making my legs unsteady again. Sweat dotted my skin. He completely rocked my world, first teasing my clit with his tongue, then pulling it between his lips. Then he gently slapped three fingers on it—I knew there were three because I felt the shape of them against my sensitive skin.
Lick.
Nip.
Slap.
Lick.
Nip.
Slap.
I could barely breathe. I could barely stand. Pleasure and tension were warring inside me, and I was at his mercy. I wasn't in control of anything. It was so damn freeing.
I dropped my head back, crying out. He pressed the flat of his tongue against my center until I finished coming, and then he immediately stood up, wrapping his arms around me and working on the belt.
"Let's get you into bed, love. You've gone all soft."
I kept my newly freed hands around his neck, walking slowly. He was right. I didn't know how else to describe the state my body was in. I'd never experienced this before.
As we entered the bedroom, I started coming back to myself, registering small details. His skin was hot, and there was a slight sheen of perspiration on the back of his neck. He wasn't wearing boxers either.
Well, look at that. He didn't let me take them off, but he had no problem doing it himself.
I sat down on the bed. His erection was right in front of me. I licked him once, from the base to the tip, and his hips jutted forward.
"Fucking hell, Hannah," he exclaimed. Then he climbed in bed, placing my ankles on his shoulders and shoving something under my ass. It felt like he'd bunched together some fabric, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was going to have him inside me soon.
He pushed in slowly, but I was too hungry for him. I tilted my pelvis, taking him in even deeper. He groaned and stilled. Then he showed me no mercy, not that I wanted any. I needed another release. Every thrust was harder and somehow deeper. I wasn't sure how this much pleasure was even possible. Perhaps it was because I’d already gone over the edge twice, but I was dangerously close again.
There was virtually no light in the room, not even the moonlight, but I somehow still managed to see the contour of his body, the slight hunch in his shoulders.
"I'm close," I murmured when I couldn't stave off the orgasm any longer.
The next second, he pressed one finger on my clit, and I combusted, crying out even louder than before.
I was certain I would lose my voice. Through my moans, I heard him too. The sounds he made were ferocious and primal, and I knew his release was exactly as delicious as mine was.
Exhaustion overwhelmed me almost immediately. I had a hunch that Chase was just as tired; he wasn't saying anything, simply caressed my hair.
I fell asleep and then woke up to pitch blackness. What time is it? It was clearly still night. I wondered what had woken me up. Then I felt his hand moving up and down my back. I was lying on my belly, hugging a pillow. I turned my head so I faced him. He was lying down too.
"Are you awake?" I whispered.
He laughed softly. "You think I'm touching you in my sleep?"
"I wouldn't put it past you," I teased.
"Sorry I woke you up. I thought if I was gentle enough, you wouldn't know."
"I don't think I was in deep sleep. What time is it?"
"It's two o'clock in the morning. Go back to sleep."
I blinked a few times. "No can do. I'm wide awake now so, by all means, keep touching me."
He rested his hand on my buttock and shifted closer. "Do you want to talk?"
"I've just realized what woke me up. We didn't discuss what you plan to do about, you know, the crisis."
He took in a deep breath. "I texted with my brothers."
"When?"
"About an hour ago."
"Did you sleep at all?" I asked him.
"No. You went out like a light, but I couldn't fall asleep."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
He kissed my forehead. "You're adorable when you're asleep, and I wore you out good."
I sighed. "That you did." I touched his chest and then his shoulders. He was tense, but I instinctively knew there wasn't anything I could do to truly help him relax. Not until the crisis was over.
"Want us to head back to the office?" I asked.
"No, there's no use. Everyone in bed right now, but we're meeting early tomorrow morning. The plan is to ambush Cyrus before handing him over to the commission."
"That sounds like a solid way to deal with it."
"I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all," he added.
"Hmm, what could we do for the rest of the night?" I asked. "Oh, I know. You brought all those marshmallows. We can't let them go to waste, can we?"
In the darkness, I felt him grin against my forehead. "No way, babe."
We dressed quickly and headed outside. I blushed furiously when we passed the staircase. I wasn't sure how I'd look at it again without remembering all the delicious things he did to me against that wooden pole.
He draped his jacket around my shoulders again as we stepped out. The fire was out, of course, but Chase stoked it back up in no time. He stepped behind me, curling his arms around my waist as I held the marshmallow stick over the fire, watching intently so it didn't burn.
"Why didn't you tell me you and my brothers were on to suspicious activity?" he asked.
"We wanted to make sure there was something there and that we didn't worry you for nothing."
"You don't need to protect me." His voice was a bit tight.
I turned around. "Hello, pot, I'm kettle. Didn't you just do the same with me?"
He growled. "That's different. You're mine to protect."
"Then the reverse is true as well."
He kissed my cheek, and I gasped as the marshmallows melted and fell off the stick.
"Oh no," I said, pushing him back playfully with my ass. "Look what you did."
He chuckled. "It's a good thing I brought a few bags."
"I agree."
We spent the next few hours roasting marshmallows and enjoying each other until the sun came up.
"It’s beautiful," I murmured as we sat on the back porch, watching the golden globe inch higher up in the sky.
Chase didn't reply at all. His chin was nestled in the crook of my neck, his arms wrapped around me.
I soaked in the peace and magic of the moment. We definitely needed it for the day ahead.