Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Jewel licked her lips as Chase stroked his cock and stepped to the edge of the bed.
"Is this what you want?" His voice was harsh, rough, as if he were already on edge, and it sent a thrill through her.
"Yes," she whispered.
"For how long?" he asked. She glanced up at his tone, surprised by the vulnerability, hurt, and… was that hope?
Her cheeks flushed. "Just for tonight. Is that alright?"
She didn't need or want a relationship right now, not when she was still dealing with trying to get Destini down here, not when she didn't even know who her father was.
Even though it wasn't just her body that craved this man. There was no denying he was a man now in every sense of the word. Her eyes drifted down his body, a solid wall that could hold her and keep her safe. The scars were a testament to his ability to fight and keep her safe. They were untold stories of survival, pain, and resilience that she wanted to trace with kisses.
Knowing that he must've gotten them in prison sent a protective streak through her like lightning. Combined with his tense shoulders and defiant expression, she melted at the realization that he thought she'd reject him again.
Not tonight.
He grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly, making the breath catch in her throat. "I can't deny you anything, my Jewel. You know that. If this is what you want, I'll give it to you for as long as you can take it."
She smirked and shifted onto her knees on the edge of the bed. "Oh, is that so? You think you know how much I can take?"
She drew closer until his dick was mere inches from her stomach and slid her hands up the side of his thighs to his waist as she stood. His body followed hers until they were facing each other. He hissed a breath, the heat between them crackling like electricity, raw and untamed. His hands came up to thread through her hair, not pulling, just holding and entwining with her curls in a silent promise of barely restrained control.
His dick bobbed in front of her, and she wrapped her fingers around him.
He sucked in a sharp breath. "Fucking hell."
"My, my, someone's missed me at least," she murmured, stroking slowly as his hands clenched at her hair involuntarily.
"Think you can handle me?" His voice was a low growl, dangerous and promising and matching his flashing eyes that searched hers.
She licked her lips and squeezed the tip, rubbing the pre-cum around it. "Try me."
In one swift motion, he tossed her on the bed. She landed on her hands and knees, and she gasped, the anticipation zipping through her and making her pussy weep for him. The bed creaked beneath them, a counterpoint to their ragged breathing. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin just hard enough to leave marks.
Chase leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "You have no idea what I've been wanting to do to you."
Her only response was a low moan that seemed to vibrate through them both.
His hands slid down her spine, each touch sending shivers across her skin. His rough and calloused fingers traced every curve. She arched her back, pushing into his touch, wanting more. He made her wait, exploring her back and cupping her ass with deliberate slowness.
She licked her lips. "What—what have you been wanting to do?"
His fingers traced the line between her cheeks, and she widened her knees, dipping her face to the bed with a moan as she offered herself up to him like a bitch in heat. Her breath caught as his fingers dipped between her legs.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, sliding two fingers inside her, the slowness making her push back against him in a need that had built too fast to end in anything but explosive combustion.
"This is what I've dreamed of. I've lain awake at night for years thinking about how responsive you are. Look at you, already grinding back on my hand, practically begging for it."
She fisted the blanket and turned her head to the side. "Is that what you want? You want me to beg?"
His fingers speared her again, her toes curling along with his fingers, making her tense and spasm as it built. He worked her slowly at first, building a rhythm that made her tremble.
He hummed, his voice casual but deep as he said, "Eh, couldn't hurt, I suppose. Why don't you try it and see what happens?"
She pushed back on his hand, and she licked her lips. "Please," she gasped as he went deep, making her crave—"More."
His hand at her waist eased over her stomach and down her body to find her clit. She rolled her hips, showing him how to play with her as she hissed, "Yes, right there. Please."
He chuckled behind her, and she felt a finger tease her ass. "Did I find it this time? I've always appreciated your directions in this. Good to see nothing's changed."
Except everything had changed. They weren't the same people they were before. She closed her eyes, not knowing if that was good or bad, not able to identify any other emotions right now except the raw need for him that was building with every swipe of his finger on her clit.
"Yes, yes, there, please, I need more."
"More?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
She nodded, her breath coming in soft, short pants, bucking wildly beneath him. She was so close, riding a near-painful need for something more.
"That's it. Come on my hand, my Jewel."
Her hair covered her face on one side, the blanket hiding the other. Eyes closed, her need grew, but at his words, she leaped to obey. Her entire body vibrated in response, and he crooned at her, coaxing her orgasm.
Her breath caught in her throat, then her world exploded into a million pieces. No, not her world. Her soul, her very being, all she'd known shattered.
"Yes, atta girl. Come on, my Jewel."
Her toes curled and her back arched as she came. Pleasure shot through her at his touch, his words, setting her body on fire as sensation ripped through her. She thrashed and moaned, lost in her climax, stripped of her usual control.
She clenched around him, his soft voice barely heard as he said, "That's it, that's my good girl. Such a tight pussy you have. That's it, squeeze it, give me some more, that's it."
His hands, his touch, his words knit her back together again, a new creature, body shaking, breath heaving, knees trembling to keep her upright. Her bones went liquid, and her soul shivered in contentment as she fell onto her stomach, displacing his hand.
It was probably minutes later before her breathing calmed enough to process her reality. He laid on his side next to her, his hand lazily tracing the curve of her back, her shoulder, trailing down her spine to her ass. With one leg bent away from them, his fingers dipped down to spear her from behind.
Her walls fluttered around him, and her back arched as she whimpered, trying to drive his fingers deeper.
He chuckled. "Use your words, my Jewel. More?"
She nodded and licked her lips as she swallowed past the dry cotton mouth that came with her orgasm. "Yes," she croaked, swallowing again and clearing her throat. "Yes, please. I—I need…"
"What do you need?" he asked, and the tone made her eyes flutter open unseeing. He meant more than just in this moment, but she wouldn't—couldn't—answer him. Not now, maybe never.
Instead, she kept it physical.
"You. I need you to stretch me, give me your dick, make me so full I see stars."
He pulled his fingers out and gripped her hips, sliding a pillow under her and positioning himself at her core. For a moment, he paused, stroking his dick up and down her wet slit and making her ache. She widened her knees and grunted. He pushed his heavy, thick dick into her opening, but was too shallow, his thrusts too fast and still teasing.
"Now," she demanded.
He thrust into her hard, filling her completely and making her scream. He groaned, a sound of pure satisfaction, the sound barely registering around her. He filled her so completely, scalding her, making her pussy burn at the friction that she craved so much. She was stretched alright, and she squeezed down, trying to trap him inside.
He paused at the hilt, his hips hitting her ass and pressing her into the pillow. His hands settled near her head, caging her in and making her flutter again. She whimpered and pushed back, trying to drive him deeper as he slid back. Before she had a chance to breathe and miss him, he slammed forward, filling her.
They both cried out again, her in a mix of pain and pleasure, him in raw, primal satisfaction. The fullness was overwhelming, electric. Her fingers clutched the bedsheets, twisting them into tight knots as he began to move.
Each stroke was calculated, precise. He wasn't just fucking her; he was claiming her. Every inch of his body remembered her, knew exactly how to make her tremble. His hands gripped her hair, tugging slightly as his head dipped near her ear.
He growled, both of them beyond words now as pleasure racked her body with each firm thrust. He pistoned harder, his dick slicking in and out. She was trapped between torment and ecstasy, but her body ached, demanding more and more until she was moaning, loudly begging to be filled completely.
His thrusts grew rougher, sending her reeling into the bed where he pinned her. Unable to escape, it made her orgasm draw closer, her body going tighter. His cock was ruthless, plowing into her and driving so deep she saw stars. Delicious friction penetrated every nerve, building and growing and mounting like wildfire sweeping through her.
So close, she chased him like his name demanded, slamming her hips back and meeting him thrust for thrust. He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, sending her over the edge.
She came with a loud scream, her body convulsing around him, muscles clenching and pulling him deeper. Chase groaned, his rhythm faltering as her orgasm milked his cock. With a few more brutal thrusts, he swelled inside her, filling her completely and making her spasms continue.
Her body shuddered, heart pounded, and the fire licked her from the inside out. Every nerve ending quivered, and for several moments, they remained locked together, both breathing heavily. Chase's weight pressed her into the mattress, his forehead resting against her shoulder. He began to kiss her shoulder softly, slowly, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before.
Eventually, he rolled to the side, spooning her even as he slipped out and left her feeling empty. Jewel knew she should move, should create some distance, but her body felt boneless and heavy. Her eyes remained closed in exhaustion, physical, mental, and emotional. His arm draped possessively around her waist and up between her breasts, his hand settled over her heart.
He breathed a contented sigh into the hair at her nape, and she nestled her ass closer to him until they were melded together from entwined ankles to shoulders.
"Just for tonight," he murmured into her hair, his voice a mixture of statement and question.
She said nothing, her eyes flying open. Jewel knew they would have to talk, eventually. About prison. About Destini. About whatever this was between them. She'd prefer to deal with one problem at a time, and she needed time to recover from the crisis of today.
His breathing evened in sleep, his body relaxing behind her. Her eyes flickered closed again, even though her heart still raced with such an unknown future.