Chapter Fifteen #2
His hand dropped from her hip, not helping her at all. She understood. This was up to her. If she wanted him, she was going to have to do exactly as he said—take him.
He was leaving the ball in her court. On a visceral level, she got that once she took him inside her body, that was it. She was his. Just as he was hers.
Scooting back on her knees, Britt reached between her legs and took hold of his cock. It was so thick. Thicker than any she’d had before, and she couldn’t wait to know how it would feel inside her. He twitched under her hand, and she took the time to briefly run her pinkie finger over his balls.
“Stop fucking around,” Chad growled.
Feeling happier than she could ever remember being, Britt giggled. But she did as she was ordered and lifted up a little higher. She rubbed the head of his dick against her still extremely sensitive clit and jerked at the intense feeling.
“Put me inside, Peach. Do it. Now.”
Her belly clenched at the thought of using his cock as her own personal sex toy, getting off solely by rubbing it against her clit.
But she pushed that idea aside for another day and notched the head at her opening.
Then she began to lower herself over him.
Even with how wet she was, it was a tight fit.
And it stung a bit. Pressing her lips together, Britt took a deep breath.
Chad remained still as a stone under her, letting her take the lead, which she appreciated more than he could know. Still ...
She didn’t think she could do this on her own.
“Help me?” she whispered.
“How?” he asked, still not moving.
“Touch me. I need you to touch me.”
“Touch you how? Tell me,” he demanded.
“I don’t know! I need you. I love you. You’re just ... big! Bigger than I’ve ever had.”
He didn’t hesitate, easing his hand between them and stroking her clit.
The second he touched her, she jerked—and that pressed his cock inside her a little more. Closing her eyes, she began to move the way she had earlier, when she’d gotten off by rubbing against him.
“Open your eyes. Please. Look at me,” Chad said gruffly. “I want you to see who loves you. Who’s inside you.”
Britt’s eyes flew open, and she stared down at him as she continued to try to feed his monster dick inside her body slowly, bit by bit, as he strummed her clit.
“Last night before the storm, after you left me at my door, I masturbated,” she said softly.
“I imagined you kneeling over me, fucking me hard. I came so damn fast.”
“Show me how you imagined it. Move your hips, show me how I fucked you.”
That wasn’t a hard order to follow. Britt began to move her hips back and forth.
Up and down. She was so lost in the lust and love she saw in his eyes, the way she was feeling, the memory of her fantasy from last night, that she didn’t realize she’d taken all of him until she felt his pubic hair rubbing against her own.
His hand had moved out of the way, and she hadn’t even noticed.
“Look down, Britt. See how well you’ve taken all of me.”
She did, and the sight of him buried so deeply inside her body made her clench around him.
“You okay? I’m not hurting you?” Chad asked.
Britt shook her head.
Then he was touching her again, and she let out the breath she hadn’t even known she was holding. “I’m going to fuck you now. You good with that?”
Honestly, the way he kept making sure she was on board with this, that she wanted him, was both endearing and annoying at the same time. “Yes, Chad. I’m good with that. Please, take over.”
“With pleasure,” he breathed—then he gripped her hips hard, pulled her up his dick, and slammed her back down.
Britt let out a quiet screech. He rubbed places inside her that had never been rubbed before. The strength he showed in manipulating her body was equally impressive. All Britt could do was hang on and feel.
“Hold yourself there,” he ordered after a few minutes of lifting her up and down on his dick. Britt didn’t know if she could hold herself up, but she tightened her thigh muscles, determined to at least try.
Then, as she hovered over him, he fucked her from below. Watching his cock repeatedly appear and disappear into her body was as erotic as any sexy video she’d ever seen online.
He suddenly grabbed her hips and hissed, “Sit.”
She wanted to complain about being given an order like she was a dog, but deep down, she loved being told what to do. It took the pressure off. She didn’t have to think about her next move or wonder if it would please him.
Without hesitation, and feeling relieved that she didn’t have to try to hold herself up anymore, Britt lowered herself onto him slowly.
“Fuck me from the inside, Peach.”
Grinning, Britt did as asked. She tightened and loosened her inner muscles around his cock over and over. He grimaced, and if she didn’t feel him actually swell inside her, she might’ve thought she was hurting him. Then he gripped her almost painfully, groaned loudly, and came.
Power swept over her. She’d done that. She’d made him come with just her pussy muscles.
She was smiling huge but didn’t even care.
But before she could revel in her victory, his eyes popped open, and he reached up and pinched one of her nipples tightly, at the same time using the thumb on his other hand to rub circles over her clit.
She came almost immediately, her body confused about whether it was experiencing pain or pleasure.
His second groan as she rippled around his dick was almost as satisfying as the orgasm he’d given her. She wanted to collapse onto his chest in a sweaty, satisfied heap, but he held her up with a hand on her upper arm.
“I need to remove this condom,” he told her gently.
Shit, she’d almost forgotten. With a small moan, she started to lift herself off him, but before she finished the move, he rolled until she was under him. Then he pulled out of her, making her whimper with disappointment ... and a bit of relief. He really was thick.
He straightened to his knees as he deftly removed the condom and tied it off. Then he nonchalantly placed it on the bedside table and lowered himself over her.
But Britt couldn’t stop looking at the used condom on the table. That was ... gross.
“Um . . .”
He chuckled, and she felt it against her chest.
“You want me to get up and throw that away?” he asked.
“Do I want you to get up? No. Do I want to have that thing staring at me all night? Also no.”
“Need to put a trash can next to the bed,” Chad murmured. “Stay put. Don’t move. I mean it. Not one muscle.”
She nodded.
Chad got up, grabbed the condom, and wrapped it in a tissue. Then he walked butt-ass naked to the door and into the hall.
Britt was shocked. She stared at the door with her mouth open. When he returned, he had a washcloth in his hand. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, but it was no less impressive. It hung between his legs, swaying back and forth as he walked toward the bed.
“I can’t believe you went out there like that!” she exclaimed.
Chad chuckled. “My mom knows better than to come upstairs at night. Especially after what she walked in on tonight.”
“We weren’t doing anything,” Britt protested.
“We would’ve been if we’d had five more minutes. You know it, I know it, and my mom knows it. She’s thrilled. Trust me. If she wasn’t, she would’ve finagled you into having tea with her and made it clear she didn’t like the idea of the two of us together.”
Britt had a feeling he was right, but still.
“Open,” Chad ordered, as he held the washcloth over her pussy.
She could wash herself, but she did as he asked, sighing in pleasure at the feel of the warm cloth against her folds. She would be sore, that was for sure, but sex with Chad had been worth every second of discomfort.
He dropped the wet washcloth on the floor next to the bed—making Britt roll her eyes—maneuvered her onto her side, and snuggled up behind her, spooning her as if they’d done it every day of their lives. It felt right. Natural.
And Britt arched her back, pushing her butt into his crotch a little snugger.
“Wait, you didn’t wash yourself,” she said. It was easier to talk about this while she wasn’t looking at him.
“I know. I like how you smell on me. Didn’t want to wash you off.”
She didn’t know if she should be turned off by that or not. She decided she wasn’t.
They were quiet for a long moment before he nuzzled her hair. “Thank you,” he said softly.
Britt smiled. “You’re welcome.”
She felt as if she should be thanking him , but she was too tired.
She couldn’t remember how many orgasms she’d had, but she felt as if she’d been turned inside out.
It had been a long day after a crappy night’s sleep because of the storm.
She was half-asleep when she felt Chad kiss her shoulder.
It was an intimate and sweet gesture that was a perfect end to the day.