5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Millie
I wake up deliciously sore, a large, male hand laying on my naked stomach. Memories of last night make me smile. I’m a little light-headed from all the wine, so I gently get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to pee. I wash my face and brush my teeth, feeling more awake.
Back in the bedroom, I pick up Chase’s shirt off the floor and shrug it on, inhaling the delicious musky and spicy scent, like sandalwood and cinnamon. It’s comforting, like he’s still wrapped around me.
I walk to check on Peanut, finding him with a full bowl of food and his little body tucked in his bed. Chase must have woken up in the middle of the night to feed him. I smile, my heart swelling with affection as I head back to the bedroom and kiss Chase’s forehead.
He stirs and wakes up. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmurs, then notices I’m dressed in his shirt. “That looks good on you,” he says, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Good morning,” I reply, my cheeks warming.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” he asks, looking genuinely curious.
“I was just about to make us breakfast,” I explain, but he tugs me back onto the bed. I collapse on top of him, laughing loudly.
“I have other ideas,” he says, and I feel the desire tighten in my belly as I climb onto his lap, straddling him. He slides his hand beneath his shirt to find me naked.
“I could get used to seeing you in my clothes,” he says, bringing my head down to kiss me. His lips are soft and I can’t get enough.
“You cheated,” he says, pulling back slightly. “You taste like mint toothpaste.”
I laugh, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth. “God, you feel good,” I murmur, feeling him hard beneath his boxers. I rock against him, eliciting a groan.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he says, his voice husky with need.
“Ditto,” I whisper, pushing the blankets lower. His eyes widen as he watches me.
“What are you doing?” he asks, curiosity mixed with desire.
I smile, pulling his boxers down. “I have my own ideas,” I say, lowering myself to give him a blowjob. His warm brown eyes light up and then turn dark with pleasure as I take him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Millie,” he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. I work him with my mouth, loving the way he reacts to every touch, every lick. His hips buck and I hold him steady, taking him deeper.
“Jesus,” he gasps, his breath ragged. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I want him unhinged for me. I can tell that he is wrestling with his control and I want to be the one to make him lose it.
I look up at him, my eyes meeting his. Then I reach down, massage his balls and watch him lose the control he is trying so hard to keep.
“ Fucking hell,” he growls as I take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat twice, his saltiness coating my tongue.
I groan, watching the effect of the sound reverberate through him.
He shudders, his climax hitting hard as he comes down my throat. I swallow every drop, feeling a surge of satisfaction.
He pulls me up, kissing me deeply. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my lips. His hands roam my body and I feel like I’m on fire.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I reply, laughing softly. “But I really should make breakfast.”
“Later,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Right now, I need you.”
I smile, straddling him again. “Your wish is my command.”
He peels his shirt off me, his eyes hooded with desire. “Do you have a spare condom?” he asks, his voice low and urgent.
I reach for one in my nightstand, feeling the anticipation build. “Here,” I say, handing it to him.
He reaches out to take the condom, but I pull back.
“Actually, let me,” I say, looking at his cock, which is semi-hard and wet with my saliva. I tear into the condom wrapper and roll it onto him, giving him a little squeeze that makes him groan.
“Millie,” he says, his voice strained, “I have to get inside you now.”
I climb onto his lap, guiding him inside me. The sensation is overwhelming and I can’t help but gasp as I hold onto his shoulders and start to rock. He feels so good inside me, stretching and filling me perfectly.
“Do you like being in control?” he asks, his hands gripping my waist, moving me.
I just nod, too lost in the pleasure to form words. He reaches out to rub me, making me slicker and I moan at the added stimulation.
“Play with your tits,” he says, his voice commanding. “Make yourself come.”
I obey, my hands moving to my breasts, teasing my nipples as he fucks me from below. The feeling of his hands on my waist, controlling my movements, is intoxicating.
“Fuck, Millie,” he groans, his eyes dark with lust.
My orgasm starts to build, a delicious tension low in my belly. I throw my head back, moaning loudly. He surprises me by flipping us, pinning me on my back. The sudden change of direction makes me a little dizzy and I close my eyes to steady myself.
“Maybe you have reasons why you like doing things for yourself,” he says, his voice a rough whisper, “but in bed, you’re going to know whose boss.”
He leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth and tugging as he thrusts deeply into me. I slide up the bed, crumpling against the headboard as he drives into me. The pleasure is balanced on the edge of pain and my nerve endings are singing with it.
He leans forward and nips at my neck, making a growling noise as he does so. The sensation sends me over the edge and I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
“Chase,” I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Oh my God.”
He doesn’t let up, his movements relentless, driving me higher and higher. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his breath hot against my skin.
I can barely think, my mind a haze of pleasure. “I can’t—” I start, but he cuts me off with a deep, hungry kiss.
“Yes, you can,” he murmurs against my lips, his pace quickening. “Come for me again, Millie. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me and I feel another orgasm building. My nails dig into his back and I arch against him, desperate for more.
“That’s it,” he whispers, his voice thick with need. “Let go for me.”
I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release. I cry out his name over and over as waves of pleasure wash over me with incredible force. The neighbors can probably hear every sound we’re making, but I don’t care. He groans, his own orgasm overtaking him and I feel him pulse inside me.
We stay like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync. Slowly, he pulls out and collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“That was incredible,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
I smile, feeling completely and utterly sated. “Yeah, it was.”
He kisses my forehead, his lips soft and tender. “I think I could get used to waking up like this.”
“Me too,” I reply, snuggling closer to him. “But next time, I get to be in charge again.”
He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that makes my heart flutter. “We’ll see about that. Now how about I take you out for breakfast?”
***
Peanut scampers in front of us as we walk to Doddle, a breakfast spot Chase recommended. It’s pet-friendly, which is perfect for us. As soon as we sit down, Peanut starts chewing on his toy bone, blissfully unaware of the world around him.
“I didn’t even know a pet-friendly place was so close to my apartment,” I say, smiling at Chase.
He grins back. “One of the benefits of going out with a vet.”
“So, is this a date?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Nope,” he replies, winking. “I’ll take you on a proper date tonight.”
The waitress comes over, giving Peanut an affectionate glance before turning to us. “What can I get you two?”
Chase orders a black coffee and a stack of blueberry pancakes. I go for a hot chocolate and avocado toast. The waitress nods and heads off, leaving us in comfortable silence.
Just as I’m about to ask him something, his phone rings. “Give me one second,” he says, standing up and walking a few steps away.
I watch him, admiring the way his pants cling to his thighs. He looks so damn hot. If anyone had asked me a few months ago if I’d be sitting here with a puppy and a vet, I’d have laughed. I silently thank my dad for pushing me to get out more.
I pull out my phone and snap a quick picture of Chase’s back, sending it to Jade. Almost instantly, she replies with whistling emojis. She’s been so supportive since she learned Chase was coming over for dinner.
Chase returns, finding me mid-text. He kisses my forehead and sits down. “Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, but then his smile fades slightly. “I need to get to the clinic around noon. I have a client.”
“Can I ask who?” I ask, curious.
He leans in, lowering his voice. “One of my client’s rats seems to be coming down with something.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You have the most interesting job.”
He grins. “Not always. But it does mean I need to swing by my apartment for a change of clothes.”
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
“Wanna come with?” he asks, taking my hand.
“Sure,” I reply, squeezing his hand back.
Our breakfast arrives and we dig in. Peanut looks up from his toy occasionally, but he’s more interested in it than our food.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I ask between bites.
“Well, after the clinic, I thought we could go for a walk in the park. There’s a spot I think you and Peanut would love.”
“That sounds great,” I say, genuinely excited. “And tonight?”
“Tonight,” he says, giving me a mischievous smile, “is a surprise.”
We finish our breakfast, chatting about random things. It’s easy and comfortable, like we’ve known each other forever.
After paying the bill, we head out. Chase gets us an Uber to his apartment, which is on the other side of town. We drive toward the Gold Coast and I’m surprised, realizing abruptly how rich he probably is. We pull up to a sleek high-rise building and my jaw drops. The lobby alone looks like something out of a magazine—marble floors, modern art and a chandelier that must’ve cost a fortune.
Chase opens the door to his place and I’m hit with how masculine and tidy it is. Everything is black or dark grey, from the furniture to the decor. It’s minimalistic but luxurious, with high ceilings and huge windows that offer a stunning view of the city. “Make yourself at home,” Chase says, heading to his bedroom to change.
I sit on the couch, which is ridiculously comfortable and watch Peanut explore. He finds a spot in the sun and looks ready for a nap. I pull out my phone and send another text to Jade, telling her about our breakfast and the plans for the day. She replies with a string of heart emojis.
Chase comes back out, dressed in an all-black outfit—black jeans, a black fitted tee, and black boots. He looks even better, if that’s possible. “Ready to go?” he asks, holding out his hand.
“Yep,” I say, taking it. Then he spots Peanut. “Actually, I was going to take my bike to work. You can just hang out here if you want and I can come pick you up later.”
“I had no idea you rode,” I say, intrigued.
“I’ll take you for a ride one of these days,” he promises.
“Why would you let me stay here alone? I could rob you,” I tease.
He kisses me, making my knees weak. “You can take whatever you want,” he says, smirking. “I’ll be back later. Make yourself at home.”
“Okay,” I say, still a little breathless from the kiss. He grabs his motorcycle helmet and heads out the door. As soon as he leaves, I start to snoop around.
The place is huge, with a massive open-plan living area, a state-of-the-art kitchen and floor-to-ceiling windows that make the place feel even bigger. Peanut runs around, exploring every corner. I find myself in Chase’s bedroom, fingering his shirts in the closet. Everything smells like him—musky and spicy, like sandalwood and cinnamon.
An hour later, my phone buzzes. It’s a picture from Chase of the pet rat, which is actually really cute. He texts: Got some deliveries coming your way. Need anything?
I’m good, thanks.
Okay. Be back soon.
A few minutes later, I get another text.
Delivery on the way.
Attached to the text is a screenshot of some treats for Peanut and some cans of Olippop Peach.
How’d you know my favorite drink?
Saw them in your fridge.
He adds a heart emoji and I smile. It feels so good being around someone so attentive. I think about how Ryan, my ex, got me a silver bracelet for my birthday last year, even though I’d worn only gold for the four years we were together.
Chase almost reminds me of...I shake the memory away. That was the past. It’s been three years since then.
This is now.
The deliveries arrive just as I am walking around his bedroom. I tip the delivery guy and bring the package inside.
Thank you for the deliveries. I’m about to abuse your hospitality by taking a shower.
Send pics.
I laugh and text back:
Come home.
I head to his bathroom, which is as amazing as the rest of the place. The water pressure in the shower is perfect and I let the hot water wash away the remnants of last night’s wine.
After the shower, I slip into one of his shirts, which almost reaches my knees. I feed Peanut, then slide onto the sofa and open up an audiobook to play out loud as I sip on my drink. The story is engrossing and before I know it, an hour has passed.
My phone buzzes again. It’s Chase.
On my way back. Miss me?
Yes.
When he walks through the door, he looks tired but happy to see me. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, pulling me into a hug.
“Hey,” I say, my face pressed against his chest. “How was your appointment?”
“Interesting, as always,” he replies. “Ready for our proper date tonight?”
“Can’t wait,” I say, looking up at him. He kisses me and everything else fades away.
We spend the rest of the afternoon lounging around his apartment, fucking , talking and laughing. Peanut naps in the sun spot on the floor, completely content.
I could get used to this.