Chapter 17 #2
His thighs are thick and muscled from hard work and walking.
And—hello—his erection proudly tents the front of his underwear.
Feeling it against my stomach is one thing; seeing it covered by a thin layer of cotton is quite another.
I want to tear off his boxers and see it in the flesh. Touch it. But Chaz has other plans.
He slides back over me, his skin scorching, his weight a welcome and indomitable force as he settles between my legs, letting me feel every inch of him through the fabric.
“That’s better,” he murmurs against my lips, taking my mouth in a kiss so voracious that my shallow pants struggle to reach my lungs.
But I don’t care. Breathing is overrated when it’s Chaz kissing the life out of me. My hands glide down his wide back. Our chests and torsos press together, making my heart sigh and my body burn.
“You feel good,” I say breathlessly when he lets me up for air.
His gaze fuses to mine, the flicker of flames dancing over his face, lighting up the white scar on his eyebrow. “I’ve wanted you this way, beneath me, against me, since the moment I saw you.”
“And here I thought you were attracted by my choking fit.”
“That too.” He grins. “I was tempted to hop across the counter and give you mouth-to-mouth.”
“I would have died.” I laugh. “You made me so nervous.”
“I know. But I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad at the time.”
“I wasn’t sure either. You aroused all these feelings that I didn’t know I was capable of having.”
“I’m honored to have awaked your hidden passion,” he murmurs in that deep, decadent voice of his, nibbling at my throat, tracing the small moles on my neck as if he finds them fascinating. “I’m going kiss my way down to your panties, then suck on your nipples, if that’s all right with you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Is that a yes, baby? I need you to tell me.”
“Yessss.”
His lips blaze a path to my ear, his tongue electrifying my nerve endings.
Feeling adrift, my body weightless, I cling to his back.
My fingertips dig into him as he teases—nipping at my collarbone, kissing the swell of my breasts with feather-like strokes, following a trail of invisible crumbs toward my nipples, stopping short of what I’m aching for.
“Chaz.” My voice trembles.
His grin is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and relishes every minute of it.
“I still have a way to go.” He continues his blissful torment, moving down the center of my torso, splintering my thoughts into a thousand incoherent pieces as his lips and tongue—a magical combination—cover my skin in wet heat.
He pauses at the waistband of my panties, breathing me in.
“I could eat you up,” he rasps, circling his tongue around my navel before climbing back up my body.
“Please,” I beg, my nipples so hard they could drill holes.
“Please, what, Blue? Tell me what you want.”
“Suck them, please.”
“Soon.” He cups my breasts with a firm, gentle squeeze. His thumbs circle the pert tips, then tug the hard lengths with his fingers as if he memorized everything I said last night.
For long minutes, he teases me over and over again. When I try to draw his head down, he pinions my wrists in one big hand and anchors them above me while treating my breasts and neck to leisurely, whispered kisses.
“Chaz,” I pant. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me either. I’m going to suck them now,” he promises. “Are you ready?”
I’ve been ready for ages, but I can only nod.
He lowers his mouth, and my body arches to hasten the contact.
“Watch me,” he whispers when I start to close my eyes.
Riveted to his slow descent, I watch his tongue dart out.
The first flick is pure fire. I’m dimly aware of my whimpering moans as the shock of heat and the velvety drags of his tongue send my system haywire.
My hands are in his afro before I realize he’s let me go.
My body bows with white-hot pleasure as his mouth executes a firm, gentle suction that radiates straight to my core.
His groans vibrate against me as he moves to my other breast, rolling his tongue around the tip, building me up until I’m mindless and crazily turned on. I tug at his underwear, trying to get them off.
Breathing hard, he lifts away and shoves down the front of his boxer briefs. It’s beautiful—hard, long, and thick, the wide head, round and smooth.
“Can I touch?” I ask, finding it hard to form words.
He guides my hand around his penis and sucks in a ragged curse as I trace the rope of veins beneath the silky skin. I’ve never felt anything like the weight of it. Much like Chaz himself, it’s big and powerful.
“Will you show me how to make you come?” I murmur, the thought of it thrilling.
“Christ, Lex.” Sweat trickles in the hollow of his throat. “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes. Show me.”
“Make your hand wet,” he rasps. “With you. I want the juice from your pussy on me.”
Aroused by his command and the thready need in his voice, I release him to slide my hand inside my panties.
Another first—something I’ve never done in front of anyone.
He watches me gather the wetness from my cleft, his breath coming in staccato clips.
With my fingers coated in my own essence, which is more erotic than I anticipated, he takes my wrist and brings my hand to his lips.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, sucking one finger into his mouth and closing his eyes as if in bliss. “You even taste like vanilla.”
Everything he does and says ratchets up my desire until I’m shaking with it.
He shifts into an upright position and urges me to straddle his thighs. “I need to see your face, touch you, and kiss you while you make me come. I need you right here.” His chest is heaving as he lowers me onto his lap.
I press my knees into the cushion and gingerly wrap my hand around him.
“Tighter,” he groans, his mouth seeking mine, his kiss demanding and lusty as his hands knead and squeeze my breasts.
Doing as he asked, I make a tight fist and stroke him from root to tip, up and down.
“Just like that, baby. Jack me hard.”
Spurred on by his pleasure and the drop of pre-come pearling at the slit, I jerk him harder and faster. I love how his touches and kisses grow rougher as the impending force of his orgasm overwhelms his self-control.
My hand works fervently, desperate for his climax. His groans escalate, and his cock throbs with every pump of my fist. Stripped raw, all restraint gone, he gives me what I’ve been waiting for—what I need.
“Ah, fuck, Lex. I’m going to come so hard.
” His eyes lose focus, his jaw clenches, and his muscles go rigid just before the orgasm tears through him.
Shudders wrack his entire body with the power of his release as he spurts hotly over my hand.
His guttural noises and breathless praise are more gratifying than he could know.
I wanted to do this—bring him to this point—even if I can’t get there myself. I keep pumping until there’s nothing left. Then, rubbing my fingers over his damp head, I kiss him tenderly, soothing him through the aftershocks until his body goes lax.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Yeah.” His mouth twitches in a crooked, sated smile. “Wow.”
I kiss him again, feeling dazed and high.
He brushes his fingertips across my cheek. “Let me make you come.”
“No need. That was perfect just the way it was.”
“Lex.” I hear the angst in his voice. “I’m not okay with this being one-sided. I want to give you pleasure too.”
“You did,” I say reassuringly. “Everything we did tonight was incredible. I wasn’t panicked or in my head. I was just here . . . with you.”
“That’s good, baby. But I want you to experience an orgasm too.”
“Hopefully, I will. But I don’t need that tonight.”
“Lex—”
“It’s okay, Chaz. We’ll have other nights for you to work your magic on me.”
“I like the sound of that.” A grin sneaks in, loosening his guilt and concern. He kisses me and lifts me off his lap, sitting me back on the couch. “I’ll be right back.”
I lounge there, my mind still quiet, while Chaz goes into the downstairs bathroom. I hear the toilet flush and the water running before he returns with a warm, damp cloth.
Kneeling on the floor between my legs, he wipes his come off my hand and where it dripped onto my stomach.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he whispers, nuzzling my breasts.
“I want to find every place that makes you moan, and when you’re ready, I want to give you an orgasm so explosive, you won’t even remember your name. ”
“I want that too.” An ache of hot longing fills me. “But what if it doesn’t happen?”
He cups my face, his expression so intent I believe this man would move mountains and slay dragons for me. “I won’t stop trying until we find what works for you. Just promise you won’t give up on yourself—or on us.”
“I promise.” Then, wrapping my arms around him, I realize the unspoken depths of emotion I’m beginning to feel for him.