20. Chasing the Storm #2
She shushes me, undoing my belt. Her fingers move quick, working the button and zipper, that little line between her brows making her look so goddamn hot I almost lose it. I shift lower, ass nearly sliding off the edge of the chair, ready for her mouth.
But she doesn’t dip down.
She stands.
My cock’s rock hard now. We lock eyes.
She kicks off her sandals. Slow. Deliberate.
Oh.
I lick my lips as she pulls down her underwear and hikes up her skirt. That familiar scent hits me hard, curling into my nose, and my mouth waters on instinct. The memory of her taste clenches my jaw as I lean forward, ready to devour her all over again.
But she grabs my wrists before I can reach her. Forces them back down to my sides. Her eyes are wild, locked on mine, burning with the same hunger that has my cock throbbing behind my zipper.
She climbs into my lap, legs wide enough to straddle me on the chair .
“We have to be quick.”
Her hand slips into my boxers and frees my throbbing cock.
“We have to be quiet.”
I nod hard, biting the inside of my lip and give a vigorous nod. I’m so fucking hot for her, there’s not a question how long I’ll last.
And when she lowers herself onto my cock, taking it in all the way, I have to bite down harder to keep from groaning out loud.
My fingers press into the soft flesh of her ass, gripping her like I’ll drift into the fucking void if I let go.
She starts to move, and all I can do is hold on.
Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips quiver with a breathy moan.
Her full lips. Perfectly pink and supple.
My grip tightens, and I guide her back and forth on top of me, faster, pushing down on her hips so she’ll go harder.
I lean forward, crashing my mouth into hers to swallow every last needy whine that comes out.
The kiss is greedy, as if we’ve waited too long and know we’ll never get enough.
That’s how it always is with her, I’m starting to learn.
I drink in her sweetness, massaging her tongue with my own before nipping at her bottom lip.
The action gets an immediate moan from her, and her pussy walls clench around my cock.
I bury my face in her neck, trailing wet kisses all the way up, then across her collar bone, dragging my lips over any inch of exposed skin I can find. I’m starving for it, for her.
Her brows furrow lightly in concentration as she picks up the pace, working my cock with every roll and release of her hips. I tense up, feeling that familiar tingling start in my toes and crawl along my spine. My balls tighten, and a choked-up moan ripples from my chest. It’s coming.
“I’m going to come,” I pant against her shoulder. Her only response is a shaky whimper as she speeds up her movement. I can tell by how tight her pussy is around me, pulsing, that she’s close too.
The pressure building finally breaks, ripping through me in hard, uncontrollable jerks.
My thighs tense, feet braced to the floor, as Chloe keeps moving on top of me, gripping me tight with every roll of her hips.
She’s right there with me, her own orgasm crashing into her in waves until she collapses against my chest, breathless and shaking.
Her hips slow but don’t stop, and the way her pussy keeps pulsing around me drags every last drop from my cock until I come with a low, strangled groan.
“You said we had to be quick,” I whisper against her shoulder, brushing damp tendrils of hair from her neck. I can still feel her, warm and wet around my softening cock. I don’t want to move.
She lets out a low chuckle and looks at me through lashes that don’t try to hide what she wants. She looks good enough to eat, and my brain goes straight to the memory of her clit on my tongue. The way she moans when I’ve got her pinned and begging.
My cock, still inside her, twitches. Getting hard again.
Instead of riding it out with me, she stands, pulling the slick warmth of her pussy from my lap. I reach for her, craving more, but she steps out of reach.
“It’s the middle of the day,” she says, slipping into her underwear and fixing her outfit.
I laugh incredulously. “It was the middle of the day a minute ago when I made you come.”
“Is it safe to come in?” Chase calls from the other side of the door, making both Chloe and me flinch.
She stifles a nervous laugh, watching as I stumble about to get my clothes in order. There’s a mischievous gleam in her eye, one that says she’s enjoying this a little too much, and it makes me want to kiss the shit out of her.
So that’s what I do.
She sucks in a startled breath as I pull her into my arms and crush her lips with mine. There’s no fight, only surrender. Her lips parted, tongue gently accepting my invitation.
“I knew it! Brody, you dog.” It sounds like his face is pressed right up against the door.
We break apart, and she lightly touches her lips to make sure every trace of the kiss is gone.
The crimson flush in her cheeks is a badge of honor that I mentally attach to the lapel on my suit jacket. I don’t care that Chase is right outside, drawing all kinds of crazy conclusions about what we’ve been up to in here.
“I’m glad we could clear that up,” I say, tucking my shirt into my pants. “That thing that brought you storming in here? I’m guessing we’re good…”
At first, she’s confused, but slowly, realization dawns, and her features open up with a smile. “Oh, right, that.”
I bite back a grin, proud that my superior skills in conflict resolution have successfully wiped it clean from her memory.
“Okay, I’m coming in,” Chase calls out, louder than necessary. “I hope to God you two are decent. And if not… well, dibs on the next round.”
Chloe’s eyes go wide. My stomach bottoms out. The doorknob jiggles.