Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
CHASE
Having Caroline back in my arms was a deep relief.
She pressed her body to me as if she had no intention of letting go, and I held her tightly so she would know I wouldn’t let her anyway.
We had to get out of this hallway; we were in a thoroughfare and it was far from private, but I couldn’t resist pressing my lips to hers one more time. I meant it as a gesture to seal things off, but kissing Caroline Holliday wasn’t the thing to do to try and slow your heart rate. It was the opposite, especially when she hitched her leg over my hip and pressed her body into mine, wordlessly begging me to pick her up and put those lush legs around my waist.
She was only wearing a robe, and underneath, the panties with all the straps she’d revealed onstage. I’d never seen underwear so extravagant yet so meager.
Showbiz was a feat of engineering.
Caroline plastered her body to mine as she kissed, and the buckles in the harness that had been holding her balloons dug into me. I groaned and gripped her shoulders to put some space between us.
“Not here.”
She blinked, her eyes unfocused, which made me feel like a proud caveman. “Right,” she said, pulling up the robe that had slipped off her shoulder and shaking herself slightly. “You’re right.” She seemed adorably annoyed that we couldn’t have sex on the hard concrete of a public hallway. “I just need ten minutes to say goodbye to everyone and tell them I’ll see them tomorrow morning. Then can we head back to your apartment?”
I considered pulling the fire alarm to make it happen faster. Instead, I said, “Go talk to your friends. When you’re done, we’ll go back to mine and you can get out of those clothes, hey? They can’t be comfortable.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, eyes playful. “Do you think I’ll be more comfortable naked?”
“Yes.”
I would be. My erection was about to split through my pants.
Caroline grinned. “That’s correct. See you out front in ten.”
It could have been a blood flow issue that made ten minutes feel like twenty, or maybe it really did take that long, but when I finally got my girl back to my apartment, I was nervous.
For something to do, I filled the electric kettle I’d bought and flicked it on.
Her eyes widened when she saw the addition to my kitchen, and correctly guessed the reason for it. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“And—” I pulled the box of tea out of the cupboard and held it out to show her.
“Yorkshire!” She clapped her hands and bounced a little.
As Caroline sipped her tea, I tried not to stare too hungrily or seem too impatient. She’d swapped her robe for sweats before getting in my car, and I was dying to know whether she’d changed out of the strappy panties too.
Finally, she set her mug on the counter, on a coaster. It was hard to explain, but that heated my blood almost as much as the panties.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
I couldn’t lie. “You. In my bed.”
“Let’s go then, Mr. Moral.” She hitched her duffel bag over her arm and walked in the direction of my bedroom. “I’ll need help undressing.”
“Sure,” I followed, but stopped in my tracks when she peeled off her sweats and I saw what she meant. She still wore the underwear with all the straps, but she’d taken off the harness and now I could see the sparkly disks over her nipples. She wore no bra, and the sway of her breasts and full swoop of her thighs had my pulse hammering. It was one thing to see her like this onstage, and another to have her all to myself in my bedroom.
A bit stunned, I pointed at the disks. “What do you call those?”
“Pasties.” She raised up on her tiptoes and bounced. The tassels hanging from the disks jerked and spun in quick circles. I tracked their movement, fascinated.
“You’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like?” I asked, my voice rougher than intended.
“Yes. I’ll always tell you to stop if I need you to. Or if my mouth is busy”—I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a second—“I’ll pinch you.”
I don’t know who moved first, but there wasn’t anything more to say. We were on each other, mouths meeting in a clash of urgency. As she always did, Caroline softened in my arms, letting down her guard. I loved that about her. I loved everything about her.
We kissed hungrily, re-learning the taste and feel of each other. I stroked my hands up and down her bare sides, then put my hands back where they belonged, on her delicious ass. She moaned and arched against me and I backed her toward my bed. There was glitter all over my hands, and as I stroked her thighs, flecks of it fell onto my sheets, like she was leaving a trail of fairy dust.
“How do you get these off?” I asked, gently tugging a tassel, which I liked, but it was committing the unforgivable sin of hiding her nipple from me.
She pointed to the bag she’d dropped on my floor. “You need adhesive remover. It’s in my bag.”
That was not the answer I’d been expecting.
She giggled. “I told you I would need help. Look for the blue bottle that says oil cleanse.”
As she made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning against my pillows, I obligingly dug through the bag, and then the bag within the bag, and the next bag inside that bag.
Finally, I returned to the bed and climbed up next to her, uncapping the bottle. Caroline stretched out her arms and tucked them behind her head against the headboard, arching her breasts up to me.
I sniffed the bottle. “What is this?”
“Makeup oil. Some performers use spirit gum remover, but my skin is sensitive so organic is better. The secret is to match your adhesive to your remover. Oil works fine for what I use.”
With her stretched out on my pillows like a goddess, the last thing I was thinking about was what kind of oil it was.
“What do I do?”
“Drizzle it.”
“Over your breasts?”
A smile flirted around her lips. “Yes. See? I knew you’d like to help.”
I liked it very much.
“Just a bit—” she squealed when a gush of oil hit her chest.
“Sorry.” I watched rivulets of oil run over her chest and down the line of her belly, not feeling sorry at all. My sheets would be ruined, but I didn’t care.
“Now work the oil under the edge of the pasty.”
Carefully, I cupped her right breast and worked the oil in circles around the lip of the sequined cap. Then I did the same with the left. Caroline didn’t make it easy by stretching and arching under my hands. It made sense to straddle her hips and pin her underneath me as I worked. Her wiggling pressed her soft pussy against my thick erection, and it took a lot of effort to stay focused on my delicate task. But I managed.
“Usually this process is a chore.” She sighed happily. “I’ll need you on hand every time I remove pasties. Next, just lift the edge and it should come off.”
Carefully, I peeled up the edges and removed them one at a time, taking care to rub off the remnants of glue.
Her nipples were stiff, dark red tips. I bent down and gently licked at one of the sore buds. The oil wasn’t my favorite taste, but her moan and the pleasure of tasting her skin were worth it.
“Your poor nipples.” I gently massaged her breasts with my hands.
Leaning down, I gently lapped at the stiff peak with the flat of my tongue, first one, then the other. The oil made the passage of my hands over her breasts smoother than I could have ever imagined. Fascinated, I watched them slide over her slick and ready skin. Experimentally, I pushed her breasts together.
She moaned and I stilled, transfixed by the sight in front of me.
“Chase.” She had to say my name again, louder.
“What?”
“Stop imagining yourself titty fucking me and titty fuck me.”
I swallowed. “I wasn’t— I couldn’t?—”
She put her hands over mine and mashed her breasts together more forcefully. I couldn’t pull a single thought together as I looked at the slick swell of her generous tits.
“You were. You can.”
“Isn’t that degrading?” I asked, voicing what had lurked in the back of my head since she’d told me to get her oil. “I could never degrade you.”
Caroline reached out and cupped her hand on the side of my face. “No, love. Things aren’t degrading in themselves. Well, not most things. Anything can be done in a degrading way—it’s the intent.” When she smiled up at me, trust and desire clear in her expression, my heart lurched. “I want you to do this. I know you worship me.”
“I do,” I said hoarsely.
“Then worship my tits with your cock.”
Fuck .
Powerless to refuse a request like that, I unzipped. Her eyes lit up when I fisted my cock, and I couldn’t help asking, “You like that, Floss?”
My beautiful brat licked her lips and nodded eagerly.
It would be a miracle if I could find the self-restraint to last as long as I needed to.
Quickly, I shed the rest of my clothes. Floss watched me with hungry eyes, hands rhythmically massaging her tits, readying herself for me. She was so hot.
I steeled myself, and because Caroline was a brat and loved twisting the screws when it came to my self-control, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out over the horizon of her naked and oiled breasts, holding it out for my cock.
Speeding up the pass of my hand, I gave my dick a few twists, trying to mimic the feeling of fire that Caroline put in my brain with everything she did. I crawled up over her, my legs on either side of her ribs, stroking myself with hard pulls that presented my head to her.
She leaned forward to lap up some of the precum with the flat of her tongue. It made me wince, I was so painfully hard.
“Are you …?”
“Fine, good,” I said quickly, worried she wouldn’t do it again. “Very good.”
Caroline cupped her breasts, which spilled over her hands, and rolled her flesh in slow and erotic circles. I lined my cock up and slid between the pillows of her pretty tits, grabbing the wooden headboard over her head for leverage as I slid forward. Then she flattened one hand over her chest, trapping my cock in this sweet prison, which made me hiss.
I pulled back and slid in again with a groan, surrendering to a pleasure that was so good it made me feel like my sense of self was slipping away, and all that was left was my one true purpose: to fuck my soul into this woman.
As I thrust between her breasts, Caroline’s tongue danced around my tip, driving me wild. I was holding it together pretty well until she slid further down the headboard so she could pocket the tip of my cock in her warm mouth. She flicked her tongue around the underside of my dick as her breasts pillowed me from the sides, held together by her hands.
An eternity of this wouldn’t be enough, but it was also too much.
With effort, I fisted my cock at the base and pulled it from the beautiful vise of Caroline’s chest.
Breathing heavily, I looked at her carefully, searching for any signs of uncertainty. All I saw was frustration that I’d stopped, so I carefully took off the glasses she’d picked for me in Canada and folded them on top of the bedside table.
“Chase—”
I slid her strappy panties down her thighs and off, pushing her legs open to dive face-first into her pussy. She was so slick and ready we both groaned. I licked her with an enthusiasm that had been building ever since I’d met her, relishing her tangy taste. Her hands grabbed at my hair, and I smiled against her lips when she used that leverage to pull me closer.
I can take a hint. I scooped her lovely thighs over my shoulders so she could drench my tongue. As she gasped my name, I knew I was the luckiest man on earth.