Chapter 15 Now Chatting with Chad
AMANDA
Okay, bedtime story. Now.
CHAD
That’s how you ask?
What, you need me to say “please” like we’re in some kind of 1950s housewife fantasy?
I like when you beg, baby doll.
I’m not begging. I’m demanding.
Cute.
Oh my God. Just tell me the damn story before I lose what’s left of my mind.
You’re awfully bossy for someone who willingly followed a faceless man into the night.
My standards are apparently very low. Plus, you didn’t murder me, so I think we can call it a success.
Yet.
Not funny.
You laughed.
Whatever. Story. Now. Please, your majesty, will you grace me with your fictional filth?
So you want to know what I wanted to do to you tonight, baby doll?
Obviously. That’s literally why I asked.
I wanted to strip you down right there on that blanket. Make you feel the night air on your bare skin. Keep you there, exposed, shivering, waiting for me to touch you where you needed it most.
More.
I would’ve kissed every inch of you. Marked you up so you’d still feel me tomorrow, so you couldn’t sit through a single meeting without remembering exactly what I did to you.
Fuck.
I’d have spread you out under the stars, made you stay perfectly still while I traced my fingers over every inch of your body.
I’d have cupped your breasts, toyed with your nipples, sucked them into my mouth until you were panting, arching, whimpering for more.
Until I had you so sensitive that even the breeze made you gasp.
Then I’d slide my hand down, part your thighs, feel how wet you were for me. Let you hear the sound of it while I dragged my fingers through your slit, slow, lazy, just to drive you insane.
Maybe I’d slip one finger inside you, just barely. Then pull out before you got used to it. Again. And again. Because having you on just one finger would never be enough. I want to be drenched in you, coated in everything you give me. Until you beg me to let you take more.
Oh my God.
I’d watch you tremble while I pushed two fingers deep, curling them just right, finding the spot that makes you lose your mind completely.
I’d keep my fingers inside you, stroking, pressing, watching you come apart while I used my tongue on you.
Slow at first. Letting you feel the heat of my breath before I really started tasting you.
You’d be so tight around my fingers, so soaked, I’d have to taste you again.
And again. Until you’re writhing, pulling at my hair, begging for my cock instead.
Chad, please.
That’s my good girl. You close?
Yes. Keep going.
I’d pull my fingers out, just to hear you whine, to see you desperate.
Then I’d slide inside you, stretch you open, slow, deep, making you feel every inch of me.
Watching inch after inch disappear inside you, watching your body take it, watching you tremble as you realize just how full I’m going to make you.
And then? I’d fuck you. Deep. Letting you feel it, letting you adjust to the way I own you. Then harder. Faster. Until all you can do is cry out for me.
Oh my God.
That’s it, baby doll. Let go.
Good girl. Pretty sure I heard you scream my name all the way from the street. Bet your neighbors are wondering who Chad is.
Wait… have you been outside this entire time?
Yes.
OH MY GOD.
Loud little thing, aren’t you?
I don’t believe you’re actually outside. You’re bluffing.
I just revved my engine. Hear it?
OH MY GOD. YOU LITERALLY SEXTED ME IN FRONT OF MY BUILDING. IN PUBLIC. LIKE SOME KIND OF PERVERT!!!
Not only that, but I am definitely hard for you right now. In the middle of Manhattan. In front of all these innocent pedestrians.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???
A lot of things. But you already knew that.
You need to go home before someone calls the cops to report a creepy motorcycle guy loitering.
Or… I could come upstairs?
… Yes.
Good.
But not tonight.
Good night, baby doll. Sweet dreams.
I hate you so fucking much.
You love it.