Chapter Nineteen
I adjusted the neckline for the hundredth time on my double-knit polyester blouse. How the hell did people wear these things? I felt like I was being strangled by a pressure cooker. Even with the air on, I was dying. But even that wasn’t as bad as the matching pants. I pulled at the elastic waistband that came up to my breasts and took a deep breath before snapping them back.
Quit whining, Jillian . I was acting like a baby when I was the one who chose to dress like this. At least my hair was pulled up into a tight bun; that allowed one part of my body to be cool and comfortable.
I quickly downed a glass of ice water and tried to still my frantic heartbeat. I was beyond jittery for all kinds of reasons. I felt and looked idiotic, but I’d stuck to my goal. That was the main thing. Even after Perry told me I was apeshit-crazy loud enough for the entire mall to hear.
At two minutes to eight, Chase pulled into the driveway. For a second, I wondered if I was just shooting myself in my support-hosed foot, but it was too late now. I had to go through with the plan. Whichever way it went, I just hoped I’d get my fix in before he left.
When I opened the front door for him, I was sweating buckets. Partly due to nerves and partly because I was wearing my grandmother’s couch. Damn, he looked good. Really, really good. I couldn’t wait to get started. I frowned. Great. I was probably too gross and would have to waste time by taking a shower first.
Chase gave me a once-over, tilting his head. Then he came up and wrapped his arms around me. Hmm… Before my head could analyze it, my body took over and responded very favorably to the close contact. All the right places were pressing into me. So, so good.
“God, Jillian. I’ve missed you.” He nuzzled against my neck, and I forgot all about my soaked skin. If it didn’t bother him, I wasn’t going to let it bother me. Of course, he was touching one of the few places that weren’t covered, so maybe I’d have to rethink that later.
His kiss deleted some more brain cells, and I resigned to spending the rest of my night as a puddle. He popped open a few buttons on my blouse, enough to slip his hand inside. He paused and gave me a strange look. “What is this?”
“My bra.” I said it like, ‘Of course, what else would it be?’ and he gave me that look again. But he did somehow manage to work his way into the triple-enforced steel enclosure and grasp a nipple. The sensation shot right to my core, and I whispered, “Bedroom. Now.”
He continued to tease my breasts, taunting and rolling the nipples while his lips did their magic on mine. I moaned and writhed into him, colliding with the hardness I adored so much. I was about ready to drag him down the hall by his hair when something dawned on me. He was a freaking boulder.
I pulled back. “This turns you on, doesn’t it? You have an old lady fetish.”
He nibbled my ear. “I have a you fetish.” He thrust my body closer to his, and my mind see-sawed. What to do? Why did I care?
“But you’re like a rock. Not that you’re not normally, but—”
He placed a finger over my lips. “It’s been four days, Jillian. I’ve missed you. I was hard driving over just thinking about being with you again.”
His fingers lightly stroked the sides of my neck, and I was going to combust. “It didn’t have to be that long,” I said softly. “I invited you over.”
“I was giving you a recovery break.” He gave a low chuckle. “Would you agree you needed it?” I squeezed my thighs together and nodded. I had; I’d been so sore, even if I would have been more than willing to ignore it. “Since it’s my body you want, I wouldn’t have done you any good by coming over and playing board games.”
Okay, he had a point. His touch was dissolving me. I closed my eyes as his fingertips danced over my bare skin. “All recovered now,” I said.
Chase laughed and took my hand, leading me as if it were his bedroom we were going to and not mine. One by one, he undid the rest of my buttons, and if he had anything to say about the Fort Knox brassiere, he didn’t comment. I was so ready to be out of these clothes. As far as I could tell, I hadn’t learned anything from my little experiment. If the mere thought of seeing me really had started to get him excited, then the costume hadn’t affected him one way or the other. He was neither aroused nor turned off by it.
I had to help him remove the bra, and I felt even more ridiculous standing in my rose-colored pants and compression stockings, knowing about the granny panties underneath. Of all the stupid ideas….
He kissed the tops of my shoulders, then trailed his mouth over my collarbone and down my breasts. In no time, he was at the waistband. He tugged them down, only to find more barriers. Shaking his head, he tried peeling off the rest. “Your body’s too beautiful to cover it this much, Jillian.”
I worked with him to get the rest removed, thinking I was completely destroying the mood, but once again Chase surprised me. I was starting to believe that it would take a lot more to scare him away.
Reaching for his cock proved that—at least physically. He showed no signs of simmering down. I was now free from my self-imposed restrictions, and it was glorious. I could breathe deeply, I was open for him, and he was ready for me. “Please, Chase.” I tugged at his clothes. “Take these off. Get naked with me.”
Instead, he picked me up and placed me on the bed, lying next to me. He made no move to undress, and I tried to disregard the dwindling time. We’d normally be going on our second round by now and my fourth orgasm. He never seemed to go fully down before he sprang back to life again, even after he came. Ugh, stupid grandma clothes. They were going straight into the donation pile.
Chase lay on his side and me on my back, his fingers like hot glass gliding over my skin. He was excruciatingly slow, taking his time slicing me open and extracting my pleasure. Every nerve ending was sparked, and I was dying a slow, fiery death.
“Chase…” I didn’t understand what was taking so long. I couldn’t even if I tried harder. My intellect was shot to hell. I was a mass of senses, all buzzing and whirling. And I was wet. I was so painfully wet. Even in my incoherency, I knew I was a raging flood.
His warm mouth closed over one nipple, then the other. He continued to torment me with his touch, coming close to my screaming clit but moving up my belly instead. My muscles quivered. He hadn’t even penetrated me in any shape or form. I was one hundred percent in there—was he still concerned about that? My pussy was pleading for it, begging to be slammed hard. If I weren’t a bag of jelly, I’d toss him over and force myself down on him.
“God, Chase. I need you. Now.” I gritted my teeth. His clothes were still on. Why were they still on?
“Relax, Jillian.” He dragged a finger through my wetness as if to appease me. “You’ve let me fuck you. Now let me love you.”
I was careening out of control, different parts of me vying for authority. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. When we had our sessions, they were fast and furious. Hard thrusts over and over and over. Deep positions and cries of ecstasy. Raw, primal fucking with no concern other than physical pleasure. Even his tongue had a rough softness as he sucked every last orgasm from me.
But this… this was something else entirely. It was intimate, and my body responded just as well, if not better. I didn’t know if I could handle that.
“Will you do that for me, Wild Horses?” He brushed his lips gently across mine. “Will you let me love you?”
“Yes.” The word was out before I could stop it, but once it was said, that last part of me fighting let go.
Chase licked his way down my body and flicked his tongue over my clit. Once… twice was all it took to take the edge off. I liquefied into the bed, waves crashing against each other as they made their way through every tense muscle. A full-body climax and it was incredible. Exactly what I needed to relax fully and give myself over completely.
For the night, I was unequivocally his, whatever way he wanted me.
He must have kissed every inch of me, and I didn’t rush him. I savored his tender lips and his gentle bites. His breath on my neck and his fingertips that cascaded over me, throwing my arousal into a whole new stratosphere. He was sending me high, his scent intensifying everything along the way. I came hard, and it was more satisfying than ever.
At some point, he’d taken off his clothes and laid his hot skin next to mine. I hadn’t asked. I hadn’t even been aware of it until after the fact. It must have been during one of those times my body slammed into the ceiling.
I placed my hand against his lower back; he was on his side, his erection bruising my hip. I brushed my fingertips over his tautness before rolling my body to face him. There was an instant current when his cock hit between my thighs.
We had never been that close, and I wanted it. At that moment, I’d never wanted more. His hand tangled in my hair, the tight bun a foolish, distant memory, and drew my mouth deeply into his. We kissed like lovers, no space between his body and mine. The only way we could get any closer was if he were inside me.
“Jillian.” He tried moving back slightly, but I wanted him close. Close close close. He had to be hurting by that point, his erection painfully throbbing. He hadn’t had the benefit of multiple orgasms to calm him down.
“Chase,” I whispered into his ear, my hands in pure bliss as they touched wherever they could reach. His body was a marvel to me. Perfection. “I want to feel you, all of you, with nothing between us.”
I wasn’t sure he understood until I glided my wetness against him. There were no words for how badly I wanted this. His eyes widened. “How…?”
“It’s your choice. I’m yours tonight, Chase.” I smiled lightly. “I trust my body enough to know I’m safe, but you’ll need to trust me too. It’s all your decision, and I’ll accept whatever you want.” I’d accept it, but there was no doubt what I was hoping his answer would be. He’d told me that he’d never fucked without a condom before. Never. I believed him, and I believed in my body to know it wasn’t a viable time to get pregnant. “I promise you, Chase. I would never do anything to trap you.”
“I know, Jillian.” His voice was barely audible as he slid inside me. His body shook as he filled me, as he pressed deeper and deeper. For a moment, I was concerned that his decision frightened him, that he was regretting the impulsiveness. Until I saw his face. He thrust inside me gently, then with more urgency. I’d never experienced anything so delicious, and I knew he felt the same.
“I know, Jillian,” he repeated, “but sometimes I wish you would.”