Chapter 26 #3
“Yeah, I hear you,” he mumbled as his lips trailed down to my neck, and I smiled to myself, feeling the bulge growing between his legs.
“I completely understand.” Something in me switched, and I immediately rose to my feet, my panties hitting the floor before I quickly pulled my skirt up over my hips.
I silently climbed on top of his lap and wrestled his dick out of his pants while he looked at me in shock and tried to continue his phone conversation like his dick wasn’t now fully hard in my hands.
I didn’t ask who he was talking to—I didn’t give a fuck if it was his mama or The Pope. I was riding the high of a massive win, and I wasn’t waiting on him to wrap up his call either, they had been yapping for too long. I needed to feel him.
“I-I… whew,” he exhaled as I slid down on him, letting him feel how wet I was for him and squeezing down for good measure.
I rode him slowly as he played with one nipple with his hand, and made circles on the other with his tongue as he silently listened to the person on the other end.
Every now and then he would give a yes or no answer, or an “mmhmm” as we both tried our best to break each other.
“I-I-I… I’ll get those over to you tomorrow morning.
Yeah, we’ll be by to see it this evening, if possible.
Anything else?” he asked, brows knitted together in agony.
Whoever he was on the phone with started rambling off a list of things and he silently groaned in pleasure and frustration.
I gripped his shoulders and added an extra roll to my movements, the fullness of his dick mixed with the friction on my clit giving me exactly what I needed.
I was damn near at my peak already and the confirmation showed in the way I coated his dick with each rise of my hips.
By the time he finally snapped that damn phone shut, he was sweating and trying his best not to combust.
“Baby, what the fuck you doin’? Shit.” His teeth gritted together and he hissed between every word, gripping my ass and waist.
“Somebody told me that unemployed pussy hit different… I rushed home to test it out on you,” I moaned, concentrating on flexing down on him each time I slid up on his dick.
“Amaya,” he choked out in something that sounded like a laugh and a groan. “You crazy as fuck… So how did it go?”
“Great. This pussy is unemployed, but also worth a few millie,” I said with my tongue out.
He chuckled, raising up as he easily switched our positions without breaking the seal our bodies made.
I ended up on my back on the couch with my knees by my ears as he kneeled in front of me, fucking me like he missed the pussy even though he just had it that morning.
“You love me?” he asked deviously.
“Mhm,” I said through tight lips. He really seemed to like this game, fucking me into agreement, and with the way he was putting it down, he could convince me of damn near anything.
“Use them words,” he scolded, picking up his pace just slightly.
“I l-love you!” I hollered as he tore my ass up.
“That’s my baby.” His eyes sparkled with mischief like he wasn’t making me lose another brain cell with each thrust. “Come back to L.A. with me.”
“Whaaat?” I asked, throwing my head back as he tilted his hips to concentrate right on my g-spot. “Ooh!”
Cheater!
“Come back home with me,” he said as earnestly as a man could say while still laying down demon dick.
“I—shit, can we talk about this later, please?” I asked. I couldn’t even see straight, and he was asking me questions that I couldn’t possibly answer with a sound mind.
“I wanna talk about it now,” he said with another thrust, and I was sure the dick hit the bottom of my ribcage that time.
“Chase, this is coercion,” I moaned, my nails lightly piercing the skin on his back as I gripped him tighter.
“I just want you to come… I love you too much to go back without you. You gon’ cum for me, baby?” His sneaky ass looked me right in my eyes with every word as my body ran hot, and I exploded.
“Yes! Fuck!” I bellowed. “I’m cumming! Oh God!
” He didn’t stop there, leaning in so he could tell me that he loved me too in between kisses while still stroking me.
He held me close and looked me in my eyes as I took every inch, still clawing him up in the process.
When I first bought my home, I was so proud of my fresh start.
There was no room in that house that Malcom had been in, surface he’d touched, or piece of furniture that he sat on.
Chase had marked every damn surface in my house, claiming every bed, ever countertop, every wall.
There wasn’t a single space that I didn’t feel his presence.
I had no earthly idea how I was supposed to just go back to “normal” when he went back to L.A.
. Once he left his mark inside of me, yet again, he told me to hop in the shower because he had somewhere to take me.
An hour later, we were on the highway. I had been enjoying my role as a Passenger Princess and took my duties seriously, carefully selecting the perfect playlist so I could aggressively rap about how niggas weren’t shit, while sitting pretty in the passenger seat of my nigga’s truck.
He just drove with an annoyed expression on his face and an occasional chuckle.
“Chase, we’re going the opposite direction of anything in the city.
” I looked at him wearily as I wondered if his ass was about to leave me out in some random field.
Had I missed all the signs and fucked around and fell in love with a damn serial killer?
Then, I remembered how he damn near turned Malcom into a cucumber for fuckin’ with me and my uncertainty instantly dissolved.
“Baby, relax.”
“Okay, but really… where are we going?” I asked, eyes narrowing when he turned into the entrance to Lexington Airport.
“Just ride, baby, damn! You’ll know everything in like five minutes…
Just chill.” He opened the door and walked slightly ahead of me to whisper something to security.
I damn near strained my neck, trying to lean forward to hear, but got nothing.
Once we hit the tarmac, security fell back as we approached a white jet with red lettering that looked slightly different than the other Lexington aircraft.
“Are we about to go on a trip?” I was confused as hell and about to fuss at him for trying to take me out of town without my multivitamins, favorite bonnet, and good fast charger. My damn phone was on twenty three percent and here he was trying to go somewhere.
“I mean, we can. Or we can go tomorrow… or any time we want… It’s ours,” he said with an awkward arm gesture like I had just guessed the right letters on Wheel of Fortune.
“Who is Howard?”
“Who?”
“You said this is ‘Howard’s’?”
“Baby.” He laughed hard as hell. “I said this is ours. O-U-R-S.” I didn’t reply, instead staring at him and replaying the last words he said to try to make them make some sort of sense. “Amaya…” When I didn’t reply this time, he grabbed my arms. “Amaya, are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I think I’m losing my hearing… something is wrong.”
“You’re fine. This is our jet. I bought it for us.”
“W-Why would you do that?” I asked.
“Because, I know how you feel about moving, but I also know that I want you with me as much as possible, so I’m hoping this will serve as a happy medium.
” Again, I just stared at him because what was the proper thank you for someone that bought you a fucking jet?
Should I have just whipped it out and swallowed it right there on the tarmac?
Because I was close.
“Okay, I don’t wanna offend you, but baby, I saw your bank account… can you really afford this?” He laughed hard as hell before pulling me into another kiss.
“Which account did you see?” I cocked my head to the side, because what the fuck did he mean which one?
“First Regional,” I said sheepishly, knowing I had no business even peeking at his tablet that day, but he was the one who left it unlocked on his banking screen! He had to have known that I was gonna look. He let out another loud ass laugh before pulling me in closer.
“Oh…”
“Oh?”
“That’s my day-to-day money. Trust me, I’m good.” The urge to ask more questions was ready on my tongue, but I decided to let it ride. As soon as he left me alone with that tablet, I was hacking that shit.
“T-Thank you, baby,” I uttered, bottom lip quivering and threatening to give me away.
“That’s all I get?” he teased with a half-smile and his arms open.
That was all it took for me to dive into his arms and dissolve into a tearful, blubbering mess.
I was trying to say, “Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me before!
” but when I played it back in my head, it sounded like complete gibberish.
He just laughed and held me, letting me cry it out for what seemed like ten minutes straight.
He knew it was about more than the price tag.
I wanted to be with him, but I needed to be home.
He understood that and made a way for me to do both.
The thought made me start up all over again.
“Come on,” he coaxed, while rubbing my back.
“Stop crying so we can go see it.” He pulled a tissue from his pocket and helped me dry my face before leading me up the stairs and into the spacious cabin.
Everything was new and spotless, and it looked like it could sit at least ten people comfortably, with a closed off space in the back.
“Baby,” I said warily. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?
” he huffed, looked over at me, then held out his hand.
“Gimme your phone.” I handed it to him, watching curiously as he tapped away at the screen like someone who had never used a damn smartphone before.
I was mid eye roll when he turned the screen back to me.
“What the fuck?!” I asked, eyes wide as I started trying to count the zeroes.
“I told you, we good. Aside from my house, my mama’s house, and my grandparent’s house, every dollar I ever made has made me money.
I had an incredible investor that got me right from the start, so factoring all my endorsement deals and sponsorships, I could quit today and our kids’ kids could eat off these accounts,” he assured me, planting a kiss on my lips.
“You got more accounts than this?” I asked with a suspicious brow raised. I had been joking about his ass being cheap—whole time he could have bought me anything I wanted. I kinda felt bad.
“Now you being nosy.”
“I should have charged you more when I was representing you!” I hissed.
“Shut up,” he huffed, rolling his eyes like he did every time I mentioned that he had to pay me before he could have me. “Also, send me your mortgage and car payoffs. I been putting extra money on it, but I know I get busy when the season starts, so I wanna get it paid off ahead of time.”
“I’m bout to have to learn some new tricks, ain’t I? I think I can still do a handstand,” I gushed as I stood there trying to calculate if there was any way that I could suck dick while also riding it at the same time.
He laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. I gripped his shirt and pulled him in closer, closing the door behind us so security couldn’t see us christening our new toy.