Chapter 11
ELEVEN
FIONA
There’s something to be said about Chase Callahan. The man is a god. Big, strong shoulders. Fire in his eyes. The man should have statues built in his honor.
“What do I do to you?” I answer back.
Chase bends, hooks one arm under my knees, the other behind my back, and lifts me like I weigh nothing. A surprised squeak escapes me as my arms loop around his neck.
"Chase—"
"Easy, baby," he murmurs against my temple, carrying me down the short hallway toward his bedroom. His chest is solid and warm, his heartbeat steady against my side. "I've got you."
My stomach flips with nerves. I've never done this. Never even come close. My ex, Marcus always pushed, but I held back, and after everything, I was glad. But with Chase... it's different. Terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
He shoulders open his bedroom door and carries me to the big bed, laying me down gently on the soft quilt. Moonlight spills through the window, silvering his face as he leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head.
"You're shaking," he says softly.
"I'm nervous," I admit, voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... I'm a virgin."
His eyes soften, something fierce and protective flashing through them. He brushes his thumb over my cheek. "We'll go slow. You tell me if anything feels wrong, okay? Say stop and we stop."
I nod, swallowing hard.
He kisses me again—slow, deep, unhurried. His tongue strokes mine until the tension in my body starts to melt. When he pulls back, I'm panting.
"Let's get you comfortable." His fingers find the hem of my shirt. He watches my face as he slowly drags it up, giving me every chance to change my mind. I lift my arms, letting him pull it off. Cool air hits my bare breasts and my nipples tighten instantly.
"Beautiful," he breathes, voice husky. He cups one breast, thumb circling the nipple until I gasp. "So perfect."
He kisses a path down my neck, across my collarbone, then lower. When his mouth closes over my nipple, wet and hot, I arch off the bed with a whimper.
"That's my good girl," he murmurs against my skin, the words vibrating through me. "Let me hear you."
Oh god. The soft praise hits me low in my belly, making me clench around nothing.
He takes his time, licking and sucking until both breasts are flushed and sensitive, my breathing ragged. His hand slides down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. He cups me through my panties first, feeling how soaked I am.
"Fuck, Fiona. You're dripping for me."
I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed, but he gently pulls them away.
"No hiding. This is mine tonight." He kisses me again as he tugs my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me completely bare. "All mine."
He stands and strips off his own shirt and sweats. I've seen him shirtless during training earlier, but this is different. His erection strains against his boxer briefs, thick and intimidating. My thighs press together instinctively.
He notices. "We'll go slow," he promises again. He hooks his thumbs in his briefs and pushes them down. His cock springs free—long, heavy, the head already glistening. My eyes widen.
He climbs back over me, settling between my thighs. He kisses me deeply while his fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit until my hips start moving on their own.
"Feel good?" he asks against my lips.
"Yes... oh—"
He slides one finger inside me, slow and careful. I'm so wet it goes in easily, but the stretch still makes me tense.
"Relax, baby. That's it. Good girl." The praise makes me moan. He pumps gently, adding a second finger when I'm ready, curling them until I'm gasping and trembling.
When he pulls his fingers free, I'm whimpering with need.
He reaches for the drawer, grabs a condom, and rolls it on. Then he settles over me again, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance.
"Look at me," he says softly.
I meet his eyes. They're dark, intense, but tender.
"You set the pace. We can stop anytime."
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Please, Chase. I want you."
He pushes in—slow, steady, watching my face the whole time. The stretch burns, a sharp pinch that makes me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders.
"Easy... breathe, baby." He holds still, buried halfway, letting me adjust. "Such a good girl taking me so well."
The words melt me. The burn fades into a deep, full feeling. I shift my hips experimentally and a spark of pleasure shoots through me.
"More," I whisper.
He sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he's fully seated. We both groan. He stays still, kissing me softly, stroking my hair, murmuring praises—"So tight... so perfect... my sweet girl"—until the discomfort completely fades.
When I start moving my hips again, he begins to thrust—shallow at first, then gradually deeper. Every stroke drags against something inside me that makes my toes curl.
"Daddy's got you," he whispers against my ear, so low and rough it sends a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. "Just feel it. Let me make you feel good."
I whimper, the word hitting me like a spark to dry tinder. My legs wrap around his waist, heels pressing into his back.
He keeps the pace slow and deep, grinding against my clit with every stroke. One hand slides between us, thumb circling my clit, and the pressure builds fast.
"Chase— I—"
"Come for me, baby. That's it. Come on my cock like a good girl."
The orgasm crashes over me, sudden and overwhelming. I cry out, clenching around him, waves of pleasure rolling through my body. He groans, burying his face in my neck as he keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out.
When the tremors finally stop, he kisses me deeply and slows to a stop, still hard inside me.
"You okay?" he asks, brushing damp hair off my forehead.
I nod, dazed and glowing. "More than okay."
He smiles, that crooked, devastating smile. "We're not done yet."
He flips us carefully so I'm on top, still connected. His hands settle on my hips.
"Ride me, baby. Take what you need."
I move tentatively at first, then faster as pleasure builds again. He guides me with his hands, whispering encouragement—"Just like that... fuck, you feel incredible... my perfect girl"—until I'm shaking and coming again.
Only then does he let go. He flips me back underneath him, thrusts deep a few more times, and comes with a low groan, pulsing inside me.
Afterward, he pulls out gently, deals with the condom, then gathers me against his chest. His fingers stroke up and down my spine.
"You were perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. "So brave. So beautiful."
I snuggle closer, safe in his arms, the danger outside temporarily forgotten. For tonight, there's only us.