Chapter 16 Chase
SIXTEEN
CHASE
Fiona’s still curled against my chest on the couch, blanket half-draped over us, her bare skin soft and flushed from earlier.
My arm’s around her waist, fingers splayed across her stomach, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing.
I’m trying to calm down—trying to think about dinner, or the perimeter check I should do before dark—but my cock’s already stirring again, thick and insistent against the small of her back.
Every time she shifts, even a little, it’s torture.
She turns in my arms, slow, deliberate. Her eyes meet mine—dark, curious, a little shy but burning with something new. Determination.
“Chase?” Her voice is soft, almost hesitant.
“Yeah, baby?”
She bites her lip, cheeks going pink. “I want to… try something. With you.”
My pulse kicks hard. “What do you want to try?”
Her gaze drops to my lap, then flicks back up. “I want to suck your dick.” The words come out quiet, but clear. “I’ve never done it before. I don’t really know how. You mentioned it and it got me thinking. I want to. For you.”
Jesus Christ. My dick jumps at the confession, already leaking against my thigh. I swallow thick, trying to keep some shred of control. “You sure?”
She nods, eyes wide and earnest. “I want to make you feel good. Like you make me feel.”
I’m already half gone just hearing her say it. I cup her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Okay. We’ll go slow. You stop whenever you want. No pressure.”
She smiles—small, nervous, excited—and slides down my body until she’s kneeling between my spread thighs on the rug. The blanket pools around her hips. She looks up at me through her lashes, hands resting tentatively on my legs.
I shove the blanket aside, shove my jeans the rest of the way down so I’m bare from the waist down.
My cock stands heavy between us, flushed dark, the head slick.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t flinch. Instead she leans in, breath ghosting over me, and I have to grip the couch cushion to keep from bucking.
“Start with your hand,” I rasp. “Wrap your fingers around the base. Not too tight.”
She does—small hand circling me, warm and careful. The sight of her holding me like that nearly ends me.
“Good. Now just… explore. Kiss it. Lick it. Whatever feels right. There’s no wrong way, baby.”
She leans forward and presses the softest kiss to the tip. I hiss through my teeth. Then her tongue darts out—tentative, flat, licking up the bead of precum. The taste must surprise her because she hums, low and curious, and does it again.
“Fuck,” I groan, head falling back. “Just like that.”
She gets bolder. Another lick, longer this time, swirling around the head. Then she takes me into her mouth—slow, shallow, lips stretching around me. The wet heat is immediate, overwhelming. I thread my fingers gently into her hair, not pushing, just holding.
“Easy, sweetheart. Relax your jaw. Breathe through your nose.”
She nods around me, the vibration making my hips jerk.
She pulls back a little, then sinks down again—deeper this time.
Her tongue presses flat along the underside, stroking as she bobs.
It’s clumsy at first, uncoordinated, but so fucking eager.
Every little suck, every hesitant swirl, feels like she’s trying to learn me by heart.
“You’re doing so good,” I manage, voice wrecked. “Look at you—taking me like that. Fuck, Fiona, your mouth…”
She moans around me at the praise, the sound traveling straight to my balls. Her hand starts working what she can’t fit—stroking in time with her mouth. She finds a rhythm, sloppy and perfect, cheeks hollowing when she sucks harder. Spit shines on her lips, drips down my shaft. I’m losing it—fast.
“Baby—slow down or I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t slow down. If anything she takes me deeper, gagging a little when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull off. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she keeps going, determined, hungry.
I’m shaking. My control is gone—shattered. My hips start rocking, shallow thrusts I can’t stop. “Fiona—fuck—your mouth is so fucking perfect. Best I’ve ever had. Never felt anything like this.”
She whimpers, the sound muffled, and doubles down. One hand cups my balls, rolling them gently, and that’s it—I’m done.
“Gonna come,” I warn, voice raw. “You want it? Want me to come in your mouth?”
She nods frantically, eyes locked on mine, pleading.
I lose it completely. My hand tightens in her hair—not hard, just enough to hold her steady—and I thrust once, twice, then bury myself as deep as she can take me.
The orgasm rips through me, hot and blinding.
I come hard down her throat, groaning her name like a prayer, hips jerking with every pulse.
She swallows—messy, greedy—taking every drop while I shudder and curse under my breath.
When it’s over I’m panting, wrecked, staring down at her like she just rewrote my entire fucking existence.
She pulls off slowly, lips swollen and shiny, a thin string of spit and come connecting us for a second before it breaks. She licks her lips, shy but proud.
“Did I… do okay?” she asks, voice hoarse.
I haul her up onto my lap in one motion, crushing my mouth to hers. I can taste myself on her tongue and it makes me groan into the kiss.
“Baby,” I rasp against her lips, “that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. Hands down. You ruined me.”
She blushes, but her smile is bright and triumphant.
I’m still hard—impossibly, painfully hard again already. I flip us so she’s under me on the couch, blanket kicked to the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist like they belong there.
“Need to be inside you,” I mutter, reaching between us to line myself up. She’s soaked—dripping from watching me lose it, from pleasing me. I sink in slow, one long, deep thrust until I’m buried to the hilt.
We both moan—loud, matching sounds of relief.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, starting to move. “Tight little pussy gripping me like you never want to let go.”
She arches, nails raking down my back. “Harder, Chase—please—”
I give her what she wants. Deep, steady thrusts that rock the couch beneath us. Every stroke drags against that spot inside her that makes her gasp. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider, driving even deeper.
“Look at me,” I order. “Watch me fuck you. Watch how much you turn me on.”
Her eyes snap to mine, glassy and desperate. I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast circles.
“Come for me,” I rasp. “Come on my cock while I’m still shaking from your mouth. Let me feel it.”
She breaks almost instantly—crying out, clenching so tight around me I see stars. The pulse of her orgasm drags me right over the edge again. I slam deep, coming hard inside her with a guttural groan, filling her until it’s leaking out around me.
We collapse together, sweaty, trembling, hearts hammering against each other.
I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth—soft now, reverent. “You’re incredible,” I whisper. “Every fucking part of you.”
She smiles against my neck, arms looping around me tight. “I love making you lose control,” she murmurs.
I laugh, low and wrecked. “Careful what you wish for, baby. Because you’ve got me completely gone.”
And I mean it.
She’s got me—body, mind, everything.
And I don’t want it any other way.