Page 53 of Love Collided

“I was cold.”

“Then let’s get you all warmed up.”

His body pressed to mine as he kissed me harder. His tongue urged my mouth open as my legs wrapped around his waist. My body was suddenly on fire, the throbbing ache between my thighs making me push my hips up into him.

“Greedy girl,” he murmured against my lips. “Already begging for my cock?”

I moaned, feeling how wet my underwear was already becoming. The man had barely touched me and I was ready to pull my underwear aside and take him.

Maybe I was greedy, but I don’t know that I cared right at the moment.

He flipped us until I was straddled over top of him, the smile on his face making my heart flip.

He really was devastatingly handsome, the lights from outside showing me just enough of him to make me want more again.

I slammed my lips to his, taking his mouth like he’d taken mine, but he was faster. He nipped at my bottom lip as he grabbed my waist, pulling me forward until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my core.

I froze, taking in the feel of him, taking in the fact that this was for me.

“Do you like feeling how hard I am for you?”

I could only nod, trying not to rock my hips.

“Come on, let me see how you would ride me. Show me how you get off.”

I moved, hesitant at first. The feeling of being on display felt strange. It’s not like he could see everything clearly. The shirt hiding most of my body still, but the idea of getting off in front of him, more accurately on him, without him doing the same was different.

I lost all care when I ground down again and he matched my movement, pushing his hard cock up against me with a groan.

The pleasure built as I moved, the two thin fabrics between us only creating more friction. He flipped me onto my back next to him and laid at my side.

The sheets were cool under my legs as I let them fall open, his hand trailing down my stomach. His fingers dug into my hip before he pulled me even closer.

“I want to feel you cum on my fingers. I want to know what you sound like when your world breaks apart.”

“I don’t do this with my friends.”

“Good thing you’ve been so clear that I am not your friend, then. We can leave it here in this room. Anything that happens can stay here. Tell me to stop and I will.”

He kept moving, and I stopped protesting, worried that he really would stop if I brought it up again. I didn’t want him to. I wanted to know if it was different from Jesse or any other guy. I wanted to know if I would like it as much as I thought I might.

“Chase?”

“What, baby?”

“Please,” I breathed, his fingers trailing lightly over my thighs until I was ready to scream for him to move higher.

He groaned, pushing harder against my side as his fingers moved through my wetness. “So wet for me.”

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing my hips up again.

His fingers pushed against my entrance, teasing me with the pressure for a second before he pushed into me.

I moaned, taking in the pleasure that hit every nerve. I had dated Jesse for nearly a year, and in that year, I could count on one hand how much foreplay happened.

He kissed down my jaw and neck, not stopping as he kissed down my stomach, his fingers still pushing into me at their agonizingly slow pace as his mouth came down over my clit.

“Chase!” I yelled, the sudden addition of his mouth almost making me fall apart.

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