Page 22 of Just A Little Chase

Her pulse quickened in anticipation as he stood up and approached her. While she’d been in the bathroom, he’d taken off everything but his underwear, and it was almost criminal that he had to wear any clothes at all because this man’s body was meant to be admired naked. Broad shoulders. A strong, muscular chest. Firm, well-defined abs that indicated he worked out regularly. And the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his tight boxer briefs that outlined the promise of a very impressive cock.

Licking her suddenly dry lips, she forced her gaze all the way back up to his, and the heat in his eyes seared her. He stood a few inches away and it was all she could do not to reach out and touch his bare skin.

Instead, she kept up their flirtation. “Tell me more about this full treatment and what it entails. I think I need specifics.”

He lightly skimmed his fingers along her bare arm, and there was no mistaking the way her nipples hardened against the sheer fabric of her nightie. “It starts with me kissing your lips, then your breasts,” he murmured, those same fingers tracing the low-cut neckline before drifting down her sternum. “Then continuing to your pussy and using my mouth and my tongue and my fingers to make you come… the first time.”

She shivered, a small, arousing sound escaping her lips as he stroked along the front of her panties, just enough to tease before his hand fell away from her needy sex.

“I’m totally on board with that,” she said breathlessly.

“And as much as I appreciate this hot little number you’re wearing, it’s coming off right now so I can have full access to every inch of your naked body.” He brought his hands back up to her shoulders and slipped his fingers beneath the thin spaghetti straps holding up her lingerie, slowly pushing them off her arms until the material fell to the floor around her feet.

His eyes sparked with hunger as he devoured her bared breasts with his gaze, and somehow she managed an impudent grin. “It really was just to tempt you, to make you see what you were missing out on if you said no.”

Arching a brow at her unabashed confession, he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs across her stiff nipples, making her gasp, then moan when he lightly pinched them. “I ought to spank you for being so naughty.”

She loved this sexy, lighthearted side to Chase. “Mmm, I’m not opposed to that.”

“Good to know.” He smirked, and even that sly look on his gorgeous face made her core clench. “We’ll talk about a proper punishment for you later, after the first time I fuck you. Because a spanking like that should be doled out while you’re getting pounded from behind.”

Her jaw dropped and her cheeks heated with a blush, because the last thing she’d expected from this normally staid man was such a filthy and unfiltered mouth in the bedroom. “Yeah, not opposed to that, either,” she whispered.

He chuckled, and the dark and dirty sound slid through her veins, then down between her legs like warm honey.

He pushed a hand into her hair, gripping his fingers in the strands and taking hold so that he could tug her head back, her mouth ready for his. His lips landed on hers, and there was nothing soft or slow about the kiss. She didn’t want it to be. Lust immediately erupted between them as his tongue swept inside, so deep and hungry and fierce it stole the breath from her lungs.

Dying to touch him, she pressed her palms to his chest while he continued to kiss her like she was the only thing he needed to exist. She strummed her fingers over his pecs, and then his nipples, reveling in the rumbling sound that rose up in his throat. Emboldened by that reaction, she skimmed her hand lower, until the length of his erection molded against her palm and she squeezed that rigid column of flesh she couldn’t wait to feel inside her.

Within just a few strokes he tore his mouth from hers with a guttural, “Fuck,” then grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, his features taut. “Not until I’m done with you,” he said, breathing hard. “Lie down on the bed.”

She eagerly obeyed the order and he joined her, pushing her legs apart so he could kneel in between. His hands grasped the sides of her flimsy panties that were already soaked with desire, and just as he started to yank them down he stopped, swearing beneath his breath as his eyes raised all the way up to hers.

“I wasn’t expecting this to happen while we were here,” he said, a pained look on his face. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”

She bit her lower lip. “I did. They’re in my bag. Left-side pocket. A dozen of them.” When he arched an inquisitive brow at her, she grinned and shrugged. “What can I say? I was… hopeful.”

He chuckled. “And I’m grateful.”

He moved off the bed, quickly and easily finding the two long strips in her suitcase. He tore off one square, and holding one of the corners between his teeth, he removed his briefs, giving Lauren her first glimpse of his hard, straining shaft. He was so thick and long, and just the thought of feeling all those inches inside her had her squirming on the mattress.

“Take off your panties for me,” he said impatiently, tearing open the packet and rolling the condom down his length while she wriggled out of her underwear and tossed them aside.

And then he was back, crawling over her prone body until his face was in front of hers. Hands braced on the bed beside her shoulders and his knees bracketing her hips, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again, this time a little softer, a little slower, rekindling that restless need as she threaded her fingers in his hair, clenching and unclenching them around the soft, thick strands.

The taste of him was addicting, and after another deep, decadent kiss, his lips moved on, sliding down her neck. He gently bit and sucked on patches of her skin, making her shiver and moan. He gradually moved lower, licking across her chest, beneath the curve of one breast, then the other, and when his mouth latched onto a nipple and sucked, she arched her back off the bed, silently begging him to consume her.

He did, taking more of her into his hot, wet mouth, the flick of his tongue joining in to elevate her pleasure. His teeth grazed and nipped her flesh, adding a jolt of arousing pain to the mix, and her pussy throbbed with a desperate demand for his attention, too.

As his lips scattered damp, lazy kisses along her stomach, her hands fisted tighter in his hair, eagerly and shamelessly pushing him down to where she ached and needed that mouth of his the most.

He chuckled against her belly. “Something you want, sweetheart?” he drawled, and she could hear the husky amusement in his voice when all she could do was make inarticulate sounds in the back of her throat.

But he didn’t need her words. The man’s sense of direction was impeccable, and it didn’t take him much longer before he was settled between her spread legs, her thighs draped over his shoulders and his face so close to her sex she could feel the gust of his breath on her wet flesh.

“This,” he said on a reverent groan as his hands gripped her writhing hips to hold her in place as he swiped his tongue though her folds, making her inhale sharply. “This is what I want.”

Then he ended the torment and feasted on her pussy, his tongue alternating between long, languid strokes, and licking and swirling around her clit. She moaned as ripples of ecstasy rolled through her, taunting her, as he kept her orgasm just out of reach. The pressure inside of her built and built and built, pushing her higher and higher, making her delirious with the need to come.

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