Page 53 of Chase Our Forever

Before she can let out any more sounds of protest, I’m circling her other nipple with my tongue and pulling it into my mouth. Both need ample attention, and at the moment, I can’t deny her a thing.

Her hips rock back and forth as she searches for some kind of reprieve. I smile while taking her nipple between my teeth. I pinch her other nipple between my fingers before letting my hand drift down her stomach. Her breathing stills as my hand snakes lower and lower. I dip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and stand up straight for a moment to meet her eyes.

“Is this okay?” I ask, keeping my fingers right where they are until she tells me it is.

She nods her head up and down. Wet strands of her hair fall into her face with the movement. “Yes. Please,” she adds, her tone begging.

I smile, inching my fingers down a little more. “Such a good girl saying please. Is this what you need?” I keep going. Myfingertips brush against her clit for just a moment. “You need me to touch you right here?” I circle her clit slowly. She’s so wet my fingertips effortlessly glide over her.

“Yes.” She pants, moving her hips for more friction. She’s greedy, trying to take more than what I’m giving her right now, and it’s sexy as hell.

“Let me get the panties off,” I demand. “I want to see all of you.”

She nods, and that’s all I need. I pull my hand free from touching her just long enough to pull the black fabric down her legs and throw it to the side. My hand is on her again immediately. At the same moment I run my fingers through her wetness, I lean in to kiss her.

Our lips meet again in a frenzy of pure want and need. I taste her moan as I slide one finger inside her. She’s so fucking wet, and even with only one finger inside her, she’s tight around me.

“Fuck.” I groan, beginning to rock my finger in and out of her as my thumb circles her clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” she responds. She pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, making my cock jump with arousal. I need her so fucking bad, but I want to take my time with this. I want to focus on making her come before freeing myself and worrying about my own release.

“So fucking bad of you to want your boss like this, sunshine. This isn’t professional.” I coax a second finger inside her, wanting to feel her stretch around me.

“I don’t care.” She moans. “This feels too right to ever be bad.”

My forehead falls against hers for a moment as her words crash through me. I wish I could disagree with her, that I could regret letting this happen between us. But the tension between us has been too much, the attraction too strong, for me to feel bad about it.

At least right now. All I can do is take her at her word that no matter what happens right now, it won’t affect anything with Clara.

“Do you want me?” Liv asks, pulling me from my thoughts. She wiggles her hips, making me realize my fingers had stilled inside her.

“Yes,” I answer immediately, pressing a kiss to her lips to prove it.

“Then have me. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

I nod, deciding to enjoy the moment with her. I’ve tortured myself for days over wanting her. I’ve listed every single reason this shouldn’t be happening countless times, but none of it worked. I couldn’t resist her, and I still can’t right now.

I hook my fingers inside her, reveling in every pant and moan that falls from her lips. She’s right. Nothing about this could ever be bad, not when it feels so fucking perfect with her.

“Do you need my fingers or my tongue?”

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LIV

Dean’s wordsmake me still. I don’t know how I need him other than I just need him. Desperately.

My eyes meet his as I suck in a nervous breath. “I’ve never…I mean, no one’s ever…” My words trail off as I try to think of a way to tell him that no one’s ever gone down on me.

Dean’s eyes darken as he looks at me. His fingers still for a moment, but he doesn’t pull them out. His thumb still slowly circles my clit as his eyes search my face.

“No one’s ever what?” he asks, his voice serious and rough.

I stifle a moan. I didn’t think I’d be having this conversation with him, but then again, I didn’t expect his resolve to snap between us either. I hadn’t expected any of this to happen before we left to go shopping this morning. I didn’t think about how I’d tell him my sexual experience equates to a few backroom hookups with one of my coworkers just because I wanted to get being a virgin over with. There was never time for anything else.

“Liv,” Dean gets out, his voice strained. “Answer me, please.” The please is said desperately. It’s hot, knowing that he’s feeling as depraved for me as I am for him.

“I’ve never had anyone go down on me,” I rush to get out, my cheeks feeling hot with the admission.

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