Page 58 of David's Chase

“I know that,” I say, and earn a chuckle.

“You know nothing,” he says in a soft, tender voice, and I look at him and then at his erection, wondering where that will go. It’s pretty obvious, but I still like to wonder.

He slides the dildo in.

Slowly, so it doesn’t create pain as my body adjusts to it.

It feels great.

He does what he did to me moments ago, only using the toy.

The idea that he is moving the dildo while stroking his erection next to my face makes me crawl close to him so I can touch his hard–on.

“How does it feel?” he asks, a knowing smile on his lips. “I guess it’s good,” he adds, noticing how I spread my legs.

It feels amazing, but I won’t say a word. Let him bask in uncertainty––although I doubt that will ever happen.

I wrap my lips around the tip of his erection, and his eyes turn heavy, flooded with lust.

“Do that when you’re ready,” he says.

“I am ready. I’ve been ready for the past half an hour,” I argue, wanting to press my lips against his hardness, take him into my mouth, and have a clear representation of how it would feel to have three men inside me at the same time.

He pushes the dildo deeper, and his gaze dips to the goosebumps rising across my shoulders.

“You are ready,” he says and points his erection to my mouth so I can suck on it.

Very little of that actually happens.

The moment my mouth is full, my pleasure soars, and shockwaves spike and fall through me. Before long, his warm release tumbles down my throat.

10

LIZ

The morning findsme in bed, enjoying the view again, not knowing whether I’m home alone or he’s in the house.

A cup of hot tea sits on a tray on the nightstand.

That’s the only sign he has been here.

I fell asleep before he did last night, and I’m not sure we’ve actually slept in the same bed.

“Nice touch,” I murmur, stretching my hand out and lifting the mug off the tray.

Tea and freshly baked blueberry scones.I’m sure he ordered them this morning.

I pick one up and take a bite before drinking tea.

Life can’t get better than this. And now, I have, I think, the book boyfriend I needed for my story.

If this doesn’t inspire me to write, I don’t know what will.I can surely leave aside the not so palatable parts of his story.

My lead man will be a former army guy with a penchant for redheads and an oversized bank account.

I laugh, amused, while the voice inside my head watches me with an eyebrow lifted.

’What?’I toss at her.‘You’re jealous because I’m having a good time and a story for my book.’

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