Page 21 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“Yeah, but I want to read about it. You should keep writing.” He tries to move my hands to the keyboard.

“I can’t write with you reading over my shoulder.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird.”

He arches a brow.

I arch one back.

“Fine, why don’t you tell me what’s supposed to happen next instead.” He props his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on them.

“They take it to the bedroom and fuck,” I deadpan.

He gives me an unimpressed look. “What about the foreplay? There must be foreplay. All they did was soap each other up in the bath.” He backtracks. “Which was hot for sure, but what about the fingerbangs and handies?”

I roll my eyes. “Obviously that’s part of what happens next.”

“What else is part of what happens next?”

“Probably some oral,” I mutter.

“Do Legolas and Aragorn take turns eating Arwen out?” Chase tries to surreptitiously move his dick around in his pants. His eyes are lit up with excitement and lust. “Does Arwen blow them while they tongue-fuck her?”

“Sure.” The scene has been playing out in my head for a week, I just haven’t had time to put it down.

“Come on, Cammie. I need details. What about positions? Whose face does Arwen sit on first? This guy needs to know.” He pokes himself in the chest.

“Aragorn’s face. She would sit on his face first.”

“Because he didn’t get to go on the quest and he’s missed her precious the most while Legolas didn’t have to share her for however long they were gone,” Chase muses.

“Basically, yeah.”

“But where’s Legolas? Is he feeling left out?” Chase seems legitimately concerned about Legolas’s whereabouts.

“He’s on the bed, too.” In my head, I picture Chase stretched out on the very bed we’re sitting on, naked, with Arwen’s (my) knees on either side of his head, in position for a sixty-niner, but with a lighter-haired Chase number two straddling Chase number one’s thighs, so Arwen (I) has easy access to both of their cocks.

“I have an idea,” Chase says.

I bite the inside of my cheek.

“Now you can tell me to fuck the hell off if you want, but what if we acted out the scene? For research purposes, minus Legolas, because it’s just you and me.” His tongue drags across his bottom lip.

“You want to eat me out?” Based on the tingles below the waist, my pussy really likes this idea.

“I’d fucking love to eat you out.” He nods vigorously. “Like so much.”

“And you’d also like me to blow you, while you tongue-fuck me.” Obviously I need to clarify the parameters.

“Only if you want to reciprocate.” He swallows thickly and nods once. “But yes, please.”

I’ve never sixty-nined before, so this will be something new for me. “Okay.”

“Seriously?” He seems shocked.

I shrug, trying to act nonchalant when really I’m freaking out. Chase Lovett wants to put his face between my legs. It’s like two bucket list items at the same time. “Yeah. Why not?”

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