Page 14 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

My mouth goes dry and my fingers twitch as I grip the doorknob. I can do this. I want to do this. I slowly, carefully, quietly turn the knob. Taking a deep breath, I open it a crack.

Chase has one hand planted on the vanity. The other grips his impressive cock. I was so right about the size. It matches the rest of him. His gaze shifts toward the door and when his eyes meet mine, I surprise myself by not issuing an apology, slamming the door shut, and making a hasty retreat under the covers.

Instead, I lick my lips and channel my inner seductress, which I was unaware existed at all until this very moment. “Please don’t stop.”

Chase’s eyes flare as his cheeks turn pink. But he doesn’t make a move to tuck himself back into his pajama pants, which I take as a green light. He seems confused, but also intrigued.

My eyes drop as he gives his cock a tentative stroke. I push the door open, my gaze raking over him greedily. He’s just so fucking beautiful. Broad shoulders, defined biceps, tight forearms, thick chest, and rolling abs. His pajama pants have been pushed down so one deliciously round globe of tight ass is on display.

His thumb smooths over the head as he drags his fist back down. My entire body heats, a flush working its way from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.

I lean casually against the doorframe and finger the bottom of my shirt. “If you’re getting off, so am I.”

He blinks twice, licks his bottom lip, and nods. “Yeah. Yes. That…I want that.”

His eagerness bolsters my confidence. I slowly drag the hem of the stupidly oversized shirt up, revealing bare thighs, but stop when I reach the apex of them. I slide a single finger between my folds and circle my clit.

Chase’s rhythm falters, eyes flipping between my face and where my finger dips between my thighs. He pats the top of the vanity. “You should sit up here. It’ll be better for you.”

As I hop up on the cold marble, I notice that my underwear is no longer tucked under my shirt. Interesting. I hike the shirt up, gathering it at my waist and tying a knot so it doesn’t get in the way. I can’t believe I’m about to have a mutual masturbation session. With the hot hockey player I’ve been lusting after for the past two months. This better not be a fever dream.

Chase seems to stop breathing as I part my thighs and reveal myself.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groans.

My ego inflates a little more.I turn Chase on. Me. Despite how wet I already am, I slip my index finger between my lips.Chase’s gaze turns molten as I lower my hand between my thighs and gently circle my clit.

“Fuck. Wait.” He steps closer, chest heaving. His eyes are wild as they move from my face to where my finger presses against my hot button, paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Did I get this all wrong? Misread the signs?

“I want to make you come.” He rolls his shoulders back. “If you want me to, that is.”

I cock my head, considering my words carefully. I go with the most brazen, blush-inducing phrase I’ve ever uttered to a guy I want to get with. “You want to touch my precious?” Except I meant to saypussy, but it’s too late to take it back.

“Fuck. Yes.” His grip on his cock tightens and his eyes fall closed as he exhales in a rush. When they open again, they’re an inferno of lust. “Please say that again.”

His reaction spurs me on. I slip my finger lower, circling my entrance. “Do you want to finger-fuck my precious, Chase?”

“Absolutely, Cameron.” He nods vigorously. “I one million percent want to finger-fuck your precious.” He moves to stand between my thighs. “Can I kiss you first, though?”

“Okay.”

He releases his cock and cups my face between his warm palms. I push away the thought his penis hand is now resting against the side of my neck. His expression is intense as he leans in. He’s tentative at first, lips brushing gently over mine.

When I lick his top lip, he groans and tips his head, parting for me. Our tongues meet and tangle. I trail my fingers over the glorious dips and planes of his cut body. I’m making out with a hockey player. A really hot, well-endowed hockey player. This is a check mark on my bucket list.

I half expect him to be aggressive, but he’s completely the opposite. He’s soft, gentle, and sweet, our tongues brushing and exploring. As far as first kisses go, this is an award winner.

While we make out, I follow the line bisecting his abs past his navel. My fingertips brush the satin-smooth skin of hiserection, causing him to groan and his fingers to tighten in my hair.

He breaks the kiss, his breath leaving him on a ragged pant as my fingers curve around his length. I feel like a damn goddess as his gaze drops.

“Ah fuck, that feels so good, Cameron.”

“Cammie, I go by Cammie.”

“Cammie, your hand is fucking bliss,” he declares.

Both of our gazes drop as I continue to stroke him, thumb sweeping over the head when I reach the crown.

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