Page 23 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

All my needy body parts respond, my stomach tightening, heat flooding my center. Chase devotes the same attention to the other nipple. And then he pushes to his feet, hands slidingaround to cup my ass as he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing.

I shriek and grip his shoulders as he spins around and lays me on the bed, then shifts to the right, turning us on our sides.

“That was exceptionally graceful,” I note.

“Thanks.” He kisses me again, hand still on my boob. It moves down my stomach, and he pops the button on my jeans. “This is still okay?”

“Definitely. Yes. No pants will make eating me out a lot easier.”

“Truth.” He drags the zipper down.

I get impatient and shove my pants and underwear over my hips, gracelessly kicking them off. Chase’s hand trails down my stomach. He doesn’t immediately go for the hot button and rub it like he’s expecting a genie to appear. Instead, he slides his hand between my thighs and cups me. “I’m so fucking excited to get real personal with your precious.”

I laugh and he smiles.

“Should we try out the scene you were writing? For research purposes, of course.” His eyes are alight with carnal desire.

“Sure. Yeah. Okay.” This is actually happening. I’m going to sit on Chase’s face. On purpose.

He rolls onto his back and shoves his boxers down his muscular thighs. They’re ridiculous. His erection springs free, bobbing once before it smacks against his stomach.

He lies on his back and adjusts the pillow, then beckons me closer. “Bring that precious over here.”

“You don’t have to keep calling it that.”

“Yeah, I do. It’s part of the scene. Bring it hither.”

“Please never sayhitheragain.”

“For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking misery, and sit on my face.”

Well, when he puts it that way… “Sir, yes, sir.” I straddle his head, feeling all kinds of exceptionally awkward as I try to keep my balance and not accidentally suffocate him with my vagina.

I brace my weight on one hand and grip his erection in my other. He groans and kneads my ass. Then gives the right cheek a smack.

I startle and look down at him through my spread legs. His eyes are wide.

“Sorry. So sorry. Just…your ass is great, and I didn’t think.”

“It’s okay.”

He bites the back of my thigh, not hard, but enough to stoke the fire working its way through my body. I give his cock a few gentle strokes. I remind myself that I can fit an entire popsicle in my mouth, and this isn’t massively different apart from girth.

I start by kissing the tip. Chase wriggles around under me and tries to pull my vagina closer to his face. When he strokes me with his tongue, my bracing arm almost gives out. I give the head of his cock the ice cream cone treatment, but then something presses against my opening and his tongue finds my clit and I moan.

Chase makes an approving noise and keeps up with the licking. I try to bob on his erection, but mostly I’m just holding it in my mouth and moaning. And then I feel something press against the back door.

I pop off. “Chase?”

“Okay, so I think in theory this is a fun position, but I feel like it requires a lot of multitasking and I’m not great at that, so maybe I can just focus on you for a while and you can focus on me later, if you want to,” Chase says.

I roll off him and am so thankful I don’t knee him in the face. “Or I could focus on you now.”

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “You come first.”

He’s a rare gem. “If you insist.”

“I do.” He sits up in a rush, grabs me by the waist, and flips me onto my back. And then he peppers kisses down my body. His gaze lifts as he settles between my thighs, shoulders nudging them wider. He turns his head and presses his lips to the inside of my thigh. “This is so much better.” He moves to the inside ofthe other thigh and drops wet kisses all over my sex before he finally licks a path from my entrance to my clit.

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