Page 59 of Lyrical

“Chase….” I moaned against his lips, and he swore something under his breath. His mouth traveled down to my neck, down, down, down as I turned my head to the side and spotted the love seat through the open door of the rec room. I decided I wanted to get fucked over that.

But firstI needed a fucking condom.

I was damn near close, but I wasn’t so far gone not to realize that. Once we had the house to ourselves again permanently, I vowed to keep them stocked in every room. I needed him to run up and grab one because I couldn’t be trusted on the stairs. With my wobbly legs, I’d fall and crack my head open.

“Chase,” I breathed out, trembling like a fool because he was hauling down my pants, his lips following each step of the way, material pushed aside. “We need—ahhhhhhh.”

Once he had his tongue on me, I was done for. The blast came swiftly, knocking me harder to the wall, rolling me against it. “So fucking good, Jillian.” I heard his words as I rode out the last wave, still aroused as hell but simmered. I could probably make it up the stairs in one piece now since I was more stirred than shaken.

I slid down the wall, lowering myself to meet his face. His eyes were the deepest green as they peered back at me, and I could read the desire in them. I reached over and grasped for him, surprised to feel something other than bare skin.

“When did you put this away?” I asked softly, stroking him through his pants. But what I wasn’t surprised to feel was hardness. He had to be hurting by that point.

“When I knew I was getting too close. I didn’t want to scare you.”

Oh. He was taking care of me again. The green grew blurry as his mouth crashed on mine, and he expressed that desire through his kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, a new round of lust sweeping through me. I continued to caress him through the fabric, needing him out again. I wanted us both on level ground before we started up again.

“Take these off, Chase. Please,” I said when my mouth had a moment free. “I want to make you come now.” I smiled. “Now that you’re not operating any heavy machinery.”

His breath was hot against my neck. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get fucked, Wild Horses?”

God, yes.All I needed was a little more time, and I’d be right back to where I was before. That’s why I needed to do this now.

“We have all night, all weekend. Let me do this for you first, and then we’ll start all over again. You can fuck me so hard I won’t even know my own name anymore. I’ll only know yours.”

He scraped his jaw along my cheek, the stubble feeling stronger than before. Every part that made him a man slammed into me with such little contact, taking my breath away and making me dizzy. All my senses were in overdrive as he stared into my eyes again, the black crowding out the green.

His lips curved. “It’s a deal.”

He gave me one last kiss before he stood, bringing out that beautiful cock and rubbing it against my lips. I put my hands around the steel base and a shiver snaked through me. How did I ever get so lucky?

“No hands, Jillian.” I dropped them to my side. “Open.”

My lips parted and he glided over my tongue, filling my mouth, not stopping until I thought I possibly couldn’t handle any more. It hit my throat and I had a moment of struggle as I regained my breath, calming the reflex that was pushing him away. I didn’t want him away. I wanted to take it.

He held the back of my head, his fingers stroking as he pushed inside a little deeper, and I needed to adjust all over again. I tried to pull back on instinct, even though I was fighting myself not to.

“Just let go. Relax your throat and stay still. Let me fuck your mouth.” I glanced up to see him watching me so intensely, looking so damned turned on that it set me on fire. He moved his hand around to my face, tracing circles over my cheeks and around my stretched upper lip.

“I’ll be gentle, baby.” He drew his cock out enough for me to loosen and then moved it back in, his fingers dropping down to my caress my neck. “It won’t take much longer now.”

He thrust into me deeply but slowly, challenging me and making me so fucking wet. His touch all over my throat and face made it even more erotic, and I moaned around him. That seemed to push him over, because right after that I was sputtering again, swallowing as fast as I was able. He held himself securely in my mouth, and I took him all down just like I’d tried so hard to do in the car.

He pulled out and I tasted him along the way, a mixture of both of us on my tongue. He was now in that period of relaxed satisfaction while I was all fueled back up and ready to go.

Condom. Now.

I knew he’d be ready to go again soon too, and I wanted to be prepared for it. I stood, and he brought my mouth to his. Mmm… so fucking hot. I moved my lips over and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

I sprinted up to my bedroom, my legs making me proud. I yanked open my bedside dresser drawer and rummaged through. That was the only place I kept them now, besides my purse occasionally, but I already knew I was fresh out there. I shoved aside crumpled Post-its and free-floating mints and empty Kleenex packages and so many damn pencils, but think I could find just one foil wrapper peeking out somewhere? I should’ve had several left, so where the hell could they be hiding?

Argh. I started tossing stuff onto the floor. This was not cool. At all. Like I needed a cassette tape of stress-relieving meditations? What the fuck? Well, maybe I needed stress relief at the moment, but I wouldn’t get it with a broken cassette player that’d been in my garage since the early 90s. This was frickin’ ridiculous. It got added to the floor with the rest of the crap.

I hadn’t heard Chase until he was right behind me, his front to my back, one hand reaching around my waist, the other tugging his shirt over his head. He let his arm drop and the shirt went sailing off to the side.

“Leaving me in the middle of sex to clean out your junk drawer?” I crouched down thinking I saw something crinkly, but it was only a vitamin packet. “That could give a guy a complex.”

“You know that’s not what I’m doing.” I sighed when I heard his pants drop behind me. I was getting frustrated as all hell. That was a more accurate description of what I was up to. “And we weren’t in the middle of sex. We were trying to start it. That’s why I’m up here.”

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