Page 89 of Mayhem

He moves his tongue in time with his fingers, sometimes pulling back to offer dirty words of encouragement. My body climbs higher, my skin hypersensitive to every little touch. The brush of his shoulders between my thighs. The way my own forearms brush against my stomach as I bury my hands in his hair. Each brush a sensation adding to the heightened arousal. It’s almost too much, my brain fuzzy as I attempt to focus my mind. Without warning, I surrender, my body convulsing as a high-pitched noise falls from my mouth.

For a moment, the whole world stops.

Then my senses come flooding back. First, the ceiling comes back into focus. The nerves between my legs continue to pulse as Chase’s tongue lightly laps them. Then my chest heaving registers as my fingers ache from clenching Chase’s head. When I gasp for a breath, I can smell a mixture of tobacco and woodsy that is Chase with the heady smell of sweat and sex. It’s all so erotic.

As I come down, it all becomes too sensitive.

“Stop, please.”

He pulls back immediately, a frown on his face.

“Sensitive,” I manage to breathe out.

As soon as the words leave my lips, a satisfied smile covers his face.

He kisses his way back up my body, pausing when he’s eye to eye with me.

“You are gorgeous when you come. I could watch you do that all day long.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “If that’s how it always feels, I’m not sure I would object.”

The smile he gives me is almost boyish, making my heart grow warm. He leans down, pressing his lips to mine. Once. Twice. Then he dives in, biting my bottom lip, making me groan. As soon as my lips part, he slides his tongue inside. The taste of him along with my own pleasure is potent. It’s pure lust with each pass of tongue against tongue.

Within minutes, the heat between my legs throbs painfully again, ready for more.

Breaking away, I kiss his jaw. “Show me.”

“Show you what, baby?” his husky voice asks before he nuzzles against my cheek.

“Show me who I belong to.”

He pulls back, his eyes possessive. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It only thrills me, making my body ache for him.

“Are you sure you’re ready? We can wait as long as you want.”

He’s holding on by a thread. I can see it. One word and he would pull away, leaving me here by myself as he fights with his desire.

I don’t want that though. I want him. I need him. I’m desperate for the action to prove the words he has been telling me for weeks.

I want to be his.

I want him to be mine.

“I’m tired of waiting. Show me I’m yours.”

He growls, leaning down, pressing a rough kiss to my lips.

Then he moves, pulling open his side drawer. He pulls out a condom, setting it on top of the nightstand as he stands. I almost protest until he pulls his athletic shorts down his legs, leaving him naked.

My eyes zero in on his erect cock staring right back at me. I don’t know what I thought it would look like, but it’s large. The thought of his dick sliding into me is equally exciting and daunting. There’s a bead of liquid on the end while the rest looks reddish-purple, almost angry. I lick my lip at how engorged it is. It jumps, making me flinch.

Chase chuckles. “This is what you do to me all the time. I’m always hard whenever you’re around.”

Feeling cheeky, I tease him, “Even when I’m a brat?”

His eyes darken. “Especially when you’re a brat. Spanking that round ass of yours until my handprints are marking your beautiful skin is one of my favorite fantasies.”

His devious words are like a match setting my skin ablaze.

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