Page 34 of Wild Side
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond immediately. He continues to stare at me in silence. I’m surprised by his words when he begins to talk. “I was thinking about how you’ve been on my mind for three months, and now you’re right here. I don’t know what to do with you, though.”
“Do with me?” My heart races at the fact that he’s just admitted he’s been thinking about me while I’ve been dreaming about him.
His tongue peeks out as he licks the corner of his mouth, then he lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, Zadie. I don’t know what the fuck to do with you. Lying here in my bed, pregnant with my baby.”
I’m not sure what he’s saying here, if he thinks this is a good thing or a bad one. I don’t ask him, though. Instead, I continueto watch him and wait for him to say something else, to explain himself. He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand, and his warm touch settles against the side of my throat as his eyes peer into mine.
“Chase,” I breathe.
He leans forward slightly until his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss, and I let out a heavy sigh, loving the way it feels when he’s this close to me. It feels almost more intimate than when he’s inside me.
His hand on my neck glides down my shoulder, my bicep, my wrist, and then travels to my hip before his fingers grip me there, digging into my flesh. I want him inside me again. Rubbing my legs together, I attempt to alleviate the ache between them—it doesn’t work.
Chase shifts back slightly, his eyes dancing as they search mine. He knows what he’s doing to me. The devilish grin on his face is all too telling. Mustering all the courage I have, I sit up.
His brows knit together in confusion. I’m not surprised because I’m confused by my actions as well. I’ve never been forward before, never initiated anything, but I want this. I want him, and we’re here together. I might as well just go for it. Go for him.
Moving down the bed, keeping my eyes on his, I hear him grunt as I reach for the sheet and gently guide it down his hips and then his legs. Then I straddle his thighs and reach for the waistband of his underwear.
“Babe,” he grunts.
He’s already hard beneath his boxer briefs, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip as I slide his underwear down his hips, settling it at his thighs so I don’t have to move away from him. When I flick my gaze down to his length, my breath hitches at the sight.
We’ve only had sex a few times, and all those times were quick, in the dark, and in public. Neither of us has been allowed to take our time—until now. And I want to taste him. All of him.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I stroke him twice before I open my mouth and take him inside, as far down my throat as possible. On the way back up, I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick, then suck him in, going deeper this time.
Curling my fingers around the base of his dick, I stroke him in tandem with my mouth. Up and down.
“Look at me,” he demands, his voice deep and gravely.
I look up at him through my lashes, but I don’t stop. I’m not sure if I’m doing this the right way or not. He isn’t telling me to stop, so I guess there’s that. Then I feel his fingers shift through my hair at the side of my head, and he grips me, holding my head still as he lifts his hips.
Chase is fucking my mouth.
My eyes widen, but I don’t try to pull away. I don’t want to. I stay where he holds me. I stay as he lifts his hips, his hard length sliding down my throat. Relaxing my body as much as possible, I can’t look away. I am focused on him, watching the beauty of his face.
And Chase is beautiful.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Take me, honey. All of me.”
And before I realize what’s happening, his taste touches my tongue, sliding down my throat. He comes. His fingers are twisted so tightly in my hair that it burns my scalp, but I welcome the pain, the bite.
Chase’s head falls back on the pillow, his cock softening in my mouth. Only when he releases his grasp on my hair do I shift back slightly, wiping the saliva from my chin and the tears that escaped down my cheeks with the back of my hand.
I start to move away from him, my cheeks feeling hot because I’m embarrassed. I don’t know why, but I do. He doesn’t let mego, though. His hands slide beneath my armpits, and I gasp as he pulls me up his body.
“My turn,” he grinds out as he settles me against his face… my pussy right there.
In. His. Face.
“Chase,” I breathe.
“Yeah, honey. I want to hear you say my name just like that when I taste your cum on my tongue.”
Before I can say anything else, his fingers grip my hips, and he slams me down against his mouth. Then his tongue swirls my clit, and my eyes slide closed. Whatever thoughts I had, they’re gone.
