Page 65 of Wild Side
When he finally takes a step forward, I let out an exhale. When he closes the bedroom door, I let out a moan. God, I want him inside me so badly that I can taste it. I’m not sure what’s going on, but for a moment today, I thought he was dead.
He’s not dead.
No, he’s breathing and half-naked in front of me.
Then he drops the towel, and he’s completely naked in front of me. My tongue slips out, sliding across my bottom lip as Iwatch him. He’s hard. He’s still got some water droplets on his skin, too.
I want to taste him… all of him.
“Chase,” I exhale.
He takes another step toward me, wrapping his fingers around his length as he does. He strokes himself. He doesn’t need to. He’s hard and ready. I lick my lips again, my breathing coming out heavy and in pants.
God.
I want him.
Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I stand, reaching for the hem of my shirt, peeling it over my head. I toss it to the floor then move toward him, one step and then another, each time taking off more clothes until I’m standing directly in front of him, completely naked.
He reaches out, lifting his hand to my cheek. I look up at him and search his eyes for a moment. We stare at one another, neither of us speaking, standing naked in front of one another.
His hand slides down my jaw to my neck. His fingers curl around my throat before he shifts forward and touches his mouth to mine. “I want to fuck you, honey. I can’t promise I’m going to be gentle.”
My thighs tremble. I want that. I didn’t know how much I wanted that until now. But I do. I want him to fuck me—hard. I want it so badly that I can almost taste it. His hand falls from my throat before he reaches behind me and grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing it.
He releases my ass, and I take a step backward, turning around as I hurry toward his bed. Climbing onto the mattress, I stay on my knees, keeping my back to him. I hear him grunt, then a moment later, he’s behind me.
I expect him to bend me over and slide inside me immediately, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel his hand on my belly,and the other hand wraps around the front of my throat. The hand on my belly slowly slips down between my legs.
The moment his fingers slide through my folds, my entire body relaxes instantly. Every single muscle inside me turns to jelly. He holds me up, his arms around me, his lips on my neck, resting where my shoulder and neck meet.
He sinks his teeth into my skin there, and my head falls backward against his shoulder. His fingers slip inside me, curling as he presses his thumb against my clit. My eyes slide closed as my panting breaths fill the room, bouncing off the walls around us.
Reaching out, I curl my fingers around the headboard, holding on as he continues to move his fingers inside me. My hips roll as I search for more. I know he’s going to make me come, and it’s going to be spectacular.
He always delivers.
This man always gives me exactly what I need, the way I need it. “Are you going to come for me, honey?” he asks.
Whimpering, I breathe against his jaw, trying to keep from losing myself completely. His fingers continue to move, his thumb pressing against my clit. My hips jerk. I’m unable to keep them still.
I want to come.
I need to come.
“Ride my fingers, honey.”
I do. I ride his fingers. Hard and fast. There is something about this man, about the way he makes me feel. I have never felt beautiful except with this man. I can throw all caution to the wind. I don’t have to do anything but feel.
And, my god, does he make me feel.
“Please,” I exhale. “Please.”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Yeah.”
And then it happens. I do exactly what he wants me to do. I come. It starts as a slow roll, then consumes me. My eyes slide closed as I cry out. I don’t know if the walls are thin or not, but even if they aren’t, I’m pretty sure everyone in this clubhouse can hear me. So damn good.
So fucking good.
