Page 43 of Broken on the Mountain
His tongue finds my clit. A slow, deliberate stroke as I gasp, my fingers fisting in his hair as my hips rise to press against his warm mouth.
He does it again. And again. Circling. Teasing.
Applying just the right pressure to make my hips jerk off the rug over and over. It’s exquisite torture.
“That dinner,” I pant, my thoughts fragmenting. “Mother… Maxwell… god, they were awful…”
His tongue circles faster, firmer. “Forget them.” He nips lightly at my inner thigh. “You're here now. Right here. With me, and only me.”
His tongue plunges into me, fucking me deep, then retreating to lavish attention on my clit. I’m panting, writhing, mindless with pleasure as thoughts flash before my eyes.
“You know he’s…Oh!… nothing, right?” I gasp, my hips lifting off the rug as his tongue flicks expertly over my clit. “Just… some… banker… Mother’s idea… of perfect…”
Chase groans against me, the vibration rippling through my core. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as he sucks hard.
“God! Chase!” My head thrashes back. “Didn’t… want him… didn’t… touch him…”
He lifts his head just enough to growl, his breath hot and damp on my soaked skin. “Better not have. This cunt’s mine. Only mine, Piper.”
Um. Hello!
The raw, possessive claim shouldn’t thrill me. But it does. It sets fire to my blood like nothing ever has before.
“Yes.It's yours,” I whimper, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his mouth against me, desperate for more. “Only… yours…”
No strings.The phrase echoes hollowly in my fogged mind as his tongue delves deep again, fucking into me with relentless precision.
Icando what I want. Sleep withwhoI want.
Go back to Chicago whenever I want.
But why the hell would I want that when I could havethis? Chase’s hungry, dirty,filthymouth. His calloused hands branding my skin. The way he makes me scream his name like I’ve never needed anything more in my life.
My week flashes through the haze of pleasure, the suffocating lunch where Mother paraded me like a show pony all over again. I had to sit there, pretending I wasn’t counting the hours until Friday. Pretending my heart didn’t lurch every time my phone buzzed with a text from Stone River.
“Fuck our rules,” I moan, arching wildly as his fingers join his tongue, curling inside me. “Chase! Oh God… please…”
He adds a finger, curling it and stroking that spot just inside my entrance. His mouth sucks hard on my clit and the pressure builds, a wave cresting higher and higher…
“Come for me, Piper.” His voice vibrates against me. “Scream my name. Let me hear it.”
The command shatters me as pleasure detonates, white-hot through my entire body. My body bows off the rug, a raw cry tearing from my throat.“CHASE!”
He rides it out with me, his tongue gentling, coaxing every last tremor from my body until I collapse back onto the rug.
He kisses his way back up my body, his lips claiming mine again, sharing my taste.
I can feel he’s hard again. Already.
“Ready?” he grits out, his eyes blazing into mine. “I need to be inside you.”
The sharprrriiiipof the condom wrapper tears through the heavy breathing. Chase tears it open with his teeth, his eyes locked on mine, blazing with intent. My core clenches, wet and ready, but my brain screeches to a halt.
His words from the waterfall echo, sharp as that tear.
"I catch feelings like other people catch colds. Fast and completely."
Fast and completely.
