Page 74 of Chasing Lyric
I don’t break eye contact as I trace him slowly, the thick ridge of him growing even harder under my palm. His breath catches, and I feel the battle in him, the man who plays by the rules, and the man I clearly want to break them with.
His jaw ticks. His gaze heats. Then his lips part, the breath he releases coming out shaky.
I rise up on my toes, letting my body press against his while I graze a teasing kiss to his lips, soft, slow, sinful, before pulling back just enough for him to miss it.
“How ’bout it, Hallmark?” I whisper, voice dripping with flirtation. “Wanna get all dirty with me in the shower?”
He groans, low and rough, like he’s fighting every logical thought in his head. Then his hands grip my hips, yanking me flush against him, his cock rock hard now between us. “Babe…” he growls, leaning down until his lips brush my ear, “… you start something like that, you better be ready to finish it… soap optional.” A low growl echoes from his chest when he suddenly scoops me up and over his shoulder. I let out a loud squeal as my face falls in line with his ass.Damn, his fine ass. His large palm quickly slaps me, not hard but firm enough to make my cheek tingle.
“You are a troublemaker,” he calls out, rushing us through the house to the bathroom, both of us laughing.
“Rawrr…fuckers, fuckers,”Polly squawks from the other end of the house.
Chase hurries through the bathroom door, placing me carefully on the vanity. My legs dangle over the edge as he shuffles out of his suit jacket, slamming the door shut to drown out Polly’s incessant cussing.
I yank my tank top over my head, throwing it to the floor. It lands on the round, shaggy bathmat next to Chase’s jacket. Removing my bra, I let it fall as well before he leans in, roughly kissing my neck. My fingers shift to the buttons on his shirt.Ihate these fucking little things.They’re the bane of my existence. We’re short on time as it is, so I make a judgment call. I tighten my fingers on either side of his shirt and pull hard. Tiny white plastic circles start popping off, flying in all directions around my bathroom.
Chase’s head snaps back, his eyes focusing on me. “Did you just rip open my shirt?”
I try to hold in my giggle. “We’re short on time. They take too long.”
He chuckles like that was the highlight of his day while he shuffles out of his completely ruined shirt. “That was the fucking hottest thing I think you’veeverdone to me.”
“Oh, well, if you’re impressed by that, wait till you see what I do to your pants.”
He moves his hands to his belt. “Uh-uh… ah, I want to keep some items of clothing intact. But if you think your panties are safe from now on, you have another thing coming.”
I tilt my head as I watch him lower his pants. “Promises, promises.”
He shuffles out of his briefs, leaving himself completely naked. Chase is the perfect specimen of a man, raw, powerful, and sculpted to ruin my self-control. His hands slide to my jeans and undo the button. I sit up a little so he can slide them down and over my legs. My clit’s already throbbing with need as he moves closer, his eyes hooded while his fingers trace the edges of my panties. I know he’s going to make good on his promise. I love these panties, but the thought of him tearing them off me far outweighs the need for me to keep them.
He leans in. His lips smash against mine. There’s no time for gentle moves or politeness here. He’s taking what he wants, and I’m willing to let him have it. He kisses me intensely, his tongue colliding with mine and with such need, with such want that he has a commanding hold over me.
One hand slides up my stomach to my breast, kneading it, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I moan into his mouth as the feelings overtake my body. His other hand slides in between my legs, then inside my panties. Chase’s finger pushes against my clit, and then he circles, sliding up and down, working me up for him.
My hips roll, chasing the friction only he can give. His fingers work like magic, and I’m already addicted, hooked on every touch. I moan into his mouth, the pressure building fast, sharp, and wild. My panties cling tight, forcing his hand flush against my pussy, and the heat that bursts through me is instant, pulsing, and impossible to ignore.
The feeling is almost too much. Like I’ve stepped off a ledge and I’m hovering mid-air, breath caught, waiting for the fall.
One of Chase’s hands cups and kneads my breast, his thumb teasing my hardened nipple through the lace while the other works my clit in tight, merciless circles.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already shaking for me,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire.
My chest heaves, breath shallow, heart racing. His fingers press, circle, rotate, then repeat, with purpose and precision. A punishingly good rhythm. I gasp, tearing my lips from his as my head falls back, desperate for air.
Chase doesn’t miss a beat. His mouth drops to my throat, nipping at the delicate skin, then moving to my collarbone, where he bites just enough to make me hiss in pleasure. His tongue soothes the sting, dragging across the reddened skin like he owns every inch of me.
My body trembles, desperate for him. “God, Chase,” I whimper, my voice half broken, half pleading.
“That’s it, baby, moan for me. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he growls out the words before he nips at my ear. Then he slips two fingers deep inside me with no warning, hitting theperfect spot like he’s mapped me out. White-knuckling the basin to keep myself upright, his thumb finds my clit again and begins a brutal rhythm that has me panting his name.
He leans in close, his breath hot against my skin. “So fucking wet. You’re dripping for me, Lyri. You were made for my fingers, and soon, you’ll be gripping my cock just like this.” He punctuates his words by curling his fingers, dragging them along that sweet spot that sends a flash of white behind my eyes.
My whole body lights up—nerve endings on fire. My muscles draw taut, my orgasm winding like a coil pulled to snapping point. I try to hold on, try to breathe, but then Chase licks a slow, sinful line from my shoulder to my ear and murmurs, “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you lose it.”
And I do.
I break apart.
