Page 99 of Prey Tell
“Oh, fuck,” I wheeze, the sudden pressure of his calloused thumb sending me over the edge.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice almost frantic. “Come for me.Onlyfor me.”
I shatter around him, feeling my whole body pulse as I squeeze his hard shaft. My vision goes white, and my body pulls taut uncontrollably, snapping and shuddering beneath him as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had runs through my veins like wildfire. He groans and presses into me as he finds his release, pulling my hair each time his body twitches. It sends aftershocks through me, and though I’m not screaming anymore, I can still hear the echoes of my cries against the tile.
After a few seconds, he pulls out. I hear him walk to the sink, and I assume he’s going to clean me up—thedress, after all. Instead, when I look over my shoulder, he’s splashing water on his face.
“I know what you’re waiting for, but I’m not cleaning you up,” he says. After buckling himself back into his pants, he walks the two feet to me, turns me around to face him, and reaches down between my legs. When he pulls his finger away, I see the sheen of his cum on the tip of his index finger. Opening my mouth, I assume he wants me to taste it—after all, he’s done it before. Instead, he presses his finger behind my ear, rubbing it into my skin like perfume. It takes me a second to register that the scene is not over. “I want you to walk out of here with my cum dripping down your legs, with it behind your ear like your own blend of perfume. Like I’mmarkingyou as mine.”
I laugh. “As if anyone will know—”
“I’ll know. All night, as you talk to people, as that predatory professor tries to get in a last word,” he says, his voice soft as he trails his finger into my still-open mouth. “I will know that my scent is all over you. Between your legs, on your neck, and on your breath,” he finishes, reaching down and scooping up another finger of cum before placing it into my mouth.
My knees are shaking as he helps me straighten and smooth outthedress, and I look at myself in the mirror. I look positively half-fucked. Fixing my hair as quickly as I can, I wipe the mascara from my cheeks and swipe on some fresh lipstick. When I finish, I notice Chase watching me in the reflection of the mirror. His brows are furrowed, and his expression is reverential.
He may have been your first, Juliet, but I intend to be your last.
“Ready?” he asks, his smile cocky as he holds out a hand.
If I wasn’t so observant, I might not miss the bob of his throat, the way his eyes are scanning me for any trepidation, the way he seems to be offering something more than his hand.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, smiling as his eyes glaze over slightly.
* * *
After an hour of mingling, hanging on to Chase’s arm, we make our way back to the valet line. His car is ready before I can ask about our plans for the rest of the evening, and he drives us toward my house as I tamp down my disappointment. Just as he pulls up to the house, he turns to face me.
“I’d invite you home tonight, but your brother is there, and I’d rather not have that conversation tonight.”
My heart skips a beat at his words. “Yeah, we should probably tell him soon, though.”
Chase nods once, his expression serious. “We should.” He looks up at my house. “May I come in for a minute?” I nod, feeling excited, but he smirks knowingly. “Aftercare, Juliet. Remember?”
He climbs out of his side and opens my door, taking my hand and walking with me to the front door. I unlock it, and he comes inside, looking around for a few seconds before following me into the kitchen.
“I love this house,” he murmurs, leaning against the counter.
I lean against the small island and narrow my eyes. “You do?”
“Yeah. This feels more likehomethan the castle ever did for me.”
I swallow thickly, thinking of how much Dylan hated it. Thinking of Chase’s stipulations.
They must be okay living in that house until the dayyoudecide to sell it. And maybe that’s never. And they have to be okay with that. Am I making myself clear?
“Are you okay?” he asks, walking over to where I’m standing.
“I’m fine,” I tell him, my eyes fluttering closed as he trails his fingers over my neck.
“Go into your bedroom, Juliet. I’ll check you over before I leave.”
I walk across the kitchen to the hallway, and I feel his hand on my lower back as we enter my bedroom. My cheeks flush when I see the pile of clothes in the corner, the desk with scattered papers pertaining to my dissertation. My barely-made bed—I’d pulled the duvet over the rumpled sheets this morning, not bothering to properly make it. Plus, there are several water glasses on my bedside table.
“I should’ve tidied my room before you came over.”
Chase chuckles. “You think I don’t know that both you and your brother are two of the messiest people ever to exist?”
I snort. “That must bother you. His notorious piles in your pristine apartment.”
