“How are you feeling about us?” I knew I was taking a risk in asking. I could feel her response to me. If I just kept right on going, I bet I could get her to give me a green light in no time. But I didn’t just want her body along for the ride. I wanted all of her, no regrets, no reservations. And I could wait until she was ready to do it.
“Chase.” She exhaled as she said my name, as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time. I knew how that felt. She nearly knocked the wind right out of me, too. “It’s so intense with you.”
I nodded, closing my eyes, breathing her in. She had such a uniquely delicious scent. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her, licking, kissing, tasting her honeyed sweetness until I felt drunk.
“I’m…” she continued, searching for words. “I mean, obviously I’m into you.” We both laughed at the reality of our connection, so strong and undeniable. “But I’m worried. We just sat through a whole talk about how this is the time we’re all supposed to focus, double down, dig deep. I’m not exactly being professional here.” She gestured to us, sitting together on the couch, her thighs bare as her legs stretched out to the side. “And you’re not supposed to be getting all distracted. I swear, I felt like your coach was looking right at us when he said no one can afford to screw around right now.”
“He probably was,” I admitted. I’d noticed it, too.
“Oh God, I’d hoped I was being paranoid.” She dropped her face to my chest, embarrassed.
“Shh, Emma, we’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Yes, we are!” She burst out laughing, but not in a happy way, more like what I’d said was absurd. “This is completely wrong! My parents would be shocked.”
“Yeah, they probably wouldn’t like to see you humping me.” I had to tease her. She was being too hard on herself. And from my perspective, our coaches were being closed-minded. They meant we shouldn’t be out partying and fucking around. This wasn’t that.
She groaned, again not in the way I wanted to hear her groaning. And she brought her hands to her face, away from my shoulders where they’d felt so right. See, this was what I got for trying to be a good guy.
“All right, how about this. No sex.” What was I saying? I needed to stop myself from talking.
“What?” Even she looked slightly dismayed at my suggestion.
“We’ll go slow, Emma. We don’t have to rush what’s between us. There’s a lot going on right now.”
“The Olympics,” she nodded.
“Yeah, that,” I agreed. What I’d been training for over the last 12 years of my life. Just that.
“But I’m not staying away from you,” I continued. “That’s too much to ask. Unless it’s what you want.”
“No,” she quickly disabused me of that notion.
“Good, because I’m not sure I could even if you wanted me to,” I admitted. Yes, it sounded nuts, but I guessed this was how people felt when they were falling. I definitely felt no solid ground beneath my feet. But instead of thinking anymore, I let myself do what I really wanted and lowered my mouth again to hers, drinking her in. I lost myself in her sighs, her body pressed against mine. She grew bolder as we kissed, tasting me with her tongue, nipping my bottom lip, clutching at my bicep.
I could feel the doubt leaving her body as she let herself feel, be in the moment as we explored each other. Her legs beckoned to me, so shapely and athletic, draped over mine. I slipped off her flip-flops and caressed every inch of her, from the toes all the way up to the edge of her short skirt. My fingers danced there, tracing the line, wanting to move up, but wanting her to ask for it. I didn’t want to do any more than she wanted.
And I had to admit, as much as it drove me crazy in the process, I liked teasing her. Getting her so worked up, I’d never felt more powerful. Nothing had ever given me such a rush, not winning an event, not even breaking a world record. Feeling her come alive in my arms, twisting against me, the heat building in her core as she started breathing more heavily, her eyes half-closed as she pulled at my shirt, wanting it off. It was a like a drug, coaxing out her desire.
I took off my shirt and she removed her own, then threw her arms around my neck, pressing her hot little body against mine. Yes, the feel of our skin touching, I could barely think any more. But I needed space, just a little, so I could take a good look. I was a visual guy. The image of her breasts in a simple cream lace bra, a demi cup just grazing the tips of her nipples, nearly seared my brain. So round and pert and begging for attention. I cupped my hands under her breasts, palming them, leaning down to draw my tongue along the exposed upper flesh. She shivered and pressed her hands to my chest, nearly pawing at me.
“So pretty, Emma. So gorgeous.” I teased her nipple through the lace, loving how it hardened with arousal in my mouth. She moaned, digging her fingers into my shoulders. Good thing she didn’t have long nails or she would have left claw marks. That might make some interesting headline news the next day.
“I said no sex tonight,” I reminded myself as much as I did her. “And I’ll stick to that. But there is something I didn’t promise. Something I’m going to have to do.”
“What?” she managed, breathless, her lips already swollen with my kisses, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
“I’m going to have to make you come.”
CHAPTER 11
Emma
“Chase,” I groaned, already throbbing and squirming with need. The man knew exactly how to touch me to drive me wild. Not to mention his words. I’d had a couple of guys try to talk dirty to me in the past and they’d just sounded stupid. No, I did not want to go for a ride, cowboy.
But Chase wasn’t trying to play games. He was dead serious. He was world famous for his intensity, and now he had it all turned on me. My whole body quivered in needy anticipation.
“Can I touch you, Emma?” he asked, stroking my thighs gently, so torturously. “I want to feel you again. You felt so good on my fingers.”
I swallowed and nodded my agreement. I already didn’t feel that in control of speaking. I’d never felt so frenzied before, especially after having done so little. We’d only been making out like teenagers and I already felt close to an orgasm.
At my assent, he slipped my skirt right off of me. Bless those stretchy athletic skirts, they really were easy on, easy off. He didn’t waste any time with my panties, either. Those he swept to the floor, then settled me onto his lap again right where he wanted me. I could feel his hardness pressing through his jeans, that thick, long shaft I’d seen bulging through his briefs. With a sigh, I pressed against him.
He chuckled, low, then dipped his mouth to my neck. Giving me a lick, then a quick, fresh nip, he teased, “You’re so worked up, baby.” He unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, too. He had me completely naked, squirming in his lap.
“Chase, I’m…” I reached up for his shoulders, moving to straddle him, climb him, somehow quench the burning fire he’d started within me.
“I know,” he soothed me, but firmly put me back as he’d had me before, stretched out lengthwise on his lap. “I know what you want.” With his arm along my back, he held me securely against his hip, in place. And then he started with his other hand, placing it between my knees. Slowly inching it up. “I know what you need.”
Gasping, I leaned back against his strong arm, cradled in his lap. And I parted my thighs, giving him access.
“That’s it,” he praised me, working his hand up farther along my leg. “Spread your legs for me, honey.” I did as he told me, opening them even wider for him, one leg over the side of his knee. “So pretty, Emma.” His voice sounded thick as he leaned down and gazed at me. I knew he could see how aroused I was already, glistening and slick for him.
“You lie back,” he coaxed me, settling me against his arm, my back arched, my breasts displayed for him. “You let me make you feel good.”
He reached out and slid one finger, just one, across my slit. I gasped and started to sit up. I felt so sensitive, so
aroused. “Shhh,” he soothed me, “you need to lie back and take this, baby. I can’t wait to watch you come.”
I leaned back again as I’d been told and he started stroking me, first one finger, then two, circling up and around my swollen clit, dipping down to my entrance. When he thrust a finger into me, slow and sure, I nearly started to come right then. I groaned and tossed my head to the side, biting my lip hard. Just his finger felt big inside me, and so commanding, like he knew exactly what to do.
“That’s it,” he praised me as I laid back and moaned, spreading my legs even wider so he could have all the access he needed to finger fuck me right. “You like that?”