“Oh my, you’re soaked,” he groaned into my ear, his voice low and his breath hot.
I nodded and bit my own lip to keep from screaming. I was right. He felt so much, better than my hands did in the tub. “I need more, Chase. Please let me feel those thick, strong fingers. I want them deep.” I panted against him, my breasts heaving against his firm chest as he continued to stroke and tease my clit.
He grabbed me by the hips and guided me with sure steps back to the bed. It was high off the ground and he picked me up just long enough to set me on the edge. He braced his arm on one side of me and used the other to part my legs.
“Are you nervous?”
I answered him by flinging my legs wide open for him—still panting and gasping. Chase took a moment to look at me and I shivered at the dark look in his eyes. “Guess not.” He chuckled.
“Are you?” I teased.
He stroked my opening and then plunged a finger inside. “Girl, do I look nervous?”
“No,” I groaned and dropped my head back as he worked his finger in and out. When he added a second finger and hit my sweet spot, I yelped and flung a hand over my mouth. “Damn,” I moaned into my palm. “That’s so good. Keep going, please!”
Chase was happy to oblige. He thrust in deeper and harder while I rocketed to new heights. I was losing control and ready to fall apart in his arms.
“Touch me, baby,” he growled.
I opened my eyes and reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around the thick shaft. We locked eyes while I stroked him and he moved faster with the thrusts inside of me while I kept up. The feel of his velvet dick in my hand and the pleasure on his face shot me over the edge, and I barely kept hold of him as my body broke into a powerful shudder that rocked me to my core.
Chase pushed me back down against the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he was inside me. His thick cock was even sweeter than his fingers had been, and I quickly rebounded and started fucking into a whole new realm. I wrapped my thighs around his narrow hips, and he grabbed my thighs to cling tighter to me as we moved together.
We crashed together and I arched back as an even more overwhelming wave washed over me. Oh! This man could make me come! My hands fisted the covers as I came again, my pussy walls clenching hard around him.
“Chase! I’m coming, again!” My words were low bursts of blabber, my hips bucking hard against him. “Again…”
“Yeah, Melissa, keep it coming. You feel amazing.” He grunted out loud as he moved faster and pushed into me hard. “Fuck, girl, you’re gonna make me come.”
“Come with me, Chase. Come with me.” His eyes rolled back and his body tightened. I pushed my hips up to meet his and we came together in a puddle of sweat, slobber and moans.
When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring down at me and ran his hand down my cheek and smiled. “Damn, woman! You just about fucked me to death.”
He lowered down to the bed, his breathing ragged, as he came to lay beside me.
“Don’t die on me now, I need you.” I breathed, still grappling to get a grip on myself.
“Yeah…damn.”
“That was insane.”
“Must have been the tequila,” Chase joked softly.
I smiled and then pushed up, my arms and legs still weak and boneless. “Must have been.”
“I’ll make a note of that for next time. Melissa and tequila mix very well.”
I laughed and started to inch out of the bed. “I should go…” I whispered. The longer I stayed, the more I wanted to stay. And it simply wasn’t an option. “Jackson can’t…
Chase nodded but I could see a pained look on his face as he watched me go. “Yeah, I understand.”
I shuffled out of the bed and didn’t look back as I grabbed my towel from the floor, wrapped it around myself, and left the room silently.
Right before I shut his door, I heard a quiet, “Goodnight, Melissa.”
The man’s voice could’ve melted my panties off—if I had any on.
13
Chase
Waking up alone sucked. In my half-groggy, semi-awake state, I reached for Melissa, remembering the night before and how it felt to have her in my arms. The have her under me. The way it had felt to be inside her. So deep. So sweet. What was only a crush—or infatuation—had somehow turned into more and last night, being together, we’d crossed over the line.
“Damn it, Chase,” I cursed myself in a harsh whisper, staring up at the morning light as it flooded the ceiling above the bed. Normally, I had steel resolve. If I set my mind to something, it got done. I made it happen. And if I told myself something—or in this case, someone—was off limits, I should have that same strong will.