In Deep: Chase & Emma (All In Book 1) (16 page)

His words made me
quiver and he gave my clit a pet, letting me know he knew right where
to get me, exactly how to hit my spot. Groaning, I swirled my tongue
around his tip, sloppy and wet, then sucked him down as deep and hard
as I could. Faster now, he started guiding me in a more urgent pace,
his hand fisting in my hair, showing me how he wanted it. A slow
trickle of my desire dripped down my inner thigh. It felt so good,
the slight bit of pain as he gripped my hair, the way he forced me
down on his huge, hard cock, how hard I had to work to take every
inch of him deep down.

“I’m close, Emma,”
he bit out, his voice harsh and guttural. “I’m going to come
hard.” He thrust his cock down my throat. I cupped his balls, felt
them tightening, steadied myself with my fingers on his thigh,
digging in. And I sucked, wet and hot, wanting it all.

“Are you going to
suck it out of me?” he demanded, thrusting two fingers deep into my
pussy.

I moaned, tilting my
ass toward him, sucking him down so deep I almost didn’t think I
could take it. But he held me there, his hand gripping my hair as he
thrust. I could feel the orgasm rising, quivering through me as I
waited for his come. I wanted it so badly, needed it shooting hot and
full down my throat.

“Suck it!” he
called out, coming salty and gushing down my throat, nearly chocking
me he had so much of it. But I wanted it so I worked for it,
swallowing it down like a good girl, sucking and greedy. He pressed
his thick thumb right at the center of my needy clit and I came
apart, coming myself exactly as he shot his load down me, so hot and
salty and delicious.

I licked and sucked,
giving him all the time he needed to come, emptying each and every
thrust into my eager mouth. I slid my way off slowly, already missing
the contact before it was even gone, giving his tip a kiss as it
popped out.

“Holy fuck,” he
exclaimed, sounding shocked and out of breath. And that was something
coming from an Olympic swimmer with the lung capacity of a superhero.
“What the hell was that?”

“I think I just
sucked your cock.” I rested my head on his chest, smiling at him
sweetly. He laughed and rested his hands on my hair, caressing me.

“That was insane.”
He shook his head from side to side, eyes closed. “I hope I didn’t
get too rough with you?”

I smiled at him shyly,
remembering how good it had felt when he had pulled my hair. I was
still feeling the after-effects of my orgasm. “I liked it,” I
admitted.

He groaned. “You’re
trying to kill me.”

For two people who’d
both expressed reservations, we certainly hadn’t lasted very long.
And we still had five days in Atlanta before Rio. We might burn down
the hotel. But then, with reluctance and great effort, he pulled
himself to sitting.

“I have to go do the
very last thing in the world I want to do.”

“What’s that?” I
asked, still standing there naked from the waist down. I had a
feeling I’d be like that a lot with Chase over the coming couple of
weeks. And hopefully long after that, too.

“Give an interview.”
He sighed, giving me a full kiss.

“Sorry.” I
apologized on behalf of the journalistic profession. Publicity wasn’t
supposed to torture people.

“Guess it’s got to
be done.” He climbed off, pulling up his briefs. Such a shame to
cover up something so glorious. All that hype in the press about his
epic proportions? They didn’t know the half of it. “The team
expects it of me. I just don’t like talking about myself to people
I don’t know.”

There it was, my in. I
could open my mouth and tell him everything, that I wrote a blog
myself. And if he wanted to, we could talk and I could run a story
about him exactly the way he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less, I
could give his adoring fans a glimpse into the amazing man he was.

But did I? No. I pulled
up my shorts and shuffled around, avoiding his eyes.

“See you around two.”
He gave me a swift kiss and was off from the arms of his friend into
the clutches of the enemy. Or so he thought.

Chase

The next night I stole
Emma away for dinner. We were staying at the same hotel right next
door to each other, but with all the team events it felt like I
barely saw her. Every meal meant a group bonding event, so even when
we were in the same room it wasn’t the way I wanted it.

So we played hookie,
stealing off in my rental car to a BBQ joint I’d heard recommended
by a couple of people. It didn’t sound fancy, but it did sound
delicious. Emma struck me as the kind of woman who didn’t need to
be taken out to fine dining with crystal and linens to enjoy herself.
I hoped I was right.

She licked her lips
looking at the menu, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

“I had on a white top
but I changed so I didn’t have to worry about getting dirty!” Her
eyes gleamed as she perused the various combo plate options.

“I promise, some
night I’ll take you somewhere nicer than this,” I assured her.

“Chase.” She
reached out and took my hand. “This is right where I want to be.”

She knew exactly what
to say.

The first basket of
wings went down quick, and I kept right on going, impressing even the
staff accustomed to big eaters with my speed and volume of
consumption. It was messy work. I started off dabbing at myself with
the napkin, but there was just no way to enjoy barbeque and stay
clean.

“You’ve got
something…” She pointed to my cheek and I reached up, trying to
rub off what must be a large patch. “No, right here.” With a
messy, sauce-covered finger, she leaned over and smeared a long
stripe of red barbeque sauce across my cheek.

I sat back. “Oh no
you didn’t.” Did she not understand who she was messing with? I’d
like to introduce her to me and my competitive streak.

“There’s a little
spot…” I leaned over and coated her chin in sauce, basically
using my napkin as a baster.

“Wait, there’s
something—” She got me back on my forehead, laughing, and I got
her back on her cheek, until an older, stern-looking waitress came on
over like a lunch lady stopping a food fight.

“You two need some
more wipes?” she asked, giving us the evil eye. No more messing
around on her watch.

“We’re sorry,
ma’am.” I assured her, Scout’s honor, we would keep things in
check.

As she walked away,
Emma leaned in, wide-eyed, “Oooh, we’re in trouble!”

We cleaned up and made
it through the rest of the meal without getting thrown out, though we
did still laugh almost the whole time. Full as we were, we still
decided to get ice cream cones at a neighboring shop and then take a
stroll downtown. It was a hot summer night, and we focused on our
dribbling ice cream before we got to talking.

“Have you ever been
to Rio before?” she asked, holding my hand. “I can’t wait to
see it. I know we won’t have a ton of time for sightseeing, but
I’ve only ever been out of the country once before. And that was to
Cancun for spring break, so it didn’t really count.”

“Never Rio. Closest
I’ve been is Costa Rica.”

“Ooh! What’s that
like?”

I told her a bit about
the trip I’d taken when I was twenty, heading down with some
college friends who were big surfers for a week. I wasn’t much on a
board—that whole balance thing wasn’t happening—but swimming in
the ocean and hanging out on the beach? That had been great. Plus,
there had literally been monkeys hanging out of the trees.

“After the games we
should stay in Brazil and travel around,” I suggested, knowing I
was testing the boundaries of our relationship.

“Yeah?” She looked
surprised by my suggestion.

“Maybe head to the
Galapagos Islands afterwards?”

“Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“Well, I will have to
get back to my real job at some point.” She looked at me, seeming
excited. “But I could see if I could get more time off.”

I squeezed her hand and
gave her a smile. I knew this wasn’t just a fling for me. I still
didn’t know what my plans were post-games, but I hoped she’d be
in them.

“Tori will flip out.”
She shook her head, telling me about her friend who was also going to
be at the games. She’d mentioned her briefly before. I guessed
they’d known each other since high school.

“You’ll be meeting
one of my old friends, too.” I told her how Liam would be there,
for the last few days of the swimming events.

“How do you know
him?”

The question was
simple, and I could keep the answer that way, too. I could shorten it
up and just tell her we’d hung out together as kids during summer
vacations. But this was Emma, and I wanted to get to know her. Which
meant her also getting to know me. That shouldn’t be so hard,
right?

“So, Liam.” I threw
out my napkin, all that was left of the ice cream cone. I started
with when we’d met, both ten years old, me a bored kid biking
around the island of Naugatuck with too much time on my hands. Liam
had been out painting a fence for a retired woman who hired him to do
odd jobs. One thing led to another, and I’d spent the rest of the
afternoon painting the fence with him.

“Wasn’t that a Tom
Sawyer story?” she asked.

“That’s right.” I
dimly recalled reading that one in middle school. “But didn’t he
trick his friends into painting the fence for him?” She nodded. “So
it was like that, only Liam isn’t a jerk.”

She laughed, and I
explained how we’d quickly fallen into the habit of hanging out
nearly every day, sometimes down at the firehouse with his dad,
sometimes doing odd jobs, kicking it at the beach nearly every
afternoon. The next summer Ian had joined us, and the following
summer Jax.

“Then, the summer we
were 14?” I paused, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling itchy
already and I hadn’t even started talking about it. “We all
almost died.”

She looked up, silent
and listening.

“You’ve probably
heard about the accident?” It had been covered widely, though
thankfully no one had picked up the whole story. But there was enough
intrigue there. Journalists loved referring to my traumatic
near-death experience.

“I don’t know much
about it,” she replied.

“The four of us were
on a boat and, basically, we were idiots. We got caught in a storm,
where we shouldn’t have been.”

“Why? Did you not
know how to operate the boat? Hadn’t there been any warning about
the storm?”

I exhaled, heavy. In an
ideal world, I’d sit right down and tell her all about it, start to
finish. But I couldn’t. I’d signed a hell of a lot of papers
promising not to ever do that.

“A lot went down that
night. I can’t really talk about it, but what I can say is I owe my
life to Liam.”

“Why can’t you talk
about it?”

I shook my head,
regretting that I’d started. “Sorry I brought it up.”

“No, Chase, don’t
be.” She reached her hand out to mine again. There, that was
better. Hand in hand again, I instantly felt lighter.

“Anyway, you’ll
meet Liam in a week,” I continued.

“I’ll have to thank
him for his good deed.”

After more strolling
and, yes, more eating by me—we passed a donut shop with a “fresh
baked” sign flashing in the window—we headed back to the hotel.

Shyly, in front of her
door, she asked, “Wanna sleep over?”

Leaning down, I agreed,
“You know I do.”

“You have to be up at
six tomorrow morning,” she reminded me as I followed her inside her
room. It was already past midnight.

“I know.” Damn
those Olympics and all the training that went along with them.

“And we did have an
agreement.” Now she sounded more reluctant. Was she regretting our
no sex clause? That would be cool. But I didn’t want her to feel
pressured.

I took her hand and
pulled her toward the bed. “We’ll just sleep tonight, Emma.”

I went into my room to
wash up and when I came back she’d changed into a T-shirt and boy
shorts. Her breasts, free of her bra, pressed tantalizingly against
the thin cotton. She climbed into bed and I turned out the light.

“Let’s get some
sleep,” I murmured to her, pulling her close against my body. She
felt so good tucked against me, like we were made for each other.

“Are you sure this is
OK?” she asked, and I knew what she meant. Was I OK only doing
this? “I know it’s kind of insane.”

“We have all the time
in the world after the games,” I reassured her, stroking her hair.
She snuggled into me, her plush little round ass up against my cock.
I breathed deep, inhaling her scent, nuzzling her soft hair. She made
a quiet sound of contentment, a sigh as I stroked her hip.

In the dark, under the
covers, just the two of us, I did want more. And I told her. “I
want to feel you come again, Emma.”

“Oh!” She gasped,
sounding a bit nervous. “Really?”

In response, I slowly
moved my hand along her hip, at the waistline of her shorts, then
slipped it down. Her pussy felt so wet and hot and sweet, already
slick for me. I loved that I affected her as much as she did me. I
was ready for her at a moment’s notice, all the goddamned time. It
about killed me to know I got her wet without even so much as a
touch. My sweet Emma, so slick and slippery for me in the dark.

“Can I make you come,
Emma?” I whispered, pressed against her, starting to work her
pussy. She groaned and pushed her ass back into my cock, giving
herself to me. In the shadows together, the sound of her breathing,
sighing, moaning filled the room. Every shudder, every hitch in her
breath, the urgent sounds in the back of her throat, she surrounded
my senses.

She grew close, bucking
against my finger, needing to come. With my free hand I cupped her
breast, grabbing it, pinching her taut nipple. She threw her head
back against my chest and I could just make out the outline of her
figure, her erect nipple, my hand in and out of her pussy.