Take Heart (11 page)

I slowly peel her pants off her to reveal a gorgeous set of tanned legs. She’s in sexy, black lace boy shorts, which just so happen to be my favorite. She probably thinks she’s getting what she wants without asking for it, but she’s wrong.

I swiftly bury my face in her panties and deeply inhale her scent.

“Ohmygod,” she gasps.

She smells like strawberries and vanilla all over since she just showered. My cock is literally throbbing in my pants as I lick and kiss the inside of her thighs. She’s lifting her hips, silently begging me for it, but she won’t get what she wants until she says it.

I place my mouth against her pussy and let out a heated breath, making her groan. She’s soaking wet. I can feel it right through her panties. She needs to say it soon because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out before I taste her. “Say it, baby,” I murmur against her.

“I need you,” she pants.

“Then say it.” I nip the inside of her thigh and she jerks.

“Fuck my pussy with your mouth and do it now,” she commands.

That a girl.

I eye her seductively, bite down on the top of her panties, and slowly slide them down with my teeth. She eagerly lifts her hips to aid my efforts and I use my hands to remove them the rest of the way. She’s stripped bare from the waist down and absolutely beautiful. She has a neat strip of trimmed dark curls and her pink folds are glistening with her arousal.

“Jesus, baby. You’re exquisite,” I praise, my eyes gradually roaming over her gorgeous figure.

She groans. “Please, Chase.”

“Shh, I got you.” I place both of her legs up over my shoulders. I pin her hips down to the bed with my hands, spread her thighs open, and leisurely lick her pussy. She tastes even better than I imagined. I tease her by stopping for a moment, and use my facial hair to tickle the inside of her thighs. I bring my fingers up to brush against the backs of her knees repeatedly. My hands lightly travel up the backs of her legs, over her thighs, and her eyes flutter like a pair of butterfly wings. I lift her hips to my mouth again, picking up right where I left off.

Just when I’ve fired her up enough to know she’s experiencing uninhibited, unabashed pleasure, I circle her clit with my tongue and give her all I’ve got. She’s gasping for air as I passionately hum and suck on her, sending vibrations up her body to drive her wild with need.

She’s so raw and incredible. My dick is straining against my jeans and it’s becoming painful now. I need to be inside of her but not before she finishes first. She writhing and panting as I continue my oral assault. She loves it—every fucking minute of it. And so do I.

She grabs two handfuls of my hair and tightens up as a mouthful of expletives leave her lips in ecstasy. This is it. I press down on her clit to apply just the right amount of pressure she needs, and I moan hard one last time. That does the trick. She finds her release and comes forcefully while I lap up every fucking drop.

She continues to writhe and convulse, but I don’t stop tasting her. Her senses are in overdrive, and soon it will be too much stimulation to bear. When I’ve had my fill, I pull back and watch her continue to come undone. Then our eyes lock; her look is intense primal, swimming in pleasure. And it’s in that moment that I realize, this woman fucking owns me.

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I’m tingling everywhere. I don’t know how else to explain it. My entire body is covered in goose bumps, and I feel light as a feather, like at any given moment, I could float away. My head is spinning and my body feels like one, giant puddle of sensation. I just experienced one of the hardest orgasms of my life, and the gorgeous man that gave it to me is looking down at me like I’m a goddess that walks among men. It makes me feel powerful and sexy.

   The bed shifts as he places his hands on either side of my head, supporting his weight above me. His sapphire eyes bore into mine. I feel like he can see me exactly for who I am—inside and out. It’s intense and unnerving, but for the first time in a very long time, I don’t feel the need to hide from it. This is the part where, metaphorically, I reach into my chest, rip my heart out, and hand it over to Chase, praying he doesn’t shatter it to pieces.

As if hearing my thoughts, he drops his face down so we’re nose to nose, and then tilts his head to seal his mouth over mine. I take a deep breath in through my nose, and wind my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I slip my tongue into his mouth and taste him like I’m committing him to memory. Every taste, every touch, and every sound is being seared into my brain. 

I use my strength to roll us over so that I’m straddling him. My damp hair falls in a dark curtain around my face, and I slowly run my hands up and down his chest. He raises a tattooed arm and pulls down on the straps of my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. He takes a moment to enjoy the view before reaching around my back and dexterously unclasping it, freeing my breasts. The bra glides down my arms and falls to the bed. He sits up and tightly wraps his arms around my waist and tugs a hard nipple into his mouth. My head falls back and sharp sensations shoot off like fireworks down below.

I run my hands through his dark locks and grasp the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms up and I drag it over his head. I stroke his face and kiss his lips, his cheek, and his temple. I push him back down onto his back and remove my shirt, which is bunched up around my stomach. I’m now completely naked and wet for him. I bend down and trail soft kisses up his torso. His skin is hard, yet smooth, beneath my lips.

His breathing is shallow. I can tell from the hard bulge in his pants, that he wants this as much as I do. I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Grabbing onto the sides, I attempt to pull them off, but fail miserably.
Figures.

 Chuckling, he removes his wallet from his back pocket and sets it on the nightstand. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull the jeans down. All that’s left before me is him looking effortlessly sexy in a pair of black boxer briefs.

He startles me by latching onto my hips and abruptly rolling us, so he’s on top again. His eyes darken in an instant. His mischievous look tells me that this small, tender moment between us, is over. He restrains my hands above my head as he skillfully rocks his hips into me. My body bows and begins to wind back up. I watch as his torso moves and flexes fluidly, each time he rubs up against me. It’s a little teaser for what’s to come. From what I can tell, I won’t be disappointed.

“Do you have any idea how bad I want you?”

“I have an inkling.” I quiver with pleasure when he rolls against me.

“You’ve been driving me crazy from day one. I knew you were different right off the bat, and when you so easily dismissed me, I knew I’d stop at nothing to get you.”

“Stop at nothing to get me? Or to get me under you?” I tease. I know that Chase isn’t in this solely for sex. If I even thought for one second that he didn’t genuinely like me, we wouldn’t be in this position—literally.

“Baby, your quick wit is just as sexy and enticing as that gorgeous snatch between your legs,” he says, flexing into me again. “But this conversation is over.” He releases his hold on my hands and moves off the bed. He slides his boxer briefs down and grabs his wallet off of my nightstand. He pulls out a condom, rips the foil, and slides it on his impressive length, pumping himself a few times.

He walks up to the side of the bed, remains standing, and reaches out to grab my legs. “Get over here,” he coaxes. In one swift tug, my body glides effortlessly across the sheets, right to him. My backside reaches the edge of the mattress and my legs dangle off the side. His hard erection slaps against the inside my thighs.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commands. I eagerly kick them up and lock them around his waist. He fists his cock in his hand and aligns it with my entrance. He teases me by sliding in just a fraction, and pulling back out a few times. I’m slick, hot, and oh-so-ready for him. Without warning, he plunges deep inside of me—filling me to capacity.

Oh, God, he feels so good.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he says, his voice strained. He carefully pulls back and slides inside me a couple more times, letting my body get used to him, or maybe calming himself down a little bit. I’m not sure which one.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. I’m more than okay; I’m flooded with euphoria. Overwhelming ecstasy. Chase is my addiction and I’m fiending. The way he makes me feel...I could never get enough of this, enough of him.

“Hang on to the sheets, baby. You’re going to need them,” he warns.

I spread my arms out and fist two handfuls of the sheets. He has a vice-like grip on my hips. He begins to move in and out of me, picking up his pace. I try to match him thrust for thrust, despite his almost painful hold on my hips. We find a perfect rhythm and both moan simultaneously as we continue our climb to the top.

He’s pounding into me at a brutally delicious pace and I loudly praise him for it over and over again. He’s fucking all of the pain, angst, and anger out of me. I’m right there with him every step of the way, willing it to never stop. After a while, we both start to sweat and pant from the workout.

Things take a different turn when he wraps his arm around my lower back and lifts me off the bed. He swings me around and roughly presses my back up against the nearest wall. He cages me with both of his forearms, my body being held up solely by the wall and my legs around him. I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head back, feeling his hot breath against my skin. His dark hair falls around his eyes and tickles my collarbone as he kisses my chest and neck furiously. My head is spinning and each coming breath is more difficult to catch than the next.

“Look at me, Mia,” he rasps.

I lower my head to look him in the eyes. He tightly grips my ass to support me and significantly slows his pace down to a deep, sensual thrust. My body calms down and switches gears to adapt, only to start winding back up. This is personal now, raw. The way he’s looking into my eyes and gently thrusting in and out of me, it shows that he isn’t just fucking me anymore.

“Grab onto my shoulders and take control while I hold you,” he urges.

My hands run up the sides of his neck and back down to his shoulders, planting in place. I use the weight of his body to start sliding up and down his shaft as he holds me tight. With every stroke, he gently lifts me up to keep us in sync.

For the record, this position isn’t as easy as it looks, folks.

I eventually find my own rhythm and stick with it. There’s nowhere for me to escape or hide because he has me stripped down and completely exposed. I don’t know which is more intimate: the fact that he’s inside of me, or the affectionate way he’s looking at me. My body begins to tighten and I know the end is near.

“Baby, I’m close,” I whisper.

“I know. I can feel you tightening around my cock.”

I need a little more momentum, so I move faster. He immediately takes the hint and thrusts harder, giving me exactly what I crave. Four pumps later, my sex is pulsating and I’m coming again. I’m eternally grateful for the fact that he’s holding me up because there’s no way my legs would be able to support me right now. Watching me come undone, must’ve triggered him. He lifts me up, slams me down to the base once more, and finds his own release.

“Shit, Mia,”
he exalts.

We stand there, looking into each other’s eyes and panting profusely. He slowly pulls out of me and I wince. Exhausted and emotionally spent, he walks us back to the bed and lies back down. We rest there together, his front to mine, and kiss each other reverently as our heart rates slow. The tingles are back in full force and I honestly don’t have the energy to do anything but lie here and stare at him. His rough hands caress my back, and for once, I feel complete and utter peace.

He sits up, removes the condom, and leaves my room for a second to go clean himself up. I close my eyes and enjoy my temporary high. A minute or so later, he crawls back into bed. He pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his chest. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep, sated sleep is him running his fingers through my damp hair.

* * *

I awake to the smell of bacon and the sound of pots and pans clattering against the stove. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sinful is trailing soft kisses all the way up my spine. I keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep for a while longer so I don’t distract him from this crucial task. He drops a final kiss between my shoulder blades, making me shiver. I open my eyes to find him looking down at me adoringly. He nuzzles my cheek, his facial hair lightly scratching my skin.

“Wake up, gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, sultry. His voice is extra deep and raspy this morning. It’s delicious.

I groan and bury my face under my pillow to block out the light coming in through my window. He reaches under the sheet and pinches my side, making me squirm.

“Stop it, before I punch you in the throat,” I say, my mouth muffled from the pillow.

“You’re such a delight when you first wake up, you know that?”

I lift the pillow off my head and shoot him a stern look. He’s fully dressed in last night’s outfit and his hair is damp.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I showered this morning and used your body wash. I highly doubt you’ll be able to keep your hands off me now, not that you could before,” he jokes.

I purse my lips to hide my smile and unabashedly pull the sheets off me, giving him an eyeful of my naked frame in broad daylight. If he’s going to be cocky, then so will I. His gaze instantly moves down my body, and he looks like he just forgot whatever smartass comment he was going to make.
Excellent.
I bring my head up to my palm and rest my elbow against the bed.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?”

He’s speechless. I smile with triumph.

“That’s what I thought,” I say, rolling off the bed. I grab my sweats off the floor and throw them on. I follow the delicious scent of bacon down the hall, leaving Chase still stunned in my room. I’m not sure what time Raven came home last night, but I’m about to find out.

I turn the corner. To my surprise, I see a naked broad back, and a head of blonde hair. There’s Eric, standing in our kitchen, cooking breakfast, wearing only a pair of boxers.
So much for taking Sasha home…

I feel Chase come up behind me and rest his palms on my hips. He leads us to the bar stools. Hearing us approach, Eric looks over his shoulder and gives us a beaming smile. He
definitely
got some last night.

Chase and I pull up a seat, and Eric sets two plates down in front of us.

“Morning. Y’all want some breakfast?”

“Yes, I’m starving,” Chase replies.

“Me, too, please,” I second that.

He grabs the skillet off the burner and serves us some scrambled eggs with cheese and peppers. He sets the pan back down on the burner, picks up a fork, and grabs us each a couple strips of bacon. I reach for my fork and dig in. It feels so good to eat something after last night’s drinking and sexcapade extravaganza. Eric grabs a mug and pours me a cup of coffee and sets the sugar next to it, knowing exactly how I like it. Just as I’m spooning some into my beverage, Raven emerges from her room.

“Smells delicious out here,” she praises.

Eric catches her by the waist and pulls her into him. He cups her face and gives her a long, deep smooch on the lips. He releases her and shoves a cup of coffee in her hand, making her giggle.

“Thank you,” she beams, taking a sip.

My life feels so surreal right now. I’m dying for some time with Raven to find out what went down last night after she left. Obviously it was something big, because the way she’s acting this morning is polar opposite of what we all experienced last night. If I wasn’t so enthralled with Chase, I’d kick him out to find out what’s going on. But, I think I’ll keep him around for a little while longer….

“How’d you sleep, baby?” Eric asks her.

“I slept really well, pumpkin, thank you,” Chase interjects.

Raven and I burst out laughing as Eric breaks off a piece of bacon and throws it at Chase.

“Hey, not in my kitchen,” Raven scolds.

“Sorry, baby, I had to,” Eric defends.

“So, what do you two have planned for today?” Raven asks, taking the focus off her and Eric.

“I’m not sure yet. I have to work at Surge tonight and I was going to ask Mia if she’d like to spend the day with me.”

“Only if you let me drive your car,” I reply.