Catching Chase

by Michelle Windsor

  He turns, tugging my hand until I’m facing him, my breathing ragged as I look at him. “Last chance.” He warns, taking a step, his chest grazing against the peaked nipples of my breasts, his fingers slowly winding the long length of my braid around his hand. “Tell me to leave now or I won’t be able to.”

  “Stay.” It’s one word. It’s all he needs. He tugs my hair, jerking my head back enough to slam his lips over mine and I’m lost. Lost to his smell, his touch, his desire. It consumes me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, causing any sense I may have had, to vanish. I clutch onto his muscled biceps, my nails digging into the hard flesh as his other hand snakes around my waist to haul my body against him. My mouth opens in a surprised gasp when I feel the length of his arousal against my stomach. His teeth nip my bottom lip, then trail lower, his hand pulling my braid as he slowly sucks his way to the curve of my neck.

  My core pulses with need, and I wrap a leg around his, grinding against his thigh in search of some kind of friction. My hands slide to his lower back, wrenching at the hem of his shirt to drag it over his head. He wastes no time mimicking my action, my shirt landing on top of his two seconds later. In the brief time we’re apart, my eyes drink in a chest so finely chiseled that they widen, my senses again momentarily stunned that someone’s body could be this perfect. I open my mouth to say just that to him, but he silences me before I can, his tongue swiping across my lips before sucking them against his own.

  His hands slide under my ass and I feel him lift, my legs on autopilot as they wrap around his waist. Our kissing is almost frantic, my fingers weaving through the short locks of his hair as he moves us further into the room, stopping when he reaches the bed. His hand is hot as it splays across my back, his strength obvious as he lowers me to the bed, his mouth releasing mine. His eyes lock with mine, then shift to trail down my body, his gaze so intense it feels like he’s actually touching me.

  I take advantage of the space between us to graze my fingers over his torso, marveling at the contradiction of the hard ridges lying beneath silky soft skin. I have the sudden urge to lick him, to see if he tastes as delicious as he looks, but don’t get the chance. Any thoughts I have are obliterated when the heat of his mouth closing over my nipple registers in my brain, my eyes rolling back as my lips part in a moan. He flicks his tongue over my hard peak through the satin of my bra, his hand gripping my breast as his lips surround my nipple and sucks hard, drawing another long moan from me. My pussy throbs in time to every pull he takes on my breast, my need for him becoming desperate as he unclasps the front hook, sliding the material away to expose my bare skin.

  My nails loosen the grip they have on his head to skim down his back until they find the waistband of his jeans, then continue until I reach the front. I tear at the button until it pops, shoving my hands inside, my fingers finding and wrapping around his girth. I squeeze when I feel his cock jerk against my hand, his mouth popping off my nipple on a growl. His body lifts away from mine, both of our chests heaving as our eyes meet, my grip tightening to keep him from drifting further away.

  He glances down between our bodies, then back up at me, a slight grin lifting one corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

  My fingers relax, but instead of releasing him, I move to cup his cock in my palm. “I know right where I want you to go.” I circle my fingers around him, pulling him toward my center to make sure my message is clear.

  He pushes his hard length against my core, my hand stuck between us, his eyes dilating as he continues to stare at me. I clench my eyes breaking the contact when he rocks forward, the pressure against my clit sending a wave of pleasure crashing like a tidal wave over my entire body, his name rolling off my lips in a guttural moan. His body lifts off mine again, my eyes darting to his waist as he moves my hand away, then sigh in relief when he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs. I shift, propping myself up slightly on my elbows so I can see all of him, and marvel again at how unbelievably beautiful his body is. My fingers twitch under me, the desire to trail them over every inch of his flesh causing my mouth to water.

  “Your turn.” His comment startles me out of my trance as he stands over me, his fingers working to release the button of my jeans, then pulling at the denim, his body stilling when they slide past my waist. “You’re not wearing any underwear?” His gaze, on fire now, finds mine.

  I snag my bottom lip between my teeth, then shake my head.

  “Holy shit.” He yanks my pants completely off, then moves his body over mine. “That’s so god damn hot.” His mouth crashes into mine, his tongue plunging inside to massage against my tongue, his hunger for me prodding between my legs as he lowers against me.

  I widen my legs, spreading my knees so his entire body can fit between me, shuddering when his length rubs along the wet seam of my center. I shift my hips, shoving my pussy against his cock, trying to force him inside of me, the ridge of his crown sliding roughly over my clit, my body jerking from the contact. I snake a hand between our bodies, my fingers gliding around the wetness that’s spread over his cock, and tug him toward my center. I can’t remember ever needing someone as badly as I do in this moment, and let out a frustrated cry when I feel him tug his hips back.

  “Condom?” He asks raggedly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he peers down at me.

  “I’m on the pill.” I slide my hand up and down his length, wanting to feel his smooth, hot skin inside of me, and not the latex of a condom. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, but for some reason, with him, it’s all I want. I should ask him if he’s clean. But for some reason I just know he is. I don’t even need to ask the question. I tighten my grip to draw him to my center again.

  “Are you sure?” The weight of his body welcome against mine as the tip of his cock nudges against the slit of my opening.

  “Yes.” I beg, spreading even wider, pressing my feet into the mattress as I shove my hips up, my opening spreading around his cock as he edges it in.

  “Fuck it.” It comes out on a growl as his hips drive forward and slam into mine, his cock plunging inside of me. The muscles of my pussy contract around him, holding him tight as our bodies fuse together in perfect harmony. That fusion may have lasted a second, or maybe ten, I’m not sure, and only come back to earth when I feel him slowly begin to pump in and out of me.

  “So tight.” He grunts as he thrusts his hips against me, his mouth capturing mine in a passion-filled kiss. His lips move against mine in a whisper, “Tell me what you need.” He kisses me hard again, before moving against them to whisper again. “I want to make you come.”

  My pussy contracts around him as the breath of his words reach my ears. This man is perfection. “Don’t stop.” My fingers claw into the skin of his back as I lift my groin up to meet his. “Just don’t stop Jasper.”

  “Not stopping.” He pants into my mouth, his hips swiveling as he continues to pump in and out of me, his cock sliding against my clit each time he bears down, every nerve in my body starting to coil. Less than a minute later, the muscles in my pussy clench as fireworks explode behind my closed lids, and I moan in ecstasy, “yes, yes, yes…” Just as my muscles being to pulse, Jasper’s body heaves into mine a final time, his cock thrusting hard as he growls out my name, his cum hot as he buries himself deep inside of me.

  Chapter Four

  “Sorry.” I murmur into her hair as I roll off her, pulling her against me, her head coming to rest in the crook of my arm. My heart is pounding against my rib cage like a prisoner trying to escape its cell, and I wonder if she can feel it. I didn’t mean to practically attack her when we walked into the room, but something ignited in me from the very second I saw this woman. Or, more appropriately, ran in to her. From the moment my hand wrapped around her waist, before I even saw her face, some kind of electric charge surged through me. Since then it’s been like a magnetic force calling me to her, and I knew I wouldn’t feel complete until I was connected to her again.


  “Sorry?” Her face lifts off my arm as she turns to look at me, her brow furrowed. “For what exactly? A great dinner, the company, or that amazing orgasm?”

  An involuntary smile pulls at my mouth. “It wasn’t exactly my best work.” I run a hand over my face in attempt to hide my embarrassment. “The moment usually lasts more than five damn minutes.”

  “Best damn five minutes I’ve had in longer than I can remember” She chuffs out, laughing as she settles back into my shoulder. “But if you’re saying it gets better, as soon as you’re ready, I’m more than happy to let you prove it.”

  I put my hand over hers, which is drifting in a slow circle over my heart, and drag it down my body and over my groin. A quick gasp of breath spills over my chest when her fingers settle over my length, long and hard under her soft touch. Her hand relaxes at the base of my cock, and then strokes from root to tip, her touch light as a feather. I jerk in reaction against her palm, a groan of approval rumbling through my chest. Using the arm I have wrapped around her, I pull her further into me, her leg moving to drape over mine as she leans across my chest to look up at me. “I see you’re up to the challenge?”

  “I am if you are.” I chuckle, tilting forward to brush my lips against hers, the need to taste her mouth against mine all consuming. She leans away from me before I can deepen the kiss, her hand moving from my throbbing cock to my hip, using it as leverage as she moves to stand. I sit up, wondering if I pushed too fast, but before I can ask, she speaks.

  “Hold that thought.” She’s adorable as she tries to hide her naked body by crossing her arms, her cheeks flushing the tell-tale sign of pink in embarrassment. “I really need to use the bathroom and maybe just freshen things up a little bit.”

  “Of course.” I let out the breath I was holding in relief and smile up at her. “Take your time.”

  She starts padding in the direction of a door that I assume is the bathroom, but then stops and twists her head back to me. “Don’t leave.”

  I shake my head once. “I won’t.”

  She nods, turning back in the direction she’s walking, my eyes glued to her ass. An ass that’s shaped like a damn upside down heart, complete with dimples on her lower back. My gaze swings up when I see her shift around again in the entrance to the bathroom, her arm extending to point to a mini-fridge under the large, flat-screen television across from the bed. “There’s water if you want it.” Then she disappears, closing the door behind her.

  I glance at the clock next to the bed. 9:27. Shit. I should really throw my clothes back on, thank her for a great time, and get the hell back to my room. I’ve got a ten o’clock curfew and practice in less than twelve hours from now. For one of the biggest games of my career. I stand, looking down at my dick, still hard as a fucking rock, and see it’s abundantly clear how it feels about leaving. Damn it. I don’t want to leave either. Yeah, the sex, even though only five minutes, was incredible. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I wanted more, but I also really like this girl. There is something different happening with her. A connection so natural, so easy, that it just feels like it’s meant to be.

  Screw it. I pick my jeans up from the floor and fish my cell out of the front pocket. I bring up a text window and type in a message to Doug, my teammate, and also my roommate here at the hotel.

  Cover for me? Be back late.

  Less than three seconds later, dots start dancing on the screen as he types a reply. I roll my eyes when I see his response.

  It’s your ass. Hope hers is worth it.

  That’s his way of agreeing. It would be too easy to just say sure. It’s a guy thing. We can’t do anything straight forward if it involves any kind of feelings. I set the phone on the table next to the bed, then grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge she pointed to. I look around the room, noting a laptop computer on the desk, a pile of paperwork next to it, and a black bag slung over the chair. They are the only personal items on display in the room, everything else is put away somewhere. She’s either neat as a mouse, or packs extremely light. Before I can investigate further, the door to the bathroom opens, and she appears, her body wrapped in a short, silk robe in a yellow and gray floral pattern. She covered up, and I immediately wonder if that means she’s changed her mind about round two, and in the next moment, makes me hyper aware of how naked I still am.

  “Sorry.” I place the water on the side table, then bend over to grab my jeans. Her hand is over mine before I can stand to put them on.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice is soft, but there’s an obvious nervous edge lacing the question.

  I straighten, lifting my eyes, then raise my shoulders in a slight shrug. “I thought maybe you wanted me to leave.”

  One side of her mouth quirks up in a coy smile as she shakes her head back and forth, her gaze staying locked on mine. “Nope.” Her hand presses flat against the center of my chest, and with a strength that surprises me, shoves me back onto the bed. “Definitely do not want that.” My brows shoot up when she climbs up on the bed next to me, one leg lifting over me as she straddles my waist, her robe parting around her legs as she hovers over me. “I mean, unless you want to.” She tilts her head, watching my reaction as the heat of her core comes to rest on my hard length as her hips settle on mine.

  “Nope.” I slide my hands up her bare thighs, stopping when I reach the lace edging of her robe. “Not what I want at all.”

  “Good.” Her hands land gently on the top of my chest. “Because five minutes was definitely not enough.” Her fingers begin to move over my skin, tracing over the ridges of muscle defining my torso, my eyes following their path until she speaks again. “Your body is…” She looks down at me, her teeth capturing her lower lip, the surface shiny when she releases it to continue talking. “It’s perfection.” Her fingers continue to explore, skimming over the raised veins cording my forearms. “Is it weird that I think your arms may be the sexiest things I’ve ever seen?” She laughs, her core vibrating against me, my cock jerking along her heat, stifling her instantly, her eyes widening as they jump to mine.

  “No stranger than my wanting to unbraid your hair.” I stare up at her, then shift my body so that I’m sitting, her legs sliding around my waist as we come face-to-face.

  “You want to unbraid my hair?” She murmurs, her lips only inches from mine.

  “Uh-huh.” I close the distance between us, pressing my mouth to hers, my fingers moving at the same time to remove the elastic binding the end of her hair. I pull back from her mouth, the material of her robe, cool and smooth against my chest as our bodies remain connected. “I want to see it loose.” I begin unthreading her hair, silencing any objection she might have with a swipe of my tongue against her parted smile. Her hands glide around my neck, her nails digging into the base of my scalp as I devour the taste of her. She squashes her body to mine as I continue inching up the length of her braid, dragging my fingers through each crossed section, until all of her hair flows freely down her back.

  I fist a handful of the soft locks, and yank gently, her mouth forming a small O shape as a short yelp of surprise escapes. I tug again, exposing more of her neck, the top of her robe sliding open to release her breasts as her back arches. A waterfall of kinky waves cascade down behind her, brushing against my thighs as I drop my mouth against her neck. I skim my lips over her delicate skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake as I descend lower, the taste of her salty and sweet against my tongue. I release the grip I have on her tresses to slide my hand down her back, then splay it wide between her shoulder blades to hold her in place as I wrap my lips around one exposed nipple.

  Her body jolts, a low moan filling the air, the vibration of it tingling against my mouth, my free hand moving over her other breast, her nipple taut and hard against the palm of my hand. I suck hard on the nipple caught between my teeth, pinching the other one between my fingers, my cock growing even harder against her. She groans out my name, her legs locking around me as she presses her c
enter into my throbbing dick. My teeth bite around the hard peak of the nipple I was flicking against my tongue, a growl ripping from me as I buck my hips up into hers. Her fingernails scrape from my shoulders to the center of my back as she shifts her hips to slide up and then down my aching length, my name, low and breathy, puffing from her mouth. I lave my tongue over the tip of her breast, softening the edge of the bite, then suck again, my lips curving up when she yells my name out again. Nothing has ever sounded sweeter. I want to talk to her. Tell her she’s so damn beautiful. Ask her if she wants more. But before I can, she pulls back from me abruptly, a small pop sounding as her breast leaves the suction of my mouth. I snap my eyes to hers, my chest rising and falling sharply as I speak. “What’s wrong?”

  She shakes her head, scooting her body down to the top of my thighs before rising up on her knees. She pulls at the tie on her rob, then slides it completely off, dropping it to the floor, leaving her naked over me. “Absolutely nothing.” Her attention shifts down to my waist, her tongue darting out between her parted lips, sweeping over them as her gaze drags slowly up my torso until she’s looking me in the eye again. “I just thought we wanted this to last more than five minutes.” She leans over me, planting her hands on each of my shoulders, then lowers her face, brushing wet lips against mine. Her lashes lift as she peeks up at me, her voice thick with lust when she speaks. “And, I want to taste you.”

  I snag a hand around the back of her head and slam my mouth against hers in a kiss so hard it borders on brutal. I force my tongue between her lips, trying to lose myself in her taste so I don’t slam inside her pussy instead. When I’ve claimed every inch of her mouth, I tear myself away, my breath panting against her swollen lips, the thought of them around my shaft sending a shock right to my groin. “Are you sure?”