by Jenni Linn
I grin, somewhat shy, even though he just had his face near the most intimate part of me, “I thought we were going to have sex.”
He laughs lightly. “Yes. If that's what you still want, I would love to. It's not always comfortable the first time, or so I've heard. I want yours to be good.”
I touch his face softly, lean forward, and kiss him lightly. “It will be, because it's with you.” At that, he kisses me again, with passion. I pull at his shirt; I want it off. He rips his lips away, and I grasp at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It reveals his muscular, toned body. I run my hands down his chest and to the top of his waist--the bulge in his pants is very apparent. He doesn't stop me, so I dip my hand inside his sweats and take him in my hands. His head falls backward with a blissful groan. I understand what he means when he enjoys pleasing me because I feel like I'm on top of the world right now. I feel in control and sexy. I will never get tired of this, either.
Like ‘The Flash’--moving lightning-fast--he pins me back to the bed, nestles between my legs and grinds down. I twitch, still sensitive from my recent orgasm. His lips devour mine like it's the last thing he will taste, and I’m enamored. I arch up into him. I’m needing to feel him all over my body, and I want him inside me.
Although this is something I've never done, it's like my body just knows what to do. He disappears, and I open my eyes at the lack of his heat. “Remove my pants,” he tells me as his chest is heaving. I slide to the side of the bed and all while looking up at him--never breaking contact--I slowly pull his pants down. In front of me a glorious sight, I can't help but touch him. He's soft, and hard all at the same time. It's perfect.
He groans his approval, and with my other hand, I cup his balls. He jerks forward and hisses through his teeth. I love that I can explore him. I want to know everything I can to make him feel good. Remembering how much he liked my mouth on him, I lean forward and take him deep. His hand moves to the back of my hair, grabbing a handful, and his other hand moves to my breast which is still covered in the lace halter. He tugs it down, allowing both breasts to be free, and I twist into his touch. He pulls away, causing a pop from my mouth, and orders me to lay back. I do as he says. The turns on by the way he looks over my body and makes me squirm for his touch. He bends down and picks a box up from the floor, ripping it open hastily. Watching him sheath himself with the condom is insanely hot. It’s not a want, anymore, it’s a need. I need him inside me. He kneels before me and he leans down, wrapping his lips around my nipple. My back dips and he gives my other breast some much-needed attention. He continues to do this as he lines himself up with my center, then very slowly, and carefully enters. I suck in and hold my breath as I take in the slight pressure. His tongue that’s busy sucking on my nipple brings me immense, distracting pleasure. He slowly pushes forward a little more and lets out a groan. “Just a little more, baby,” he pants.
“Go,” I whisper back, wanting all of him. He moves forward and it's slightly painful.
“Are you okay?” he asks, then places kisses all over my face.
“Yes,” I answer, honestly. I am.
“You have no idea how good you feel,” he says. “I'm going to move. I'll start slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
He begins to move pulling out then pushing back in. With every motion, it becomes a little less uncomfortable, and I feel a little less pressure. He's not rushing, and he isn't rough. He continues to kiss me all over my face. “Baby,” he whispers in my ear, and I hum in response. “I need to move a little faster. If it hurts, tell me please.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “Alright.”
His pace begins to quicken, and he buries his face into the side of my neck, leaving light kisses and nibbles. The pain begins to subside as he continues to move and hits something inside my center. Spots start to cover my eyes, and pleasure spreads throughout my body, causing me to moan, light at first. “That’s it, baby.” His words send me over the edge, and I scream out his name. This orgasm is more intense than the first. His movements become more eager until he’s squeezing me tight to his body and releases a muffled moan. I smile and rub my hands down his back.
“That was amazing,” he says quietly. He lifts himself from my neck and looks into my eyes, “I love you.”
I smile, “I love you, too.”
He slowly removes himself, kisses my nose, and moves away to dispose of the condom. He leaves the room and comes back just as quickly climbing onto the bed and settling half his body on mine. He lays his head upon my bare chest and wraps his arm over my stomach. He begins to draw circles on my hip causing goosebumps to pucker on my skin. “Was it good for you?” he asks, after a few quiet seconds.
“Amazing,” I sigh, “and even better because it was with you.”
He kisses the side of my breast, and it tickles. “Thank you for trusting me. Are you feeling okay? Do you hurt?”
“A little,” I admit, feeling the soreness more prominently now.
“Why didn't you tell me?” His head shoots up, and he grimaces.
“It obviously felt good at the time!” I defend, not wanting him to worry.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Do you need ice or something?”
I shrug because I don’t know. Is that something you need to do after your first time? He shoots up off the bed and pulls on his sweats. “What are you doing?” I ask, pulling the blankets up. With his body heat gone, I’m cold.
“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get some ice.”
I laugh to myself as I watch him leave, his back muscles on full display. I love his back. I grab the remote and turn on the TV, scanning the channels settling on the movie ‘Thor’. He returns a few minutes later with a small bucket of ice, then disappears into the bathroom, and reappears with a rag. I watch him fill the rag with ice and move towards me. He drops his sweats and crawls under the covers then places the cool rag against me. It’s incredibly sweet. “I gotta take care of my girl.” He lays on his back next to me and pulls me to him. I snuggle more into his side and without a word, we watch Thor.
Back to Reality
There's a light tickle on my back, a touch that moves up and down, and my body shivers. I rouse slowly, my head on a soft pillow. Chase's face is inches from mine. “Morning, beautiful,” his voice is raspy.
“Morning,” I mumble.
“We have to get a move on.”
I groan. “Nooo. Sleep.”
He laughs at my stubbornness. “Sorry, baby, I have plans for today. I let you sleep in as late as I could. “
“Sleeeep.”
He pats my bare butt. “It's almost eleven. We need to check out and grab some breakfast.”
“If someone wouldn't have woken me in the middle of the night, I may not be as tired,” I grumble.
“I didn't hear you refusing. In fact, I heard 'Oh my God,' quite often. You're gonna give me a complex.” I smack his clothed shoulder, and I can feel my cheeks getting hot. He laughs. “C'mon, get up! Get dressed before I take you for round three.” He leaves the bed, and my eyes watch him as he moves out of the room. I turn onto my back, taking the sheet with me to cover my front. Yeah, not too sure if modesty is a thing anymore after last night.
I sit up, still covering myself with the sheet, and notice my bag at the end of the bed. I pull it towards me, removing pieces of clothing from the bag, and quickly dressing.
Chase comes back into the room. “Shame.”
I laugh. “You were just telling me to get dressed.”
“I know, and it's a good thing. I just like seeing your skin.” He moves to me and wraps his arms around my waist. I place my hands on his chest and nuzzles in. “How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I'm good. Perfect.” He places a kiss on the top of my head.
“Alright, let's get a move on.”
He grabs my bag, zips it up, then tosses it over his shoulder. I follow him out of the room, and he grabs his bag, carrying them bo
th in one hand to open the main door. Once in the hall, he reaches for my hand, and we make our way towards the lobby. At the front desk, he asks if they'd keep our bags while we have breakfast. There's a lot more activity this morning. I watch as guests and staff move around the inn. Chase's tug on my hand brings me back to him. He smiles. “Let's eat.”
With our bags tucked safely behind the lobby desk, we move towards the dining room we ate in last night. The tables no longer have the candles set on top. Instead, there’s a little tray-like thing with different jellies that are placed in the middle. You can see outside now, and the scenery is beautiful. Set back on the grounds of the inn is a large pond with a fountain of water in the middle that's shooting upward. Two beautiful large swans are swimming near a small dock, where two people seem to be enjoying their coffee. Beyond the pond is surrounded by large trees; the trees in various colors of orange, yellow, and browns. It's a gorgeous view, and I'm so glad I was able to see it before we left.
We enjoy our breakfast together, and I feel like I'm floating on air. I'm the happiest I've ever been, and it's all because of the man sitting in front of me. I know the next few days are going to be tough--with having to tell Vance about our relationship, and Chase's deployment. It's hard not to think about, but I don't want it to damper the time we have left together.
Chase takes care of the check, and soon we're leaving; the car moving down the long driveway. I can't help but watch it move further away from the back window. Chase's warm hand lands on mine. “We'll come back,” he says, and I smile at the thought. This is forever our place.
The drive back home seems to take less time than it took to get to the Glasbern. I see the familiar stores and signs for our small town, and I'm saddened by that. Until we confront Vance we have to remain a secret, and after yesterday, I don't want that anymore.
“We need to tell Vance,” I blurt and look towards Chase.
He nods before speaking, “We do.”
“How should we go about it?” I ask.
“I think we should tell him together,” he says.
“Okay.” I bite the inside of my cheek. “He's not going to like it.”
“He may surprise us. I mean, look how Victor handled it. He accepted it more quickly than I thought.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“I have something to show you. We can tell him later today, or we can do it tomorrow?”
“Let's do it tomorrow. This is my last full day with you, and I want to spend it drama free.”
“Okay. Tomorrow then.” He squeezes my hand in a comforting gesture.
He continues to drive us towards Harry's junkyard, and I'm very confused about why we're coming here.
“Harry's?” I question.
He turns onto the rocky road, taking his time since his car isn't made for this kind of travel. A few cars are parked near the fence since Harry's is open until mid-afternoon today. “What are we doing here?” He doesn't answer me and remains quiet as he parks his car. “Chase?” I ask again.
He smiles at me, “C'mon.”
My eyes instantly move to the old yellow Camaro next to the booth. The for-sale sign is missing, and instead ‘SOLD’ is written boldly in red across the windshield. An older man is approaching us with a Harry's U-Pull It hat on his head. His shirt stretches over a large belly, and his suspenders are connected to his pants. “Chase?” he asks as he nears.
“Yes, sir.” Chase reaches out his hand, and they shake hands as the man stops in front of us.
“Harry. Nice to meet you,” he says then continues, “She's all ready for you.” Harry holds out a set of keys to Chase. I watch this whole conversation from the side, completely stunned.
“Oh, they go to her.” Chase gestures to me.
“Here ya go, young lady. I hear you're going to take good care of her.” Harry holds out the keys to me, and I slowly reach out my hand. Is this a joke? He releases the keys, and they fall into my palm. I watch this as if it's in slow motion and I dare not make a sound. Still confused, I look back up at Harry then to Chase.
“What?” I finally speak up.
“You are the proud owner of a 1969 Camaro,” Chase tells me.
“What?” I ask again, not sure I heard him right.
“It's yours,” Chase says pointing to the car.
“Are you serious?” I yell out.
“Yes.” He laughs.
“How? What the hell! I'm so lost right now.”
Chase chuckles at my behavior, and Harry leans into him. “She gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, she's gonna be fine.”
“Alright then. Thank you.” He pats Chase on the back and leaves us standing there.
“You bought this?” I ask. It's the only thing I can think of.
“Yep.”
“But it's mine?”
“Yep. Well, it's ours.”
“Ours.”
“Yes, I thought, well...I was hoping that it could be something we could work on together. But since I'm leaving, I thought maybe you could work on it while I'm deployed. Would give you something to do.”
“Really?” I’m shouting in excitement, now. “For real? No way!” I've about lost it. I'm bursting at the seams, and the thought behind this is so beautiful.
“Yes, really. For real.” He pulls me towards the car. “I even got a plate for it.”
He guides me towards the back of the car, and it's a custom plate that reads “VERNICA”.
I deadpan over to Chase, “Really?” and place my hands on my hips.
He laughs lightly, “You'll always be Vern.” I can't stay mad at him. Especially with this gesture. I just can't. The thought behind this is enormous, and well planned out. I know it takes time to get a custom plate done. I jump on him, successfully taking him by surprise.
“Thank you so much.” My throat becomes tight, holding the tears at bay.
“You're welcome,” he responds.
“This is…” I pause. “I have no words. It's so thoughtful. I love this car!”
He smiles. “I know, and I love you.”
I grab his face and smash my lips to his, kissing him multiple times.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“A towing company is going to come pick it up tomorrow and drop it off at the garage. I already spoke to your father about it.” That surprises me, and he must see it. “Yep. I have it all situated.”
“You're good.”
He winks at me. “I know.”
I squeal in excitement and jump in place; a few guys walk by looking at us strangely. I stop jumping. “This is my car!” I yell at them. Two of them look at me like I've lost my mind, and another says, “Congrats.”
Chase laughs at me, “Let's get you outta here, you weirdo.”
I giggle with enthusiasm. 'Where to, now?” I ask.
“I didn't have much planned after this. We can go to my house and spend the day together,” Chase suggests.
“I don't care what we do, as long as I'm with you.”
“Perfect answer,” he says kissing my lips, and we part to get into his car.
I buckle up my belt and hit my legs while yelling, “I have a Camaro!” Chase is watching me, amused. “Okay. I’m done. I promise.”
He puts his hands up, “Hey, I didn't say anything. I'm glad you're excited about it.”
“I have to learn how to work on the body.” I think about it. “I'm pretty sure Victor took a course. Maybe I can look into taking one too.”
“That'd be hot,” Chase says and starts up the car.
“Yeah, I'll ask him about it.”
“Good,” Chase responds while reversing from the spot, driving slowly back down the bumpy road. He drives us towards his house.
We spend hours in his room, enjoying our time together, and don't leave until we're both starving. Chase suggests we do some take-out. “Chinese?” he asks.
“Hmm yeah, I could go for some sushi. Does the China House have sushi?” I ask, never having any since visiting Victor,
but I could seriously eat some now.
“I guess we'll find out.”
We hop into the Z and head to our local China House. We stand back, scanning the menu, and I notice the small sushi bar in the corner.
“Yes!” I point towards the little bar.
Chase laughs, “Alright then. Do you want anything else?”
“Yeah, I'll take some pork fried rice, and some crab rangoons.”
The lady behind the counter asks if we're ready. Chase nods then takes a step forward.
“I'll be right back, I have to pee,” I tell him and skip off to the side of the small restaurant, and thankfully, the bathroom is unoccupied. I quickly do my thing, wash my hands, and leave the bathroom. Chase is off to the side, but his back is facing me. His large frame is definitely one to admire, and I know just how sexy those shoulders look without a shirt. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I feel the vibrations of him speaking, but he immediately stops. “What's wrong?” I ask, looking up and removing my arms from around him, so I can move to his side.
I see who he’s talking to, and I freeze. Fuck. Shannon stands in front of Chase, her hand on his pec. She takes a step back when she sees me, her hand dropping to her side. Her eyes narrow on me and then move to Chase. “You are screwing little Russo!”
Chase sighs. “If I recall correctly, I told you that's none of your business.”
Shannon laughs, and it's not a nice laugh. “Whatever. I don't fucking care.” She abruptly turns and walks out of the restaurant, her blonde hair swooshing.
“Crap,” I mutter. Our weekend has spoiled me; being allowed to grab him without consequences is something I enjoyed. Being back in town, we have to be a bit more discreet until we speak with Vance.
“Don't worry about it,” Chase dismisses, then wraps his arm around my shoulder not caring. “What about Vance? What if she tells him?”
“She said something about us awhile ago, too. She never said anything to him then, why would she now?”