by Tess Oliver
I spun around to my bottom and stretched my legs out to rest my feet on the coffee table. Chase drew his gaze along my legs, and I found myself imagining what it would feel like if his hands smoothed over my bare skin.
"How the heck do you stay so thin with all these goodies around you all the time?"
His words popped me out of my temporary sensual daydream.
"I think I'm around the stuff all day, so it's easy not to eat it. It's like when I was little and I watched my mom take just a tiny portion of food on Thanksgiving. She used to say that after spending all darn day with her hand up a turkey, she just didn't feel much like eating it. I think it's the same way with me. My hands are always covered with sticky dough and sugar. It's easy not to eat too much of it."
Chase tilted his jaw to the side. "Huh, I'm not so sure that's a good theory. I'm surrounded by erotic stuff all day, new toys, lotions, sexy lingerie." He winked at me. "Pleasure devices. But I still love to have sex." He stopped and dropped his gaze to the glass of milk in his hand. "I probably should have stopped that stupid analogy before it actually left my mouth."
I laughed. "No, it's not stupid. I think it's cool that you have a job that gives you so much pleasure." It was my turn to wink. The oven timer rang. "I need to get the last batch out of the oven." I walked to the kitchen and was more than a little aware of his footsteps behind me. I pulled the heavy tray out of the oven. He closed the door for me as I placed the pan on the stove. "Sorry it's so hot in here."
"I'm not." There was a change in his tone that could not be ignored. He took hold of my hands the second they were free from my oven mitts. A quick tug and I was pressed up against him.
He leaned down to kiss me, but seconds later, he lifted his mouth away. "You're right. It's very hot in here. Let's go back out to the couch." He took hold of my hand and led me out to the front room, but before we could sit he had me back in his arms.
This time as his mouth caressed mine, his hands wasted no time dipping under my shirt. He knew his way confidently around the contours of my body, touching with just the right amount of pressure to start a fever in my pussy.
I peeled my mouth away from his and stared up into his green eyes. "How do you do that? How do you know exactly what to do to get my pulse racing?"
"Your pulse isn't racing yet, Macy. Let me show you. Can I?"
"Yes, please. And you don't need to treat me like I'm breakable or like I'll fall to pieces. Being a virgin doesn't make me fragile."
He smiled. "Too much handling with care going on?"
I nodded.
"Guess this is new to me."
I curled my arms around his neck. "You think this is new to you, you should be standing in my shoes."
Chase tilted his head to the side. "Don't think you're wearing any shoes, darlin'." Then, without warning, he lifted me into his arms. The nice thing about a tiny house was that a bedroom didn't need to be pointed out. Chase had to turn sideways to carry me down the hallway without crowning my head on the doorjamb.
"Did you bring protection?" It was a question I'd never had to ask before, and I felt a little embarrassed about asking it. I felt so unsophisticated and behind the times.
"Won't need it. Today is all about you, my pure little angel."
Chapter Fourteen
Chase
Macy stretched out on her bed, but there was a certain amount of nervousness in the sweet smile she cast my direction. I lay down on my side next to her. I leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. "First of all, you need to relax."
"Right." She took a deep breath, a breath that pushed her breasts snugly against her tank shirt. This sure as hell was going to be a test of my self-control. But I'd told myself on the drive over that I wasn't going to do anything to mess this up. I wanted to get to know Macy, both emotionally and physically, and I couldn't remember the last time I felt that way about any woman. But when it came to sex, we were from two different worlds, and there was no way I was going to bring her into my world by pushing her too fast. She had way too many things to discover first about her own needs. And I was going to help her find them.
I moved slowly at first, pushing her shirt up above her bra.
Macy popped her head off the pillow and stared down at her exposed stomach. "Just checking. Nope. It doesn't say fragile or handle with care, remember?"
I smiled and felt just a little embarrassed. She was right. I was treating her like she was a priceless piece of porcelain, never touched by human hands.
"Macy, has a man ever made you come before?"
She bit her bottom lip. I worried I'd just asked the wrong question. She shook her head without lifting it from the pillow.
I leaned down and kissed her, gently stroking her lips with my tongue. "May I do the honors, then?"
"Yes," she said it quietly, but there was no hesitation.
I pushed her hair back and kissed her neck. "Then relax," I whispered. My breath against her skin caused a shiver to race through her. How badly I wanted her to be naked in my arms when her body trembled like that.
"Can I take off your shirt and shorts?"
Without a verbal answer, she helped me slip her tank shirt off. I reached down and undid the button on her shorts. Her hands reached down. I waited to see if she was planning to stop me. Instead, she shimmied out of the shorts, leaving behind a pale pink pair of panties, sheer enough to give me a tantalizing view of her pussy.
I raked my gaze over her. My cock was jammed tight against my fly. I tried hard to ignore it. "You are just like one of your own confections. Sweet and mouthwatering."
"You always say the oddest things. And yet, every time I think—that works. Sexy, smooth and silver-tongued. A good combination."
I lowered my face over her and tugged down the cup of her bra to reveal her breast. Her nipple tightened into a rosy bud as I pressed a kiss against it. It hardened more as my tongue drew circles around it. Macy arched her back, letting me know she wanted more. Which I was happy to give. As badly as I wanted her, I was thrilled out of my fucking mind about showing her things she had never experienced.
The quiet moans my kisses and caresses were causing made my cock so hard, at one point, I had to stop and grit my teeth against the ache.
Macy looked up at me with round eyes. "Is everything all right? Was that it?" She had no idea the effect she was having on me, which made her that much more adorable. I was in a whole new territory here, and I was loving every second of it.
"Nope, we've just begun." I brought my mouth back up to her lips and kissed her as my hand trailed over her belly. She wriggled a bit. She was ticklish. Of course. How could someone so fucking cute not be ticklish. I moved slowly again, cautiously, ready for her to say no as my hand journeyed toward her panties. This time she did reach down and take hold of my wrist. The disappointment made me feel as if someone had deflated all the oxygen from my body.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I guess I'm feeling a little self conscious. I wish the sun was down, so the room could be dark."
"I think I've got an idea. Do you have a scarf?"
Her brows bunched together in confusion. "On the hook in the closet."
My raging erection hampered my movement, but I reached the closet and returned to the bed with a silk scarf in my hands. I motioned for her to lift her head from the pillow.
She gasped as I moved to tie the scarf around her eyes like a blindfold. I stopped before tying the knot. "This way it'll be dark. Should I continue?"
"Dark on my side, yes, but you'll be able to see me, all of me."
"I know."
The scarf was still wrapped around her eyes. "You're smiling like a big ole' Cheshire cat right now, aren't you?"
"Sure am."
"Tie the knot."
I continued my task of securing the blindfold. She rested back.
"I need you to do one more thing." I lifted both her hands and placed them on each side of her head on the pillow. Th
e sight of her blindfolded and nearly naked stretched out on the bed caused an unexpected groan to roll up from my chest.
She turned her head toward the side I sat on. "Are you all right?"
I was done tiptoeing. I had a feeling Macy was too. I lowered my mouth to her ear. "No. I'm so fucking hard with wanting you right now, darlin', that it hurts."
My words had the desired effect. Her lips parted as her breath quickened. Her breasts rose and fell, and a pink blush covered her skin.
I kissed her again. "Now, let's see if you want me as badly as I want you."
Chapter Fifteen
Macy
I was still trying to decide if being blindfolded helped relax me or if it was having the opposite effect when Chase slipped his hand beneath my bottom, lifted it up and pushed a pillow underneath me. My hips were arched higher than the rest of my body. His fingertips grazed my skin, and I startled. I felt my panties being slow dragged over my thighs and then off my feet. His strong fingers wrapped around my ankles, and he placed my feet on the bed so that my knees were up.
I was completely exposed. That feeling should have made me self-conscious. Instead, a warmth circulated through my body, letting me know that I was enjoying the thought of Chase looking at me. My earlier case of nerves had vanished, and it felt as if a much more wanton version of Macy had taken over. I wanted this. And I wanted to see his face as he looked at me. I needed to see that lust that he'd so erotically just described in my ear.
I reached up and pushed off the blindfold. Chase was kneeling between my legs. His eyes were a sharp green, intensely bright, as if hungry with something that no amount of sustenance would satisfy.
His eyes stayed on my face, watching me as he scooted down to his stomach, his long legs hanging off the bed as he settled comfortably between my thighs. I had never had this kind of intimacy, and the reaction in my body and between my legs was profound.
I sucked in a breath and held it as Chase ran kisses along the inside of my thigh. Each time his mouth pressed against me, something deep inside, an internal drive that I never knew existed, made me scoot my ass forward on the pillow. I wanted him to touch my pussy. I needed him to touch it. But he lingered, he took it teasingly slow, stroking my inner thigh with his tongue.
As his dark head moved closer to me, I could feel the light stubble on his jaw tantalizingly scrape my skin. His warm breath tickled me, causing a shiver to run through me. Then his fingers trailed lightly over my pussy, and a whimper bubbled from my mouth.
My eyes drifted shut. I gripped the coverlet on my bed, waiting, wondering just how this would end. He had hardly touched me yet, but my body had reached a crescendo, a build up of wanting something so badly I could hardly think about anything except the pulsating need between my legs. And it seemed that the release of energy, when it finally came, would be like nothing I'd ever felt before. It also seemed that if that release never came, I might just die from disappointment. I needed that ending, that satisfaction, or I might just whither into a ball and sob.
"Chase," I said, on a pleading whisper. "Please." I wasn't completely sure what I was begging for, but I knew whatever it was, Chase had it.
I sucked in another breath and held it as Chase kissed my pussy, softly at first, barely registering a touch and then with more pressure. He added a gentle teasing flick of the tongue, and I released the breath I'd been holding on a long, luxurious sigh. It was as if every ounce of feeling in my body was concentrated in one place, my pussy. Chase was now controlling me with his mouth and fingers.
His fingertip pressed between the folds of my pussy, stopping at the hard nub. My clitoris became a magic button, and as Chase caressed it, I felt my entire body hurdling toward something, something explosive. I found myself contracting my bottom and pushing harder against his mouth, signaling him I needed more. He answered my muted plea by slipping his finger inside of me.
The cotton cover on my bed was bunched in my hands as I gripped the fabric, not sure what else to hold onto to keep from floating away into a delirious erotic haze. As he impaled me with his finger, his tongue and mouth kept my clitoris tight with arousal. His free hand slipped under my bare bottom, and he lifted me higher and harder against his mouth. Instinctually, the muscles in my legs and body tensed as if they were working hard to put all the focus on my pussy. Every touch, every caress brought me closer to something that was still a mystery but that was something I now needed more than I'd ever needed anything.
Chase moved with perfect rhythm and precision, not a movement wasted. Everything he did created more heat and made my pussy drip with moisture. My thighs squeezed together as if they had a mind of their own. Chase's thick hair brushed against my skin, but the tickling sensation fell away fast. All I could think about were the sensations overwhelming my pussy.
Chase's thick finger dipped inside of me again, and his tongue lathed over my clit. And that was it. My body was wracked with undulating waves of pleasure. I cried out, unable to stop myself. I reached for Chase and tangled my fingers in his thick hair, needing to hold onto something. He continued, rhythm and focus unbroken by the twisting, trembling motion of my body as I absorbed the explosive sensations.
As the waves receded and I felt myself coming back down to earth, my breathing slowed and my head cleared. Chase lifted his face up from between my thighs and grinned at me.
"And that, my beautiful angel, is just one of the things you've been missing out on these last four years."
He sat up on his knees and then dropped down on his side next to me on the bed.
I turned toward him and still felt a rush of tingles in my pussy. "What's that phrase? I think it's a Cher song. 'If I could turn back time'.”
"That's all right. I figure we've got four years of catching up to do, but lucky for you, you've found someone who can catch you up in a month's time."
Chapter Sixteen
Chase
Zane had picked up burgers. The four of us met in Trey's office for our once a month lunch where we agreed to talk about anything except business. It helped us to not forget how the four of us had started life, not as four business partners but as four friends growing up in a tough neighborhood with families that were anything but ideal. Trey and I had both grown up with single parents who had to work multiple jobs just to pay bills. But we'd still had it better than Aidan, who grew up with both parents in the house. They were two adults who acted more like kids. They were so obsessed with partying and making themselves feel good that they never paid any attention to Aidan. He ended up getting expelled from high school for fighting. He was constantly in trouble, but his parents couldn’t have cared less. Eventually, he realized doing radical things to get in trouble wasn't helping him get the attention from his mom and dad he craved, so he stopped. After that, he worked hard at two jobs to have enough money to move out of his parents’ house. He'd finally found something that got his parents’ attention. Wealth. They were still a couple of worn out losers, only now they lived in a nice house.
Zane, on the other hand, had everything going for him until his mother married a creep who Zane stabbed one day to defend his mother from the man's physical abuse. Things went shitty for him after that. But once the four of us met up again at a friend's wedding, we found we still had that deep connection we'd had as kids. We also all had a keen desire to make something of ourselves. Now we had. The lunches helped remind us of where we’d started from.
Aidan, who could down two double cheeseburgers with ease, pulled a spare chair up to the side of Trey's desk. Gray clouds hovered in the sky outside the massive office window. Rain had drizzled down all day, and I wondered how the bad weather was affecting Macy's business. After I left her place on Sunday, I knew that I'd gotten myself in deep. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Zane walked in with that bunched up look he got when something had him pissed. He sat down in the chair with an angry clamor.
Trey pulled his burger from the bag and leaned back in his chair. "What'
s got you in a snit?" he asked Zane.
Zane rummaged through the bag for his burger. "Got a fucking parking ticket. When the hell are they going to be done paving the parking lot? I thought they said a week."
Trey squeezed out a packet of ketchup onto his fries. "They did. And it's been nearly ten days, so I think it's time for you to go down there and talk to the foreman and let him know it needs to be done tomorrow."
Zane took a bite and washed it down with soda. "Why me?"
I swallowed my bite of food. "Because you're the team asshole. The asshole is the person you send out to do dirty work."
Zane looked at me. "Why the hell am I the asshole?"
I pointed at Trey with a French fry. "He's the cool, level headed guy."
"Yeah," Zane interrupted. "And Aidan is the guy with the fists and the lethal right hook. And you," he rolled his eyes, "you're just a lot of air wrapped in a package that women can't resist. And I'm . . ." He dunked a fry in ketchup. "Shit, I guess I am the team asshole. I'll talk to them after lunch."
Aidan pulled the onions out of his burger. "Hate it when they load these on. Then it's all I can taste." He shoveled half the burger down in one bite.
"It's a wonder you can taste anything at all with the way you suck that thing down," Zane noted. He turned to me. "Hey, where the hell were you last night? Thought we were going to play racquetball. I texted you like five times."
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled to Zane's name. "Huh, you sure did. I was busy."
Aidan laughed. "Whose pussy were you in this time? I liked that little brunette you were dating for awhile."
Trey reached for his soda. "And by awhile, he means longer than twenty-four hours."