by Rye Hart
“Oh God, yes,” I groaned.
I dug my nails into his scalp, holding him in place, as he licked and sucked on me, making my body shake from head to foot with sheer pleasure. It had been a long time since a man had gone down on me, and Chase seemed to enjoy it more than most. He seemed to revel in giving me pleasure, drawing it out, letting me enjoy every last second, as he took his time, working that magic tongue of his over the most intimate parts of me.
I grew wetter, and a warmth rushed through me. A familiar tightness grew low in my body as I reached the peak, and without saying a word, Chase grabbed onto my hips and held me tightly, burying his face deeper into me, sucked in my clit harder. He knew it was coming, and when my orgasm hit, it hit me hard.
I clawed at him, my body spasming as I pressed him deeper into me. My legs quivered as I thrashed wildly on the bed beneath, crying out in pleasure as he continued working his tongue inside my pussy. He didn't stop either, not until the last wave of ecstasy rolled over and through me, leaving me breathless on the bed and staring down at him with wide eyes. My breathing was still ragged and I felt lightheaded – but, I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
“Wow,” was all I could say, my voice breathy and soft.
When he lifted his face to meet my gaze, I saw that his beard was soaked in my juices. He licked his lips and smiled up at me, pleased as punch by my reaction. I reached out my arms to him.
“Come here,” I said softly.
He moved over me, bracing himself on his strong arms, hovering over me once more, as I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. He helped me slide his pants off, which were quickly followed by his boxers. When he was finally naked, floating above me, I saw him fully for the first time and it was more amazing that I could have imagined.
He was long and thick, hard as a rock, the warm light of the room glistening on the pre-cum that spilled from the tip. I saw the hunger and eagerness in his eyes, which fueled the fire inside of me – I was just as desperate for him. One orgasm was not enough for me, especially when he was on top of me looking as absolutely delectable as he was.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself up to meet him. His cock slipped between my thighs with ease, stroking the clit as it passed between my folds. As his cock slid along my lips, Chase's eyes fluttered closed for a second and a soft moan passed his lips.
Taking his face in my hands, I brought his lips to mine. I kissed his mouth hard, tasting myself upon his lips, as he gently moved against me. The head of his stiff rod was pressing against my opening now, and with one thrust, he buried himself deep inside of me, making me cry out his name.
I was so wet, he slipped into me easily. Much easier than the last time we were together. There was still stretching to accommodate his girth, but that sudden pinch of pain was lessened, and it felt amazing. He was sheathed inside of me, safe and warm, and my body welcomed him with the utmost pleasure.
With our mouths still locked on each other's, he started rocking himself back and forth on top of me. He moved with such precision, pulling his cock almost completely out of my pussy before thrusting forward and burying it inside of me all over again. Each thrust into me was glorious, nearly took my breath away, and made me cry out.
“Yes, Chase – Oh God, yes!”
I raked my nails down his back as he drove himself into me. Chase drew in a sharp breath and I feared I might draw blood. If it concerned Chase though, you couldn't tell. His face was hardened, a look of concentration etched deeply on his features, his jaw tight as beads of sweat dripped from his brow. He rested his forehead against mine as he made love to me, his hands gently exploring my body.
The bedsprings squeaked underneath us as his movements became more and more frantic. My pussy tightened around him, gripping his stiff cock with each spasm as my climax approached.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, his head falling forward. “Come for me again, Abby.”
Hearing him say my name sent me over the top. My climax hit me hard, and I drew in a hard, shuddering breath. I felt a rush of wetness down below as I clung to him for dear life. He continued groaning, urging my orgasm on in a gravely, desperate voice tinged with a frantic, passionate desperation.
“Yes, Abby,” he growled. “Yes, baby. Come for me, beautiful.”
My pussy contracted around his cock, tightening and gripping him hard – and that was it for him too. He stared into my eyes and he let out a deep, guttural groan as he buried himself balls deep inside of me one last time.
“Come inside me, Chase,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
I groaned, my own body rising to meet his, taking him as deep inside of me as he would go. A third orgasm exploded within me as Chase grunted and shuddered above me.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes closing partially, as a look of pure bliss crossed his face.
We rode out the last few seconds of pleasure together, united. Connected and enjoying the pleasure electrifying our bodies until every last drop of him was inside of me. Chase lowered himself and kissed me softly, his cock still sheathed inside me. When he finally pulled himself out, his cock was mostly deflated and a rush of his warm seed followed.
He collapsed beside me on the bed, pulling me close. My heart raced as I thought about what just happened – and part of me started to panic. The last time we hooked up, he freaked out on me and left. Now that I was staying with him, what would happen if he wanted to run again? Would he kick me out? I doubted it, but my mind started spinning, coming up with all the terrible, worst-case scenarios just the same.
Chase kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips, a sleepy smile spread across his handsome face. He stroked my cheek, then trailed his fingers down my neck, to my back. He held me close, and I couldn't deny that a feeling of happiness filled my soul. A feeling of contentment.
He wasn't running away this time. He was staying there with me, a look of bliss, rather than fear, on his face. As I lay there beside him, basking in the afterglow, I was shocked to discover that for te first time since my parents died, I felt truly safe.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHASE
A smile crossed my face as I watched Abby sleeping peacefully by my side. The early morning light was streaming in through the windows, and I saw her face more clearly than I ever had before. The deep purple bruise and swelling along her jaw were painful to look at. No woman should ever have to endure or experience such pain. As I looked at her and imagined her torment, I knew there was no way I was going to let that bastard get away with it. He was going to be made to pay.
I slipped gently out of the bed, trying to move as quietly as possible. I wanted her to get some rest and didn't want to disturb her. What happened between us last night shouldn't have happened, but I wasn't entirely surprised it had. What else had I expected by bringing her here?
There was just something about her that compelled me. She managed to speak to me in ways no one ever had before. I realized that the more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to let my guard down with her. The more I wanted to accept her into my life and have her be an important part of my world.
Except, given the shit she was dealing with already, the last thing she needed was another relationship with somebody as fucked up as I was. She needed time to heal. Time to discover herself. And she definitely didn’t need to be tied down to Lynnwood if she didn't want to be.
Still, given what happened between us, and knowing how badly I'd hurt her, I vowed to myself that I would handle it better than I had before. No more running away. This time, we'd talk about it later. There was no other choice. She deserved no less.
It was just after six in the morning, which was late for me to get out of bed. I should have been out in the field working already. But, I didn't want to leave her to wake up alone either. I walked out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen where I started the coffee maker and opened the fridge, hoping to find something she could eat fo
r breakfast. I frowned as I scanned the contents – or lack thereof – in the refrigerator. There wasn't much in there. Just some bacon, which thankfully, she loved. There was a carton of eggs tucked away on the bottom shelf. I opened it up and found two eggs – and they weren't expired – which was perfect. At least she'd have breakfast when she got up.
I cooked her breakfast as I chugged my coffee, and just as the eggs were finished, I heard footsteps coming down the hallway toward me. I glanced over my shoulder and she stood there, her hair still in a loose, sloppy braid with most of it spilling free. She had on a robe I hadn't seen before, probably from one of her bags. It was bright pink and silky, totally fitting for her personality. It fell to about mid-thigh, giving just a hint of her sexy, shapely leg.
“Hey, you,” she said, sidling up to me at the stove.
She wrapped her arms around my waist and planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. I had to admit, if only to myself, that it felt good to be held by her. To feel her warmth and energy flowing through me. To have her there, by my side.
“Whatcha cooking, hot stuff?” she asked.
“Just some eggs and bacon,” I said. “You hungry?”
“Of course,” she said.
I put the scrambled eggs on her plate, followed by some bacon. She took the plate and walked over to the kitchen table, munching away happily as I sipped my coffee. I leaned against the counter instead of joining her at the table. She looked up at me, cocking her head like a puppy dog again.
“You not eating?” she asked.
“I'm not really a breakfast person,” I said. “Coffee suits me just fine.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” she said with a laugh.
It was amazing to me that she was so bright and cheery, even though she was sporting a nasty purple bruise on her face. She was smiling wide at me, and it seemed like she'd already somehow forgotten about everything she'd been through. She was so happy and chipper, it seemed like whatever her ex had done to her hadn't really happened.
Either she was very good at faking it, or she was just a naturally happy, optimistic person. I honestly couldn't tell which it was.
“So, we need to head over to the police station and file a report,” I said. “Figured once you finish eating, we can shower and – ”
“We can shower? As in together?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
I grinned and swallowed a big gulp of coffee, doing my best to ignore the question and the innuendo behind it. It wasn't what I meant, but I couldn't deny that the idea of showering with Abby did sound appealing.
“We'll head over to the police station pretty early,” I said. “The sooner we can nab this bastard, the better.”
“I agree,” Abby said, her smile wavering a bit. “I just don't think it'll be that easy.”
“Why not?”
She shrugged. “He's good, Chase,” she said, a note of dejection and fear in her voice. “He's good at getting what he wants – and he wants me. I'm afraid there's not going to be anything anybody can do to stop him.”
“He's not going to get to you, Abby. Not while I'm alive. I promise you that,” I said, hearing the steel in my words, and hoping she found comfort in it.
She stared at me, a serious but thoughtful expression on her face as she munched on a few pieces of bacon. The sunlight streaming in through the windows cascaded around her, making her skin glow, and casting a halo around her. An aura. A glowing aura around a glowing woman that only added to her ethereal beauty.
Her face was still bruised and it hurt me to even look, but she was still so beautiful and perfect. The thought that any man could do this to her killed me inside. More than that though, it filled me with a deep and abiding rage – a rage that made me want to destroy something. Or, more to the point, somebody.
Abby stood and walked over to the sink, washing her plate off and setting it on the rack to dry. I watched the way her ass swished beneath her little robe as she walked, and it drove me crazy. Admiring the smooth legs, the toned calves – and remembering just how good it felt to have them wrapped around me – I felt myself growing hard in my jeans.
Trying to distract myself, I cleared my throat and downed the rest of the coffee, before putting my cup on the counter. I needed to get out into the fields. I had work to do. But, Abby took my hand in hers, and without saying a word, guided me down the hallway.
I should have stopped things right then and there, should have told her we couldn't keep doing this, but I couldn't. I opened my mouth but found my throat suddenly as dry as the desert. What I wanted to tell her was in my head just fine, but the words weren't coming out of my mouth – a side effect, I was sure, of my cock pulsing in my jeans as my blood rushed south.
As I let her lead me, her silky robe came open a bit, taunting me with the sight of her perfect flesh. She glanced back at me with her girl-next-door smile, making my cock impossibly hard. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her – you would have thought it was my first time seeing a naked woman – but one of her perfect breasts peaked out from underneath the robe, flaunting just the right amount of nipple.
My breath caught in my throat and although I wanted her so bad it hurt, I didn't want to let things get out of hand. Or, rather, any more out of hand than they already were. I let out a long, tortured breath and stopped in my tracks, holding on to her hand a little tighter.
“Abby, we should talk about last night,” I said.
She stopped and turned toward me, her blue eyes bright and sparkling, framed by long, thick eyelashes. Even without makeup, she was stunning. Despite the darkly-colored bruises on her face, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She took my breath away – literally and figuratively. Abby was walking perfection to me.
“Yes, Chase?” she asked.
Her voice was soft and sweet, but there was a tinge of anxiety behind her words – as well as behind the sparkling in her eyes.
“I just – well, we keep falling into bed with each other. And I really don't want you to think – ”
I bit off my words as her eyes fell and she dropped my hand, looking crestfallen. I silently cursed myself out, frustrated with my inability to say what I wanted to say. Say what I meant.
“You don't want me to think what?” she asked, biting her lip.
I let out a long breath. “I don't want you to think that I'm looking for something serious. I'm really not,” I said. “I know I wouldn't be good for anybody right now. And I don't want to hurt you.”
She nodded. “I'm really not looking for something serious either, Chase,” she said. “Especially with everything going on with Paul and everything. I just know that you make me feel good and, right now, I could use all the good I can get.”
“I understand,” I said, surprising myself.
Truth be told, I did understand. I knew exactly what she meant, and it was the same for me. After years of being alone, it felt nice to be with someone else again. Someone who made me feel good – and not just in a sexual way either. Her sweet innocence and adorable smile did something to me, it made me want to be happy again. It made me feel like it was even possible. It gave me some small spark of hope. No one had ever done that to me before.
“But, I understand, we should probably keep our distance,” she said. “We probably shouldn't be sleeping together every chance we get.”
Her gaze met mine and our eyes locked. My body was suddenly filled with an intense longing. A raw hunger and desire for her. As I took her in with my eyes, I felt the fires of passion burning bright and hot inside of me.
I knew it was stupid, that I shouldn't let myself feel that way, and that it was only going to complicate things, but I couldn't stop it. It consumed me.
“What if I don't want to keep my distance, Abby?” I asked, my voice low.
I went to her and cupped her face in my hands, kissing her long and hard. She relaxed into me, her arms sliding around my neck as I slowly walked us toward my bedroom.
I pushed her up against the door a
nd kissed down the length of her neck, sucking and nibbling on her delicate, soft skin as I moved lower and lower. She raked her fingers over my scalp and let out a breathy little moan. The silk robe slipped off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts and those pert, pink nipples.
Feeling the desire rising in me like a molten hot tide, I cupped her breasts in my hands, teasing the nipples with my fingers, and giving them a firm pinch. Abby let out a soft yelp and then sighed softly, her eyes rolling back in her head as I touched her all over.
Her skin was so soft, and I reveled in the way she felt against me. Moving my mouth downward, I kissed her lower. I took one of her pink nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently. Abby gasped and her head fell back, but her grip on my hair tightened.
“Yes, Chase,” she moaned. “God, yes.”
I pulled back and stared into her eyes. The naked desire in them matched what I felt, fueling the fires burning in me. Taking her by the hand, I led her into the master bathroom. I had a shower large enough to easily hold several people. It had three different showerheads – including one that poured down like rain.
I hardly used it personally. Typically, I showered in one of the smaller bathrooms. But now seemed like the perfect time to try it out. After I got the water running, warming it up, Abby helped me undress. She stripped me out of my dirty jeans first. With my pants and boxers in a heap on the floor, she looked up at me, flashing a salacious little smile. She reached out her tiny little hand and stroked my hard cock, an adorable smile spread across her face.
I pulled off my shirt, yanking it off over my head and throwing it on the pile with the rest of my clothes and stepped into the shower. Abby dropped her robe to the floor and was close behind. She shut the door and the water rained down upon both of us, washing away everything but the passion and lust that burned inside of us.