by Cora Brent
Chase’s expression didn’t change. He continued to stare at me with curious intensity. Until I tried to pull away. Then he seized me around the waist and forced my body against his so gruffly that I gasped.
“Don’t do that,” he growled, sliding his hand up my back and into my hair. “Don’t say something like that to me and then try to run off.”
I jerked my chin up, challenging him. “Why don’t you lay it out then? Tell me what you want.”
“All right,” he agreed, loosening his grip on me slightly. “I want to fuck you again, Stephanie. I want to make you come in seventeen filthy ways and use you however I please for as long as my dick holds out. Goddamn it girl, stop trying to walk away from me! You let me finish and then if you still want to run off I won’t stop you.”
I’d gotten angry at his vulgarity and torn my arm out of his grasp. But when he raised his voice I was startled.
Chase didn’t skip a beat, although he was gentle when he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “I want to know what it’s like to fall asleep with you, sweetheart. I want the privilege of waking up with you in the morning. I want to hold you. I want you to be mine.”
“Chase,” I said, looking him square in the eye and trying not to shiver from the effect of his words. “I don’t want to be one of many.”
“You’re not,” he said immediately. “I don’t want anyone else, Steph. I don’t think about anyone else and I’m sure as hell not going to touch anyone else as long as there’s you. I just really want to give this a chance. Do you?”
Chase mocked and joked endlessly. I’d known that even before we met, when he was just this hot guy who kept staring at me as he was surrounded by all the attention in the world. But he wasn’t joking now. He wasn’t playing with me anymore.
I kissed him. I felt every bit of his strength, especially when he crushed me against his hard body as our mutual passion reached the breaking point. I pulled away, breathless.
“Yes,” I whispered as he held me up. I might have fallen otherwise. “So take me home. Take me home and show me, Chase.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chase
When I knocked on Stephanie’s door earlier this evening I didn’t have any idea how the night was going to go. I just knew that I was going to try like hell to take Saylor’s advice and show this girl that I was better than I seemed.
“Take me home and show me,” Stephanie said and she wasn’t just being dirty. She wasn’t only talking about sex. Neither was I.
I took her in my arms and started to lead her back to where the truck was parked. She shivered as I held her tight and I knew I could back her into an alley and have her right now. But I wanted to give her more than that. I wanted to give her everything.
We didn’t speak on the drive. There was no need. I felt her watching me in the dark though. Jesus, there were no words for this. To find a willful, gorgeous girl who challenged you in body and soul and then get inside her in every way possible was overwhelming.
“Wait,” I said, parking the truck in front of her apartment. I went around to the other side and opened the door for her. She smiled with genuine pleasure and suddenly I knew I would sacrifice anything to put that look on her face every goddamn day.
She opened the door to the apartment and started to step inside but I pulled her back. I pressed her against the wall and let her feel how hard I was.
“You sure, Stephanie? Because once I go in there I’m not coming out again. You understand what I mean, sweetheart?”
I meant that if this night happened then she sure as hell wasn’t getting rid of me. I wasn’t going anywhere.
She slipped her arms around my shoulders, opening her legs a little and inhaling sharply when I pushed my knee between them, grinding on her. Stephanie nodded and pressed her pussy against the bulge in my pants until I groaned. She ran her lips along my neck and spoke in a near whisper.
“Chase, spend the night with me.”
From the way she was moving herself against me I knew I could make her come right here, right now. But I also knew I could make her come even better, even harder, if I took some time with it. I picked her up and enjoyed the eager way she melted into my arms. For a girl who at first glance seemed so distant and controlled, Stephanie seemed to like being overpowered. Shit, I got dizzy thinking about the possibilities.
When we got to her room she grew a little hesitant, folding her arms together and taking a step back. I wasn’t going to let her get away with that. I grabbed her hand, the one without the bandage, and pushed her palm against my dick.
“Feel that, Steph?” I asked. “That’s yours.” She was startled when I abruptly reached between her legs but I kept going, cupping her and massaging the heat. “And this is mine.”
“Chase,” she said, squirming, her face flushed. I knew if I pushed even one finger inside she would come in heartbeat.
I took my hand away and rolled the flannel shirt from her shoulders. “I’m not gonna fuck you right now, Stephanie. But I am going to have you.”
She looked confused. Then as I started to ease her dress off she trembled. I pushed the fabric over her hips and stood there looking at her. I unhooked her bra and let it fall. I didn’t know if I could keep my promise not to thrust myself inside that hot little body.
Stephanie put her hands on my chest as I started to unbutton my own shirt. “Let me,” she whispered and took care of the rest of the buttons, letting the shirt slide to the floor before she bit her lip and unzipped my pants.
I seized her, kissing her hard. I was careful when I set her down on the bed though. She was so much smaller and softer than I was. As I covered her with my body a strange feeling was twisting my gut. No sick sexual fantasy was off limits in my head as we kissed on and on. But that’s not all I wanted. I wanted desperately to protect her, to shield her from all the awful chaos in the world.
I sucked on her tits and her hands went down my back. Stephanie said my name again and I glanced up as she reached out and touched the side of my face. She was looking shy and uncertain again.
“This is what I wanted,” she whispered slowly. “That night in Vegas. Today too. I wanted to be with you like this.”
I was so fucking hard my balls throbbed and I was ready to tear through her panties no matter what I’d promised. But if I was going to keep Stephanie then I’d have to give her more than a series of orgasms.
I kissed her lightly then pushed her hair back from her face, brushing my lips across her forehead. “From now on you better always tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”
She kissed me again. I teased her lips and rolled my tongue over hers. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed a girl for so long. Probably never. I reveled in the way our bare chests felt together. Her skin felt so good. I couldn’t stop the way my dick started pumping against her, straining to get into the tight center of her body.
“I want to be closer,” Steph gasped as she tried to push my underwear down. Her legs were wrapped around me tight and I was grinding on her good now. The bedsprings were creaking underneath us.
“Please Chase,” she whimpered, “I need to be closer to you.”
Fuck it, I needed it even more than she did. Her hips were bucking underneath me and I couldn’t take the agony. With one stroke I ripped her panties off and reached toward the floor to find the wallet in the back pocket of my pants.
“Shit!” I yelled.
Stephanie got up on her elbows, looking at me worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
I bent my head to her chest as she held me. “Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart.” Except that I had two condoms in my wallet. I’d used one with her in Vegas. I’d used the other with her this afternoon. I hadn’t replaced them.
“No rubbers,” I grumbled, kissing her breasts. I raised my head and gazed down at her. The trusting look on her face was tearing me to pieces. “I don’t suppose you have any…” I didn’t know why the hell I started to ask. I knew she didn’t
have any condoms lying around.
Steph shook her head emphatically and brought her knees up on either side of me.
“But I don’t think I care,” she said stubbornly.
I chuckled. “Well baby, I believe tomorrow morning you’ll care very much.”
Goddammit, she was pushing my underwear the rest of the way down.
“Don’t tempt me,” I growled, getting close enough to where I could feel how wet she was. The effort to hold myself back was nearly intolerable.
“I want to tempt you,” she said and strained against me. I backed up and held her down, spreading her legs wider.
Suddenly she tried to pull away, her voice alarmed. “What are you doing?”
I was kissing her belly and moving lower every second. “What do you think?” She was still resisting so I looked up at her. She was uncomfortable, trying to scoot away from me. “Steph, hasn’t anyone ever gone down on you before?”
She looked away, her hair falling over her face. “I never let them.”
I teased her with my tongue. “Well you’re gonna let me.” I licked her long and deep, feeling the tension leave her as she let out a muffled groan. I smiled and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Say you’re gonna let me.”
“Yes,” she answered in a small voice.
I teased her clit. “I need more.”
Her hands moved to the back of my neck as she tried to urge me on. “I’ll let you do everything.”
“No one else but me.”
“No, Chase. No one else but you.”
As soon as she got over her hesitation she absolutely fucking loved it almost as much as I loved doing it to her. As I held her hips in my hands and felt her come in my mouth I was in ecstasy. She was mine, all mine.
Stephanie was still trying to catch her breath as I finished and crawled beside her.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her hand over her face.
I was still hard enough to cut steel. “No, not god, sweetheart. It’s Chase.”
The front door opened and I heard Creed and Truly come rolling in. They must have been feeling amorous because they headed straight for Truly’s bedroom. I had no idea if they realized we were in the next room or not.
Stephanie stared as I wrapped her hand around my dick, showing her how I wanted to be stroked. Then she did what I hoped she would do. She bent between my legs and took me in her mouth. I ran my hands through her long curly hair. I gave her a few short instructions but she was doing just fine on her own.
“Shit, Steph,” I groaned, getting close and moving her head in the rhythm I wanted. “Back up honey. I’m coming soon.”
She started going harder, licking and sucking in the most fantastic, filthy way.
“I’m not fucking kidding, Stephanie. I’m gonna come right in your damn mouth.” I always bullshitted with the boys about enjoying girls who swallowed. I was full of it. I wouldn’t come in a girl’s mouth.
But this one wouldn’t let up. She sucked harder and went deeper until I was hit by the tidal wave. I grabbed her hair yelled her name as I shot into her soft mouth. Stephanie took it all.
“Holy mother of all fucks!” I shouted as she finally took her mouth away. I needed a minute to calm down. Shit, I needed three hours to calm down. I’d forgotten we weren’t alone until I heard loud banging on the wall. The entire apartment shuddered as my brother registered his displeasure. I heard Truly laughing, trying to shush him.
“I can’t concentrate with that shit going on!” Creedence yelled and I grinned, jumping off Stephanie’s bed and pulling a chair beneath the air conditioning vent between the two rooms.
“That’s so fucking good!” I yelled into the vent. “Yeah, suck the sweet spot, suck it some more. What’s that? It’s the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”
“CHASE!” Creed bellowed and I pictured him on the other side of the wall, naked and ready to strangle me.
Stephanie was giggling at my back and Truly was laughing out loud in the next room. At least they thought I was funny.
Creed banged on the wall again. “Shut the fuck UP!”
I jumped off the chair. “That guy has no appreciation for improvisational art.”
Stephanie’s face was red with laughter and her wild hair surrounded her. She was the picture of beauty. I hopped back into bed beside her.
“You’re crazy,” she giggled.
“You need some crazy,” I said, spooning my body around hers. I liked how we fit together.
“I guess I do,” she said, and leaned back into my chest with a sigh.
We stayed like that for a while and enjoyed the feeling of being close. I realized this was was what I’d wanted from her since that day she sat quietly beside me on a bench, just to let me know she cared.
Pretty soon it started to get noisy next door. It sounded like a gorilla was jumping on a trampoline while trying to yodel the lyrics to La Boheme.
I sat up. “What the hell are they doing? Jesus, and that asshole complains about my noise.”
Stephanie leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed her phone. In a moment the sound of a thunderstorm edged out the din of our neighbors’ passion.
“It’s a handy app,” she explained. “I have to use it a lot.”
I had better ideas for dealing with this. I peeled pack the covers she had wrapped herself in. “How about we try to compete instead? We can test out my aforementioned creativity.”
“Game on,” she laughed as I rolled on top of her.
And so it was.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Stephanie
Chase was already awake when I opened my eyes. In fact he was balancing both a plate and my ASU coffee mug in his lap as he lounged next to me on the bed.
“Hello,” he said cheerfully, taking a bite out of something dripping with gooey sugar. He offered me the cup of coffee and I gulped half the contents.
“You sleep like the dead,” Chase chuckled and now I could smell the aroma of Truly’s freshly baked cinnamon rolls. It was nice to have a roommate who woke up early, cooked avidly and then shared eagerly. Chase offered me a bite of his half eaten cinnamon roll.
“How long have you been awake?” I muttered, sitting up and quickly covering my bare breasts. Chase suffered from no such modesty. He sprawled in his boxers and took another bite of his cinnamon roll.
“Hours,” he said, licking his fingers. “I tried to wake you up a few times but you kept slapping me in your sleep.”
“Yeah, well I’m not a morning person.”
Chase nodded. “I figured. So I had to find quiet ways to entertain myself as I waited. It’s a good thing I’m so imaginative.”
I took another drink of coffee. “What does that mean? Did you go through my stuff or something?”
“No, I went through you. You’re so sexy when you’re unconscious. Tell me about your dreams, Steph. Were you perhaps rowing a boat hard on the high seas?”
“Liar.” I shoved him lightly and was met with firm, muscled resistance. “There’s no way you had sex with me in my sleep.”
He grinned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t.
“You’re right,” Chase admitted. “I didn’t fuck you in your sleep. But I did jack off on you. Sorry I couldn’t find any tissues to mop up the evidence. You will discover an unpleasantly sticky patch on your lower abdomen.”
“Well, that may be only slightly less horrifying.” I peeked under the sheets at my nearly naked body. I’d pulled on another pair of panties after Chase ripped off the last ones but other than that I wasn’t wearing a thing. Chase grabbed the edge of the sheet and got a good long look.
“You didn’t,” I said, relieved.
“No.” He smiled. “I do have some self control.” He leaned over and set the mug and plate on the floor before getting on top of me, straddling my hips with his powerful thighs. “And I’ve just about exhausted it.”
From the kitchen I heard Creed’s low, grumbling voice and Truly’s cheerful
response. I tried to push Chase off me.
“Come on, we should get up.”
Chase didn’t budge. Instead he pulled his dick out of his underwear. “I am up, sweetheart. Now what are you going to do about it?” He ran his hands over my breasts and I felt my nipples hardening, my breathing quickening.
“Chase,” I said, and the word ended in a moan as he began pushing his thick arousal against me.
“That’s a girl.” He was now grinding lightly, his voice husky. “Fuck, you’re a goddess. With your hair and your sweet face you look like a goddamn pre-Raphaelite painting.”
I was having trouble thinking. I didn’t know what he was talking about anyway. “What’s that?”
Chase tugged on my panties. “Never mind right now. You just tell me what I want to hear and I’ll make you come. I want you to know how good it is first thing in the morning.” He pulled my panties the rest of the way down and got between my legs.
“Wait,” I whispered, more than ready for him, “we don’t have anything, remember?”
Chase fumbled in the sheets and triumphantly held up a small object. “Now we do.”
“What’d you do, go beg your brother for a condom?”
“Hell no. He was still snoring away and would have told me to fuck off. I asked Truly.” Chase frowned at me as he tore open the condom wrapper. “You’re not doing what I told you to do, Steph.”
I was practically quivering as he eased himself inside my body. “Chase, I don’t know what you want to hear.”
Chase could go from laughter to full intensity in a heartbeat. He hovered over me and grabbed me behind the neck so that I had to meet his gaze. “Yes you do.” He pushed into me so hard I gasped and clutched his shoulders. “Say it.” He thrust again. “Say it, Stephanie.”
I knew Truly and Creed were just on the other side of the door in the kitchen so I spoke in a whisper.