Played

by Colleen Charles

  Chase nibbled my lower lip, sucking on the skin until I squirmed at his touch. Wanting to escape. Wanting to crawl inside him. I’d never imagined it could feel like this – every inch of my body, every nerve, every cell enraptured and aroused. Swarms of erotic, passionate energy flowed through my veins as my mind focused on Chase. Opening my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked in his eyes. Searching. Trusting.

  Falling.

  “Take me,” I whispered. “Take me to bed, Chase. Make me yours.”

  Chase scooped me up in his arms and rose to his feet as if I were weightless. He carried me, cradled against his chest, out of the living room and down the hall. I blushed, a hot inferno of rosy red energy as we slipped into his bedroom. Chase deposited me on the bed with care. I stared underneath lids hooded with my desire as he tugged off his jacket and threw it to the floor before lighting a scented candle on the nightstand. He poured some oil into a small bowl and propped it above one of the candles. Soon, the whole room filled with the intoxicating, delicious scent of sandalwood.

  Sexy. Just like the man.

  My heart drummed in my chest, and a trace of my nerves returned as I watched Chase move around the room all grace and ease. He’d done this before. Many times. I shook my head to eradicate the disheartening thought. Stop it, Chastity. Just for this one, perfect night, he belongs to you. Body and soul. Well, maybe only the body, but I could pretend about the soul part. He tapped his finger on a Bose sound system, and I heard a small click, followed by the sensual opening of a classical guitar piece.

  “To relax you,” Chase whispered. The strains of the haunting melody did nothing to calm my raging nerves. He looked like he wanted to devour me. “Come here, woman.”

  I scooted down to the edge of the bed and got onto my hands and knees, crawling toward him. His shirt looked so crisp and white in the candlelight, like he was the star of a vision or a dream and not made of flesh and blood. But this is too good to be a dream, I thought as I stroked my hands down the soft cotton. As I began to fumble with the buttons, I looked into Chase’s eyes. His expression stayed calm, serious, like I could trust him to hold space for me. The fire remained, just behind the steadfastness as I pulled the fabric away from his body and laid it on the side of the bed. With a growl, Chase threw his shirt onto the floor.

  He laid a powerful hand at the center of my chest and pushed me backwards on the bed, then crawled on top of me. His skin felt like hot silk pressed against my body, and his muscular arms cradled me, making me feel safe and protected. As our lips met, sparks flew between our bodies. I could practically see them floating around us like little golden particles in the air. Moaning softly, I arched my back and buried my head in the pillows.

  Chase slipped a hand under my back and crushed my body to his. His other hand trailed up my thighs, pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist. I didn’t even think about pushing him away. It felt completely natural, completely right to be practically naked under this gorgeous Greek god of a man. Chase nudged my head up and planted a scorching line of kisses down my neck as he slid down my body. He nipped at the delicate skin around my collarbone, and I cried out with pleasure as his hands slid under the tight fabric of my dress, pushing it up to my neck.

  “May I remove your dress?” Chase whispered in my ear.

  He’s asking? Damn it, I am so gone.

  Long gone.

  I gave a slight jerk of my head, words impossible, and Chase pulled the material over my head. He tossed it to the floor to join his crisp, white shirt. A sexy contrast of dark and light together on the plush carpet. When he ran his hand down my breasts, I shuddered. My nipples sprang to life at his touch through the delicate black lace and stiffened into nubs so erect I relished the painful ache. Slipping a hand behind my back, Chase unclasped the bra, then eased the lace away from my body.

  He reared back and hissed in a breath. My clamped eyes kept me from enjoying his expression. I wanted to open them. I did. I just…couldn’t. Not quite yet.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  I blushed, embarrassed again because I knew my skin was in the process of turning red when I wanted it to remain a sexy, ethereal white. “I’m not.”

  “You are,” Chase growled. “End of discussion. And don’t ever argue with me about it again.”

  I groaned, a low, guttural sound from somewhere deep inside my heated body, when his lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked. Heavenly sensations zipped up my spine to infiltrate my brain. All I could manage to do was arch my back and spread my legs under Chase’s body. Between my legs was a slippery, throbbing mass of nerve endings and I wanted him to touch me there so badly I thought I would die if he denied me again.

  He slid his hand between our bodies and rested his palm against the heat of my lacy panties. The pressure from his hand stimulated me, just a little, and the ache of waiting was almost worse than not being touched at all. Moaning and wriggling, I ground my body close to Chase’s, reached for what I knew I needed and rubbed myself against his hand.

  Chase’s breath came in small pants when he pulled his mouth away from my turgid nipples. The music had changed to Ravel, and the smell of sandalwood and the mingled sweat of our bodies filled the room with a sensual musk. Chase sat up, and I reached forward, fumbling with the silky material of his trousers and tugging them down his hips. They snagged on his erection, and I cried out in surprise when I saw the size of his cock straining the front of his black boxer briefs. He was huge. I wondered if I would be able to take him all.

  I traced my fingers down Chase’s rock-hard abs until I got to the waistband of his briefs. Chase licked his lips, his body straining at my touch. I grinned – there was something inherently powerful about knowing he experienced pleasure at my naïve hand. When I pulled my hand away, Chase growled in frustration. He reached down and grabbed my wrist, sliding my fingers over the hard bulge at the fork of his legs.

  “Touch me. Right now.”

  When I felt the girth of Chase’s cock under my hand, I trembled. What if I touched him wrong? What if I hurt him? He growled in response and shoved his hips against my hand. Chase reached down and slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs and slipping each foot out of the soaked material. I blushed as the smell of my arousal filled the room. When Chase ran his fingers up my thighs and pushed my legs apart, slowly lowering himself down onto the bed until he was eye-level with my pussy. The feeling of being completely and totally exposed while he stared drove me wild, and I covered my eyes with my arm against the sensual assault as I felt Chase’s hot breath on my damp, sensitive skin.

  “Chastity,” Chase groaned. “I want eye contact. Look at me.” He tugged my hand away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him. “I want you soft for my cock. For that to happen, you have to come at least once.”

  I bit my lip and nodded.

  Chase kept his eyes on me as he licked over my slick folds, then I clamped my eyes shut as the pleasure shot through to every cell. My body felt like an inferno of need and want. A human fireball of sensation heading straight to my clit. But he hadn’t licked me there yet. I bit the fleshy part of my lower lip to keep from begging. My first orgasm at the mouth of a man. Coming. Right. Fucking Now.

  Please, Chase, lick me where I need it.

  My eyes fell closed. He stopped, and I felt his breath so I arched my pussy up toward his waiting mouth. He flicked my clit with his tongue, then sucked it into his hot mouth. One finger slipped into me just the tiniest bit, stroked over a place that had my hips bucking. I cried his name and threaded my fingers through that glorious mane of thick hair. I tugged him closer, ensuring that he wouldn’t stop until I came.

  He sucked my clit again, and I thought I would die.

  “Come, Chastity. Right now.”

  At his command, my body had no choice but to comply and the orgasm hit me so hard, I had no voice, no will. My pussy contracted, clamping down on his fingers as the pleasure rocketed through me so f
iercely I saw stars.

  Leaving me no time to recover, Chase scooted to the edge of the bed and dug in the nightstand, coming up with a gold foil-wrapped condom. I finally opened my eyes, head still spinning. My mouth went dry as I watched him tug his boxer briefs down and throw them to the side. Naked, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His skin was a uniform golden glow that could only come from tanning year-round, and his cock stood up straight in the air. I could see blue veins on the side, practically throbbing with the lust that flowed easily between our bodies. He was so big, and I was scared. I couldn’t imagine how we could fit together without it hurting.

  Ripping the packet open with his teeth, Chase pulled the condom out and unrolled it along his cock. Watching him stroke himself sent a new pang of desire through my body and I reached down and put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him close. The duvet under my naked back felt like silk, and I nestled into the soft bed as Chase crawled between my legs. He reached down and steadied himself against my hip, pushing the head of his cock against the entrance to my soaked womanhood.

  It didn’t exactly hurt, but I felt a thick pressure. I let out a small yelp of discomfort and shifted on the bed, spreading my legs wider and sliding further under Chase’s frame. He met my gaze with his own.

  “This might hurt, just a little,” Chase whispered.

  He leaned down and kissed me, licking the salt from my lips, chasing away any thoughts of pain to leave pleasure in their wake. I nodded, and Chase pushed my damp hair out of my face, kissing my cheeks and forehead as he strained against me. Finally, the pressure gave and a sharp pain, almost like a knife, hit me between the legs. I tensed my body and dug my fingernails into Chase’s shoulders.

  For a moment, he stayed inside of me, not moving. The only indication of his own frustration was the corded muscles in his neck and the veins popping out as he held himself still.

  “Are you still in pain?”

  I gave a little shake of my head and opened my eyes to gaze into his. “No,” I whispered. “I’m fine.”

  Chase pulled out of me, then slid back in at a torturous, slow pace. I moaned – the pain was already starting to melt into something warm and pleasurable. Exquisite. I felt like someone was gripping me between the legs, and I moaned and shifted. Every time Chase buried himself to the hilt, I felt his pubic bone grazing my clit. It only took a few minutes of thrusting until all memories of pain had floated away. I felt full. Safe. Protected.

  Claimed.

  As my lungs began to ache, I realized I held my breath, and when I sucked in new gulps of air, it felt cool and relaxing inside of my chest.

  I traced my hands down Chase’s body as he began bucking his hips against me a little faster. Any temporary discomfort had vanished, and now I leaned into his thrusts, opening myself as much as I could to Chase’s ministrations. My body flamed with sensations as Chase’s cock filled every inch of my pussy. The muscles in my lower belly clenched and I let out a loud moan as Chase rammed against my body. My hard and swollen clit hit his cock with every thrust, and I groaned low in my throat, shoving my body against Chase’s, desperate for more pleasure.

  Chase grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one of his hands. My body stretched beneath his and I closed my eyes and moaned softly as he lowered his head to my breasts. Chase’s teeth against my nipple sent a shock of delight through my body, and I couldn’t stop the pleasure-filled gasp that flew from my lips as he bit down.

  A fine sheen of perspiration covered Chase’s chest. As he fucked me, warm droplets of salty water fell and landed on my body. I moaned softly, shifting underneath him, wishing I could lick the moisture from his body. But he hadn’t let go of my hands. I could do nothing but submit to his every want. Not being able to move my arms drove me wild, but I wanted more. I wanted Chase to fuck me forever, to never stop, to keep going until we burned ablaze with our joining. Chase let go of my hands only long enough to move his fingers between our heated bodies and circle my engorged clit with his thumb.

  “Yes,” I shrieked as something delicious clenched in my lower belly. The sensations grew sharper and more intense, and I held my breath, bucking my body against Chase’s, wanting even more. God, he was so huge, and I felt so full. So complete. Gritting my teeth, I arched my back and finally brought my hands down, wrapping them around his neck and pulling his face toward mine. My eyes were screwed shut, and I could hear myself wailing with pleasure, but I didn’t even care how ridiculous I looked. It felt so good, so earth-stoppingly good that I couldn’t even breathe.

  As the powerful orgasm exploded inside of my body, I writhed and panted, smearing my own sweat all over Chase’s chest. He let out a grunt and dug his fingers into my hips, penetrating me with his massive cock. Chase bucked and gasped and threw his head back toward the ceiling. He let out a wild cry and then his cock pulsed and twitched inside of me.

  The symphony coming from the sound system couldn’t even begin to rival the one that had just erupted in crescendo as it ripped through my body. Chase panted and lowered himself to the bed, taking me with him. As I lay atop his heaving body still joined to him, I giggled. I couldn’t help it. It just came out. My first time. And it had been incredible.

  Perfect.

  Chase exhaled on a sigh. He pulled out of me, slid the condom off, and threw it to the side, then drew me close until I lay curled up next to him on the bed. My skin felt hot and sweaty, just like his, but I didn’t care. The afterglow, the intense sensation of love and desire that kept washing over me in huge tsunami waves, was too powerful.

  “What’s so funny?” Chase propped himself up on his elbows.

  I licked my lips and smiled at him. “It’s just…if I’d known it was going to be that good, I would’ve had sex a long time ago,” I said and then blushed so red I could feel my already flaming cheeks heat again. “But I’m glad I waited for you.”

  “It wouldn’t have been that good with anyone else.” A cocky grin stretched itself across Chase’s handsome mug. “But I’m glad you waited too. I’m really fucking glad.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chastity

  The next morning, Chase tried to tempt me into having breakfast with him at one of those little trendy bistros where a thimbleful of cocktail is over twenty bucks, and they don’t serve anything that isn’t gluten free.

  “Can’t we go outside instead?” I stretched and walked over to the window, completely nude. My deflowering had turned me into a saucy little minx, and I felt more comfortable in my skin than ever before. An expensive black telescope stood perched in the middle of Chase’s bay window, and I lowered my eye to the viewer. “I can’t ever see anything through these things,” I complained. “It always just looks like a fuzzy grey blob.”

  Chase snorted. “That’s because the lens cap is on,” he teased.

  I blushed and snorted too. “Oh, well, duh. I mean, I knew that.”

  “Well, how about a run?” Chase flexed and bent over to touch his toes. I admired the sculpted flanks of his body, letting my eyes hang on the perfect globes of his ass. What a catch, I thought as I watched the sun reflect off his golden skin. I can’t believe he wanted to spend a night with me. Grantham Banks must not realize he’s a golden Greek God masquerading as the village idiot.

  “Definitely not,” I said with a chuckle. “I hate running.” I frowned. “And I really should study. I’ve paid like, less than zero attention to my classes so far this year. I’m on a scholarship, and I’m close to graduating. Now is not the time to get…distracted.”

  I said that last part as I eyed his groin. Chase chuckled – a deep, rumbling sound. It was pleasant, almost like hearing a tomcat purring.

  “Well, how about this? We pack a little picnic from last night’s dinner, go to Central Park and have brunch there. Then, I can run, and you can study. Sounds like the perfect compromise.” He winked at me. “That is, if you’re not too busy studying this,” he added, gesturing to his perfect set of washboard abs.<
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  I blushed harder than ever. “That sounds perfect.”

  Half an hour later, I lay reclining on a Pendleton blanket in the middle of Sheep Meadow. The sun felt blissful and warm, and I closed my eyes as it peeked out from behind a cloud. I’d barely gotten any work done. Staring at Chase had proved to be too distracting after all, and the cold but still scrumptious leftovers from Daniel were the perfect start to my day. I could stay here forever, I thought as I rolled over onto my side and covered my eyes with the crook of my arm. What a perfect, perfect day. How did Chastity Sexe get so damn lucky? An angel must be sitting on my shoulder. I hope she doesn’t fly away anytime soon.

  “Oh, my god, Chastity? Is that you?”

  My lids fluttered open as I sat up, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. When I saw Angela bounding toward me, I grinned and stood up.

  “Hey!” She ran closer and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

  “What are you doing here?”

  I laughed. “I’m…well, I’m supposed to be studying.” I cast a guilty glance down at the textbooks on the blanket. “But you can probably tell that I haven’t gotten very much done. What about you?”

  Angela stared at my chest. I blushed when I looked down and remembered what I’d slipped into before leaving Chase’s penthouse – a vintage sweatshirt of his that read ‘AMS.’ He’d told me that it was his favorite, something he’d bought back when he was living in Amsterdam. After he told the story with a wink and gesture about smoking too much weed, I’d had to indulge my traveling abroad fantasies by wearing it myself. I didn’t even have a passport.

  “Oh, um, it belongs to a friend,” I said and chewed on my lip.

  “Who?” Angela smiled. “A boyfriend?”

  I blushed. “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “We’re not in a position to label it yet since it’s so new. So, how’s your weekend so far?”