by Susan Stoker
Thank God.
She opened her eyes when Chase pulled back and she felt his hands at her waist. He was sitting astride her, gently easing the shirt up her belly. She didn’t feel one second of angst about her position, even though Jonathan had held her on her back while he’d hurt her. She lifted her arms to assist Chase with her shirt and didn’t watch where it went when he threw it off the side of the bed.
His eyes were glued to her chest and there was a slight frown on his face.
She glanced down to see what he was looking at and didn’t see anything but her own skin. But she remembered the marks that had been there from the brutal way Jonathan had handled her. They’d lasted for a couple of weeks and had only recently faded away.
She brought her hands up to cover herself, but Chase caught them in his own. He kissed both palms then said, “Don’t hide from me, Sparky. Don’t ever hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
Then he blew her mind.
As if he knew exactly where the bruises had been, he leaned over and kissed the phantom marks. He laved her, as if his saliva had the power to further heal her wounds. When he was done, he moved down farther and laid his cheek on her belly. His elbows were cocked out, his hands covering the sides of her tits, his thumbs gently caressing her rock-hard nipples.
She would’ve thought he was asleep if it wasn’t for the movement of his fingers.
“Chase?” she asked after he didn’t move for almost a minute. “Is your arm all right? Does it hurt?”
“My arm is fine. I just need a minute,” he said softly.
“You okay?” Sadie insisted, worried about him now.
“I want to fucking kill him,” Chase said in a low, even tone.
Sadie blinked. Wow. He felt boneless on her, not tense, not even upset. But his words communicated that he was as agitated as she’d ever heard him. She ran her hands over his head, ruffling his brown hair. She loved the feel of him.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
She felt Chase take a deep breath, felt the warm air against the sensitive skin of her belly as he exhaled, then he lifted his head. “I will never hurt you, Sadie. Never.”
“I know.”
His hands began to move again, kneading and caressing her body. Before long, she was shifting under him, impatient for him to move things forward. “Chase… I need…” Her words trailed off as he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled her gently.
He let go with a popping sound and grinned. “You need what, Sparky? What do you need?”
“You. Naked,” she gasped out.
Chase moved until he was kneeling over her, then reached behind his head and grabbed the material of his shirt. He pulled it up and over his head in one smooth movement, tossing it aside when it was off.
Sadie’s eyes roamed down his body. He was built. Not as well built as some of the men she’d seen, but to her, he was perfect. He had a slight smattering of dark hair on his chest that tapered down to his happy trail. It led into the waistband of his boxers.
When her eyes went lower, she saw exactly how excited he was to be with her. The bulge in his boxers was so impressive, she figured if he moved in just the right way, his cock would pop out of the slit in the front of the material. Just thinking about what it would look like made her smile.
“Hey, my face is up here,” he teased, putting a finger under her chin and forcing her head up so she had to look him in the eyes.
Sadie chuckled and kept her eyes on his even as her hands moved to his body. She ran them up his thighs, skipping over his cock, up his belly to his pecs. She dug her fingers into his skin and smiled wider when he gasped. Then she reversed her movements, running her palms over his chest hair, down to the beautiful V muscles, and back to his thighs. She did it again, running her hands all the way up his body, then back down.
Throughout it all, they stared at each other and Chase didn’t move, letting her explore.
When her hands started up his body for the third time, he finally caught them in his own and leaned over, holding her arms over her head by the wrists.
“You told me everything, didn’t you?” Chase asked in a low voice.
“Everything?”
“Yeah. You didn’t forget to tell me he thrust his hand down your pants or that he forced himself on you after all, right?”
“No, I didn’t forget, because he didn’t. I didn’t let him get that far.” Sadie wanted to get pissed, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel it when Chase was looking at her the way he was. “I might have let him touch my boobs, but there’s no way I would’ve let him go any further.”
“I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t have any flashbacks or bad moments when I continue my exploration of your beautiful body.”
“I know it’s you touching me, Chase. I want you to touch me.”
Chase groaned. He let go of her hands and eased his way down her body until he was lying between her thighs. He slipped his fingers under the sides of her black cotton panties and, without fuss or fanfare, pulled them down her legs.
Sadie helped to kick them off and promptly forgot about them when she felt Chase’s fingers brush over the short curls.
“Fuck. This is so fucking sexy,” he said.
Sadie saw he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “What?”
“This. Your red hair here. It’s the exact shade as on your head.”
Sadie rolled her eyes but didn’t disturb Chase as he examined her. When several seconds went by and he hadn’t moved on, she asked, “You gonna get on with it anytime soon there, Chase? Or do I need to pleasure myself?” She snaked a hand down her belly to her clit.
Chase caught her wrist and finally looked up. “As much as I would love to see that, Sparky, I’m gonna take a rain check. I’ve got to taste you.” And with that, he settled himself back between her legs and lowered his head.
Sadie jolted at the first touch of his tongue then moaned at the second. His hand came up and he separated her folds and ran the tip of his tongue between them. Groaning, he did it again. And again.
Then he shifted, balanced himself on his elbows, brought his other hand up to hold her open for his mouth, and began to feast. That was the only word she could think of to describe what he was doing to her.
It was amazing and overwhelming at the same time. Sadie wasn’t a virgin; she’d been with men before, but this… No one had made her feel the way Chase did. It wasn’t his technique, per se—it was the enthusiasm he was using. He wasn’t half-heartedly licking her until he felt he’d done it long enough and could get on with fucking her—no, he was devouring her.
Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, Chase shifted again. One hand pulled the hood of her clit back so he could have direct access to the small, sensitive nub, and his head dropped.
He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked, hard. Her hips bucked, but he easily held her down as he feasted. Chase’s tongue swirled and licked and she’d never felt anything like it. Instead of closing her eyes and losing herself in his touch, she watched him.
For a long moment, all she saw was the top of his head, but as if he could sense her gaze on him, he tilted his head up and their eyes met. His pupils were dilated and she could see his jaw working as he made love to her with his mouth.
“Chase,” she whispered.
Her thighs shook and her hips were in constant motion now, bucking under him as her orgasm got closer and closer. Just before she went over the edge, she felt a finger from his other hand slowly push into her soaking-wet sheath, his finger curling as he searched for her G-spot. Sadie had only had one G-spot orgasm in the past, and that was with a lot of trial and error with her trusty, specially-shaped vibrator.
As if he had a map of her body and already knew exactly where to find it, Chase’s finger zeroed in on the bumpy spot inside her. He stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves and she jerked, throwing her head back and clutching the sheets at her sides. When he did it again, at the same time sucking hard
on her clit, she lost it.
The strongest, most intense orgasm she’d ever had swept through her body, making her softly cry out and arch her back under Chase. He released the suction on her clit for a moment, but then began to lick it…hard.
“Fuck, Chase,” Sadie cried as her body was forcefully thrown over the cliff once more. She felt his finger moving inside her but it was as if she were having an out-of-body experience. She was there, but she wasn’t.
A sheen of sweat covered her body as she writhed under Chase’s expert hands. When she finally felt as if she could breathe again, she opened her eyes. Chase was crouched over her once more. His boxers were gone and she felt the tip of his cock between her legs. Looking down, she saw that he’d covered himself with a condom while she was recovering and was poised to enter her.
“Sadie?” he asked, waiting for her permission.
In response, Sadie dropped her knees to the sides and opened for him. Her hands ran around his waist to his ass and she gripped him. “Yes.”
As if the one word was all that had been holding him back, Chase was moving the second she uttered it. His hand gripped the base of his dick and he slowly but steadily pressed inside her.
Even though she was soaking wet, she still felt a twinge of discomfort as he pushed into her body.
But Chase didn’t stop until he was in as far as he could go. He moved a hand around to her ass and tugged on one butt cheek, pulling her folds apart a fraction of an inch, and allowing himself one more millimeter of space inside her.
They both sighed at the sensation.
Then he stilled. They stayed frozen like that for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, knowing somehow their lives were forever changed already by the act of him entering her body.
Sadie squirmed under him. The pain had disappeared and, in its wake, she felt full. But she wanted more. Needed more. “Please,” she begged.
“What do you need?” Chase ground out between clenched teeth. “Am I hurting you? I saw you wince but I couldn’t stop. God help me, I couldn’t stop.”
“No!” she cried, closing her knees and hugging his hips, terrified he was going to pull out. “It doesn’t hurt. It was uncomfortable for a second because it’s been a while for me, but please don’t stop.” She squeezed her inner muscles hard, trying to show him without words how he felt inside her.
He groaned. “Fuck, Sparky. You’re going to make me come before I even move inside you. You’re so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t wait. Feeling you around my finger… Hot. Wet. Damn.”
Sadie smiled. He wasn’t using complete sentences, as if he was too flustered to be able to think. “Fuck me, Chase. Make yourself feel good.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt I feel good,” he told her as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside her. Then he ever so slowly pushed inside her once more. “No doubt you feel good around me.”
He made love to her then. With slow, gentle strokes. He felt good, but Sadie knew she’d never get off if he didn’t speed things up. Too shy to tell him what she needed, she moved a hand between her legs and caressed his shaft the next time he pulled out of her body. He groaned and she smiled.
Then she used her wet fingers to caress her clit. She jerked at the first touch, still extremely sensitive from his oral ministrations earlier. But the more she played with herself, the better it felt.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chase said from above her. “How hard can you take it?” he asked.
“As hard as you want to give it to me,” Sadie said. Then she overcame her shyness and told him, “It feels good when you go slow, but I can’t come that way.”
“What do you need?”
“You.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Chase slammed his cock into her body. “Like that?”
“God, yes! More.”
Chase didn’t say anything else, just shifted his hands to her hips to hold her still, and then he started hammering into her body with punishing thrusts. Sadie could feel her boobs bouncing each time he bottomed out inside her, but she didn’t even care. All she could think about was Chase’s hard cock powering into her.
She rubbed her fingers faster over her clit. Chase moved his hands to her inner thighs and pressed hard, opening her up to him. The position felt dirty and carnal, and she’d never been made love to this way before.
Chase’s hands were strong and firm on her body, moving her legs where he wanted them, where he could see everything he was doing to her.
Her finger moved even faster now, and she was so close to coming. “Fuck me,” she murmured again. “I’m almost there.”
Happy he hadn’t pushed her hand away and tried to manipulate her clit himself—she hated when guys thought they knew her body better than she did—Sadie resisted the urge to close her eyes and kept her gaze glued between her legs, where Chase’s cock was pounding into her. His shaft was covered with her excitement and the sounds coming from his thrusts were almost obscene.
The sex was raw. And real. And the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. She roughly fingered her clit and felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. Before she could say a word, it was there. Her whole body shook with the force of her pleasure, enhanced by Chase’s brutal thrusts inside her spasming channel.
Just as she was coming down from the heights of rapture, Chase thrust one more time inside her body and grunted. His head was thrown back, his nipples hard as diamonds on his chest. She could tell he held his breath, and Sadie could actually feel his cock twitching rhythmically with each spurt of come from the tip.
When he was finished, Chase gazed down at her with a look of such adoration on his face, Sadie wanted to cry. She would give anything she owned to have him always look at her that way. Without a word, he leaned to the side, taking her with him. They lay with their legs intertwined and their arms around each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality was probably only a few minutes.
Finally, he lifted his head and kissed her. He tasted musky, like her, but Sadie didn’t care. She had no thoughts about what the next day would bring. No thoughts about what had previously happened with Jonathan. She could only smell, taste, and see Chase.
“Tired?” he asked softly when he’d pulled his lips from hers.
“Mmmm.”
He went to move away from her and Sadie tightened her arms around him. “Where you goin’?”
“I need to take care of this condom, then I was going to check on Fletch.”
“Stay?” she asked. “Just for a while?”
He stared into her eyes for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah, for a little bit. Give me a second.”
She nodded and watched as he pulled back the covers and padded completely naked to the bathroom. His ass was almost as gorgeous as the rest of him. Within moments he was coming back toward her.
He didn’t seem to have an ounce of modesty, as he didn’t try to cover himself up or otherwise hide any part of his naked body from her. He slipped back under the covers and took her into his arms.
Sadie sighed in contentment and snuggled into him, getting comfortable.
“For the record,” Chase said, “I don’t want you to go back up to Dallas. I know that’s where your job is and where your aunt and uncle are, but I don’t think I can go back to sleeping by myself ever again.”
Surprised, Sadie lifted her head. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“I don’t know,” Chase admitted, looking away before bringing his eyes back to hers. “The logical part of my brain says it’s too fast. That I’m talking crazy. We need to get to know each other better before we make that kind of commitment. We’ve basically already lived together for a month, but I was on my best behavior. Once we get comfortable with each other, you might not like that I need to watch the news every morning. That I can’t ever remember to put the seat down on the toilet. That I’ll totally take advantage of you living with me by letting you do the laundry all the time because I hate doing it.
“Chase,” Sadie murmured.
“Shhhhh. Just think about it. We don’t have to make any decisions right this second. But you should absolutely know that this isn’t a fling for me. The second you ran into my arms, freaked way the fuck out but trying hard not to show it—hell, before I even met you, had only seen a picture, I think I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That I wanted you in my life. Under me, over me, next to me. I never believed in love at first sight. Thought my sister was crazy for falling in love with Ghost after a one-night stand. But I get it now.”
Sadie’s stomach churned with his words. “I thought women were supposed to be the ones who wanted more and the guys were always afraid of commitment,” she quipped.
“Apparently, I’m just special,” Chase drawled.
Sadie giggled.
“Sleep,” Chase ordered again. “If I get up, don’t freak. I’m just checking on Fletch and making sure all is well. Okay?”
“Okay. Chase?”
“Yeah, Sparky?”
“I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt that way that night at the school. When you put your arms around me, I finally felt safe. Even when no one could find Jonathan, standing next to you and holding your hand, I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be.”
He didn’t reply verbally but tightened his hold around her.
“Chase?”
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he said, the humor easy to hear in his tone.
“I’m also glad one of your friends survived that mission.”
“Me too, Sadie. Me too.”
“I’d like to meet him someday.”
“I’d like that too. Now hush.”