Could she do it, swearing during sex? Yeah, she'd do just about anything for him. He was so bad for her, breaking down all her inhibitions, rewriting her moral code, and flat-lining her oversensitive observation of decency.
"Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me hard.” When she said it, rivers of heat washed through her body, and she laughed as her orgasm overcame her.
He pulled his fingers out of her spasming channel, kept up the rhythm on her clit, and plunged his cock into her cunt, jolting her, and sending intense ripples of pleasure through her whole body. He filled her completely, then pulled out and rammed in again, plunging her down deep, under waves that rolled her, and shook her body, shook her soul.
He gritted his teeth. “Baby, you're so tight. How the hell am I going to hold off...?” Then he cried out as the contractions of her pussy walls clenched him and he rode the wave with her, jackhammering into her core as he came.
When he collapsed on her, she thought he'd passed out. But he slowly rolled to the side, then onto his back, bringing her with him, and he snuggled her up against his chest.
"Awe, baby, I'm usually not that quick on the draw."
She smiled, loving the fact that she made him lose control. “I only got to stick my heel into you once."
Laughing, he kissed her forehead. “We'll give you another chance. In about ten minutes we'll try it again, and this time, you get to drive."
Chase couldn't stop himself from thinking about the day after tomorrow, after she'd gone. She'd be back in South Dakota, and he'd be stuck here doing retakes for God knew how long. Followed by his traveling all over the country doing talk shows promoting his CD release and U.S. tour.
Holding her closer, he almost asked her to stay with him in L.A. But she had to get back. Her next book was ready for edits, and she was teaching some kind of night course on writing.
How could he let her go?
She slid a leg up his thigh, touching her knee on his balls, softly massaging them in circles, driving him insane. He responded instantly, and when she slid her knee higher, she ran into the hard post of his cock.
She bit his nipple with her lips, then said, “It's been ten minutes."
A flare of heat pulsed more blood into his shaft, and he grasped her hair and tipped her head up. “I've been ready for nine. I was waiting for you.” He slanted his mouth over hers, reveling in the softness, the swollen fullness of her lips. He slipped his tongue past her teeth and drew her tongue into his mouth.
She explored his cheeks, and the insides of his lips before ending the kiss. Sliding her body on top of his, she pinned his arms above his head. Then she pulled her knees up and sat on his belly. “You said...” She bit her lower lip. “You said I could drive this time."
Every inch of his body tingled as he imagined her dominating him. And where her soft, wet pussy pressed onto his abs, his skin heated and trembled. “Do whatever you want to me, baby."
"I've had this recurring fantasy, Chase.” She swung a leg over, dismounting.
"Hey!” he grumbled and reached for her.
"I'll be right back.” Her smile grew wicked, and he would keep that picture of her in his brain always. She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a silk scarf. Oh, yeah, two of them.
"What are you up to, Reno?” His voice rumbled low and needy.
"I'm going to tie you up.” She gestured to the four-poster headboard. “Move up."
He complied, crab-walking up to the top of the bed. “Can I...trust you?” he growled.
She smiled that naughty grin again, wrapped one scarf around both his wrists, and tied it to the bedpost. “You'll just have to see.” Then she snapped the scarf between her hands. “Oh, wait, I guess you won't be able to.” She fastened the scarf over his eyes and tied it behind his head. “I've wanted to do this to you for four months.” She kissed him gently.
"Damn, why did we waste all this time?” He wasn't expecting an answer, but she stopped moving for a minute, and took a deep breath.
"I don't know.” She kissed slowly along his jaw, over his Adam's apple, down his chest to his belly. “I guess I wasn't sure until today,” she said between feather-light brushes of her lips.
His skin quivered where she kissed. “Last night in my trailer, you almost gave in."
At his hips, she nibbled his skin. “I did. But I wasn't ready, and look at how horribly that turned out. But right now...” She kissed the tip of his cock. “I'm completely committed."
He shouted as she licked his head, around the bulb, then down the vein on the bottom. “Oh, yeah."
Her tongue went lower, sliding onto his balls, and she licked and kissed softly, just a whisper of a touch, but with the blindfold, and his arms tied, it magnified the pleasure.
Then she was gone.
He heard a sound, then felt her touch his cock. She rolled on a condom. He smiled. This was getting good.
The bed jiggled and he waited, every nerve on edge.
Then her knees pressed against the outside of his thighs, her feet at his ribs. She faced his feet—one of his favorite positions. But any position with Reno was outstanding. When her hand grabbed his shaft, his hips jerked reflexively, wanting more. “Reno."
She whispered, “Easy, cowboy,” and touched his engorged head to the heat of her pussy, sliding back and forth over him, her breath becoming uneven, and her grip on him tightening.
"Take it all, cowgirl,” his voice rumbled low.
She guided his shaft to her slit, gently slid in just an inch, her tight cunt adjusting to fit his girth. Then she dropped, her body taking all of him in one powerful plunge.
She cried out, “Uh, Chase."
It killed him to hold still, but he waited for her, let her lead.
Then she stroked him with her canal. Slowly, rocking her hips, circling her pelvis, her perfectly rounded ass brushed his abs as she performed her mating dance.
Fighting the urge to pump up into her, he stayed still and let her do what she wanted to him. Allowed her to set the pace.
Her hands caressed his thighs in rhythm, the touch sending chills through his body, while his blood heated and pooled in his hips and legs.
Then she changed it up, sliding her hands down to his ankles and tipping her body so his cock pointed down. The new sensation rocked him, and he almost lost it. But he took deep breaths and concentrated on holding back.
The tight glove of her pussy rode torturously slick up and down, gliding him nearly out of her hot slit, then all the way back in.
"Oh, God,” she cried, her own orgasm taking her as his cock tickled her G-spot. “Chase, come with me..."
He had to obey, his balls crowded close to his body, preparing to come. His cock swelled and pulsed, and his grip on the bonds tightened.
She reached competent fingers and grasped his balls, tugging, hurtling his orgasm into another dimension. His hips bucked as he poured his cum into the condom, desperation at not being able to touch her made the experience dark, slow, and rolling, his mind taking him to heaven, then forcing him to shut off completely.
After a minute, she slid off him and dealt with the condom. She slithered up his body and untied his hands then took the scarf from his eyes. He turned his muddled head toward her and searched out her mouth for a kiss. “Incredible. You're amazing."
She cuddled closer and pulled the blankets over them. “That was my fantasy come true."
He chuckled. “Why the blindfold?"
He felt her shrug. “Anonymity, I guess?"
"You were someone else?"
"Maybe. I'm big into privacy lately."
"Hmm. Why lately?"
"Oh, jeez. Long story, ex-boyfriend."
"Just so it's nothing I did.” Other than get her picture on the front page of a tabloid with him leaning in, about to kiss her. But he'd find a more appropriate time to show her that piece of shit.
She laughed. “No. You're safe."
"Thank God."
He reached over and shut off the light, wrapped his
arms around her, and smiled like a fool. This was where he wanted to be. This was his future.
Reno's eyes popped open. The clock radio showed they'd slept two hours. And hadn't moved an inch. She peeled her cheek off his chest, kissed his pecs gently, then eased off the bed and snuck into the bathroom.
When she came out, he was awake, the light on, his hands up under his head, his sculpted muscles displayed for her. “Hi,” he said, his eyes heavy lidded, his full lips curved in a sexy grin.
"Hi.” She slid in next to him, put her hand on his chest, and perched her chin on it. Looking into his deep blue eyes, she got lost in their depths. “What are you thinking?"
"Mmm. I can't decide which view I like better, you walking into the bathroom, or back out. You're sexy all over, woman."
She grinned. “But do you have a favorite part?"
His eyebrows lifted. “You're asking me to choose?"
She nodded. “What's your fantasy?"
"Ah, damn, I have so many. You've hit about four of them already."
"Something...different. I want to give you everything you've been dreaming of.” This one night. Because she didn't know for sure they'd ever have another. God, she hated that sliver of doubt lurking under her happiness. Couldn't she just accept what they had today? And if it was meant to last, it would.
His brows drew together. “Reno.” His hands came out from under his head and skimmed down her back, then up her ribs to rest on the sides of her breasts. “I've been havin’ some sinful thoughts since I saw your amazing breasts last night. My turn to indulge a fantasy?"
"Sinful sounds like fun.” She bit her lip and arched up to give him better access.
He took hold of her breasts, flicking a finger over each sensitive nipple. “I can't get enough of these beauties."
Shocks of pleasure tingled from her breasts to low in her belly. “Whatever you want, Chase.” Her voice was breathy, and her imagination ran free.
"Lay on your back, your head on the corner of the bed.” He got them moving, helped her position herself just right, then he stood next to the bed.
Looking upside down at him, she watched him pull a small vial out of his kit. He shook it and held it up to the light. “Should be enough."
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"
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Chapter Seven
Chase smiled. “Uh huh.” His hard shaft wagged in front of Reno's face. “I'm going to lube up and slide between your sweet tits."
She looked down at the deep valley between the girls. She hadn't done this before, and a sudden spurt of nervousness shook her. But it disappeared at the thought of Chase pumping between her breasts, getting off on her, shooting his cum onto her stomach. She put her hands on the outsides of her tits, pushing them together to create a tight space. “Like this?"
He groaned, “Perfect,” then squirted lube onto his palm and rubbed it on his stiff cock. “I'm going to stand over you.” As his thighs hit the side of the bed, she shimmied up so her head sat just on the edge of the mattress, and he had an easy shot at her cleavage.
"That's it, baby.” He slid his shiny rod into the slit she'd created. “Fucking perfect."
She grinned at his language. Now that she'd let loose with cursing during sex, it felt almost natural.
He started slowly, moving in and out at a decadent pace, alternately groaning, then breathing heavily. A shiver skittered through his body and his flesh puckered with goose bumps.
Against her skin, his hot, slippery cock slid like satin, the ridge around his mushroom-shaped head tickling as it rubbed her.
His balls dangled in front of her nose and she snaked her tongue out and licked him each time he withdrew himself, tasting the salt of his skin, exploring the ridges covered with hair, and the silky-smooth bare spots.
"Yeah, Reno. Suck those bad boys."
She got busy and took one, then the other into her mouth, loving the powerful position. Breathing through her nose, she caught the clean scent of soap mixed with the musky scent of him.
His fingertips brushed her wrists, then he cupped his hands over hers and together they held her breasts at the perfect angle for his penetration. He slid his fingers to her areolas and traced them until her nipples hardened and anticipation had her tensing.
As his thrusts became urgent, her tongue teased and laved his sac. The sensation of his slippery cock driving through the valley of her breasts proved nearly orgasmic for her.
When his fingers caught her nipples, and tugged, twisted, and tickled them, she pressed her thighs together as her pussy throbbed and creamed.
He plopped his hands on the bed, bracing himself up and she could see his face as his head hung down from his broad shoulders. His eyes were closed and muscles tense, then his mouth opened at the same time his balls tightened.
Her tongue worked overtime, lapping and kissing, and when he came, she felt a powerful rush of hot semen burst onto her belly.
Chase cried out and arched his back, throwing his head up, his body trembling with the power of his release. After a minute, the bed dipped as he collapsed beside her, opposite her, and groaned sluggishly.
Running a hand over his thigh, she sighed, very pleased with herself. It took a lot to make such a powerful man weak and tired.
His arm moved, flopping over and landing on her knee. “Baby, that was good,” he said in a quiet voice. And his breaths became slow and regular. Asleep.
After a few minutes, she carefully extricated herself and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Flipping the switch, her eyes squinted against the bright light. Gazing at her reflection, she smiled through lips kissed into implant proportions by her lover.
The space between her nipples glistened, and lower, Chase's creamy sperm formed an opaque river slowly running down her body. God, that had been sexy, watching him use her tits as a sexual outlet. Something new for her, but then, everything about Chase was new for her.
Feeling this intensely about a man was something she'd never experienced. Was it her fault? Had she held back before? No, other men she'd dated hadn't touched her soul the way Chase did. She'd tried her old tricks with him, tried to hold herself back, but there was something inevitable happening. He'd busted through her roadblocks and parked himself smack in the middle of her heart.
Reno laughed softly as she turned on the shower. “I have to be pretty damn tired to come up with that cheesy metaphor.” When the water heated, she stepped in. The pulsing flow washed everything away and she soaped and rinsed, then, as long as she was in the shower, she shampooed her hair and scrubbed off her makeup.
When she finished, she just stood there, letting the solitude of the falling water lull her as she replayed the last few hours with Chase. He promised her all night, and it wasn't morning yet. She yawned. She had a full day ahead, and she should get some sleep. But she didn't want to waste a minute of this precious time with him.
The shower door snapped open. “May I join you?” His deep voice echoed in the tile room.
She loved that he had the same drive to make every minute count. Turning, she smiled and crooked a finger. “Get in here."
He jumped in and pulled her against him for a soul-melting kiss. His hands ran over her slick skin, and within seconds, his cock pressed hard and ready against her belly.
"How did you like that last position?” he asked.
"Mmm.” She whispered, “Nice. I loved being able to concentrate on...these.” She brushed soft caresses over his balls.
As he splayed his hands over her butt cheeks, he growled, “You are amazing, Reno. I can't get enough of every sexy inch of you."
She laughed. “Those are song lyrics."
He nodded. “Yeah, when I wrote them, I didn't even know you. Now, they fit perfectly. You fit perfectly."
Her face warmed at the compliment. “You wrote that song?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just
wondering if that's what you really prefer. A big bottomed woman."
A deep laugh rumbled out of his chest. “Oh, yeah. Yours is absolutely booty-licious.” He grasped her bottom tighter, easing her against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
Fire burned through her at the slippery touch of his skin, her nipples on his chest hair, his shaft against her mound. “I need...” she said on an exhale.
He released her, turned her around, and kissed her shoulder. “I know what you need. Bend over, baby."
She dropped forward, bracing her hands on the wall, loving being dominated.
He eased his feet between hers and urged her to spread her legs. The warm water sluiced down her back and over her bottom, and she couldn't wait for his hands to return and touch her in the sensitive place where a rivulet of water flowed. Over her puckered hole, across her swollen pussy lips, and down the inside of her thighs.
She heard the snap of latex as he put on a condom.
Then he gripped her hips. “Feel this?” He thrust the tip of his cock against her wet folds. “Is this what you need?"
"Ah, Chase, yes. I want to feel you inside me.” Her pussy overheated and quivered. She looked back over her shoulder, barely able to keep her eyes open. Chase's muscled arms and contoured torso tensed, sleek with drops of water, and his brows furrowed as he stared at the spot where his head touched her needy cunt.
When his gaze shot to hers, she cried, “Fuck me."
He groaned and grabbed his stiff rod, rubbing his head up and down her slick pussy, the friction increasing her desperation, and she whined her eagerness. Finally, he pushed his shaft home, his first thrust so deep he bumped her cervix. His voice choked, “Reno. My woman."
She was filled, totally, blissfully, full of him. Shockwaves of pleasure radiated from her cunt with each manic thrust. She was close, so close. Her head dropped forward and her eyes closed as she reached for climax.
As his thrusting slowed, he slid a finger across her ass into the crack. “Do you like to be touched here?” He softly brushed her anus.
For a moment, she tested the unexpected thrill. Different than on her clit or in her pussy, this touch echoed deep inside, and her body wanted more, needed to explore the new delight. But a trip of panic drove her back from the edge of orgasm.
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