by S. J. McCoy
She smiled up at him, her hazel eyes dancing. She was beautiful. “Then this time, let me give it to you.” She pulled the sweatshirt off and stood before him in just her jeans and bra. The bra was pretty, a lacy black thing, but it looked old and a little tatty too. Chase closed his eyes and opened them again. Why in the hell was he thinking about the state of her bra when she was busy unfastening it? As she slipped the straps off her shoulders, the sight of her luscious breasts and erect nipples soon made him forget everything else. He closed his hands around them, loving the way they felt, so big and soft. He loved the way they spilled through his fingers, too big for him to hold. Even more, he loved the taut little peaks, so hard beneath his tongue in the midst of all that lush softness. Her hands met in his hair and she whimpered as he sucked. His own hands were automatically unfastening her jeans. He was in a hurry now and soon had her out of them. She tugged at the bottom of his sweatshirt and he allowed her to pull it off.
He pulled her against him, loving the feel of her big soft breasts squashed against his chest. He caught his hands in her hair and kissed her. Her mouth was hot and wet, the kiss made him ache to be inside her. She broke away and took his hand.
“Which way is the bedroom?”
He led her through to a bedroom that looked out onto the lake. She looked at the king-sized bed then smiled up at him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she nipped his bottom lip then sucked it into her mouth. Chase groaned as his cock strained behind his zipper, hoping for the same kind of attention. She backed him towards the bed and smiled down at him when he hit his legs against it and lay on his back looking up at her. She kissed his chest while she unzipped him. He groaned again when she pulled his jeans and boxers down over his hips and closed both hands around him with a smile.
Her eyes challenged him as she gripped him firmly and moved both hands together, up and down the length of him. Chase closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Damn! She knew what she was doing. His eyes flew open again as her hot little mouth closed over the very end of him. Her eyes met his as she sucked his swollen tip. Hell, if she was going there, he wanted some too. He crawled his way up the bed till his head was on the pillows. She had to climb on and kneel over him so she could keep hold of his cock—and she seemed determined to not let go. Once he lay still, she closed both hands around his shaft again and worked them up and down, drawing him towards her open mouth with every stroke, but never quite letting him inside. She was going to drive him crazy like that. He pulled her towards him. She smiled and worked her way around so she was kneeling over his face. Chase grinned and took hold of her hips, pulling her down to him just enough so he could cover her heat with his mouth. He loved the shudder that ran through her as he traced her folds with his tongue. He shuddered himself as she took him into her mouth, deep into her throat then began to bob her head. The blood thundered through his veins, all rushing to the same place. He was throbbing almost painfully as her hot, wet lips closed around him, her talented tongue swirling over the tip of his arousal. He grasped her thighs and held her wide open, darting his tongue inside her then out to torment her clit before thrusting back in again. She tasted sooo good! And she felt sooo good as she picked up her pace, her head bobbing as she took him deep in her throat, sucking him hard as she pulled back. Chase thrust his hips to meet her each time. When she cupped his balls in one hand, he knew he was a goner. All he could do was hope to take her with him. He sucked on the little bud between her legs and slid two fingers into her wetness. She closed around him and he felt her tighten as he played his tongue over her swollen flesh. She sucked harder, encouraging his fingers to move frantically in and out of her. As he touched the back of her throat he exploded and crooking his fingers inside her, he felt her do the same. She moaned around his cock as her inner muscles tightened around his fingers. Chase saw stars as he found his release in her mouth and she found hers in his. As his body stilled, he held her open and covered her with his mouth, sinking his tongue into her to taste her last few shudders.
She rolled to the side panting and he pulled her up into his arms. To say she was supposed to be so tough, she felt so sweet, so fragile with her slender body pulled against him. Her arm looked skinny thrown across the muscles of his chest, pale in contrast to his tattoo. As she rested her head against him, he could see shoulder blades sticking out with no flesh to cover them. He held her closer, surprised to be capable of noticing anything at all right now, let alone worrying about whether she ate well enough.
She turned her head to look up at him. The satisfied smile on her face made him hold her a little closer and smile back.
“I may have lied to you, Kenzie.” Her smile disappeared, all the softness in her gaze replaced by a stony glare. Damn. He'd only been joking. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Don't go all hard-ass on me, lover. Earlier I told you we were good together. That was the lie, we aren't good at all, we're great.”
Her smile returned, but it wasn't as open and relaxed as it had been. “I'd have to agree with you there.” She snuggled against him and ran her hand over his chest. “You'd better rest while you can though because as soon as you're ready I want to see if this greatness has stamina too.”
He chuckled and caught his hand in her hair, drawing her to him. “Oh, it has stamina, and you won't have to wait long to find out.” He was almost ready again, something about her just got to him. He wanted to spend the whole night taking her over and over again. Perhaps it was the thought that he wouldn't ever get the chance again. He bit her bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. “You'll have to stick around for a while to find out just how much stamina I have.” If it were up to Chase, he wouldn't let her out of bed for at least a week.
Her frown was back. “I'm out of here tomorrow. You know that.”
He rolled over, pinning her underneath him. “What if I don't want to let you go?”
She wriggled, trying to escape. “Then you'll have to deal with it.”
He slid his arm under her waist to hold her still. All that wriggling she was doing had him ready to go again. “Then I'd better make the most of you while I have you, huh?”
She nodded as he slid his hand between her legs, and let out a low moan when he started to tease her with his fingertips. “Do you want me, Kenzie?”
She was moving her hips in time with his fingers, her eyes closed. She looked so different like that, her face relaxed, unguarded. He withdrew his hand and she opened her eyes. Even her voice was soft as she whispered, “I do want you, Chase. Please don't stop.”
He planted a kiss on her lips. “I'm not stopping, lover. I just need...” He reached down and fished a condom out of his jeans and held it up. “One of these.”
She waited while he rolled it on then smiled that sweet smile and held her arms up to him. Chase loved the look on her face. She openly and honestly just wanted him. It was a whole different story than out on the sofa earlier. What had she said then? Quit talking and fuck me. Maybe he hadn't lied, after all, that had been good, but this? This was great.
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Kenzie closed her arms around his back as he lowered his weight onto her. What was this man doing to her? She didn't want to just fuck him, didn't want to direct him, or get into any crazy acrobatics. She just wanted him to take her again. He settled on top of her and looked into her eyes. His thick shaft was pushing at her, she wanted him inside her. The anticipation was killing her. He shifted his weight to one side and closed a hand around her breast. She thrust her hips up to him, the feel of his fingertips on her sensitive nipple ran all the way through her like an electric current, running down taut wires that all connected between her legs.
He was in charge here. Not only was she not dictating the pace, she was completely vulnerable and at his mercy. And she was loving it! What the hell was up with that? She didn't have time to wonder as he squeezed her nipple tight in the same moment that he thrust deep. The satisfied look in his eyes in the second before his lips came down on hers
should have been enough to make her want to push him off and get out of here. Instead, it had the strange effect of making her want to give him more. He was loving being able to give her so much pleasure. She wanted him to take his pleasure with her, to be able to give something to him.
She couldn't manage any more coherent thought though. All she could do was move with him as he found his rhythm, moving inside her, still holding her nipple clamped between his fingers, heightening all the sensations he was filling her with. She wrapped her legs around his and let him ride her. All she could do was hang onto him. She felt him grow harder and pick up his pace. Instead of using one of her usual tricks to push him over the edge and speed his release, she just let herself go. She let herself enjoy the feel of him, filling her, over and over again, his thick shaft stretching her. He looked down at her and locked her gaze with his own. That took her over the edge. She liked to keep her eyes shut in bed. But here she was, staring into his eyes as the tension built, each thrust of his hips taking them both hurtling toward the inevitable. She saw it in his eyes before she felt it. He tensed and then thrust hard, finding his release deep inside her. “Kenzie!” he gasped. That did it. As if speaking her name was his command, her orgasm tore through her. She clung to him desperately as he carried her away with him, her body wracked with a pleasure she hadn't known existed.
She lay there breathing hard as he collapsed on top of her. Neither of them spoke for a long time. They just lay there, still connected. She still clung to him, not wanting the moment, the feeling, whatever she'd just shared with him, to end. It seemed he felt the same. He slid his arm under her waist, holding her tightly and burying his face in her neck. She instinctively tightened her arms around his back. She felt so close to him, she wanted to melt into him.
“What if I don't want to let you go?”
When he'd asked that just a few minutes ago, she'd told him he'd have to deal with it. Now she was starting to wonder how she would deal with it! She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That was crazy talk. So they were great in bed together. He would be a good memory, but that was all she could share with him. She felt like she'd already allowed herself to share too much. She reluctantly unclasped her arms from around his back and pushed him off her. She sat up on the edge of the bed. “We hardly ever get what we want in life, Chase. It's a tough old world.”
Whatever he was about to say, she didn't want to hear it. She had a feeling he'd be able to make her lie back down with him, hold him close again. And that was not what she needed to be doing. As he opened his mouth, she stood up and headed for the bathroom.
He was in the living room when she came out. He took her breath away, standing there in the moonlight. He had his jeans back on and much as she loved the look of his ass in them, it was the look on his face that made the air catch in her chest. He was lost in thought, a wistfulness about him. He turned and smiled, holding his arm out to her.
“Come here, lover.”
Part of her wanted to refuse, to head back to the bedroom, pull on her clothes and get out of here. She didn't though. She went to his side and leaned against him as he wrapped that arm around her. She closed her eyes against the feeling of intimacy that, if anything, was even stronger standing out here with him, than it had been in bed.
“When can you come back?”
She shook her head sadly. She was surprised to realize that the hold he had over her might be strong enough to draw her back here. She would love to see him again. But apart from being a really stupid idea, it just wasn't possible. Megan had sent her the money to come this time. No way would she be able to make another trip any time in the foreseeable future. “Forget it, Chase. I already told you it won't be any time soon.” She felt him stiffen and realized her words had sounded much harsher than she'd intended. She turned and smiled up at him. “Let's just make the most of tonight. Neither of us is cut out for anything else.”
He held her gaze. “You don't know that, Kenzie. I'm starting to think I was right, that we could have a one-of-a-kind kind of thing.”
She had to turn away from the intensity in his eyes, it pulled at her, too. A part of her felt the same way. He really could be dangerous. But she wasn't stupid enough to let him be. “What we have, is a one-off kind of thing, that's all.” She smiled. “And since I doubt even your stamina can go again right now, why don't we have that beer we didn't get to earlier.”
He stared down at her for a moment. She could tell he wanted to say something else, but he didn't. He nodded and went into to the kitchen, emerging a few moments later with two fresh beers. He sat on the sofa and patted the space beside him. This time she didn't go for the other end, she sat next to him and nestled against him. She wanted to enjoy being close to him and saw no reason not to, no risk in it, since she'd never see him again after tonight.
He handed her a beer and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her closer. He echoed her thoughts when he said. “Okay, but if this is it, let's really enjoy it. Let your walls down, Kenzie. There's no risk to letting me in if you're going to kick me to the curb in the morning.”
She smiled. Perhaps he was right. He was hot and he genuinely seemed to care. What was the harm in just relaxing with him for one night? By tomorrow he'd be nothing more than a sweet memory. She did relax against him, enjoying the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. “Okay. Walls are officially down.”
He nuzzled his face into her neck, making her hope he would still have some stamina left for later. “Why do you live behind them?” he asked.
That wiped the smile off her face in a hurry. She was open to relaxing around him—she wasn't so sure about baring her soul! He nibbled on the soft skin of her shoulder sending shivers through her. “Come on, lover. Talk to me. Let me in.”
She turned to him. “Why? Why should I? And why do you even want to know?” What she didn't ask was why wasn't he like most guys who weren't interested in knowing the first thing about her? Why wasn't he happy to be on his way, no questions asked after they'd just screwed each other's brains out?
He had that same confused look on his face when he answered her. “Honestly? I don't know. I'm not usually one to stick around afterward. Once my jeans are back on, I'm gone. But you, my little hard-ass—you make me want to know more. I see the front you put up.” He grinned and traced a finger down her cheek. “And I'm as turned on by it as every other guy who lays eyes on you. You're hot and you know it, you send out a challenge to any red-blooded guy to get you into bed. I'm not immune to the challenge. From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to get inside your panties. But it's so much more than that. I see so much more than that. I told you, you're a little cutie underneath it all. I want to get to the cutie. I want you to open up to me. I want to know the girl who hides behind the façade.”
Kenzie didn't know what to say. She would hardly call herself a cutie, but there was a part of her that she considered soft and weak. She did hide it—safely behind the tough exterior—so it wouldn't get hurt. Chase was saying he wanted her to let him in, in past her defenses, but that would leave her vulnerable. She preferred to do the hurting before she got hurt herself.
He stroked her hair, the tenderness of the gesture making her swallow, hard. It would be so easy to open up to him. In many ways, they were the same. She'd thought of him as a typical man whore. He sang in a band, apparently went home with a different woman every night. Yet, here he was being open with her and showing her a soft side she wouldn't have believed existed when she'd first seen him on stage last night.
It was so strange, but so good, to feel as if, for once in her life, someone actually cared about her. She made her decision, she was going to go with it. Just for tonight. She'd never see him again, but it would be nice to think that somewhere in the world there was someone who cared about her. Someone who knew her. “What do you want to know?
Chapter Five
The sun was shining through the windows when Chase opened his eyes. It was
way too high in the sky. He checked his watch. Almost noon. Kenzie was gone, which didn't surprise him in the least. It must have been six in the morning when he'd fallen asleep. They'd talked for hours. She had opened up to him. She hadn't talked much about her life now, in Nashville. He knew she sang, but she'd refused to sing for him. It seemed she had a lot of hang-ups about it. Didn't think she was good enough. From what she'd told him about her childhood, she didn't think she was good enough for anything—end of story. She carried a lot of guilt over leaving Megan behind when she ran away at seventeen. She'd told him enough for him to understand her need to appear tough, to admire her loyalty and protectiveness toward her sister. Those two really had known a tough world. He'd been amazed at his own reaction—that he wanted to show her that life wasn't always like that—that it could be good. He wanted to help her take off the armor, quit struggling and learn to enjoy life. He could do it too, he knew it. If she'd just stick around and let him. But that wasn't going to happen.
She'd joked with him that while it had been nice to talk to him, she was only here for the sex. He smiled at the memory of her climbing onto his lap, straddling him as he sat on the sofa. He'd been asking her about the church she'd grown up in—it sounded so weird. She'd apparently had enough of talking though and had rolled a condom over him before lowering herself onto his cock. He was getting hard again now just remembering the way she'd ridden him. She'd grasped the sofa on either side of his head, her breasts bouncing in front of his face while she sheathed him in her tight wetness. He'd filled his hands and his mouth with her breasts, making her throw her own head back. The pressure he applied to her sensitive nipples came back to him, the harder he squeezed them, the tighter her inner muscles clenched around him. He'd only let go of them so he could grasp her hips in the moment before they both came. He'd taken over, pulling her down so he could thrust deeper. She'd screamed his name when he exploded inside her, writhing in his grasp as she tightened around him over and over, milking him for everything he had.