by Perry, J L
Within minutes we arrived back at my house. I’m not sure how he knew where I lived, but he did. We never discussed personal stuff like that.
I reluctantly let go of him, removed the helmet and climbed off the bike. I moved alongside him and handed it back. It was still teeming with rain. I felt bad that he had to ride home in this, so I did something really stupid. I invited him inside, until the rain let up. Mistake number two.
Of course he accepted. I’m not sure where he lives, as I said before we don’t talk about those sorts of things.
After removing our wet runners and leaving them on the porch, we stepped inside. “You live here by yourself?” he asked.
“Yes. My parents bought it for me when I moved down here,” I answered.
My place is beautiful. It’s on the posh side of town. My dad bought it for me when I decided to move to Melbourne. It backs onto the beach, just like home. That’s what I love most about living here. It not only reminds me of my family and where I grew up, but living by the water is so calming. From the time I was a little girl, there was something about the ocean I connected with. I can’t explain it.
When I was upset or troubled, it was the first place I went. The smell of the ocean, the sound of the crashing waves, the feel of the sun on my skin. I’m not sure what it was, but it helped soothe me. Always has. I’d be lost without it.
My place doesn’t look very big from the outside, but inside it’s spacious. My parents had it professionally decorated for me by an interior designer. It’s open-plan, light and airy. My furniture is white, with splashes of blue and yellow throughout. It has that beachy feel to it. There are four bedrooms, but I’ve turned one into a study. Daddy made sure there was room for them to come and stay. Even though he still has his penthouse here in Melbourne, he insists on staying with me when they fly down, which had been every friggin’ weekend for the first few months.
My mum eventually talked him into cutting that down to at least every second weekend. Don’t get me wrong I love seeing them. I miss them all terribly, but I moved here for a reason—to get a damn social life. It’s a bit hard when they’re here cramping my style every weekend.
My dad still rings me daily. Mornings to make sure everything is fine and nights to say goodnight. We’re extremely close and I really do miss seeing him every day.
“Oh,” is all he said. Not in a judgemental way, but I could tell he was surprised. If this intimidated him, remind me never to take him to my parents’ house in Sydney.
This house pales in comparison to the house I grew up in. I told daddy I only wanted something small when I moved down here. As long as it was near water I didn’t care what the house looked like. I’ve never been materialistic.
Of course he had to buy me a beautiful, extravagant house. It’s a split-level white weatherboard. It had extensive renovations done before he bought it. My dad doesn’t do anything half-heartedly. He made sure the house was in a safe area as well. He installed a top-of-the-range security system and even went as far as having my neighbours investigated. Can you believe that?
We had words when I found out about it. He just brushed it off like it was nothing. His reasoning was that he wanted to make sure I wasn’t living next door to an axe murderer or a sex criminal. It was so absurd I burst out laughing. I couldn’t stay mad at him though. I know he only does it because he loves and cares about me. I’m lucky to have such wonderful parents.
I left Chase standing in the front room while I ran and got some towels from down the hall. Both of us were dripping wet. When I came back, I found he wasn’t where I left him. Instead, he was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that adorned the back of the house. I love the view it gives of the ocean. I sit there for hours some days just staring out. If the weather’s nice I sit out on the back deck.
At that moment, the view in front of me was so much better. His back was to me, hands in his pockets. I took a moment to admire his sexy arse, strong back and muscly arms. Mmmm…mmmm.
He must’ve sensed me standing there because he looked over his shoulder. I threw him a towel. “Can I get you a warm drink or something?”
“No, I’m fine thanks.” He turned to face me. He looked at me intently as he rubbed the towel over his wet hair. Shivers run through my body. There’s something about that look. It does funny things to me. I’m not sure why he looked at me like that. It was the same kind of look he gave me the day we met.
“If you want, I can put your clothes in the dryer?” I offered. Mistake number three. I was trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen over us. We’re not usually lost for conversation when we’re together, quite the opposite.
“Sure, that would be great,” he answered. The cheeky smile which formed on his face should’ve been enough to warn me what was to come. Before I got a chance to say ‘I’ll grab you a robe’, he started stripping off his clothes. I know I should’ve stopped him, but my mouth wouldn’t work. My eyes couldn’t seem to drag themselves away from the show either. I’d wondered what he would look like shirtless since the first day I saw him.
He grabbed his T-shirt at the back of the neck, pulling it over his head, before dropping it to the floor. Wow! His body was even more heavenly than I’d imagined. So ripped. I was glad I was far enough away that I couldn’t touch him, otherwise I would’ve been tempted to reach out and run my fingers over his delicious abs.
His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats. When he pulled on the drawstring, my eyes moved up to his face. His smile was devious and sexy, all at the same time. Everything in me was screaming ‘stop this before it goes too far’, but I couldn’t. Secretly I wanted it to go somewhere. I’d thought about this a lot since we’d met. My traitorous eyes moved back down to his waist, silently begging him to continue. He didn’t disappoint. Slowly, he undid the tie. Jesus, I needed to look away but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
I wanted to see it all. Touch it all. Taste it all. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Once the tie was undone he hooked his thumbs in the side of the waistband, pulling them down his legs slowly. My eyes followed his every move. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was like I was in some kind of trance.
When he bent at the waist, I got a glimpse of a large tattoo spread across his back. It looked like a skull, with flames coming out of the eye sockets. There were some words written above it, but I couldn’t quite make them out. I wasn’t aware he even had a tattoo. I found it sexy. It suited him.
He let go of his sweats as they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, next to the already discarded towel and shirt.
As my eyes moved back up his sexy muscly legs, I expected to see him standing there in his underwear. Imagine my surprise when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any. I should’ve been concerned that he was now standing in front of me completely naked, but I wasn’t. Not one friggin’ bit.
God, he’s so beautiful. I’d never seen a man naked before. I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually my eyes moved back to his face.
He was smirking now. Of course, he just witnessed me shamelessly checking him out. I got the impression he was waiting for me to freak out. I was waiting for me to freak out, but surprisingly it didn’t happen. Then the smirk on his face disappeared. It was now replaced with a look of desire, of want. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before. It sent tingles coursing through my whole body, desire pooling between my legs.
Then I did something that shocked us both. I pulled my top over my head, dropping it onto the floor beside me. I was left standing in my pink lace bra and running shorts, nothing else. My eyes didn’t leave his once. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. When they pooled around my ankles, I stepped out of them, just like he had.
All I could think was, thank god I’d put matching underwear on this morning. This was the first time any man had seen me like this. His eyes left mine, slowly travelli
ng down my body, before making their way back up. As his eyes travelled over my skin, it sent tingles running down my spine. I heard him groan. When his eyes met mine again, the desire and hunger was still there, but he also looked troubled, a little worried.
“Why did you have to go and do that, sweet-cheeks?” He exhaled heavily. “From the first day I met you I’ve been fighting this. Fuck,” he said as he rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. “You better put some clothes on before I do something we’re both going to regret.” He may regret if something happens. I certainly won’t. Well that’s what I believed in that moment. Mistake number four.
No, instead of being the smart girl I know I am, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. His eyes widened. I moved my hand up to my shoulder, pushing the first strap down. When I did the other side, I let go and it fell to the floor.
He exhaled heavily as his eyes raked over my body again. “I fucking warned you,” he breathed as he took the few steps separating us. “Last chance, sweet-cheeks,” he said as he stopped mere inches from me. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
Deep down, I’d wanted this from the moment I laid eyes on him. I wasn’t about to put a stop to it. I wanted this. More. Than. Anything. We didn’t say a word. Time stood still as we held each other’s gaze. My hands were itching to reach out and touch him.
Finally, I gave in to the temptation and moved my hand up, lightly running my fingers over his ripped abs. He groaned again. That’s all he needed, I guess. Before I knew it I was pushed up against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. His hands moved up to cup my face as he tilted my head back and deepened the kiss. Holy crap, it was one hot kiss. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist to hold myself up, as my knees went weak. This was the kind of kiss that could melt you into a puddle on the floor.
When we finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against mine. “Sweet fucking Jesus, woman,” he breathed. The way he said it made me smile. I knew exactly what he meant. I’d kissed guys before, but never, and I mean never, have I ever been kissed like that.
His hands caress their way down the sides of my body, coming to rest on my arse. He gave it a little squeeze. “My fucking sweet-cheeks,” he whispered as his lips found mine again. I snaked my arms around his neck as our kiss deepened. This time was even hotter than the last, if that was even possible.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned into my mouth as he thrust his pelvis forward. The only thing separating us was my pink lace panties. His erection was pressing against my centre. It felt fantastic. Like nothing I ever felt before.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Last door at the end of the hall,” I panted. He pulled away from the wall, bringing me with him. Taking long fast strides, he had me laying on my bed in less than a minute. He stayed standing, looking down at me. He was giving me that intense look again. It was like he was having some kind of internal battle with himself.
Eventually, he broke our stare, his eyes roaming down my body. He exhaled loudly before leaning forward, hooking his thumbs in the side of my panties. He slowly pulled them down my legs, never once taking his eyes off me.
The way his eyes scanned over every inch of me, sent my stomach into a flutter. It was one hot look. My eyes moved down to his chest, his abs and oh my, his very erect, large penis. He was still standing over me. When I looked back up at his face, he was smiling, a sexy full smile. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he breathed as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over me.
I reached up and caressed the side of his face. “So are you,” I whispered as I pulled his lips down to mine. He leant on one elbow, half of his body covering mine. I loved the feel of his skin against me. His other hand softly caressed its way up my body.
He stopped at my chest and cupped one of my boobs in his hand, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. It caused a moan to escape from me. God, I wanted this so bad. Wanted him so bad.
Chase’s lips left mine and skimmed down to my neck. “Your skin is so soft…so beautiful,” he whispered. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned again. I was lost in the way he was making my body feel. His hands slid down my body and between my legs. Nobody had ever touched me there before.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, as his fingers dipped between my folds. It felt wonderful. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My hips rocked against his hand. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I needed more. When he pushed a finger inside me I moaned again as my head pushed back into the pillow. I couldn’t control it. Yes, that’s it. That’s what I needed. My senses were on overdrive.
Chase raised his head and looked down at me. “I love how your body responds to my touch.” His lips found mine again. “Jesus you’re so tight,” he said against my mouth as he pushed another finger inside me. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” I was starting to worry he was going to find out that this was my first time. I didn’t want him to know. I was embarrassed to admit it.
I was sure he was going to be able to tell at some point. I had absolutely no experience. There was no way I was going to be able to please him like the other more experienced girls did. I tried to push that thought out of my mind. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“Fuck I need to taste you,” he said, as he pulled out of the kiss. God no. Please tell me he wasn’t talking about tasting down there? I was certain I was going to die of embarrassment. He slid his fingers out and started kissing his way down my body. I was mortified. I didn’t want him to go down there but I wasn’t sure what I could say to stop him, without sounding lame.
“Ohhhh…” All my worries vanished as soon as his lips were on me. Holy crap. It felt like heaven. My hands moved down and threaded in his hair. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I whimpered.
He chuckled. “I have no intention of stopping.”
“Good,” I panted. “Please keep doing what you’re doing.” It was funny how a few seconds ago I was mortified that he was going to do this, and now I was begging him to keep going.
I’ve never had an orgasm before but I could feel something building. Well I thought I could. And God it felt good. If this feeling gets any more intense, I think I might actually pass out.
Then it hits. “Oh Godddd…” I moaned as I threw my head back, my hands fisting in his hair. My body trembled and I saw stars by the time it was over.
When he finished, he lifted his head up and looked at me. He smiled. Seeing his beautiful smiling face between my legs was a sight, I can tell you. A sight I’d hopefully get to see again. And again…
I smiled back. “Wow, you’re good at that.” Then I giggled and covered my face with my hands. What a stupid thing to say.
“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet, sweetheart,” he said with a sexy, confident, cocky smile. There was so much conviction behind his words it made my heart race. Surely it couldn’t get any better than what just happened?
Chase planted a tiny kiss on my mound. I felt his lips curve into a smile when he did it. “You have a magnificent pussy,” he breathed against my sensitive flesh. Jesus, he did not just say that. I felt my face flush. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that comment, so I didn’t.
He kissed his way back up my body, stopping at my boobs again. “I love your tits. They’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The way he said it made me believe every word. I’d never felt more beautiful as I did at that moment. Wow, he thinks I’m perfect.
He placed tiny kisses all over my chest, my neck, my jaw. Oh god, I liked his mouth on me. Very much. When he found my lips again, he settled down on top of me. I could feel his erection pushing into my thigh.
“I need to go out to my bike and get a rubber,” he said pulling out of the kiss.
“A rubber?” I asked in confusion.
“A condom.”
“Oh.” I giggled. I’d never heard them called that befor
e. I looked to my right, out of the window of my bedroom. It was still raining. The windows in my room are floor-to-ceiling as well. I love waking up to the ocean every day. Shit, my blinds were drawn. Anyone walking down the beach could see us. Luckily, because of the rain, the beach would more than likely be deserted.
I reached for the remote on my bedside table and pushed the button to lower them. “Jesus, even your blinds are run by a remote,” Chase stated, shaking his head.
He pushed up off me. I quickly grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”
“Out to my bike.” I was relieved. For a second I thought he was leaving.
“I have condoms.”
“You do?” He raised his eyebrows when he asked. “You have guys over a lot, do you?” He frowned as he said this.
“Oh God no. My mum bought them for me.”
“Your mum?” Shit, why did I say that? “You’re twenty-two and your mother buys you condoms? Aren’t you old enough to buy your own?” Me and my big mouth. I felt like an idiot.
“It’s not like that,” I said as I felt my face turn red. “My parents worry, that’s all. My mum just wants to make sure I don’t end up pregnant.” Geez. Like that sounded any better. I wish my mouth would just keep quiet.
My mum put me on the pill a few years back, but advised I still use condoms, for STD’s. She’s pretty open about stuff like that. Honestly though, I hate talking about sex with her. It’s just wrong. I only accepted the condoms because she said if I ended up pregnant my dad would probably have a heart attack. We both laughed, but she was probably right.
He shook his head. “At least your mum gives a shit about you, I guess.” Wow. What did he mean by that? I kind of got the impression he was having a dig at his own mother. I have no idea what his home life is like. All I know is that his family are involved in some bikie gang. “Flaming Skulls” I think they’re called. That’s what Dana told me anyway. She’s the queen of gossip.