by Perry, J L
“Forget,” he repeats, his eyebrows furrowing. I don’t think he understands what I mean by forget. Then he mumbles ‘Benson’ under his breath, and I know he gets it. The anguish I see on his face makes me feel bad for putting pressure on him.
“I…I shouldn’t have said what I did. Just forget it.” I step away from him and make my way back inside. He reaches for me, turning me back around to face him.
“I’ve tried…boy have I fucking tried to resist you, tried not to want you. I can’t do it anymore. I just fucking can’t. I want you so bad, it hurts.”
“You do?” I ask surprised.
“Yes. I. Fucking. Do. So, we are going to happen,” he says as his finger gestures from him to me. “You better fucking believe it.”
“We are?” I ask as the biggest smile forms on my face.
“We are. Right fucking now actually. I can’t wait one more minute to have you again. All you need to do is decide.”
“Decide what?” I ask nervously, as desire pools between my legs.
“Whether you come in my mouth or around my cock.” I inhale a quick breath. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. They both sound like heaven right about now.
“Can I have both?” I whisper. He throws back his head and groans.
“Both it is then, my greedy girl,” he whispers before his lips crash into mine.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Angel
My hand reaches behind me, grabbing hold of the handle of the glass sliding door. Once it’s open, I pull him inside, never once breaking the kiss.
He pushes me up against the wall, pinning me with his own body. My head is spinning. Is this really going to happen this time, or is he going to get cold feet at the last minute again?
Then there’s the other issue. If we do actually go through with this, are things going to be the same, or is he going to do a repeat of last time, and walk out of my life?
I don’t want to get hurt by him again, but I want this so much, that I’m willing to take a chance. I only hope it doesn’t backfire in my face.
He must sense my reservation, because he pulls back from the kiss. “Are you okay? Is this too much, too soon…you know, after…?”
“No, it’s not that,” I reply truthfully.
“Well then what, sweet-cheeks? Talk to me.”
“If we do this…ummm…are you going to walk out on me again?”
“Fuck,” he exhales, resting his forehead against mine. When he pulls back, he cups my face in his hands. “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t regretted what I did. So no. I won’t. I promise.” The sincerity in his voice as he speaks eases my mind.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?” he asks cocking one of his eyebrows.
“Okay, let’s fuck.” He throws back his head and groans at my words.
“Jesus. Hearing those words come out of your angelic mouth, swe—” I pull his face towards me and cut him off mid word. This has been a long time coming. I can’t wait another second.
My hand slides in between us as I reach for the tie on his board shorts. I need to touch him. “Don’t,” he growls as he latches onto my wrist raising my arm above my head and pinning it to the wall. “I’m already on the edge. I haven’t been with anyone else since you.”
“You haven’t?” I ask. I’m surprised by what he says. Extremely glad, but surprised.
“You’ve ruined me, sweet-cheeks. You and this fucking pussy of yours,” he says as his hand moves between my legs. I open them wider, allowing him better access.
“Ohhh, Chase,” I moan into his mouth as he massages my clit through my bikini bottoms, deepening the kiss. He then pushes them to the side, as his very skilled fingers go to work on me. “Yes,” I say pushing against him. His hand moves down as he slides a finger inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to be inside this sweet pussy again,” he breathes as his mouth makes its way across my jaw and down my neck.
I tilt my head to the side. I’m not surprised his words or his touch don’t bother me. I knew he was the one who could heal me. Only him. It will only ever be him.
••••
Chase
“Come for me, let go,” I murmur as I softly bite her nipple through her bikini top. Within minutes, maybe only seconds, she’s throwing her head back and moaning, coming undone by my hand. Those sounds are like music to my ears, but are definitely the same ones I heard when she was in the shower.
It’s the last time she’ll ever be giving herself pleasure. From now on, every…single… one of her orgasms belongs to me. I’ll make sure of that.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you, it won’t wait,” I tell her as I fumble with the cord of my shorts. I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard, this desperate for someone.
“Take me. I’m yours,” she breathes, still reeling in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Once my dick is free, I let my shorts fall to the floor before kicking them off. I then reach for the waistband of her sexy as fuck tiny bikini bottoms, sliding them down her beautiful long legs. Squatting down, I lift one leg at a time so I can take them off. “You won’t be needing these for the next few hours,” I state, as I toss them to the side.
She’s looking down, smiling at me, a satisfied glow all over her pretty face. I can feel my own smile grow as I watch her. She’s so fucking beautiful. I swear she takes my breath away every single time I look at her.
I place a few lingering kisses on her legs on my way up, stopping halfway for a taste of heaven. Fuck I’ve missed her pussy. A day hasn’t passed since we were last together, that I haven’t thought about touching her, tasting her, fucking her.
“Mmmmm, I’ve missed this,” I tell her, as my tongue comes out to lap up her juices. “Fucking delicious.”
“Oh Chase,” she moans again as her fingers thread through my hair. I love hearing her say my name, all breathy as I give her pleasure.
“As much as I’d like to eat this beautiful pussy all day,” I say as I stand. “I need to be inside you, right now.”
I reach around the back of her and undo the clasp on her bikini top, pulling it over her head and discarding it on the floor with our other clothes.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask, cupping her face in my hands.
“Yes. I want you more than anything,” she murmurs. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I see uncertainty cross her perfect features. I hate how my hot and cold attitude has made her doubt how much I want her.
“I not only want you…I need you. I need you more than fucking air.” She pulls my face forward, crashing her lips onto mine. Christ, I love the way she kisses me.
My hands slide around her waist, down over her magnificent arse as I pull her legs up off the floor. I moan into her mouth as she wraps them around me. Pulling back slightly, I thrust into her in one swift move. “Oh fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back as pure ecstasy runs up the length of my dick, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my whole body. God, she feels better than I remember. Her pussy is like a vice around my cock.
So fucking tight.
“Tell me if this gets too much,” I warn her as my hand goes behind the back of her head, to shield it from the wall as I start to fuck her with everything I have.
The heels of her feet dig into my lower back as she rides my cock. “Oh yes, yes…harder. Fuck me harder.”
She may act like a kitten, but let me tell you, she fucks like a tiger. This is one pussy I’ll never get tired of. If I’m lucky enough to have her every day, for the rest of my life, it still won’t be enough. Fuck me. If I could crawl inside her I would, never fucking leaving. That’s how good she feels.
I feel my eyes roll back in my head and my balls tighten as I continue my ferocious thrusts. I’m not going to last much longer. I’m already on the edge. “Come for me, Angel,” I practically beg. I need her to come again before I blow.
“I’m right…I’m right there,” she cries as her hand
s fist in my hair, tugging on it. The second I feel her muscles clamp around my cock I let loose, throwing my head back as I lose my load inside her.
“Fuck me,” I murmur breathlessly, as I plant a tiny kiss on her nose. “Are you okay?”
“I couldn’t be better.” Fuck I love it when she smiles at me like that. She looks so happy.
I leave my dick inside her, too spent to move. I can still feel her pussy contracting around my cock as she rides out the last of her orgasm. Then it hits me like a tonne of fucking bricks.
“Fuck,” I say, pulling out of her. “I forgot to put a rubber on. Shit. Please tell me you’re on birth control.” The look of horror on her face isn’t a good sign, but then she says, “Yes.”
That’s a damn relief. With my mother’s screwed up genes running through me, bringing a kid into the world is the last thing I’d ever want to do. As far as I know, my old man could’ve been just as fucked up as her. Although I’d like to think that’s not the case. But in all honestly, I know nothing about him.
“But…I…ummm, have missed the last few days. With all this Riley thing, it totally slipped my mind,” she adds.
“Fuck,” I exclaim, as I pull away from her, fisting my hands in my hair in total despair.
“I’m sorry, Chase,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears. “After what happened that night, I honestly had no plans of having sex again.” This isn’t her fault. I was so desperate to be inside her, I didn’t even give it a second thought.
“Hey, come here,” I say, wrapping her in my arms. “I’m sure missing a few days won’t make much of a difference. It’s my fault too. I was so consumed in the moment I didn’t think. I’ve never done anything like this before.” I can only hope skipping a few days won’t matter. If I had to choose, she’d be the perfect choice to mother my children, but I’m not ready to be a father. I’ll never be ready.
••••
Angel
“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back from me and using his thumb to wipe away my stray tear. I wish I could get a grip on my emotions. I suppose it doesn’t help when you’re floating above the clouds one minute, and then crashing down to earth the next. I suppose that would be the best way to describe our relationship. It’s so up and down.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. Getting pregnant is the last thing I want right now too, but when I saw the complete devastation and despair on his face when he realised what we’d done, I’m not going to lie, it hurt. Is the thought of having a baby with me, so repulsive?
Cupping my face in his hands, he brushes his lips against mine. “We’ll worry about it, if we have to, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to put on a brave face.
“Do you want to have a shower with me, before class?” Raising his eyebrows, he gives me one of his sexy signature smiles, and just like that he’s drawn me in again.
“Okay,” I reply, as I let him lead me down the hall towards my room. I can only pray this one little fuck up doesn’t come back to haunt us.
Chase washes every inch of me in the shower, the whole time telling me how beautiful I am, how much he loves my body. I’ve never experienced anything like this. He’s so good with his hands, and so seductive with his words. I tell you, he has me swooning all over the place. Now I know why all the girls fall at his feet.
Once he’s done, he lowers to his knees, backing me up against the tiles. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“You said you wanted to come with my cock and my mouth,” he replies looking up at me with a cheeky smile, flashing his perfect pearly whites. “Just giving my girl what she wants.”
Oh, he called me his girl. Why do those words have my heart bursting out of my chest? I guess because I want to be his girl. I want it more than anything. He told me earlier he wants me, and he thinks about me all the time, but does that mean he wants to take our relationship to the next level? Can he be exclusive? Is he even capable of commitment? Jesus, so many unanswered questions.
As soon as his mouth is on me, all those thoughts flutter away. God, I love the way he makes my body feel, and the way he makes me feel when we’re intimate like this. I’ve never felt so connected to a person, like I do to him. “Chase,” I moan, as I thread my fingers through his hair and lean my head back against the tiles, letting the pure ecstasy consume me.
“That’s the only name you’ll ever moan again,” he says. “I own this pussy now.” Honestly, I’ve never liked being bossed around, but damn if his comment doesn’t have me grinning like an idiot. Is it wrong I’d like nothing more than to be owned by him?
He grabs hold of my leg that’s slung over his shoulder, lifting it and spreading me wider. He slips his tongue deep inside me. The growl permeating from his mouth vibrates against my sensitive flesh. It’s enough to send me tumbling over the edge.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan as I come against his mouth.
“I love those sexy little noises you make when you come undone,” he says, kissing his way back up my body.
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. Turns me on like you wouldn’t believe,” he confesses as his lips brush against mine. “You know I heard those exact sounds coming from you when you were in the shower the other day.”
“You did?” I ask in horror, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. I swear my eyes bug out of my head. Please tell me he didn’t hear me when I was masturbating. Only I’d be stupid enough to do something for the first time and get caught. In my defence though, he was the one who gave me that hot and heavy kiss and then walked out, leaving me craving more.
“Yes I did. It’s the last time too, you hear?” he says sternly, putting his hand under my chin, raising my face so I’m looking him in the eye.
“Are you saying I can’t touch myself anymore?” I swear I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation with him.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I own all of your pleasure from now on. Only I’m allowed to make you come.”
“Is that so?” I ask, cocking my eyebrows in defiance. His serious face breaks out into a smile.
“Yes. No hand or no fucking toy for that matter, is allowed to touch this,” he cups me between the legs as he speaks, “unless it’s mine of course.”
“Toy? Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t find that thing?”
“Oh I fucking found it, and confiscated it.”
“Somebody kill me now,” I murmur as my hands cover my face, humiliation consuming me. This makes him chuckle.
“You’re gonna have to talk to that friend of yours, or I will.”
“I didn’t ask her to buy it for me, Chase. She was only trying to help.”
“Yes, by keeping you away from me. Is there any others I need to know about?”
“No,” I screech.
“Good.”
“So does that mean you’re committing yourself to me too, like a boyfriend?” I ask, trying to get out of this humiliating conversation. He lets out a heavy breath as he considers my question.
“Fuck. I guess I am,” he eventually says. “I’ll probably suck at it though. I’ve never been a boyfriend before. I don’t do candy and flowers and shit.” His comment makes me laugh.
“I can live with that. Flowers are overrated anyway. They die within a few days. Give me a potted plant any day, then you can enjoy it forever.” He smiles as his lips move forward, connecting with mine.
“I never thought I’d have a girlfriend,” he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief when he pulls out of the kiss.
“Eeeek,” I squeal. “I have a boyfriend.” I pull his gorgeous face back towards my lips. I’m so excited.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweet-cheeks.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Chase
I’m both scared shitless and deliriously fucking happy that Angel and I are moving forward in our relationship. I know I’m going to screw it up somewhere along the way though. This is too good to be true. Shit l
ike this doesn’t happen to a guy like me.
We end up missing our first class. When we got out of the shower, I just had to have her again. I’ve got two months of no action to make up for. If I had my way I would’ve stayed buried inside her all day. But, there’s always tonight.
I’m hoping instead of being on the lounge, left thinking about her alone in that big bed of hers, she’ll let me join her tonight. Seeing as though I’m her boyfriend now. I still can’t believe I have a girlfriend. Never thought that day would come.
The buzz at Uni, is there’s still no change in Benson’s condition. I’m trying not to think what kind of shit’s gonna go down when he wakes. I’m not worried about me, I’m more concerned for Angel. With every passing day she’s improving. Also, the fact she didn’t freak when we had sex, says a lot. I’m pretty confident she’ll get past this with no permanent damage. Thank fuck for that.
We both decided on the way to Uni this morning, we’d keep our relationship strictly platonic at school. People are already talking. I’ve heard a few whispers saying, “It didn’t take her long to move on to someone else.” Thankfully, nobody has the guts to say it to her face. I know what she’s like, shit like that would hurt her.
••••
The weekend rolls around quick. The last few days have been pure fucking bliss. I never thought life could be this good. Angel brings out a part of me I wasn’t even aware existed. She makes me feel worthy, like I’m more than good enough for her, even though I know better.
The past few days we’ve spent every second together. If we’re not in bed getting reacquainted, we’re running or taking leisurely walks along the beach. She’s even given me a few cooking lessons, for when I go back home. I’m not gonna lie, I’m going to miss her when that day comes.
Saturday morning I wake to find Angel missing from the bed. I’m pretty fucking worn out. We were up until the early hours of the morning, going at it like rabbits.