Spotting Tamika over at the bar, I place my hand on the middle of Mia’s back and steer her over there so we can say goodbye.
“Oh, hey! I was wondering where everyone went,” Tamika says once we reach her.
“Yeah, sorry. I think Eric, Raven, and Sasha are still dancing. I had to go to the bathroom to cool down for a minute,” Mia explains.
She looks up to give me an indulgent smile and bites down on her bottom lip like the little tease she is. Cool down my ass. I was so wound up from watching her rub up against me, I almost came undone. I’ve had my fair share of women, but the way Mia makes me feel, there’s no comparison. She’s a force of nature that I can’t control and I never saw coming. She plowed into my life with no warning whatsoever and annihilated everything I thought I knew about what I wanted from a woman—from a relationship.
“I see. So where we headed next?” Tamika asks eagerly.
“Actually, we’re going to call it a night.”
“Oh, okay,” she says, disappointed. “Well, thanks for inviting us to come out. I had a great time and I’m sure Sasha did too.”
“You okay to drive?” I check.
“Yeah, I haven’t had that much.”
Mia looks up at me adoringly like she’s seeing me in a different light for the first time. I shoot her a confused look as she tries to fight the cute smile that’s forming on her face. She needs to stop looking at me like that if she wants me to behave myself, but we’ll talk about that later.
“Alright, look out for yourself tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
“See you then,” she replies.
I grab Mia’s hand and push through all of the people. I see Eric and Sasha grinding on each other but Raven is nowhere to be found. I turn back around to Mia.
“Why don’t you try to find Raven and I’ll meet you outside after I let Eric and Sasha know what’s going on,” I suggest.
She nods and walks off.
I walk up to Eric and Sasha. They’re so glued to one another, they don’t seem to notice anything or anyone else around them. I grab Eric’s upper arm and peel him away for a minute.
“What the hell, Chase? Can’t you see I’m busy?” he asks in an annoyed tone.
“I know. I’m just letting you know that Mia and I are headed back to her place, and possibly Raven, too, if we can find her.”
“Alright I’ll catch up with all y’all later,” he says. He turns to grab Sasha again, but I pull him back to me once more.
“Hey, for what it’s worth, she’s into you,” I tell him.
“No shit she’s into me. Now if you let go of my arm, I can get back to her and possibly get laid later.”
I shake my head.
“Not Sasha, dude. Raven. Raven is into you.”
“What?”
“I’m serious. That’s why she’s been on such a warpath tonight. Seeing you with Sasha set her off.”
Eric gives me a mixed look of pure disbelief and annoyance. He shakes his head in frustration while he processes what I’ve just said. Since I’ve been there and done that, I decide to give him some unsolicited, but much needed, advice.
“Eric, you’ve liked that girl forever, man. If there’s even the slightest chance that she wants you, isn’t that worth looking into?”
He shakes his head. “It’s not that simple. I don’t know what she wants from me anymore. The only time she’s interested, is when the threat of another girl is in the picture. It’s the classic case of she wants what she can’t have. I’m not going to be strung along like some fucking puppet. It’s not my job to be at her beck and call.”
“I think it’s more than that,” I say, in Raven’s defense.
“It doesn’t matter. She needs to figure her shit out. Her inability to make up her mind is not my problem,” he says adamantly.
I drop the subject and let him know that I’ll be driving Mia home. Since he intends to bring Sasha back to his place tonight, he’s more than happy with that arrangement.
I leave them to it and head for the exit to wait out front for Mia. When I step outside, I see that there is still a long line of people waiting to get in. There’s a breeze tonight and it instantly cools me down. All of the buildings are lit up downtown, which makes the city look awesome. The streets and sidewalks are filled with people, mainly college students, who are all out having a good time.
A minute or two goes by and just as I’m starting to get impatient, Mia and Raven come walking out hand-in-hand. Raven’s face is flushed and I’m not sure if it’s from all of the dancing she was doing or whether she’s been crying. Mia releases her hand, strolls over to me, and rests her hands on my shoulders.
“Raven is going to drive herself back to the apartment. Is it okay if I ride with her instead and meet you there?” she asks, eyes hopeful.
I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and caress her cheek. “Of course. I’ll meet you there.”
“Thank you,” she mouths in appreciation.
I give her a slight nod and lean in to kiss her cheek. I fish my keys out of my pocket and start the long walk to get back to my car. I already know these next fifteen minutes are going to painfully creep by.
I pull into their apartment complex and immediately spot Raven’s car. Good. I drove slow on purpose, hoping they would beat me back here so I didn’t have to sit and wait. When I reach their door, I give it a couple of hard knocks. The door opens up and Raven steps aside to let me in.
“Mia’s in the shower. She’ll be out shortly. You can either hang out here or head into her room and wait for her in there. Either way, don’t be a pervert about it,” she says, stepping out. She closes the door behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts of Mia showering right down the hall.
Now, if I were being a gentleman, I’d wait out in the living room. But when all I can think about is a stream of water running down her wet, naked body, and her hands running up and down certain areas to rub soap on herself...well...shit can you really blame me for choosing to wait in the bedroom? I figure if she doesn’t want me in there, then she can kick me out herself.
I head down the hall and stop in between the two bedrooms. Which one is hers? I open the door on the left and see that everything is neat, organized, and very high maintenance looking. Definitely not Mia’s room. I quickly close it and open the bedroom door on the right. This room is pretty bare. There’s a full bed and a nightstand, but those are the only pieces of furniture she has in here. Some of her clothes are strewn out over her bed and on the floor, including the outfit she was wearing tonight. She doesn’t have much stuff. Quite frankly, it looks like she’s living out of a suitcase.
The thought cuts me. What happened to her? All I want to do is take her shopping for a ton of new stuff so she has a full room that she can finally feel at home in. I have a feeling it’s been a while since Mia truly felt welcome anywhere. She deserves all that, and so much more. I’m going to give it to her. I want her to feel safe, settled, and comfortable.
I walk up to the bed and crawl across it. Once I reach the head of the mattress, I lay down on my side so that I’m facing the door for when she walks in. I pull out my phone and get on Facebook, while I anxiously wait for her finish showering.
Hearing the bathroom door open, I put my phone away, and prepare to give Mia my rapt attention. She doesn’t disappoint. She walks in wearing a tight, pale purple tank, and overly large charcoal sweatpants. Her hair is down, messy, and soaking wet. Fuck me, she’s insanely gorgeous, even in sweats. I swallow hard and feel my cock stir in my jeans. She freezes when she sees me, her face unreadable.
“What are you doing in here?” she asks, cautious.
“Raven told me I could wait out there or in here. Which one did you honestly think I was gonna go with?”
I prop my elbow on the bed and rest my head as I continue to drink her in. She just stands there quietly, eying me heatedly. I take the opportunity to play with her.
“See something you l
ike?” I tease.
“Yeah, actually. I do. I see something I really like,” she stresses.
Whoa. Not what I was expecting, but I can work with this.
“Is that so? What a coincidence. I also happen to see something I really like,” I say, eyeing her up and down.
She walks to the side of the bed, places both her hands on the mattress, and leans into me. She smells absolutely divine. Like strawberries and vanilla. I instantly want a taste, but refrain from touching her. She brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “I’ll give you a hint, what I see looks sexy as hell—especially on me. It smells so good, and heats me up in all the right ways. I’d probably get a little jealous if I saw it on anyone else, because it’s mine.” She slowly licks the outer shell of my ear and I about lose it. Yes. Hers. No one else.
I feel her pulling at something underneath my leg. I lift my body to help her out, and she grabs a black Pink Floyd hoodie and slips it on. “Mmmm, now that’s what I’m talking about,” she says, smelling the inside of the hoodie and exhaling in contentment.
What a naughty little tease.
I make a tsking sound as I bring both of my legs around the side of the bed and stand up in front of her. I grab her by the waist and launch her onto the bed.
“Ahh, Chase!” she exclaims. She hits the bed with a light thud and giggles. Quickly lifting herself up, she scoots back against the headboard.
I close the bedroom door and walk around to the end of the bed, placing my knee down. The mattress dips with my weight as I slowly crawl towards her. I grab her ankle, and pull her my way, until she’s lying flat beneath me. Her top rides up a little bit, and I can see a small, sexy patch of skin where her shirt ends, and the sweatpants begin. I lean forward and grab her hips to bring the spot of skin to my lips. She gasps as I lay the first kiss down. I continue to rain kisses all over her torso, over her shirt, and up her neck as if I’m worshipping her.
My fingers travel along the inside of her arms until I reach her palms and intertwine our fingers. I hover over her and pin her weight with my hips. Her gorgeous eyes are searing with desire and her breathing has picked up. I gently bite down on the top swell of her breast and suck. Mia moans and tries to buck her hips against me. She whines in protest when I block her. I’m guessing it’s been a while. I’m going to take my sweet time and torture her before I give her what she wants.
“Chase?” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Touch me,” she begs.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she says, her eyes filled with wonder.
I begin to trace my fingers down her body, over her clothes. She shakes her head back and forth, vigorously. I instantly stop and look up, feeling her out.
“No, under my clothes,” she says softly. Her cheeks turn pink and I know she’s embarrassed. We need to work on that right now. I’m going to make sure she’s never embarrassed to ask me for what she wants. If she needs something, I’m going to be the one to give it to her. I fist my hand in her wet hair and firmly hold her in place until she’s gazing up into my eyes. I need her to be in a better headspace before I can continue this.
“Mia, don’t ever be afraid or ashamed to tell me what you want, okay?”
She doesn’t say anything.
“Okay?” I nudge, gently.
She let’s out a nervous breath and nods. I’m going to make it my mission to fire her up so she’s no longer focusing on her nerves. I want her completely confident with me.
“Tell me what you want,” I command. My grip on her hair tightens and I bring my hand to cup her sex and tease her through her sweatpants. She let’s out a high-pitched, needy sound.
“Say it,” I demand.
“You,” she gasps. “I...I want you. God, please don’t stop,” she begs.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Be filthy and explicit.”
“I want you to take my clothes off and fuck me with your mouth.”
“Fuck what with my mouth?” I ask, my eyes burning with heat. I want to hear her say it.
Silence.
“Say it, Mia,” I challenge. I roll my hips into her and her eyes roll back in bliss.
“No,” she breathes.
Stubborn woman.
I slowly peel her pants off her to reveal a gorgeous set of tanned legs. She’s in sexy, black lace boy shorts, which just so happen to be my favorite. She probably thinks she’s getting what she wants without asking for it, but she’s wrong.
I swiftly bury my face in her panties and deeply inhale her scent.
“Ohmygod,” she gasps.
She smells like strawberries and vanilla all over since she just showered. My cock is literally throbbing in my pants as I lick and kiss the inside of her thighs. She’s lifting her hips, silently begging me for it, but she won’t get what she wants until she says it.
I place my mouth against her pussy and let out a heated breath, making her groan. She’s soaking wet. I can feel it right through her panties. She needs to say it soon because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out before I taste her. “Say it, baby,” I murmur against her.
“I need you,” she pants.
“Then say it.” I nip the inside of her thigh and she jerks.
“Fuck my pussy with your mouth and do it now,” she commands.
That a girl.
I eye her seductively, bite down on the top of her panties, and slowly slide them down with my teeth. She eagerly lifts her hips to aid my efforts and I use my hands to remove them the rest of the way. She’s stripped bare from the waist down and absolutely beautiful. She has a neat strip of trimmed dark curls and her pink folds are glistening with her arousal.
“Jesus, baby. You’re exquisite,” I praise, my eyes gradually roaming over her gorgeous figure.
She groans. “Please, Chase.”
“Shh, I got you.” I place both of her legs up over my shoulders. I pin her hips down to the bed with my hands, spread her thighs open, and leisurely lick her pussy. She tastes even better than I imagined. I tease her by stopping for a moment, and use my facial hair to tickle the inside of her thighs. I bring my fingers up to brush against the backs of her knees repeatedly. My hands lightly travel up the backs of her legs, over her thighs, and her eyes flutter like a pair of butterfly wings. I lift her hips to my mouth again, picking up right where I left off.
Just when I’ve fired her up enough to know she’s experiencing uninhibited, unabashed pleasure, I circle her clit with my tongue and give her all I’ve got. She’s gasping for air as I passionately hum and suck on her, sending vibrations up her body to drive her wild with need.
She’s so raw and incredible. My dick is straining against my jeans and it’s becoming painful now. I need to be inside of her but not before she finishes first. She writhing and panting as I continue my oral assault. She loves it—every fucking minute of it. And so do I.
She grabs two handfuls of my hair and tightens up as a mouthful of expletives leave her lips in ecstasy. This is it. I press down on her clit to apply just the right amount of pressure she needs, and I moan hard one last time. That does the trick. She finds her release and comes forcefully while I lap up every fucking drop.
She continues to writhe and convulse, but I don’t stop tasting her. Her senses are in overdrive, and soon it will be too much stimulation to bear. When I’ve had my fill, I pull back and watch her continue to come undone. Then our eyes lock; her look is intense primal, swimming in pleasure. And it’s in that moment that I realize, this woman fucking owns me.
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I’m tingling everywhere. I don’t know how else to explain it. My entire body is covered in goose bumps, and I feel light as a feather, like at any given moment, I could float away. My head is spinning and my body feels like one, giant puddle of sensation. I just experienced one of the hardest orgasms of my life, and the gorgeous man that gave it to me is looking down at me like I’m a goddess that walks amon
g men. It makes me feel powerful and sexy.
The bed shifts as he places his hands on either side of my head, supporting his weight above me. His sapphire eyes bore into mine. I feel like he can see me exactly for who I am—inside and out. It’s intense and unnerving, but for the first time in a very long time, I don’t feel the need to hide from it. This is the part where, metaphorically, I reach into my chest, rip my heart out, and hand it over to Chase, praying he doesn’t shatter it to pieces.
As if hearing my thoughts, he drops his face down so we’re nose to nose, and then tilts his head to seal his mouth over mine. I take a deep breath in through my nose, and wind my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I slip my tongue into his mouth and taste him like I’m committing him to memory. Every taste, every touch, and every sound is being seared into my brain.
I use my strength to roll us over so that I’m straddling him. My damp hair falls in a dark curtain around my face, and I slowly run my hands up and down his chest. He raises a tattooed arm and pulls down on the straps of my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. He takes a moment to enjoy the view before reaching around my back and dexterously unclasping it, freeing my breasts. The bra glides down my arms and falls to the bed. He sits up and tightly wraps his arms around my waist and tugs a hard nipple into his mouth. My head falls back and sharp sensations shoot off like fireworks down below.
I run my hands through his dark locks and grasp the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms up and I drag it over his head. I stroke his face and kiss his lips, his cheek, and his temple. I push him back down onto his back and remove my shirt, which is bunched up around my stomach. I’m now completely naked and wet for him. I bend down and trail soft kisses up his torso. His skin is hard, yet smooth, beneath my lips.
His breathing is shallow. I can tell from the hard bulge in his pants, that he wants this as much as I do. I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Grabbing onto the sides, I attempt to pull them off, but fail miserably. Figures.
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