The Therapist (7) (Chase Walker)

by J. A. Belfield

  As soon as he had Abi’s chin directly beneath the V of his groin, he relaxed his hold on her. Pressed both palm into the pillows above her head. Shifted his knees back just enough to alter the angle of his crotch. And a slight tilting of his hips took the swell of his throbbing cock to within an inch of the mouth he’d been dreaming about fucking.

  For the first time since the session had started, Abi’s gaze seemed distracted from meeting his. From the lowered state of her lashes, he guessed she held about as much awareness of his erection as Chase did.

  “This position gives me a lot more control than it does you.” He had no idea how he continued to talk.

  He also had no idea when he’d switched from generic references to inserting himself and Abi into the equation.

  “You like control,” Abi said, her voice a mere murmur.

  “Yes, I do. And when the positions are reversed …” He rolled from over her. Lying back against the mattress, he beckoned to Abi, and as soon as she’d gotten onto her knees, Chase slid her closer to him. Over him. The entire time watching the nervous twitch of her lips—like she didn’t know what to make of the game they were playing, but she liked it.

  And they were definitely playing at something. Chase just didn’t know which one of them led. Or which of them followed to see where it could go.

  “Higher,” he ordered, when she stilled with her knees tucked against the sides of his ribcage.

  Holding his arms and shoulders in tight to his chest allowed her to shuffle closer to his face.

  It also allowed his knuckles to brush against her wet undies, and he had to bite down on a dark chuckle of fucking glee at the jolt of her body.

  “Keep coming,” he said, trying his damnedest not to grin like a fricking moron at the way her hands slapped down above his head. The way her hips shimmied over his shoulders.

  Her skirt held just the right length that when she breached the tip of his chin, it merely tickled his flesh with the swaying of her hips. Holding his breath, he kept his gaze riveted on her face, as she covered the final inch until only Chase’s eyes peeked from beneath fabric, while his mouth breathed in the very essence of her pussy like he could taste it from scent alone.

  He had to lick his lips to get them to work. “As I started saying … reversing positions gives you all the control.”

  “Something you don’t like so much.”

  He studied her for a moment. She seemed so much more open to stating her opinion than usual. And Chase was pretty sure he liked it.

  “I wouldn’t exactly say that.” In fact, knowing it was Abi’s pussy hovering in prime position for pouring cum down his throat, Chase decided he did like it. A lot. “You control when you lower your … sex to my mouth.” He wondered if she even noticed the almost unconscious lowering of her pussy toward his parted lips. “You control how much pressure there is between your pussy and my mouth.” Again. She fucking did it again. Hell, even her arms trembled against the top of his head like she struggled to keep herself away. She’d be full-on sitting on his face if she kept it up. “You control the angle of the caresses. The licks. The sucking of your clit. You control every damned thing about the partnering, Abi.”

  Her cunt dropped over that final gap, and like he had no control over his actions, Chase darted out his tongue and took that fucking taste he needed.

  Hoping she wouldn’t notice made him an idiot, because Abi’s sharp gasp pierced the room as she jerked back from him like she’d been electrocuted.

  For five, long seconds, he and Abi stared at each other, his hands itching to slide right up under her skirt, grab her arse, and yank her back to him.

  Above him, the placement of her arms pushed her breasts forward, making Chase all too aware of how heavily she breathed. And all Chase could think about was, if a tiny, stolen taste set her breathing so erratic, how hard would shoving his tongue into her cunt have her panting?

  With her skirt still covering most of his face, she wouldn’t see his tongue sliding across his lips, or the smile teasing at the corners of his mouth as the shock in her eyes un-misted, leaving only a very clear desire in its place.

  “There are a lot of positions for this,” she said, breaking the stare-down. Her voice sounded as husky as he’d expected it to.

  “There are probably a whole lot more,” he said. “All anyone has to do to find them is be open to ideas and experimentation.”

  “Are we experimenting?” Her tone made the questions sound like a flirt but inexperience got in the way of her pulling it off.

  Chase’s cock still pulsed hard, his hips twitching upward like he had no control. “Not today,” he said, questioning his own wording as soon as it was out. Like only ‘today’ stood in the way of pursuing all the Abi scenarios he kept in his head, as if ‘tomorrow’ the rules would be different and he could fuck her as high as the heavens and make her scream his name until hoarse. He had to mentally shake his head clear before continuing, “But there is one more position we’re going to cover before we wrap up.”

  Her lips curved slightly. Like she was glad the session wasn’t about to end.

  “The next position allows the involvement of both …” … of us … “parties.” Chase loved that she hadn’t bothered moving away to listen, but just stayed there with her chest hovering above his face, and her pussy slowly sinking back down just below his chin. “It allows both …” …of us … “parties to receive the pleasure while giving it.”

  When she still didn’t move, he breathed out a low laugh. “This isn’t the position we need to be in for it, Abi.”

  Her eyes sparked as that colour shot back over her cheeks, and pushing against the pillows, she lifted her leg from over him until she knelt at his side. “Where do you want me?”

  Anywhere and everywhere, balanced on the tip of his tongue. “Depends.” Flexing, he sat up and offered a small shrug. “Do you want to be on top, or bottom?”

  “What’s the difference?” she asked.

  “One allows you the most control. The other—you relinquish some of that control.” He probably should’ve explained which position covered what, but the dark side of his brain that craved what he shouldn’t have didn’t want her to choose the easy option. While having her pussy pressing against him had been fucking awesome, it didn’t quite compete with the absolute hotness leaning over Abi would produce, knowing he had her exactly as he wanted her.

  Would want her.

  If he could even have her.

  Which he couldn’t.

  Kicking his stupid voice of reason out of bed, he studied the shifting expressions on Abi’s face as she seemed to give the decision serious consideration. Her brows bunched inward. Her eyes, while managing to stay on him, flickered side to side.

  After a few shuddering rises of her chest, she said, “Bottom?” like she didn’t quite understand what she was letting herself in for.

  And she didn’t—or wouldn’t, if they planned to actually go ahead with fucking the fuck outta each other’s faces. Which they weren’t.

  Nodding, he thumbed toward the bed. “On your back, then.” His deepened tone made the direction sound a whole lot dirtier than it was.

  Without argument, she tipped herself into her butt and unrolled herself over the mattress. “Like this?”

  He waved toward the foot of the bed. “Farther down,” he said. Holding up a hand, he stopped her about halfway, her calves just about overhanging the bottom lip of the mattress.

  With her head tilted up, she stared at him as if seeking approval, and Chase had to drag his focus away from how the position raised her hips from the blanket a little, how even the dipping down of her shoulders did shit to disguise the rapid rise and fall of her chest. It also did absolutely nothing to hide how fucking deliciously dishevelled she looked in comparison to when she’d first stepped into the room.

  Her hair still clumped together some where his fingers had taken hold. Her clothes scarcely covered where she’d probably hoped they would when she
’d dressed that morning—like she no longer cared that the button attempting to contain her breasts barely clung to its partnering hole. Or whether, or not, her skirt covered her ass. Hell, even an inch of her stomach showed between the two halves of her clothing. Almost as if, since the beginning of her session—since the beginning of all her sessions—whatever barrier she’d placed between them had suddenly been smashed down.

  Though, maybe sitting on a guy’s face, however briefly, could have that affect.

  And he was staring.

  Giving his head another sharp shake, Chase got to his knees and manoeuvred until kneeling behind Abi’s head. As he did so, her gaze followed him, and she peered up and back at him as he continued to stare down at her.

  “Welcome to the sixty-nine,” he said, before stretching his way over her torso until his chest hovered over her stomach, his cock over her face, and he had a prime view of her pussy folds through her increasingly translucent underwear.

  Almost unconsciously, her legs relaxed to the sides. As if those instincts of hers were once again putting in an appearance.

  “As I said …” His gaze latched onto a fresh spill of wetness across the cotton covering her cunt. “This position allows both of us to give and receive pleasure.”

  Her heels scraped across the bedding. Toward her arse. He watched as the action took her knees high, lifted her pelvis. When they ceased moving, her thighs wavered close enough for him to rest his head against, and he had to wonder over the point of the shift. Had she done it with intent?

  Because on any other woman, he’d have seen that as invitation.

  On Abi, he had no fucking idea what to make of it all.

  The softest of touches feathered over his cock, and Chase nearly shot off the bed with how hard he jerked.

  Tucking his chin in tight, he peered between the length of their bodies—and his frown slammed down on seeing her hand poised a needlepoint away from his zipper.

  He opened his mouth, his lips even began forming the question, but his gob crammed closed when she took hold of his belt and unfed it from the buckle. It was like his mouth had even less sense than his brain did, as though seeing where the hell she might be going was a good idea.

  It wasn’t.

  It was a really fucking stupid idea.

  So, why the hell couldn’t he get his damned voice to protest, or his body to move away.

  Probably because his dick was chuckling his ugly little head off in devious glee.

  The leather of his belt hung in front of Abi’s face in two halves. “My friend told me about this position,” she quietly.

  Chase probably should’ve answered. Hell, even something like, Oh, yeah, what’d she tell you? would’ve been better than his mute staring from his rigid body that suddenly felt alive with an anticipation he had no right to be feeling.

  “I wondered if you would show it to me,” she continued.

  The buzz of his zip cut through the air, and he finally got his act together enough to ask, “Abi, what are you doing?” Arousal thickened his voice as much as it did his cock. Arousal from what, though? She’d only undone his trousers, for frick’s sake.

  “I need to understand what it’s really like. With someone I trust.” Again with the soft voice. “I want to know.”

  His cock acted like it wanted to K.O. his boxers out of the way at her words. His teeth ground beneath the effort of remaining still. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”

  His cock probably wanted to punch Chase in the head, too—just to shut him up.

  “I have to be ready,” she said.

  The wedding. Right. How could he forget about the fucking wedding?

  Yet, when her hands edged beneath his clothing, gliding against his bare skin beneath, Chase about forgot his own name.

  “Abi …”

  Cloth rubbed against flesh, as she pushed his clothing down just enough to release him. Between their bodies, Chase could see the length of his overexcited cock bouncing down above Abi’s face.

  It took all his resolve to tell her, “This isn’t something you want to do now. Here.” With me, he almost added. No matter how much Chase wanted to do it himself.

  Her breath washed over him, setting his nerve endings aflame. Her fingertips teased at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

  One breath—slow, steady. A lot steadier than he’d have ever expected from her.

  Two breaths.

  Three.

  “I do.” Though she spoke scarcely above a whisper, Chase heard her just fine.

  “You should think it through,” he said, closing his eyes against the torture of having to say that.

  Why the hell was he trying to talk her out of what he craved. What he needed. He’d never be questioning it if it were another client lying beneath him.

  Though, any other client, and he’d have never gotten into the sixty-nine with them to begin.

  “I did,” she said. “I thought about it all week, since Rebecca told me about it.”

  All week? A part of him wondered who, exactly, she’d placed in each scenario her mind had toyed with.

  “I’ve thought a lot about what it would be like,” she said, her voice bordering on sultry, leaving Chase wondering if her desire to continue truly did match his own. A single fingertip stretched up and brushed over the head of his cock, making it twitch, the ease with which it slid across his flesh telling him he’d already leaked some pre-cum. “I’m ready to find out.”

  His focus downright refused to shift when her tongue poked from between her lips and headed for the tip of his hardened length. The instant it made contact, a tiny groan eked out on his released breath.

  “Abi …”

  Her tongue shot out again, less hesitant, expanding to its full length as she curled it beneath the underside of his shaft and licked over his swollen head. Pausing, she asked, “Is this right?” For the first time since she’d shocked the hell out of him, she sounded unsure.

  That probably should’ve been where he took advantage and told her if she had to ask, she wasn’t ready—or some other bullshit to stop her roaming along a path that would probably be too rocky for her. Completely shunning the practical side of his brain, he murmured, “Anything that involves your mouth and my cock cannot possibly add up to anything less than right.”

  She released an audible sigh, one that blasted his flesh with heat and had his cock jumping about again. “Okay,” she whispered, almost to herself, and wrapping a hand lightly around his rigid shaft, she licked at him again.

  At which point, Chase swayed on his limbs and had trouble swallowing.

  Lick after lick, she treated his cock like her personal treat. Lick after lick, Chase’s hips jerked toward her in search of the next tonguing.

  Abi had come to his clinic claiming to be as green as the grass at Hampton Court Palace. Chase didn’t, for a second, doubt that to be true, but damn, she slathered that tongue of hers around his shaft like she’d spent her life eating ice pops—because she might have been a fucking pro, for the trembling reaction of Chase’s body.

  He couldn’t be sure when his head lifted and rested against her inner thigh. When his breaths had deepened until they bordered on rumbling growls blowing past his lips.

  He also couldn’t be sure when his hips had struck up a rhythm of thrusting and grabbing any attention he could get.

  What he did know for certain, though, was the exact moment her lips yielded beneath his demands and his cock sank straight into the depths of her heated wet mouth. And Chase had no fucking chance of restraining his groan at that point. Certainly no chance of holding his shit together.

  The deeper he plunged into her mouth, the less he felt the feathering of her fingers across his shaft, until they brushed across his leg and both her hands moulded around the backs of his thighs.

  Like she’d given him control—not that Chase even knew what that was anymore.

  Like she’d surrendered her mouth to his needs.

  As if sh
e’d also surrendered to her own needs, her hips began the slow pattern of rocking he’d seen from her before. Seen from her whenever she’d sought pleasure, the answer to her desires.

  Dropping down to an elbow, Chase stared at the swelling of her soft mounds against the restraining cotton. Stared at the outline of her clit and imagined it clawing its way free in search of his attention.

  Would it really hurt to touch? Just once?

  As he rubbed a finger lightly over the fabric of her underwear, even more juices spilled from her, and Abi released a low groan that vibrated along the length of his shaft.

  Fuck. He had to clench his everything to stop himself from leaping off her, spinning her the hell over, and fucking the holy shit out of her virginal cunt.

  Except, staying where he was kept that pussy flashing up at him like damned bait, and before he could talk himself out of it, he dipped his mouth toward where she begged to be sampled. To hell with his control. To hell with holding back. Chase had done little but fantasise over Abi since the first day she’d stepped into his office, and with her finally laid out beneath him, offering a taste, he was damned well going to take it.

  The moment his lips folded over the cotton of her undies, fingertips dug into his thighs and a muffled whimper carried over. His lids lowered as he ducked in for another taste, a quiet mmm humming up from his chest. Even with the blockage of fabric, Chase had no trouble capturing the sweetness of her essence. Had no trouble working his tongue between her folds, dipping into where cum dripped out from her. His hips still moving, his cock throbbing against the insides of her oral heat, Chase shifted back enough to pluck at her stiffened clit with his lips, smiling around the eager bud when her entire body seemed to jerk it closer toward him and the first scrape of her nails grazed his flesh.

  Unable to help himself, he brushed his hand along her inner thigh. Closer. Closer to her heat, her evident pleasure. Because he needed to touch. Just one touch. Needed to feel how wet she was, dammit. And when her mouth clamped tight around his cock and she tried her first real suck of the session, Chase’s eyes damned near rolled in his head, his lids flipping up as his groan broke out, and he decided there and then he was done with pissing about. Decided there and then that he would fucking touch Abi, even if it was the only time he ever got to do it. Even if she never stepped foot into his practice again, it would’ve been worth it.