My Forever (Our Forever Book 3)

by Elena Matthews

  “Chase,” I whimper, needing more.

  He lifts my sports bra over my tits, and I raise my arms as he pulls it over my head. His mouth lowers between the valley of my breasts where he proceeds to lick and kiss down my stomach and along my groin until he reaches my pussy. My hips rise of their own accord as his hot breath blows against my naked flesh, my clit tingling at the sensation. He stands to his full height, and I watch with hooded eyes as he lifts my leg and sets my foot against his chest, his callous fingers caressing up and down the smooth skin of my calf. I arch my foot until my toes point against his pec.

  “Are you not going to take off my pointes?”

  He shakes his head. “No, these stay on.”

  He presses a single kiss along my ankle, and I shiver at the tender moment, his soft lips creating a charge to hum through my entire body. He grasps my other ankle and lifts my leg up. His eyes travel up and down my body until he lingers at my vagina. He licks his lips, and slowly, he bends my legs at the knees and pushes them back until my feet are almost at my shoulders, his hands resting firmly against the backs of my thighs.

  God, the advantages of being flexible.

  Chase’s nostrils flare with arousal as he lowers his face down to my pussy. “I can’t stop thinking about the taste of your pussy. I need another taste,” he growls.

  Then, a second later, he buries his face against me, fucking me with his mouth like a savage, his tongue setting my clit alight again. Letting go of one leg, he brings his hand between my legs, and I almost shoot off the bed when he penetrates me with his thick finger. Keeping his mouth on my clit, he sucks the bundle of nerves into a frenzy while he finger-fucks me hard and deep, hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

  “Oh God, fuck me. Yes, fuck me,” I cry out, my entire body shaking with my near relief, every inch of my skin prickling with a million goose bumps, my pussy walls pulsating around his fingers.

  My eyes lock on to Chase, and his piercing stare is what sends me over. I watch him bring me to climax until it gets to be too much. I slam my eyes shut as I scream out his name, my fingers cramping from how tight I clutch hold of the comforter beneath me. “Chase!”

  I’m barely lucid when I feel his hands pull my legs back down to the bed, and he’s crawling in between my legs, his hard cock sliding along my swollen folds, his mouth slamming down onto mine. The pungent taste of myself on his lips awakens my senses, and I grip my hands in his hair and inhale his kisses like they’re pure oxygen. Our hips move together, and my back arches as he sinks inside me, my groans being swallowed up by his greedy kisses. He thrusts his dick deep inside me, and the way his barbell hits my G-spot drives me fucking crazy.

  “Chase,” I say against his lips, my tongue lashing against his.

  Before I can even blink, he flips me onto my stomach and lifts me up until I’m on all fours. Then, I’m rocked forward as he slaps my ass.

  “That’s for teasing me earlier,” he grunts before he lines himself up against my pussy and drives inside me, causing a yelp to leave my throat. Heat quickly swirls around us as he pounds me relentlessly, almost like a machine, hard and reckless.

  I fucking love it.

  “Kaelyn, Christ,” he growls as he fucks me, the sound of his balls slapping against me.

  I don’t know if it’s because I’m still swollen and sensitive from my last three orgasms, his impressive barbell or the fact that he’s fucking me like a goddamn madman, but it only takes several thrusts, and my pussy is clamping around his dick, my climax hitting me like a tidal wave as I come for the fourth time.

  “Ah! Chase, yes!” I scream as stars begin to fill my vision. It subsides a few seconds later just as Chase effortlessly lifts and spins me around and settles me on his lap.

  He pulls me flush against him, my legs straddling either side of his thighs, the feel of his heavy cock resting against my swollen pussy.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride me until I come in that sweet fucking pussy of yours.”

  I rake my fingers through his hair as his words send a tremor down my spine, directly to my clit that pulsates with need. My wild hormones turn up a notch, and without having to be asked twice, I grip hold of his cock, line myself over him, and plunge down on him, causing us both to groan at the impact. We watch one another as I ride his cock, his eyes dark with a mixture of lust and adoration. His hands grip my ass tight, his nails digging into my flesh, and the slight pain only fuels me on. I ride him faster, my hips moving at an intense speed, making his entire dick disappear with every drop.

  “Chase, yes, Chase,” I pant while Chase grits out with bared teeth, “Kaelyn, fuck.”

  Never wanting this to end, I begin to slow my movements, and when I do, the intensity builds until it feels like we’re the last two people on this planet. As our climax comes barreling toward us, the feel of falling overtakes my entire senses. When the explosion finally happens, pieces of our hearts collide, and our souls merge into one.

  “Chase!” I cry out, my entire body shuddering as I come around his throbbing cock.

  He clings to my body tight and buries his head into my breasts, grunting against my flesh as he comes with me.

  “Kaelyn, fuck, I love…” His words become murmured against my tits as he loses himself to his climax, his fingers grasping against my naked back.

  As we begin to come down from the best sexual experience of my life, we stay unmoving, our breathing harsh, our chests heaving with exertion.

  Splaying my fingers through his hair, grasping him between my fingertips, I gently pull his head up to look at me. “What do you love?” I ask, referring to his previous words, my speech breathlessly choppy.

  He blinks at me, and when he doesn’t answer, I decide to give him a reminder in the form of a slow kiss.

  Pulling back, I repeat my question, my voice soft, almost a whisper, “What do you love? You said the words, ‘I love,’ but I didn’t catch the rest. What do you love, Chase?”

  “You,” he states.

  And that single word causes my entire world to obliterate.

  “You love me?” I tremble, my heart skipping a beat, my veins flooding with all the feels.

  He grips me tighter to his chest and rests his head with mine. “Yes, I love you, baby. I think I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you again in that bar.”

  My breath catches at the back of my throat, my chin quivering with emotion. “Chase…I…what does this mean? With us…we…”

  He lets out a humorless laugh. “It means my life just got a little more complicated.”

  “Hmm, you can say that again,” I say with agreement, my voice light, smiling a little.

  “You deserve more than this though. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet…”

  “Yet it did happen,” I point out.

  He lets out a sigh, his warmth blowing over my lips. “I’m technically still married; my wife is dead yet alive, and I’m about to become a father to a kid that’s not even mine. Why aren’t you running for the hills? Why doesn’t my baggage scare you?”

  I smooth my hands up his chest and bore my eyes into his. “Because I fell. I fell deep and hard, and there is nothing that would chase me away from you. I love you.”

  A yelp leaves my lips when I’m suddenly being pushed on my back with Chase between my legs, his mouth on mine. My legs come up to rest around his waist, and I groan when he enters me again, his dick rock hard.

  Oh God.

  A second later, he wrenches his mouth from mine. “I don’t fucking deserve you,” he says before slamming his mouth back on mine, and he makes love to me one final time before we succumb to sleep.

  A while later, I wake up to a glorious sensation running up and down my back. I groan, stretching my incredibly achy limbs before turning my head to see Chase perched on his side, gazing at me, his hand caressing my back. I notice it’s not quite light out yet, so it must still be early.

  “Hi,” I greet with a sleepy voice.

  “Hi, beautiful.”


  I smile dreamily at his term of endearment, and I can’t resist leaning over and pressing my lips to his. Realizing I must have awful breath, I pull away. I feel his eyes run down my body, coming to a pause at my feet, and he chuckles.

  “You still have your pointes on.”

  Wondering why my feet felt a little weighed down, I glance down and see them in place, just peeking out of the sheets. Settling onto my side, I pull my leg high, stretching it and pointing my toe, giggling. “Oh, so I do.”

  Chase’s eyes widen at my move, and he murmurs, “Jesus,” under his breath.

  I let my leg relax and shift closer to him, making no attempt to remove them. Since Chase slid them on my feet last night, they felt like a second skin, and then the instant I began dancing again, it was as if I’d never stopped. Chase was right. Ballet is as easy as breathing for me, and the dance I’ve rehearsed so many times, to the piece of classical music I’ve adored since I was a child, came more naturally than exhaling. I truly believed for so long that my talent wasn’t good enough, but after the way I felt while dancing for Chase, the way his eyes followed my every move, seeming utterly captivated by the elegance and beauty that is ballet, I felt like I could conquer the world again. I hadn’t felt that rejuvenated since way before the pressure. The jealousy and cruelty of the world stole away my love for something, which, up until then, had been nothing but loyal to me. I haven’t worn ballet shoes ever since I walked away from ballet in New York, and every day since then, I’ve been walking around as if I were missing a limb. What I told Chase about ballet being like losing a leg is exactly what losing ballet was like for me, and having these pointes on again feels as if my limb has grown back, making me feel whole again. I spent years telling myself I was happy without ballet, but deep down, I knew it was bullshit, and if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t think I’ve been the same without it.

  “I don’t think I got the chance to say it properly last night, but you were amazing.”

  “What, the sex or the dancing?” I deadpan, smiling.

  “Well, both,” he says with a wicked grin. “But I was referring to the dancing. You were incredible. It was transcendent.”

  “I don’t know about that.” I brush it off even though dancing last night for Chase felt amazing.

  Invigorating.

  He brings me in closer to him before sweeping his fingers along my thigh and pulling my leg over his hip. “I do. I don’t know much about ballet, but seeing the way you danced was like pure poetry. It wasn’t just how you danced either but the aura that surrounded you. The magic that glowed from your very soul. It wasn’t that you’d always wanted to dance but that you were destined to dance.”

  “You really think so?” I ask just as a tingle erupts along my spine at the feel of his hand caressing over the curve of my hip.

  “Yes. You have the kind of talent that only very few are graced with. The kind of talent that the likes of Michael Jordan, Muhammad Ali, and Wayne Gretzky had.”

  “Who the hell is Wayne Gretzky?” I ask with a blank look.

  The look Chase throws me is one that says, Are you kidding me?

  “Only the best hockey player ever. Well, after me, of course,” he jokes.

  I laugh at his mocking conceitedness. “I love how you could only name athletes,” I tease.

  “It’s because sports is all I know.”

  “There are other greats as well you know, such as Beethoven, Michael Jackson, Stephen Hawking, Tom Hanks.”

  “You’re comparing yourself to Beethoven and Tom Hanks?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.

  I chuckle. “Well, obviously, no, especially not Tom Hanks. That dude is a fucking legend.”

  Chase nods. “Yeah, he really is. Did I ever I tell you I’ve met Tom Hanks?”

  I smack him in the chest, my mouth agape. “Shut up. No way!”

  “Yes. The team was staying in the same hotel as him one time, and I got on an elevator with him. I almost pissed myself.”

  I giggle, letting my head fall against his chest. “Oh my God, did he know who you were?”

  “Yes, that’s why I almost pissed myself. He’s such a nice guy. Anyway, we’ve gotten off point.”

  I pull back an inch, my hand absentmindedly caressing his shoulder.

  “We once spoke about our things, about what defined us…and I know, without a doubt, ballet is yours. Your gift was stolen from you, and I think it’s about time you took it back.”

  “Even if I could take it back, I missed my chance seventeen years ago when I walked away.”

  “You could teach it.”

  That suggestion actually makes me smile. My dream, after making it onstage, was to set up my own ballet school…but after I walked away, that dream died along with my first.

  “That was the original plan. To teach,” I tell Chase.

  “Then, teach. It’s as simple as that.”

  “I wish it were…but with the classes I’m already teaching, it’ll be hard to fit it in my schedule.”

  “Then, cut down on your other classes. I know you love teaching yoga, but yoga isn’t what’s in your heart. I know it. You know it.”

  I let my hand caress over his chest, my fingers brushing over the hard nubs of his nipples. “I love your enthusiasm, but I’ve only just found the courage to wear my shoes again. Baby steps.”

  “Says the girl who wore her ballet shoes to bed.”

  I let out a giggle. “That’s because you fucked me into oblivion last night. After the fifth orgasm, I was too tired to remember my own name, let alone take off my shoes.”

  He rolls me onto my back and climbs between my legs, his cock hardening against my bare pussy. “Try sixth orgasm. Although, if you’re up for it, we can go for a seventh?” he asks with a waggle of his brow.

  I slip my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me until our mouths are a breath away. “How did you manage over a year without sex, and now, you can’t even manage a few hours?”

  “Because I never had sex with you. Now that I’ve had a taste, you’re quite addictive. You’re all I want,” he proclaims before latching his lips to mine and kissing me, seemingly not at all fazed by my morning breath.

  I pull away. “Before you get carried away with orgasm seven, I just want to say thank you.”

  I run my pointes against his ass, and he shivers at the feel.

  “For what?” he asks with a slight shift of his hips, causing his dick to brush against my clit.

  Oh God.

  “For my ballet shoes, for believing in me, for giving me the push I needed to let ballet back in my life. You have no idea how it felt to dance again last night. I forgot how much I missed it. How much I needed that.”

  He smiles, caressing his thumb over my plump lips. “Maybe you can thank me by dancing for me again but, this time, naked.”

  I let out a laugh. “I don’t think I’d get far before you jumped on me. Ballet has very seductive moves.”

  “I’m up for a challenge, if you are.”

  I press my lips to his before a question pops into my head. I pull away an inch, smiling. “What about you? You figured out what your thing is yet?”

  He smiles, brushing his lips back on mine for a split second. “I think my thing is you,” he tells me.

  I melt against him as our lips meet again. As his cock pushes against the center of my pussy, the ringing of his phone on his nightstand stills us.

  He groans and gives me a regretful look. “Sorry, baby. I’d ignore it, but…”

  I throw him an empathetic smile. It could be about Olivia. “It’s okay. Answer it.”

  He reluctantly climbs off me, sitting on the edge of the bed, and as he answers the phone, I lie on my side and admire his incredible, naked form.

  “Hello?”

  Immediately, I know something is wrong when every one of Chase’s muscles freezes.

  “What do you mean, there’s a complication? What’s happened?”

  Gripping the comforter, I pul
l it over my body and shift closer to him.

  “Okay, but I thought she had two more weeks,” he says. “Of course, I understand. I’ll be right there.” When he hangs up, he grips his neck tight with his grasp and tilts his head to look up at the ceiling.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask after a few seconds of silence.

  He glances at me, worry etched in his eyes. “There’s been a complication. Olivia’s gone into labor, and basically, the baby is in a considerable amount of distress. They’re taking her down to surgery as we speak. Shit. I need to get to the hospital.”

  He shoots off the bed and quickly throws on some clothes. I yank my pointes from my feet and climb off the bed. Spotting a random T-shirt hung over a chair, I throw it on.

  “I’ll come with you,” I offer.

  He turns to me, his frantic eyes wide. “No, it’s fine. I can…”

  I step up to him and place my hand against his stubble. “I’m here for you, okay? I love you. Let me be with you.”

  He smiles before telling me, “I love you for it, but it’s probably best you stay here. Things are going to get complicated, and having my girlfriend there will only make things more complicated.”

  I nod with understanding even though his words sting a little. I can’t even enjoy the way he calls me his girlfriend because he says it like I’m a nuisance, like I’m a complication. It doesn’t quite sit right with me.

  Putting my hurt to the side, I tell him, “Okay…just keep me updated, okay?”

  “I will do.”

  And, with that, he leaves me alone in his bedroom, and the temporary bubble we were in quickly bursts.

  Just like that.

  Second Best

  Kaelyn

  I spend the entire day in a daze, waiting to hear from Chase, and when I don’t, I can’t help but worry. Even when I taught my classes, I hated that I wasn’t with him, not when I know what the birth of the baby means.

  I’ve never feared Chase’s beautiful mess, never felt the urge to run away from the shitty cards he was dealt, but I am left wondering if he will return as the same man, the man I spent last night making love to, the man who declared his undying love for me, the man I gave my heart to in the form of ballet. He’ll finally be saying good-bye to his first love, the mother of his child, and I can’t imagine that being an easy feat. I just hope, when he returns, he’ll keep me anchored to him and not push me away as he finally deals with his grief.