by Twyla Turner
His hand moved towards her inner thigh and Day started to struggle in earnest. She didn’t want him to find the evidence of her arousal. But he ignored her feeble attempts at getting free like she was nothing more than a child. And just like he had predicted, his fingertips came into contact with a single drop that was sliding down her inner thigh. Day watched humiliated, as Chase’s signature boyish smirk turned up one side of his mouth. She also saw the banked flames in his eyes, spark into wildfire.
Chase’s finger followed the path of that single drop, back up to her swollen labia. Her nether lips were drenched with her arousal and instantly coated his finger. He stroked his finger up the soaked folds and lightly grazed her hardened clit with the very tip of his finger.
“Chase!” She cried out as her body convulsed in response.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, threatening her with the loss of what he knew she wanted.
Day didn’t speak. She didn’t dare, or she’d start begging. She just looked at him with dark hooded eyes, her breath hitching on a sharp inhale. Chase flicked his tongue against her lips, right as he stroked up her folds and flicked her nub again.
“Ah…fuck!” Day bucked against his hand.
“I’ll only continue if you ask me to. I won’t be accused of taking without permission.” Chase taunted her.
“I’m m-married. And s-so are you.” Day said, not willing to say yes or no.
“That’s not what your pussy says. Nor my cock. But if that’s what you want.” Chase removed one hand from her aching cleft and the other released her wrists.
He stepped back and Day saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against his sweats, creating a tent. Her body hurt from the loss of his touch and she strained towards him. She wanted to scream at him to fuck her till she forgot everything, but the words were lodged in her throat. She may not have been able to speak the words, but her next actions spoke volumes.
Day reached out her hand and her fingertips grazed the tip of his erection through his pants. Chase hissed in response and his hips flexed forward instinctively. Day stepped towards him and slid her hands into the waistband of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. She pushed the material over and down his cock, careful not to bend it down unnaturally. Slowly, Day lowered her body to her knees in front of him.
“What are you doing?” Chase asked, his breath coming like he’d just ran a marathon.
In the past, Day had been too shy and unsure of herself to go down on him. She had always wanted to give him a blowjob. But the memory of Whitney being the first to do it and the fear of not being good enough in comparison had stopped her. She’d learned a lot since then with Rhys. In fact, she had become somewhat of a fellatio savant. She loved watching the reactions to what she was doing. And she was probably a quick study because she wanted to be good at it, after that traumatic experience long ago.
Day looked up at Chase but didn’t respond to his question. She just quirked up a brow as her tongue snuck out to taste the pearl of liquid that had gathered at the tip of his long, thick cock. The look on Chase’s face was priceless. His mouth popped open and he looked as if he was ready to drool in anticipation.
She raised his shaft up to his stomach and laved at the delicate skin of his sac. Day slowly and gently drew in one of his testicles into her mouth. A groan rumbled deep in Chase’s chest.
“Oh my God!” He gasped as she moved to suckle on the other soft egg.
Day stroked her tongue up his thick stem and swirled it around the head when she reached the top. The knuckles of Chase’s fist turned white as he clenched his hands tightly at his sides. Day bobbed her head slightly, taking him into her mouth shallowly at first. Then she took him down as far as he could go in her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and still had inches left to the base. Day brought up her right hand and wrapped it around him, using it to assist her with what she couldn’t do with her mouth.
She hollowed out her cheeks and took him down as she made a twisting stroke down his base. Chase’s legs began to tremble and his hips thrust forward uncontrollably. Sexy moans and grunts escaped his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Ah…fuck fuck fuck, Day!” Chase barked out. “Stop. Stop. Oh God, stop! I don’t wanna come yet.” Chase shouted as he pulled his cock from her mouth reluctantly.
His angry purple head cleared Day’s mouth with a satisfying pop. She wiped at her mouth and looked up at him seductively. Chase’s control snapped and he grabbed her from under her arms and tossed her on top of the kitchen table.
Chase was beyond the point of no return. Day had never given him a blowjob before. She’d always been too shy. But the woman that had nearly brought him to his knees was an expert. Chase blocked out all thoughts of how she’d become so good at it.
In fact, he didn’t even like the masculine nightshirt she wore, because he knew whose it was. Chase grabbed the material ripped it apart. The buttons flew in every direction as the shirt made a gratifying tearing sound. He pulled the tattered cotton away from Day’s body and threw it to the side. Her beautiful soft curves looked as if they were being presented to him as a feast, the way she sat proudly on the table. Chase was glad that she hadn’t lost her voluptuous body while she was away.
Day looked up at him, one eye covered by the sexy side-swept bang. Chase growled and his large hands dove into her silky straight hair. His short fingernails scraped along her scalp till he reached the back. He gripped the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back, forcing her face up to his. They looked at each other for a few tense seconds and then their mouths collided almost painfully.
Chase devoured her. Day grabbed at his ears and the back of his head, trying to pull him as close as she could. Their tongues fought for dominance in each other’s mouths. Chase bit at her bottom lip and Day gasped into his mouth. The kiss was desperate. There was no room for gentleness.
Chase pulled Day’s ass to the edge of the table. He lined up his throbbing cock with her pretty cunt and slammed into her with a ferocity that made her scream. His fingernails dug into the meaty flesh of her buttocks as he pounded into her relentlessly. He wrapped his hands around her neck and pressed her down to lie on the table. His grip on her tightened around her throat and Day reached up to clasp his hands.
The muscles of her inner walls started to expand and constrict around him. Chase doubled his speed and squeezed her throat tighter. Day tensed and then exploded, her pussy convulsed and splatted her come on his stomach. Chase released her neck to let her get in much-needed air. Her face was flushed and exalted, but he wasn’t done with her yet.
He wanted her to beg him to stop. They both wanted control of the situation. He may not win the war in the end, but he needed to be the victor of this battle. At this moment, he wanted her to need him.
Chase pulled out from her dripping channel and flipped her onto her stomach. Just her tiptoes touched the floor. He grasped both her wrists and pulled them behind her back, to hold with his left hand. With his right, he gripped his cock and rubbed the head along her drenched slit. Chase finally slid back in and his legs shook from the feel of her.
He held her down as he snuck balls deep into her over and over again. Her face laid flush against the table. Chase could see the mist from her breath fan against the wood grain with every cry that escaped her lips. He reached his hand around her, to her engorged clit and rubbed her creamy arousal over it. As he stroked into her warmth, he circled his finger over the hard button.
“Ahh…God! Chasechasechasechasechase!” She ran his name together like a mantra.
Her legs started to quiver against his as he continued to pump into her and stroke her sensitive clit. Her back arched and she came apart.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” She cried as her entire body shuddered this time.
Chase released her wrists and her arms flopped onto the table. He let her feet touch the floor before lifting her right leg up and onto his chest, spreading her wide in a standing split.
Day’s eyes widened in shock and trepidation. He wrapped one arm around her thick thigh and the other reached for her shoulder to hold her in place.
“Nonononono!” Day begged before he started to plunge into her at a punishing pace. “Fuuuuuuuck!”
The climax that had barely begun to fade resurged anew. Day’s pussy contracted around him again. They were both slick with sweat. Chase’s glistening ab muscles flexed. His scrotum was drawn up so tight, it was becoming painful, but still he waited. He continued to drive into her until she finally relented.
“Okay…okay! Please…please…please…please…please! I can’t take anymore!” Day cried, tears sliding down her cheeks.
At her words, Chase exploded with a roar. Continuous jets of built up come splashed against her aching walls. His cock pulsated and his spine tingled. He held perfectly still, feeling her pulse around him and letting her feel him throb inside of her.
Chase lowered her shaking leg and without his assistance, she started to collapse to the floor. With quick reflexes honed on the football field, Chase scooped her up and sat down with her on his lap. Her quivering thighs were slick with both their come and sweat, but Chase didn’t care as he cradled her to his wide chest.
With the fog of near maniacal passion and desperation lifted, Chase looked around them and chuckled deeply. The evidence of their crazed encounter was everywhere. He hadn’t even realized that his glass of milk and the plate of cookies had crashed to the floor. Day’s sweat soaked body had left streaks on the kitchen table. And the proof of their lovemaking had pooled on the floor.
“Your mom is going to kill us. We need to disinfect the table. Or I could just buy her a new one.” Chase cringed.
Day groggily lifted her head up from his chest and looked around them. Her hair was damp and plastered to her face. She could barely even keep her droopy eyelids open. Her limbs were like wet noodles. She looked a hot mess and Chase couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight.
“Oh God! I’m too exhausted to even attempt to clean it.” Day moaned and laid her head back on his chest.
“Well, we’ve got time to clean tomorrow before we go back to the hospital,” Chase suggested.
“Can I sleep now?” Day asked as she nuzzled further into his chest.
“Don’t you wanna clean up first? We’re a sticky mess.” Chase grinned against the top of her head.
“I can’t move.”
“I’ll take care of you,” Chase said sweetly.
He stood up with her still cradled in his arms and headed out the kitchen and towards the stairs.
“Chase! You can’t carry me up the stairs. You’ll throw your back out.” Day exclaimed as she started to squirm uselessly.
“Do you have any idea of the workouts we have to do to play football? I’m pretty sure, I got this.” Chase said confidently.
He took the stairs easily and carried Day into the bathroom. Chase sat her down on the edge of the tub. He turned the water on and adjusted the knobs to get the water at the right temperature.
“Do you think you can stand?” Chase asked.
“Hmm…maybe.” Day said sleepily, her jetlag really kicking in.
Chase helped her to her feet and she wobbled slightly, but was able to remain standing. He stepped into the tub with her and lifted the latch so the water sprayed out of the shower head. As quickly and gently as he could, Chase soaped and rinsed Day’s luscious body. In the process, he got hard again, but he ignored it.
Once he finished with her, he helped her sit back down on the edge of the tub and washed his own body while she swayed drunkenly. When he finished, he toweled them both dry and picked her up again to carry her to the spare bedroom with the bigger bed.
“Wait.” Day mumbled.
“What, Pretty Day?” He asked, using his favorite nickname for her.
“I need to put on lotion. I’ll be dry as a bone if I don’t. Can you do it, please?” Day pleaded like a little girl.
“You do realize that’s torture, right?” Chase frowned.
“Like what you did to me on the kitchen table?” Day tossed back.
“Well played, Day. Well played. Fine.” Chase huffed out as he grabbed the lotion off of the counter.
He carried her to his temporary room and laid her on the bed. He pumped some lotion into his hand and then rubbed his hands together. Chase began on her arms, smoothing the lotion over her soft skin. His big hands massaged her limbs slowly. He added more lotion as he went, rubbing it into her large breasts, soft tummy, and creamy shapely legs.
Day was asleep before he even moved to her back. Chase gently rolled her over and smoothed lotion on her back and over the round globes of her ass cheeks. Once he was done, he laid down next to her and pulled her into the circle of his arms. His thick erection cradled in between her ass.
He was okay with not getting any relief. He was just happy to have her in his arms again. He had no idea what tomorrow would bring, so Chase basked in the here and now with her soft body pressed against his.
Chapter 10
“Ungh! Chase!” Day cried as she contracted around him.
He stroked into her a few more times as he spooned her from behind. He finally reached his own climax, exploding inside of her. “Fuck, Day!” He barked out next to her ear.
They had made love a few more times throughout the night. Apparently, Chase couldn’t help himself. Day found him turning to her half asleep and sliding inside her welcoming heat. It was finally morning and he’d thought it was a good idea to have one last go at it before they started their day.
“Let me go get a towel,” Chase said, and then hopped off the bed. Obviously, he’d gotten his morning pick me up.
He came back a few moments later with a damp washcloth. Chase gently cleansed Day and cringed when she flinched.
“Sorry, Day. I guess I should’ve left you alone last night,” he said guiltily.
“Mmm…” Day stretched like a lazy cat. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Chase tossed the towel to the side and laid back down next to her. She turned on her side so that they could face each other. They took a moment to just look at one another, small smiles playing on their lips.
“God, I missed this!” Chase exclaimed.
“Me too.” Day smiled shyly. She hadn’t felt bashful in a long time, but for some reason, Chase brought it out of her.
“So how are things in London? Are you still playing?” Chase asked curiously.
“Things are good. I mean, at least career wise. “I’m playing with the London Philharmonic, which is one of the top orchestras in England. So it’s an honor and I’ve learned a lot.” Day smiled happily. “What about you?”
“No…no. Not so fast. You said career wise things are good. What does that mean?” Chase asked, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at her.
“It just means that my career is good.” Day hedged.
“And…” Chase coaxed.
“And my husband is too busy to spend time with me,” she said looking away.
“Wait a minute. He persuaded you to move to another country, away from me. To his homeland, I might add. And then he woos you because I’m sure he did. Marries you. And then ignores you? What kind of bullshit is that?” Chase asked indignantly.
Day shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. Rhys is kind of controlling and has to have his way in all things. I think it’s a requirement in order to be a conductor. He also enjoys the control he gets when he molds people into what he wants them to be. I was his pet project for a while. Now he’s molding someone else.” Day explained.
“Wait…he’s cheating on you?” Chase asked in astonishment.
Day gave his naked body a pointed look.
“I know. I know. We slept together when we’re both married.” Chase prefaced, before continuing. “But have you cheated on him before?”
“No.”
“Well, then I wouldn’t worry about.” Chase shrugged.
“Oh, because
two wrongs make things so right.” Day rolled her eyes at him. “What about you? Has your wife cheated on you?”
“Uh…I don’t think so.” Chase frowned as he thought about it.
“Then what’s your excuse?” Day asked sassily.
“Whitney is…is…a little frigid in bed,” Chase admitted grudgingly.
“Shocking.” Day deadpanned.
“So…what are you gonna do? Are you gonna go back to him?” Chase asked, unsure of himself.
“I don’t know yet. I could always leave him but stay with the Philharmonic. I have a good life there and I make good money. I can support myself.” Day thought out loud.
“You wouldn’t come back here?” Chase asked, sounding like a disappointed little boy.
“What? For you?” Day asked with a frown.
“Well, yeah.”
“Are you gonna up and leave your wife? Cause I’m not playing the other woman. And are you gonna come back to Chicago?” Day asked rapid fire. “Though I’m sure that San Diego has a lovely symphony, I highly doubt it’s on par with the London Philharmonic. That’s like becoming a major league baseball player and deciding you’d rather play in the minors. The Chicago Symphony would be my only option if I came back,” Day finished.
“I don’t wanna be that guy that bounces around from team to team. I’d like to finish out my career with San Diego, however long that is.” Chase said with a sigh.
“And your wife?” Day asked with a raised brow.
“Things with Whitney are complicated. She’s not someone you leave, without her putting you through hell and taking everything you have.” Chase admitted.
“Then there you have it. Both of us have things in our careers that we’re not willing to give up. And you have a wife you’re unwilling to leave. There’s nothing left to discuss.” Day said as she wrapped the sheet around her and slid out of bed. “Go back to you wife, Chase. And I’ll go back to London, once I know my mom is okay to be on her own. We’ll stay in our respective corners of the earth and look back on this moment fondly, to help us get through another shitty day.” Day said, grimly laying out their futures.