by Nikki Steele
What would I do without him? This beautiful man, his body, his soul. Because that was what gave me pleasure; the knowledge that this was happening with someone I cared for so much. There had been a connection between us from nearly the first moment. And it would end soon... but not yet. Not until we’d had one last time together.
His mouth roamed over my torso, down to the apex of my thighs. I edged my leggings down, making him laugh. I didn’t care. I needed more. I was burning for him.
He lowered both the leggings and panties for me, touching every bit of my skin before taking my ankles in his hands and pushing my legs back. This gave him access to all of me; he lavished attention on my throbbing flesh.
“Chase!” I cried out, gripping the back of his head as he drove me wild. Even the hard stairs pressing into my back didn’t matter—besides, it was hot, going at it this way. Being too overcome to make it upstairs.
The knowledge of how much he wanted me, and the skill he was using on me, grew my passion quickly. His hands were rough on my thighs, but his tongue was soft between them. I could feel each stroke, each time he buried himself into me, each time his tongue pushed and parted, and his lips kissed. Soon I was crying out in pleasure. And then the pleasure had me screaming. My thighs tightened around his head as I rode out my climax.
He grinned at me, and I responded by pulling him toward me. I lowered his pants, reaching my hand inside his boxers to take him in my hand. He groaned, thrusting gently against me. I licked his neck as he hovered over me, kissing every bit of skin my mouth could reach. His member throbbed in my hand, his groans getting louder the more I worked on him.
“Rachel... Rachel...” he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, needing to remember the sound of him saying my name as I gave him pleasure; the desire, the want in his voice.
He moved away, already on the verge. I got up, and he turned me until I was facing away from him. He positioned himself behind me, running the tips of his fingers lightly from the nape of my neck down to the base of my spine. I sighed, feeling little sparks of electricity shoot from his fingers through to my core.
Then his hand moved lower, reaching beneath me. I gasped, my back arching, and a long, low cry issued from my mouth, echoing off the high ceilings and paneled walls. I lifted one foot, resting it two stairs higher, giving him better access to me.
My reaction led him to stroke me rapidly. This was different to his tongue. His hands were rougher; a different type of pleasure, though just as good, just as exciting. He took a handful of my hair, pulling my head to the side so he could lick and nibble at my neck. I couldn’t believe how sexy this was—even having my hair pulled turned me on.
I was cresting before I even realized it, my eyes widening in amazement at the force of emotion Chase was capable of generating. I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered to me, urging me on, telling me how much he wanted it too. I was a gasping, shuddering mess as I succumbed to the shattering orgasm his hands had created.
I hadn’t even caught my breath before Chase positioned himself beneath me, his mouth taking the place of his fingers. I nearly screamed, the intensity of his tongue on my sensitive flesh almost too much to take. But I could take it. I liked it. I held on to the heavy bannister as he licked my most private of places, and by the time I felt his fingers slide into me, I was lost in sensation.
“Oh, Chase! Oh, my God! Don’t stop!” He heard me and responded with an even faster flurry of activity, until he took me over the edge again. I collapsed against the balustrade I’d been holding. His hand slid out from beneath me, giving me the chance to kneel while I recovered.
“Chase... you’re insane...”
I heard him chuckle. “I’m not finished yet,” he growled in my ear. The words made my heart race and my blood pound. I wanted more of him. As much as he wanted to give me, for as long as he wanted to give it.
Bravely, I lifted myself back up positioning myself, inviting him to take me. He stood behind, the heat from his body matching mine. I needed the blissful oblivion of him now, more than anything else.
I felt a presence as his body came closer. Then with one hand on my hips, he guided himself inside. In that first moment, when he entered me, I swear I saw stars. I cried out, near to tears from the thrill of his presence inside me.
Soon passion overtook us both. He began to drive himself in a slow, sensual rhythm. I ground myself back against him, matching his movements. His groans made me want to give back the pleasure he was giving, and I closed my eyes, wanting to imprint this moment in my mind forever. Chase, wanting me, taking me this way. Holding my hips as he drove himself into me, his pace growing steadily faster, the longer he went.
He picked up one of my legs, holding it out at an angle. He was in control and letting me know it. I handed myself over willingly. He went even deeper, his body slapping against my full hips with every thrust. I moaned, pushing against him, riding him as he rode me. Soon I was clamping down around him, my muscles tightening as I was overcome with my climax.
My cries filled the hall again. Chase slowed down, touching me everywhere, waiting until the force subsided before moving again inside me.
“Wait,” I whispered, “let me move.” My legs were shaking, still, with aftershocks. I rolled over onto my back, carefully positioning my body before taking him inside me again. This was better. I could touch and hold him, kiss him. I braced myself, my feet on one of the lower stairs, thrusting my hips against him as he rhythmically rocked into me. I held him close, one hand on the back of his neck, the other roaming over his back and butt. My nails dug into firm muscles, pulling him closer, wordlessly asking for more. Harder. Deeper.
He pushed himself up on his hands, looking down at me. I strained, reaching up for a kiss. Our mouths met, brushing against each other gently before pressing more urgently together. I wanted to lose myself in his kiss. I wished I could push the rest of the world aside forever and freeze this moment of total closeness. We were together, and that was all that mattered.
He buried his face in my throat, crying out as his thrusts became faster; frantic as his release approached. Mine built too, racing toward me. I met it gladly, wrapping my legs around Chase as I shook in his arms. Together we climaxed, crying out as he fell onto me.
I held him, staring up at the ceiling far above us. One tear rolled down my face as I stroked his hair, his back. Kissing his neck, his shoulder, holding him one more time in this perfect, beautiful moment.
“I love you,” I mouthed, needing to say it but terrified of having him hear—it would only hurt him more. “I love you,” I mouthed again. I wiped away the tear, not wanting him to see me cry like this.
He pushed himself up, smiling down at me. “Wow,” he whispered.
“Tell me about it. That was insane.” Maybe not as crazy as doing it on a Broadway stage, but a first nonetheless.
He rolled over, lying beside me on the stairs. “Ouch,” he muttered. “This seemed hot at the time.”
I giggled. “There was no way I was stopping, no matter how hard it dug into me.” We laughed softly together, then only the sound of our heavy breathing could be heard.
I looked over at him, so desperately sad that this moment—our moment—was coming to an end. He didn’t know it yet. But I had to tell him.
He must have felt my stare, turning his head to face me. “Rachel? You don’t look the way I’d expect you to look right now.” He grinned, winking.
I had to smile. “You’re right. I should be glowing in post-coital bliss.”
“At the very least.” He leaned toward me, reaching for another kiss.
I pulled back. “Please, hand me my clothes,” I said, reaching for them.
“What’s the matter?” He handed them over, concern etched on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You’ve never done anything wrong. Trust me.” I stood, dressing quickly. “But we need to talk.”
I looked away, flushing. “In fact, we really should have done it be
fore... well, before we did this.”
He sat up. “So what is it? Don’t you believe that I love you?”
I shut my eyes tight, pushing down the pain in my chest. Why did he insist on making this so much more difficult than it already was for me?
My chin trembled. “I believe it, and I need you to believe that you mean the world to me. These last few weeks have been the happiest of my life—when we were together anyway.”
“I feel the same way. No matter what, from now on we’ll get through it together,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, not this. That thing I had to tell you, Chase. It’s still there.”
He stood up, pulling me toward him. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.”
I wanted to be held by him. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. But instead, I pulled away. “Not this. Anything else, I’d believe. But this... no amount of money, or love, or sex will solve this problem.”
“What could possibly be so huge?” he asked, confused.
“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I blurted.
“What do you mean? Lied about what?”
This was it. The moment all the color in my world drained away, and I was left living in black and white. “I’m pregnant, Chase. And the baby isn’t yours.”
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