by Nikki Ash
“You kissed me last night when I brought you dinner,” I point out, playfully rolling my eyes, but deep down secretly loving that he’s implying he missed me while he was gone.
“And then I had to go sixteen hours without doing it.” His hazel eyes lock with mine. “A couple friends of mine are barbecuing at the beach. I think Alec and Lexi might swing by later. Wanna go?”
“Sure, just let me change into my swimsuit and then I’ll be ready to go.”
After stopping by the store to pick up some drinks and snacks, we head over to Venice Beach. It’s a beautiful day, but hot, so I’m thankful I snagged Lexi’s umbrella she left at the condo when she moved out. I strip out of my cover-up and shorts, leaving me in only my pink and black striped bikini, while Chase digs a hole and sets up the umbrella. Once he’s done, I lay a blanket under it. He introduces me to a couple of his friends I haven’t met yet, but most of them I already know from the fire station, and then we settle on the blanket in the shade. He removes his shirt and I notice, unlike his friends, he doesn’t have a single tattoo on him.
“What?” he asks, when he catches me checking him out.
“You don’t have any tattoos.”
“Neither do you.” He takes my hand in his and absently plays around with my fingers.
“I want one.”
“Yeah? What would you get?” His fingers trail over my palm and up the inside of my wrist. I’ve noticed that when we’re together he likes to touch me. His hands are always on me in some way. And when I’m talking, he always pays full attention to me. I like that.
“I don’t know. Something meaningful since it’ll be on my body forever.”
“That’s why I haven’t gotten one. Growing up everyone in my neighborhood was covered in them. Usually shitty ones done in dirty basements.” He cringes. “I told myself I wouldn’t get one until I had a damn good reason to. Guess I just never had one.”
“That makes sense.”
His phone dings with a notification, which reminds me… “Lexi showed me something earlier… on Facebook.”
He doesn’t even look at his phone, instead focusing on me. “Oh yeah? What did she show you?” The way one side of his mouth is quirked up tells me he knows exactly what she showed me.
“Your relationship status.”
Chase’s grin widens. “That I’m in a relationship with you.”
“Is that what we are? In a relationship?”
“Damn right, we are.” He pulls my face close to his, and his mouth connects with my own. “You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “And I’m yours.” He closes his mouth over mine in a searing kiss that matches the tone of his words.
I’m his.
And he’s mine.
I like the sound of that.
“Get a room!” someone shouts, forcing us to break apart.
“Go on a date with me tonight,” he says, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. He’s still holding me, refusing to let go, and my mind is all over the place.
“Why?” I blurt out.
His brows furl. “I thought we just covered this… we’re in a relationship. That means you’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend.” His face breaks out into a sexy boyish grin and I laugh, realizing he has me so all over the place I didn’t finish my question out loud.
“Not why are you asking me out… Why did you change your mind about wanting a girlfriend?”
“You did,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “I couldn’t see myself putting my heart back out there again, risking someone hurting me, until you.”
I swallow thickly at the seriousness of his words. “Thank you,” I tell him, not caring that we’re having this conversation on the blanket at the beach, surrounded by his friends. “I’ll be careful with it.”
“I know you will. Now, how about that date?”
“A date sounds perfect.”
Chase
“Screw the date. Let’s stay home.” I’m only half serious. The half that’s staring at Georgia, dressed in a sexy beige off the shoulder dress that stops mid-thigh and shows off every one of her perfect curves.
Georgia’s eyes go wide, not picking up on my joke. “Why? What happened?”
I cut across the room and pull her into my arms. “You look too damn good. That’s what happened.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, not wanting to mess up the shiny lip gloss shit she’s wearing. Later, I tell myself. Later, I’ll mess that shit up.
“You’re so cheesy.”
“I’m dead serious.” I glide my hands down her hips. Touching Georgia has become my favorite pastime, an addiction of sorts. She’s soft and smooth and everything about her is so damn perfect.
“Let’s go, silly!” she says with a giggle. She steps around me and I have the pleasure of watching her ass sway from side to side, her heels clicking across the wood floor, as she walks over to the front door.
“You coming?”
I quirk a brow, letting her comment settle in for a moment. Of course, she doesn’t catch on because she’s too damn innocent.
“Yeah,” I say with a laugh. “I’m coming.”
Twenty minutes later we arrive at Salvatore’s, a small Italian restaurant on the beach that’s reservations only. The hostess shows us to our table, which is outside, then leaves us with our menus. There are four chairs, and knowing I’m going to want to touch Georgia, I sit in the one diagonal from her instead of across.
“I’ve never been here,” she muses, glancing out at the water. It’s early fall, so there’s a slight chill to the air. Not enough to be considered cold, but enough to make it nice out.
“A friend of mine owns the place.” It’s how I was able to get a last-minute reservation. “We grew up in south LA together.”
Georgia smiles. “Does your mom still live there?”
“Yeah, she won’t move away from there. It’s the last place my sister lived.”
Her smile fades. “I’m so sorry about your sister. I can’t even begin to fathom what it would feel like to lose my sister.”
Not wanting the night to take a sour turn, I shake my head. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Don’t do that,” she says, taking my hand in hers. “I don’t just want the good, the fun… I want all of you. The ugly, the scary, the shitty. I want it all.”
Fuck, this woman. I raise her hand and kiss the tops of her knuckles. “Thank you.”
We spend our date going from topic to topic. We talk about our pasts, our families, what we want for our futures. We laugh and joke and it’s obvious the chemistry between us is there. The entire time we eat and drink and converse, we touch each other. I learn I’m not the only handsy one in this relationship, and I love that she can’t keep her hands off of me.
It’s honestly one of the best dates I’ve ever been on, and I know it’s because it’s with Georgia and what we’re doing here is real. I spent the last year faking it, thinking it was the way to go about getting over the shit that happened with my ex-wife. But all I was doing was hiding behind a bunch of fake as fuck hookups. I don’t regret it because they led me to this moment, but looking back I could’ve handled it better.
After we share a slice of cheesecake for dessert, I suggest we go for a walk on the beach.
“Actually,” Georgia says, swiping her tongue across the seam of her lips. “I’d rather finish this date at home.” Her green orbs burn into mine, and she doesn’t have to tell me twice.
“Check, please!” I yell jokingly, making her laugh.
The second we’re through the door of the condo, Georgia’s arms go around my neck and I lift her off her feet, carrying her to her room. I drop her onto the bed and then take a moment to look at her. The way her hair is splayed out across her pillow as she looks up at me with her trusting emerald eyes and her perfect, pink, kissable lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her mouth curls into a shy smile. “Come kiss me.”
“I will, but first I want to explore.” Once my m
outh touches hers, it’ll be damn hard to stop.
After kicking my shoes off, I remove her heels, then kiss the instep of each of her feet. I trail kisses up her smooth, tanned legs, nip playfully at her hips through the material of her dress, and then settle over her.
I kiss my way along her neck, until I get to her pillow soft lips. Our mouths finally connect and my body sighs against hers. I could stay like this, kissing her, touching her for hours, maybe even days.
“Touch me, please,” she murmurs against my lips. Her words are so soft, so shaky, I almost don’t hear them.
“Where?” I ask, knowing our levels of experience are way the hell different and not wanting to take this anywhere she isn’t ready for.
I open my eyes to wait for her to answer and hers pop open as well. For a moment, we just stare at each other. She licks her slightly swollen lips, which was caused from our kissing, and then says, “Anywhere… Everywhere.”
Her legs tighten around me and I stifle a chuckle. She’s turned on and is craving a release. “It would be my pleasure.” I sit up and rake my gaze down her body. “Turn over.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but then she does as I asked, flipping onto her belly and exposing the zipper that starts at the top of her dress and continues to just above her ass.
I pull the zipper slowly down, exposing her flesh. “It’s like unwrapping a birthday present,” I muse. Georgia shakes her head but doesn’t say a word.
When the zipper hits the bottom, I pull the dress apart. Her skin is smooth and flawless, a couple freckles peppering her shoulders. I lay a kiss to each of her shoulder blades before I unclasp her bra. Her skin smells sweet. The same scent she always wears. It’s a smell I’m finding myself craving all the time.
“Lift up,” I tell her, leaning over her and kissing the shell of her ear.
She does so, and I pull her dress and bra down her body, leaving her in only a nude thong. Unable to help myself, I take a playful bite out of her ass cheek, making her yelp.
“Sorry, it just looks so damn delicious.”
Before she can come up with a comeback, I massage the globes of her ass, causing her to release a moan. “Be right back,” I tell her.
I hop off the bed and find her lotion in the bathroom. When I return, she’s still in the same position. I squirt some into my hands and then begin to massage her shoulders. They’re tight, telling me she’s nervous. She’s never exposed herself to a man like she’s doing right now, and I don’t take that shit lightly. I have no doubt when she asked me to touch her, she was expecting me to get her off, but I want more with Georgia and I need her to understand that. I want to make her feel good, and not just sexually.
As I massage her back and shoulders, the tension in her body slowly, little by little, bleeds away. When I work my way down to her ass, she tightens up momentarily, but then quickly relaxes.
Spreading her legs slightly, so I can kneel on the bed, I massage the globes of her perfect ass. She’s toned and tight all over from jogging daily. She loves to eat, but she also loves to work out.
I dip my head and give the area I bit earlier, a kiss. She squirms slightly and when I look up, I catch her glancing back at me with lust-filled eyes.
Shocking the shit out of me, she spreads her legs wider, making it clear what she wants. But I’m not going to let her get away with keeping her mouth closed. She does that too often. But not with us. I want her thoughts, her words. “What is it you want?”
“I already told you. For you to touch me… everywhere.”
I smirk. “Where exactly?”
She glares. When I quirk a brow, refusing to let it go, she releases a harsh breath then whispers, “My… pussy… please.”
I chuckle softly. “So polite.”
Gripping her thighs, I spread them farther, then run my fingers along the crack of her ass and then between her folds. I dip a single finger inside and find she’s soaked.
“Turn over.”
She does, exposing her perky tits, toned stomach, and neatly trimmed pussy. There are so many places I want to touch, kiss, lick, fucking worship, but before I can do any of that, I want to get her off. She’s back to being wound tight, and I prefer it when she’s relaxed.
And I know just the way to make that happen. Since she’s a virgin and has never been properly taken care of, I focus on her clit. Using her juices, I massage soft circles across her swollen, needy flesh. Her eyes go wide, and her hips buck. The act making me realize something…
“Have you ever given yourself an orgasm?” Her cheeks tinge pink, giving me my answer. “Oh, baby. Be prepared to have your mind blown.”
I drop down between her legs and lick up her center, inhaling her sweet musk. While I slowly lick her clit, I reach up and tweak her nipple.
“Chase,” she breathes. “I’m… I think I’m going to—” Her words are cut off by a loud, guttural moan. Her knees tighten around my face, and her entire ass lifts off the bed. Her legs tremble as she rides out her orgasm. I don’t stop stroking her clit until she drags her fingers through my hair and tugs on the ends, silently pleading for me to stop.
“Holy shit,” she says, her smile lazy and sated. “That was so good.” She giggles, and I laugh at how adorable she is. A few weeks ago, she was stuck in her little cocoon of safety… But now…
“What?” she asks, nibbling the corner of her mouth nervously.
“You remind me of a butterfly.” I crawl over her and pull her blanket up to cover her naked body. Then I lie on my side, next to her. She turns over onto her side, so we’re facing each other.
“A butterfly?”
“Yeah, like you’ve completed the final stage of metamorphosis and have shed your cocoon.” I tuck a stray tendril of hair behind her ear and lean in to kiss her mouth. “You’ve been transformed from a caterpillar into a butterfly.”
The corners of her lips tug into a huge smile. “Like I’m free.” A single tear skates down her cheek and I catch it with the pad of my thumb. “It’s because of you,” she says. “You help me spread my wings and fly.”
“No, my beautiful butterfly. That was all you.”
Georgia throws the blanket off her and climbs on top of me, forcing me onto my back. “It’s my turn,” she says with a mischievous grin.
“Your turn for—” Before I can finish my question, she’s sliding down my body, taking my shorts and briefs with her. Once she’s slid them off my legs, she throws them onto the floor then settles herself between my legs.
“I’ve never done this before, but I’m a quick learner,” she says. “I know the women—”
“Whoa.” I put my hand up to stop her. “Who’s in this room with us?” Her brows furrow in confusion. “Us,” I answer for her. “No other men or women. Just us. I don’t give a fuck what any other woman did, nor do I want to compare what we do to anyone from my past.”
Her eyes go wide. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
I look her dead in the eyes, needing her to know how serious what I say next is. “Nothing you do could ever disappoint me.” I have a feeling some shit went down with that dumbass Robert while they were dating, but I’m not going to go there. Just like I don’t want any other women in this room with us, I don’t want that fucking loser in here either.
“Okay.” She sits up on her knees. “But like how you gave me that orgasm… It’s because you’re experienced. You know what a woman wants and how to get her off. I’m not going to ignore that fact.”
When I open my mouth to argue, she raises her hand. “I’m not jealous, Chase. And I’m not going to hold your past over your head. But I shared a wall with you for months, so I know the women you’ve been with know how to please you.”
Fuck, now I’m seriously wishing I never would’ve brought a single woman over to this place. It’s one of the reasons why when I carried Georgia inside, I brought her to her room and not mine. Nobody’s been in this room, in this bed, but her.
“I’ve never done thi
s before,” she says. “And I want it to be good for you, like it was for me.”
“Whatever you do will be good because it’s you.”
She snorts. “How romantic. I’ve read enough romance novels to know the gist of how it’s done, but there’s so much to it. I want you to tell me if I do something you like or don’t like. Okay?”
I nod once, agreeing, because I can tell she needs me to.
She smiles softly, then turns her attention to my flaccid dick. She takes my shaft in her hand and kisses the crown. And that’s all it takes for my dick to get excited. It immediately perks up, and she smiles down at it before glancing back up at me.
“In my books, some guys like to be deep throated and some prefer to be licked and teased… What’s your preference?”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. She did not just go there… “Georgia, if you do either of those things, both my dick and I will be happy. Just put your mouth on me and do whatever you want, babe,” I choke out.
She looks like she wants to argue, but thankfully nods, then does as I suggested… puts her warm, wet, perfect mouth on my dick. She tongues the head, then licks my shaft. And then she parts her lips and takes me all the way into her mouth, and I damn near shoot my load down her throat.
I watch with rapt attention as she owns the hell out of the blow job, giving it everything she’s got. When I’m ready to blow, I warn her and she pops off, finishing me off with her hand.
Ropes of cum shoot out, some of it landing on my thighs, and the rest on her tits. She glances down at the cum on her chest and swipes a bit up.
She isn’t going to do what I think she is… She pops her finger into her mouth and sucks, her brows dipping in contemplation.
“I was wondering what it tastes like,” she explains. “Some girls spit and some swallow… It doesn’t taste horrible, but I’m not sure I would want to swallow that.”
She scrunches her face up, and I crack up laughing. “I don’t give a fuck if you spit or swallow.”
I can honestly say I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before. And I fucking love it. Because it’s real. It’s honest. This isn’t just a one-night stand. This is us learning about each other. Being in a relationship with one another. I never thought I would want any of that again. Until Georgia.
