“I mean it, baby. We will take this as slow as you need.” Chase moved closer to me, and heat radiated off his body. He still had his boxer briefs on, but the material did little to hide his reaction to me. A thrill raced through me. Chase was such a powerful man, sexually devastating, and I liked that he found me attractive and alluring despite my lack of experience. I was sick of being the woman, the one who stood off to the side of a room and let someone else do the talking for me, told me when to speak, when to eat, or how long I had to practice before I could have time to myself, which I spent alone because Colin also vetted my friends.
Chase was my choice, and being with him now was my choice. I wanted this more than anything, and whether we went slow or fast, I didn’t care. I just wanted him—now.
Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and dig deep for my wild side. Hoping I actually had one.
Pressing a kiss to each of his pecs, I then moved to the bed, got on it, and lay in the middle. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was afraid Chase would hear it and see just how hard this was for me, but I was determined. So far, he had taken the lead every time, and now it was my turn to give back. To show him I was all in.
“I have no idea what I am doing here, Chase,” I admitted shyly. “All I know is how I feel when you touch me and when your eyes are on me.”
I watched as Chase moved to the bed and placed his knee on the edge of the mattress. He crawled over until his body covered mine, his large bulge pressing against my lower belly.
I adored the low groan he emitted when he came into contact with my skin, our bodies pressing close from our chests to our toes.
“How does it make you feel when I touch you, legs?” he asked in a deep, controlled voice, making those butterflies in my belly go crazy again.
What is it about his growly voice that makes me so wet, I wondered absently.
I shifted slightly under Chase’s body, and the small adjustment aligned our pubises perfectly. I hissed through my teeth, never having been under a near-naked man before, and the butterflies turned into an almost painful tingling sensation.
“I felt funny when you kissed me down there. Like there were hundreds of butterflies dancing around, each of them on fire every time your tongue flicked my clit and licked me all over,” I told him honestly, feeling a little shy and not quite ready to use the words he used to describe where he licked me.
“You like it when I suck your pussy lips into my mouth, making you come with my lips and tongue all over your sweet pink cunt.”
As a gush of wetness leaked from me, my nipples pebbled, and all I could do was nod. I never thought in a million years that such crude words could or would ever become a favourable part of foreplay. But I loved the way Chase made them sound sexy, not disgusting.
“I can still taste you on my tongue. I want that taste in my mouth forever. I want to bury myself so deep in you and stay there until you become so addicted to me you won’t ever want to live without me.”
While Chase mesmerised me with his powerful words, he nudged my legs apart until he was nestled between them. Pushing his arms under mine, he brought us closer than I thought humanly possible.
“You still have your underwear on,” I said stupidly. Okay, so despite my bravado, the nerves of losing my virginity were still very much present.
“Yeah, legs, I do. First, I want you more comfortable before I take them off. I can see you’re still nervous, baby. What can I do that will help you relax?”
Tears pricked the backs of my eyes at Chase’s selflessness to calm me. He was obviously aroused, but he was more concerned about me than taking care of himself.
I told him the first thing that jumped in my head. “My nipples. They are throbbing,” I whispered.
“Well, I can certainly help with that.” Chase smirked at me then leaned down and opened his mouth over one taut, aching nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth. Without hesitation, my body arched up, silently begging for him to take more of my breast. So attuned to each other already in our short time together, Chase sensed what I needed from him. His mouth opened more, and he took as much of my flesh in as he could. The soft suckling sounds he made and my moans were the only sounds in the room.
“Christ, legs, you are so responsive. I fucking love it.” Chase moaned, bestowing kiss after kiss to first one breast then the other. Going back and forth until I was nearly mindless with need.
“Honey, please.” I moaned, knowing I needed something more than what he was doing.
I felt Chase lift his hips off me, and one arm pulled out from under me and went to his boxers. Without being asked, I moved one arm from his and quickly helped him slide the material down his legs. There was a moment of awkward shuffling and kicking, but finally, he was as nude as I was.
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I went to touch him, but his much stronger hand snagged it.
“There is nothing I want more than to have your hand on my dick again, baby, but right now, I am hanging on by the slimmest thread. You touch me, and I will come before I even get to slip inside you, and it will ruin your first time.”
“Oh. Okay,” I managed to say, once again secretly thrilled that he thought I had so much power.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby. Don’t look away or close your eyes. I want you looking at me when I fill you for the first time.”
I heard what he was saying, I really did, but his dick was nudging at my entrance, making it very difficult to comprehend what I was hearing.
“Just breathe, legs. Breathe and feel,” Chase commanded as he pushed his hips forward. His hand let go of mine, and instead, he gripped himself and guided his shaft, his very big and hard shaft, into me.
Keeping my eyes glued on his face, I breathed liked he asked as he slipped inside of me. Instantly, I felt my soft flesh stretch around the tip and then a little bit more. My eyes started to flutter closed, but Chase wasn’t having it.
“Look at me, legs. Let me watch the second I take what you are gifting me,” Chase whispered almost frantically. The hand that was assisting in guiding himself into me was now back under me, holding me close.
So much emotion hit me. It was a huge sensory overload that I never dreamed would happen to me. It was too much, yet, at the same time, not enough. I wanted him to stop with every push of his hips and beg him to take me until that fine membrane of flesh was no longer there, and I belonged to Chase completely.
“Hold me, baby. Don’t let me go.” Chase breathed against my lips.
I did more than that. I wound my arms under his and clung to his powerful shoulders.
“Oh, God. You are so tight, so warm and wet. Can you feel that, Jamie? Can you feel your heat sucking me in.”
“Yes.” I moaned against his mouth, his breath hot as, so was mine.
A small sting of pain struck me, and then Chase was all the way in me. It wasn’t the worst pain I had ever felt—spraining an ankle or getting hit by a tennis ball going one hundred kilometres hurt more. This was more like a burning sting, an uncomfortable stretch.
“Breathe, baby. It’s done now. I’m balls deep in you, and it feels perfect.”
Fusing our mouths firmly, I kissed Chase and tried to convey just what this moment meant to me without using words.
Perfect was exactly what I felt although it seemed so inadequate. I didn’t think there was a word in the English language that could correctly describe what Chase was doing to my body or my heart.
“We were meant for this moment right now. It was always meant to be you, baby. I have been waiting for you to find me,” Chase declared in a hushed, awed tone like he was hit with an epiphany.
And at that moment, with that hushed declaration, I fell in love with Chase Brennan. Head over heels in pure love.
16
I didn’t know how I held back from coming because my dick was in a state of orgasmic bliss and wanted to fill Jamie with as much cum as he could get in there.
Her
tightness sheathed me so snuggly, her core so hot and wet my dick nearly burst from sheer happiness. Jamie’s inner muscles squeezed me, and if she kept that up, I was going to explode before I was ready to. I knew she had no idea that her clenching was slowly tipping me over the edge—her innocence was no act. She had an outer beauty that floored me, but her inner beauty and her courage to come clean about her past and what happened knocked me for a six. I still raged inside that someone she trusted, a family member, would hurt her deliberately for his own gain and then steal from her.
“Chase, honey, are you okay? Am I doing it wrong?”
Hearing Jamie question herself in a worried voice brought me back to where I needed to be, where she needed me to be. Tamping down my inner anger, I pulled back my hips, leaving only the tip of my cock still inside her, then slid slowly back in.
Groaning each time I buried deep in her, I looked down at the beautiful creature under me. “You could never do anything wrong, legs. You under me, me inside you—there is nothing more right than that,” I told her honestly. Some people might say I was moving way too fast, my mother would definitely have something to say about it, but she would be wrong, they all would be.
Jamie was it for me. The woman, the one. I just wished that my bug could have been here to meet her. Prue would have fallen in love with her as fast as I had.
Jesus Christ! Was I in love with Jamie?
Focusing back on her face, I noticed her sweet smile and the wetness in her eyes.
“Baby, don’t cry,” I said, suddenly panicked that I had hurt her somehow. Instinctually, I tried to pull out of her. With this being her first time having sex, were my thrusts too hard for her? I liked my lovemaking a bit harder than this, well, normally I did. Before I met Jamie, that was.
Her pussy clenched around me and sucked me so hard there was no way to pull out all the way. Her hands, gripping my shoulders like a vice, slid down my back and rested on my arse, holding me in place.
“Don’t, Chase. I’m not crying because it hurts. You inside me is the best feeling I have ever had,” she assured me, proving her point with another clench of her pussy. I was so close to busting a nut my eyes fucking crossed.
“Then why”—I moaned when her hips lifted against mine, sinking me back into her heat—“the tears, legs?” I growled, praying for patience and control.
“You, Chase. Your sweet words, the wonderful way you have treated me. I have never felt special to anyone, Chase, but here with you, I feel loved,” she said the last part shyly, her eyes darting over my shoulder, looking anywhere but at me.
My heart stalled for a second, and my breathing was no longer easy. Then I made a decision that would not only affect me for the rest of my life but define it as the moment my life started again after ten years in limbo, of going through the motions of living but not really participating.
With my arms under Jamie’s shoulders, it didn’t take much to shift my hands so they cupped her head. Her soft, silky hair spread across my pillow, and all I could think of was how I wanted this every single day from now on.
Gently, I forced her face to me and made contact with the prettiest latte brown eyes that had haunted my dreams since I met her.
“You are loved, Jamie. So fucking loved by me,” I whispered against her lips. “I love you, legs.” My heart felt lighter than it had in years saying those words. I told Prue I loved her ten times a day when she was alive, still did, but to say it to a woman and mean it, really understanding the impact of the truth behind them, felt unbelievable.
Taking her mouth in a kiss that could only be described as brutal, I pumped my hips with a bit more force than I had used so far with her.
I fought with my dominance, kissing her wildly as we made love. There would be time enough to show her my other side, more than enough time. Goddamn forever now that I had declared my true feelings. Bugger the shit that was back in Sydney waiting for her. It could wait for fucking ever as far as I was concerned. Nothing was going to tear her from me.
The tingling started at the base of my spine with each drag of my hips. Jamie’s long legs lifted and wrapped around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“I need you to come, baby. Please, you have to go over first,” I pleaded, willing my orgasm down. My balls drew up signalling that Jamie better come or I was going to embarrass myself and blow, which would leave my reputation in tatters.
“Help me, Chase. I don’t know how—what to do,” Jamie cried, her head thrashing on the pillow, her voice on the brink of a scream. I could tell she was close by the tiny flutters around my cock.
“How can I help you, baby?” I knew how to bring a woman to orgasm, obviously, but this was all new for Jamie. Her first time deserved to be on her terms, not mine.
Pushing all the way in, I held myself still. Maybe the lack of movement might help my impending release from coming too soon.
“Your mouth. Please, Chase, suck my nipples again,” Jamie begged, sounding almost frantic and in pain.
I nearly laughed at her desperation to climax. My sweet, shy Jamie wouldn’t be begging me to suck her nipples if she weren’t in such a state. I planned on keeping her primed for most of our lives, something I was pretty sure she would agree to fully.
Leaning back just enough so I could reach her perky nipples, I opened my lips over one and sucked it hard into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the pebbled nub.
“Oh, my golly gosh, yes,” Jamie screamed from under me, her hands clenching my butt cheeks so hard I knew marks were going to be there in the morning.
“Come for me, legs. I’m begging you. Please come,” I muttered around the luscious morsel currently in my mouth. I wanted her clit back in my mouth too, but not until I gave Jamie her first climax from my cock, which was in a desperate state of his own and would only get worse if Jamie kept screaming and clenching her pussy.
Sensing she was on the cusp of release, I pulled out to the tip and slammed in hard while my mouth still ravished her nipple. I had pulled my arm out from under her and cupped her other breast with a firm but gentle grip, massaging the plump globe while I multitasked my mouth and hips at the same time, going hard and fast.
“Oh, God. Here it comes.” Jamie’s moan of delight and surprise pushed me right over the edge.
Her walls sucked me in deep, milking me, and I let go with a feral bellow, my mouth still over her breast. Over and over, shots of pleasure raced through me, injecting jet after jet of cum into her welcoming channel. Bright lights blazed behind my eyes, and I swore I lost consciousness as the hardest and strongest climax of my life pulsated out of me.
When I decided there was nothing left to come out, I gave her very hard and sensitive nipple one final, long lick then rolled to the side of the bed and pulled Jamie’s limp body over with mine. My cock was softer but still wedged inside her, and the small pulses from her pussy gave him ideas he wanted more, but I fought back and got control. She was bound to be sore. Although I was gentle enough with her, towards the end, I lost sight that this was her first time and pounded a bit too hard and too fast. Once my breathing got back to normal, and I could feel my legs again, I would get a bath running and help her ease some of the aches she must be feeling.
But for right now, here was exactly where I wanted to stay with my softening cock still happy as a pig in shit inside Jamie’s warmth, her sated body sprawled on me, her arms tight around my waist, and her fingers tracing patterns on my belly.
“Holy moly! I am so glad I waited twenty-five years for that,” Jamie exclaimed, still out of breath.
“You aren’t one for swearing, are you, legs?” I said, chuckling.
“Colin thought it best for my good girl of Australian tennis image. No swearing on the court or arguing with the umpire, and definitely no tantrums. I might have lost a lot of games in the last year or so, but my reputation for being a nice person was exemplary.” She was saying these things with a light tone, but I could hear the pain behind it. In a way, she and I we
re very similar. Certain circumstances dictated how we lived our lives, how we portrayed ourselves on the outside only to be totally different on the inside.
Kissing the top of her head, I sighed happily. I hated that I had to bring reality into this moment, but if we were going to make a go of a relationship, Jamie had to face a few demons.
“I think we have to talk to Jason.”
Jamie stiffened against me for a second then nodded in agreement.
“I will call him tomorrow. Can you give me his number?” she asked with resignation.
“No, baby.”
Jamie lifted her head and stared at me with confusion. “Pardon?”
“We will call him tomorrow. Us now. Making love and declaring our love for each other means we face everything together. I am not letting you do this on your own, legs. If you hurt, I hurt. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Got it?”
One tear trailed down her cheek, and I swiped it away with my thumb. This woman was so damn beautiful and all mine.
“There you go with sweet words again. Is this what I can look forward to? My man keeping me all gooey and compliant with his perfection,” she sassed at me.
I loved that she called me hers. I was hers and would be for a fucking long time to come if I had any say in it.
“Dunno about perfection, baby. Well, maybe in bed, I am.”
An elbow nudged me in the belly and pretending it hurt, I let out a huff.
“Well, how would I know that? It’s not like I have anything to compare it to—”
I quickly took her mouth in a wild kiss, cutting off any mention of another man. No fucking way was she going to be with anyone else, not while I had breath in my body. Swallowing her moans, I gentled the kiss, and as I rolled her over to her back again, my cock sprang to life.
“Just me, legs. Only me,” I growled against her swollen lips.
“Only you, honey,” she agreed softly, her light brown eyes showing the truth behind her pledge. Then we sank back into a lover’s bliss, and I was crazy happy that we had years and years of this ahead of us.
From The Inferno (Firemen Do It Better Book 3) Page 15
