Fuck. I was an idiot.
Crossing back to the bed, I slumped onto the edge. Admitting I’d over-stepped my boundaries to Chase was going to be a serious mood killer. But I’d have to do it. I wasn’t going to lie to her.
And let’s face it, Donald the Dude was a tosser. I’d seen how uncomfortable Chase had been at LAX when he’d touched her. He needed to get a clue and I was happy to help him do so. The guy wasn’t good for her. I could see it in the tension that fell over her every time he called or sent her a text. Sure, I probably shouldn’t have answered her phone, but it was the right thing to do.
As long as he left her alone now . . .
I drew a slow, deep breath and closed my eyes. I needed to refocus myself. Get my thoughts off Donald the Dude and back onto Chase. Back onto the reason she’d left the hotel room so quickly.
I needed to reclaim that buzz.
I was determined to make what was about to happen between her and I incredible. Profound. Unbelievable. I was going to move her, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, hell, philosophically. I was going to give her so much pleasure her whole outlook on life was going to change.
I was going to . . . going to . . .
I’m pretty certain you can guess what I did, right?
I have no clue when I fell asleep, nor for how long I was in the land of Nod, but when I finally opened my eyes the bright sunshine streaming through the gauzy curtains told me it was well into morning.
I squinted at the light, completely disorientated. Shifting on the bed a little, I peered around. It seemed someone had replaced my brain with fuzzy wool while I slept. Where the hell was I?
A soft moan – no, not even a moan, a soft noise behind me stripped out the wool, replacing it with the vivid memory of the last twenty-four hours. My heart smashed up into my throat. My groin – already in its usual morning-wood state of erectness – throbbed.
Chase. Chase and me. Chase and me and the dog.
Chase and me and Disneyland.
Chase and me and orgasms.
Chase and me and the lack of condoms.
A warm arm smoothed over my hip, that soft noise – the kind a person makes when sound asleep – caressed my senses again. I couldn’t help but smile. The woman I loved was in bed with me.
It was going to be a good day.
Five
“Money can buy you a fine dog, but only love can make him wag his tail.”
~ Kinky Friedman
Chase
Confession: I’ve never slept with a guy. I’ve never fallen asleep in the same bed with a guy.
My first sexual experience was when I was seventeen. My high school’s quarterback. We did it in the back of his car, or rather, his mom’s car. I thought we were the classic jock-and-geek love story. Turns out, we were the bet-you-can-bang-her cliché. Also turns out he did it for twenty bucks.
How’s that for ego shattering?
My next sexual experience was with Donald. In his office. Donald and I never did it in his bed. Like, ever. We did it in a motel once, near San Diego State University, but we didn’t stay the night. Donald had an early lecture the next day and papers to mark. I snuck back into my room at two in the morning. Thankfully Mom and Dad didn’t hear me.
Interesting enough, we did do it in the back of his car once as well, in the SDSU parking lot one night after I’d stayed back from class to talk to him about an assignment. It was an ostentatious black Porsche convertible. I love convertibles. Well, I used to. Now, not so much; they make me think of Donald. The roof was down and the moon was high and the air smelled of summer jasmine and a late afternoon storm. I’d come staring up at the stars, Donald’s groans in my ear, his hand under my shirt, squeezing my breast. I remember thinking at the time it was the most romantic moment of my life.
God, I was deluded back then.
I wasn’t sure if this moment was the most romantic – waking up in bed with Caden after falling asleep beside him the night before, wearing just my underpants and T-shirt and with the worst case of morning breath ever – but it sure felt . . . special.
It took me a while to comprehend where I was when I first opened my eyes, to process the strange bed, strange light, and even stranger sensation of a body beside me. But when my brain finally caught up, a goofy smile stretched my lips and my tummy fluttered with a warm yumminess I don’t recall experiencing ever before.
“Morning.”
I lifted my gaze from his bare chest, past his trim beard, his mouth, to his mesmerizing blue eyes.
My tummy fluttered again. So much fluttering. This time, my girly bits joined in.
“Morning,” I answered. Even to my ears, my voice sounded husky and scratchy. “Have you been awake for long?”
“Not to sound like some creepy dude, but I’ve been watching you sleep for a while now.”
I rolled my eyes, snuggling a little more onto my side and tucking my hands under my cheek. “That must have been exciting.”
“It was.” He grinned. “You make this sexy little snoring sound. Like this . . .”
He made the loudest, buzzing, nasal noise I’ve ever heard (and I’ve heard my dad snore – whoa). The whole bed vibrated with the force of it.
I burst out laughing, whacked him in the chest, flattened him to the bed and straddled his hips, pinning him to the mattress. “I do not snore,” I protested, even as the hard pole of his erection rubbed against me. It felt good. Really good. Really really good. Another whoa. My whole body reacted to it.
“You do,” he insisted, eyes dancing with laughter. “Like this.” The earth-quaking snoring sound tore from his nose again. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I whacked his chest again, pouting, as I wriggled on his lap. The feel of his rigid length grinding against me was delicious and exciting and damn near made me pass out with nervous anticipation. “You’re not nice, O’Dae.”
“I’m bloody awesome,” he countered, wrapping his hands around my back to draw me down. “And apparently I have this weird snoring fetish because listening to you just now turned me on big time.”
I laughed out an ewww, just as he flipped me onto my back and covered my body with his.
His erection nestled with perfection between my thighs, nudging at my entry with hard intention. If it weren’t for my panties he would have been buried deep inside me. Of that I had no doubt.
“Sorry I fell asleep last night,” he said, the laughter fading from his voice as his gaze held mine.
We’d arrived at that stage of flirting. The stage where it’s no longer flirting and had progressed to foreplay.
Oh wow. Why did I feel like I was about to explode already?
I lifted my shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “It’s okay. It’s not like I went running about buying condoms for us.” I raised my eyebrows. “Oh wait, yes I did.”
He chuckled – which made his cock twitch against me – and then he lowered his face until his lips were wickedly close to mine. “Let me make it up to you?”
I turned my head before he could kiss me. Instead, he kissed my cheek.
“My breath will be yucky,” I said, my cheeks growing hot. Who wants to kiss a girl when she’s just woken, right? We might be flirting, we might have done things with each other that were beyond flirting, and yes, he had already given me the best oral sex orgasm of my life the night before . . . but morning breath is still morning breath.
He cupped my cheek with a steady hand and returned my gaze to his. “I don’t give a rat’s arse,” he answered, before capturing my lips with his.
His kiss was gentle. Exploratory. Not tentative, there was nothing hesitant or shy about it, but more considered and thorough.
Then his tongue found mine, his strokes modulated and intense. There were no words, no unnecessary noises or groans, just his mouth moving over mine, his tongue touching mine, sliding against it, mating with it.
I did groan then. A low vibration deep in my chest. It tingled through me, f
ed the desire I’d felt for this guy – this annoying, persistent, tenacious Australian – for so long I could barely remember a time when I hadn’t. I raked my fingers through his beard, up the back of his neck and tangled them into his hair.
He responded by taking our kiss to the next level. His cock pulsed at the junction of my thighs. I gladly and willingly surrendered to the intoxicating mastery of his kiss, wrapping my leg around his hip and drawing him closer to my body with my calf and heel.
I didn’t hear his moan of approval but I felt its tremor in his chest, pressed against my breast, so close to my heart. And then it was his hand on my breast, his fingers gentle but urgent. I arched beneath him, wanting him inside me. I wanted that so much: Caden O’Dae sinking into me, his thrusts long and slow and deep and perfect.
No, I didn’t just want it. I needed it. I ached for it. I ached for him.
I balled my fists tighter in his hair, desperate for more. Hoping he could feel my feverish hunger in the way I rolled my hips and ground the button of my clit to his trapped erection.
He tore his mouth from mine and replaced his hand on my breast with his mouth.
I let out a cry, arching in pleasure as he drew on my nipple through my shirt. “Holy fuck, Caden,” I blurted, eyes squeezed shut, fists tight in his hair.
He lifted his head, long enough for me to whimper in protest, and then he was lifting my shirt up my torso to expose my breast to his gaze. To his mouth. He drew on my nipple, nipped it, sucked it, his tongue and teeth instruments of sensations I couldn’t even begin to define or explain. As insane as it sounds I orgasmed at the concentrated pleasure.
The climax shuddered through me, an intense contraction of muscles around a cock that wasn’t there. I whimpered again, actually rolling my head side to side, moaning his name, clawing at his back.
He returned his attention to my mouth. For long, wonderful minutes he kissed me and worshipped my breasts. Occasionally something would tug at my soul and I’d open my eyes just as he’d lift his head and gaze down into my face, as if we were attuned with each other so much we knew when the other needed eye contact.
Those minutes would pass silently, our stares locked, our breaths mingling, a small half-smile on Caden’s lips, a throbbing beat in my throat and sex, and then he would take possession of my lips or my nipple again, or I would pull him down to me and capture his mouth with my own.
I don’t know how long it took before I was aching for him to penetrate me. Caden might have already given me the most amazing orgasm of my life, but my body was not sated. Not even close. I balled my fist in his hair, tearing his lips from mine. “Fuck me, Caden,” I pleaded. Whoa, when had I ever pleaded for anything in my life? “Now.”
He shook his head. “Nothing as base as that, Chase.”
The declaration sheared through me. My heart, hell, my soul, throbbed with a warmth and joy beyond my comprehension.
I didn’t stop him when he moved off the bed. I knew what he was going to get. I also knew I didn’t want him to. The thought of something as impersonal and clinical as a condom separating our bodies ripped at me. I almost told him to stop, that we didn’t need them, but I didn’t. Sure, I was on the pill, but I was also rational enough to know so was my sister when she got pregnant with Tanner. He walked over to the table and picked up the box of Trojans I’d bought the night before.
He flicked me a quick smile. “Extra large? Is this you being hopeful?”
I laughed. “Hell yeah. Now get that shirt off and get your ass over here, O’Dae,” I ordered.
He’d pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside by the time he made it back to the bed. I ran my gaze over his upper body, enjoying the sight even as a part of me realized how nervous I was about looking at the rest of him. A fine smattering of honey-blond hair dusted his broad chest, trailing a path down the middle of an impressive six pack to the shallow dip of his navel and lower.
Lower.
I finally moved my gaze lower and my heart thumped faster.
I swallowed. Holy fuck, I was glad I bought extra large condoms.
Licking at my dry lips, I shifted on the bed, every part of me impatient for every part of him. He was lean and muscular and had that sexy-as-all-hell V kind of muscle thing happening near his hips that made a girl want to trace its sculpted form with her tongue.
I would do that. Later. After we’d—
Caden opened the box and withdrew a whole row of condoms. “This should get us through the next hour,” he said.
I laughed, the sound becoming a whoop of surprised delight when he threw himself into the air and onto the bed. He kissed me again, but this time our bare bellies slid against each other. This time the soft hairs on his chest tickled my breasts, my nipples. Have you ever experienced that? A hairy chest rubbing against your body? It’s singularly one of the most erotic and wonderful sensations I can imagine. The velvety rasp of Caden’s hair against my nipples sent shock after delicious shock of pleasure and lust and hunger through me. I groaned into his mouth and wrapped my thighs around his hips. I was impatient for him to slam into me, but I was loving the hell out of our playful foreplay as well.
Finally, he broke the kiss , his eyes seeking out mine. “Are you sure?” he repeated, his murmur low enough I had difficulty hearing him.
I traced my fingers up and down his back and pulled his groin harder to mine with my legs. “I’ve never been surer.”
With a shaky breath, he drew away from me, settling himself into a kneeling position between my spread thighs. He tore one of the square condom packets off the end of the row and opened it. As I watched him align the lubricated sheath to the tip of his erection, I noticed his hands were shaking.
He was nervous. Or overwhelmed. Or both.
Whatever it was, it detonated a fresh wave of desire for him I had no defense against.
Without a word, I sat up, plucked the condom from his fingers and smiled up at him. “Let me,” I mouthed.
I had no doubt he could read my lips. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat and he nodded. “Okay.”
Once again, I had difficulty hearing him, but I didn’t need to hear him to be connected to him, to be experiencing this completely with him. I just needed him. Just Caden. Everything else was inconsequential.
Bending forward, I cupped his scrotum in one gentle hand, and then took his entire length in my mouth.
“Chase,” he groaned, body trembling. “Fuck me, that’s good.”
I repeated the motion, reveling in the way his body reacted to my mouth, my hand.
When I sensed the quivering in his body had reached fever pitch, when his hands scored rough lines over my scalp, I knew it was time. After all this time, we were finally going to . . .
I withdrew my mouth from his length and then slowly covered it with the condom.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his chest heaving, as I reached his balls.
“I apologize in advance,” he said, “for not lasting as long as I want to.”
Tight wet heat bloomed between my thighs. I affected him so much he doubted his staying power. How many guys did I know who would confess to something like that? It was perfect and wonderful and it made me love him even more.
Did I say love? I mean want. Yeah. Want. It made me want him more. So much more than I thought I ever could.
Rising up onto my knees, I brushed my lips against his. “I consider your impending premature ejaculation the ultimate compliment.”
A shaky laugh fell from him as he smoothed his hands over my hips and squeezed my butt. “In that case . . .”
He hooked his thumbs between the elastic of my panties and my butt and inched them down. Over my hips, over my ass, down my thighs, easing me down until I was flat on my back on the bed, panties off, his condom-covered cock nudging at my entry.
His gaze found mine. His hand did the same. Our fingers threaded together, palm to palm, and then his cock was parting my folds.
“Harder,
Caden,” I moaned, the exquisite sensation of his flesh sinking into me too much to contain. “Harder. Faster. I want you inside me now. I want—”
He rolled his hips and slammed into me in a fluid, powerful thrust.
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow. The ability to process thought failed me. The amazing sensation of Caden’s length stretching me, filling me, blocked any intelligent response I had.
Oh wow. Oh wow. That was it. Oh wow. Over and over.
Oh my fucking God wow.
Staring up at him, as connected to him with our eyes as we were elsewhere, I gasped and smiled at once. “Wow,” I laughed.
He grinned, his heart thumping fast in his chest against my breast, his length embedded deep inside me. “Wow is good. Wow is an understatement.”
“Wow is all I’ve got right now,” I answered, although I think the words were more a breathy moan. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, loving the way his breath hitched at the contraction, the incredible feel of his body in mine.
“Let’s see if I can help out with that,” he said, before slowly withdrawing and then plunging back in.
“Oh boy,” I groaned, head spinning at the wave of pleasure the new invasion sent crashing through me. “Oh wow . . .”
Caden chuckled, and then took possession of my mouth as his hands explored my breasts, my waist, my hips, the backs of my thighs. I gave myself totally to the moment, undone by the sensations he awoke in me. I’d fought every feeling, every attraction I had to him since the second he’d entered my life, I’d denied what he made me feel, how he made me feel, and in doing so, I’d denied myself.
And now here I was, overwhelmed by the sheer perfection of being with him.
Clawing at his back, I arched beneath him, wanting to take him deeper. I felt his groan, felt his body react to the slight shift. His breath blasted the side of my throat, hot and wonderful and wild. His beard tickled my shoulder. His fingers teased my nipple.
We moved as one, in exquisite harmony, his thrusts driving me closer and closer to a detonation I had no freaking hope of holding at bay. He’d been the one scared of coming too soon, and yet here I was on the precipice of total eruption.
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