by Terry Towers
“You’re so exhausting.”
Laughing, Chase slid from the stool and pushed it aside, pulling open the drawer that contained her stash.
“What are you doing?” Was his plan to embarrass her to death?
He didn’t look up as he rummaged through the Blu-ray disks. “Finding us a movie.”
“Aren’t we a little premature in the relationship to be watching porn together?”
He shrugged as he found the one he’d been looking for. “Don’t think so, besides I need to get your mind off of lawyer guy. I’ve been wondering about this movie since I saw it in here.” He produced the 3D porn movie and smiled. “I’m curious to know if when the dude comes, does the cum look like it’s shooting off of the screen.”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never watched it.”
“Well, let’s find out. Do you have beer? Popcorn maybe?”
Tessa leaned back against the countertop, eyeing him. “Are you serious? We haven’t even had sex yet and you want to watch porn?”
“Sure.” He shot her another grin.
“Do you do this often? And I still haven’t had a chance to ask you if you have any other girls you like to watch porn with.”
“None. Only you. I’ve been a bit of a workaholic lately to be honest. Tattooing has become such a major trend, especially lately. So busy that it’s been getting hard to keep up.” He went to the stainless steel fridge and pulled it open, with such ease that if she didn’t know better she’d have thought this was his house. Did the man have no shame at all? Tessa watched in awe as he helped himself to a couple of wine coolers. She hated beer so she didn’t buy it – wine coolers on the other hand were a different story.
“Don’t you have to work tomorrow? It’s past two you know.” Why she was questioning what could be a very good thing she didn’t know. It’s not like she had to work the next day. But, the whole situation just seemed surreal.
“I know the time. I don’t work tomorrow.” He turned to her. “Do you work tomorrow?”
She shook her head.
“Good, then we have all night.” He gave her a peculiar look. “You do have popcorn, right?”
“Ummm.” She spun and opened the overhead cabinet and grabbed the box of microwave popcorn. Grabbing a package from the box she slipped it in the microwave and pressed start. Crinkling her nose up, she turned back to face him. “Are you sure popcorn is appropriate for watching porn?”
“Sure. I really don’t get off on porn anyhow.” Setting one of the bottles on the countertop he twisted the top off of one of the wine coolers. “I really am just curious about the cum shot.”
“Really?” Crossing her arms over her chest she leaned back against the counter, with the soft popping noise at her back. “I thought all men like porn.”
“I like it all right. It just doesn’t get me hard, that’s all.”
“I think you’re full of shit.”
“Swear to god.”
Well, we’ll see about that…
~*~ TT ~*~
Chase
He was about as surprised he suggested they watch 3D porn together as she was. He was just much better at veiling his embarrassment than she was, but watching her blush and squirm was so cute it was addictive. If he were to be honest, he’d been a little disheartened to know she’d gone on a date with someone after being out with him; it made him second guess himself and the connection they had, and it didn’t feel good. So his job for the night was simple, make sure that by the time he left her this time, there’d be absolutely no chance she’d want to be with anyone but him. Perhaps watching porn together was a little unorthodox for a second date, but he was hardly a traditional guy and it would certainly make her remember him.
“I think you’re full of shit,” Tessa announced, trailing behind him with a bowl of popcorn cradled in her arms.
“About?”
“Not getting turned on by watching porn. Aren’t men, like, visual creatures? Tits and ass equal an instant hard-on?”
“Some men. Not me.” Chase plunked himself down onto the floral-patterned sofa and placed the wine coolers on the glass coffee table in front of him. “I prefer the real thing.”
“Uh-huh. I think I’ve heard that before, just before I find a box of porn under their bed or in their closet.” Setting the popcorn on the coffee table she walked over to the Blu-ray player and popped the disk inside, then grabbed a couple of pairs of 3D glasses before returning to him and passing him one of the pairs.
She flopped down on the sofa leaving a foot distance between them and pressed start on the remote, slipping on her glasses. Placing the glasses on the top of his head, Chase watched her as she settled in as if she were about to watch just a regular old movie. Her earlier hesitation on watching porn with him seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind.
But not his.
Despite his words his cock was jerking alive in his pants. He shifted his position, attempting to relieve some of the building tension under the denim covering his cock. However, it wasn’t the anticipation of watching the movie, but it was watching it with her and watching her reaction to the movie.
“Boy, they don’t waste much time, do they?” she said, turning her gaze to his. The 3D glasses looked so silly they were actually cute on her.
Placing his glasses over his eyes, Chase looked over at the screen and sure enough there was a mechanic leaned over the engine of a car and, shocker, the girl getting her car repaired had no money to pay him. Whatever would they do? He snickered.
When he looked back at Tessa she was back to intently watching the movie. The actors’ clothing was already gone and the mechanic was lifting his female customer up onto the hood of the car, spreading her legs and falling to his knees between them.
Tessa didn’t seem to notice his eyes on her so he continued watching her. Her lips were just slightly parted and she kept shifting. The movie may not be doing much for him, but it seemed to be doing the trick for her. And it was fucking hot watching her watch it and get turned on.
Once the scene finished, she turned her attention to him, removing her glasses. “Did you see the cum shot?”
He shook his head. “No. I missed it.”
“But…” She motioned to the television. “The whole reason for us watching was for you to see if the cum looks like it’s flying off of the screen.”
A smile spread across his lips. “Did it? You looked like you were pretty into it.”
A rosy glow spread across her cheeks as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, but her gaze didn’t leave his. “No. It didn’t. Sorry.” She shrugged. “Did it at least turn you on?”
“No. Not really, I told you it wouldn’t.” Though despite his words his dick was at half-mast. Her eyes lowered to his crotch and then back to meet his.
“Liar.”
Spreading his hands out to the sides, he shrugged. “By all means, check for yourself.” He figured there was a fifty-fifty chance she’d actually do it. He was betting on not.
To his shock he was wrong.
“Fine then. I will.” She didn’t hesitate, her hand immediately went to his groin and she cupped hiser thickening cock, causing him to inhale sharply. “You’re such a little liar!”
Instead of removing her hand she kept it there, her grasp tightening, stroking the ridge of his dick. “I’m…” He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to keep himself in control. “I’m getting hard because you’re stroking me. Not because of the porn.”
“You were semi-hard when I first touched you,” she countered.
His cock jerked in his jeans again. Her smile was beginning to fade and he could see her expression becoming heated. He’d wager a guess if he were to slip a finger between her folds she’d be nice and wet. So ready for him. The thought wasn’t helping him stay in control of himself – he was fighting a losing battle and he knew it.
Chapter 7
Tessa
Tessa watched as the amusement quickly faded from Chase’s blue eyes and a h
unger took its place. Neither of them said a word; the only sound in the room was the people on the television fucking in the background. Hearing the couple on the television certainly wasn’t making it easy for her to remove her hand from his impressive erection.
He groaned a second time and her pussy clenched at the sound. “And what about you? How wet are you, Tessa?”
“Chase, I –”
“Tell me.” He shifted and reached out, grasping the back of her neck and urging her to him until her lips were mere inches from his. “Or should I just find out for myself?”
The thought of him between her legs sent a shiver of desire down her spine. Tessa moved closer, crawling over to him, swinging a leg over his lap and settling onto him, her skirt rising up and revealing her bare thighs.
“If you want to know…” She brushed her lips across his. “Then you know what you need to do.”
“Tessa, God.” His hand tightened at the back of her neck as he captured her lips with his. His other hand slid to her backside, pulling her tighter to him until the ridge of his cock pressed against her mound. His tongue probed at her lips and with a soft moan she let him in, her hands fisting his shirt at the shoulders.
The sweet taste of the strawberry wine cooler greeted her tongue as their tongues danced. The need in her pussy increased and she began to rock against him, the thin strip of material of her panties rubbing against her clit with each rotation of her hips, fuelling the fire developing within her.
His hand at her bottom slowly made its way under her skirt to grasp her bare ass. His fingers dug into the flesh as he began to move his hips with her, intensifying her need and causing her to moan against his lips.
“Is your pussy drenched for me?” he asked, as his lips left hers and began to work their way along her jawbone to her neck.
“Yes.” She shuddered as he nipped at her neck. Tessa tilted her head to the side, giving him access to the sensitive flesh of her neck. “God, I want you,” she moaned.
His hand on her bottom slid between her legs and under her panties to cup her mound. Another rush of need travelled through her, intensifying the need between her legs. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s strong hand, holding her and exploring her most intimate of places. She’d nearly forgotten how incredible it could be and what kind of rush it gave her. Her hands slipped between them and quickly undid his belt and jeans. Slipping her hand under the waistband of his briefs, she freed his erection.
“Tessa, damn,” he whispered, his free hand slipping to her back and slowly unzipping the back of her dress, the bodice of the dress going slack on her. When her hand grasped his cock his body tensed and he groaned, his teeth biting at her shoulder.
She swiped her thumb across the head of his cock, swiping off the pre-cum. On impulse she sat back on him, her gaze locked with his, and she brought her thumb to her lips and sucked it into her mouth. He inhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as his eyes lowered from her eyes and fixated on her lips. As she removed her thumb from her mouth she shrugged the thin straps of the dress down her arms. The top of her dress fell away to display her peach-coloured lacy bra.
“Do you have any idea how hard this is getting for me?”
A saucy smirk spread across her lips. “How hard?” she asked, slipping her hand between them and grasping his cock again. She was never like this, never. This was the way she imagined Samantha would act with a man. But the way he was looking at her with such hunger, it only fuelled the fire within her, giving her a confidence she hadn’t felt in a very long time – if ever. And it felt so good – empowering.
He groaned, pulling her forward and placing a string of kisses along her collarbone. “You have no idea.”
As his lips reached the center of her chest, his finger worked the clasp on her strapless bra. With a quick flick of the wrist the clasp sprang free and her bra fell away, leaving her bare to him. One of his hands slid around and cupped her breast, while his lips lowered to her other. His tongue flicked out and lashed at her nipple before gently nipping, sending a rush of pleasure through her.
The heat between her legs increased her wetness beginning to dampen her panties, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. “Chase. Mmm.” Her hand tightened around his cock as she began stroking him.
His lips released her first nipple and travelled to the second, which was already tight from his fingers teasing. He sucked it in hard and her entire body froze for a split second as a jolt of pleasure and pain rocked through her. Releasing her nipple, he slid a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her lips down to his, kissing her with more intensity.
She was so focused on stroking him while their tongues duelled that she didn’t even notice him shifting her until she was on her back on the sofa, his rock hard body covering hers. Her hand remained on his cock, guiding it to her lace-covered mound as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter and cursing the lace barrier keeping them apart.
“Damn, Tessa.” He sat back just long enough to hook his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pull them down, tossing them to the floor. She squirmed out of the dress and tossed it to the floor on top of the panties, leaving her naked before him.
“I think you have way too many pieces of clothing on,” Tessa said, giving him a hesitant smile, suddenly feeling unsure as his eyes scanned every inch of her naked body.
He cocked a brow up at her and smiled, running his index finger along her collarbone and sending a shiver of anticipation through her. “You think so?”
“Uh-huh.”
His finger lazily worked its way down her stomach, getting closer and closer to her shaven mound. His eyes followed his finger as she watched his expression. Her breath hitched in her throat and her parted legs widened in invitation when his finger reached her mound.
Her eyes looked down to his cock, rock solid and with another drop of pre-cum at the tip, beckoning her. Taunting her with the pleasure it could offer. “Chase.”
Just when she thought he was going to slip his teasing finger into her core, he straightened and got up from the sofa. “I should go,” he murmured, quickly doing up his pants.
Tessa stared at him flabbergasted, watching as he tucked himself away. “What? You’re what? You’re going?” She couldn’t have heard right. He had to be joking. She sat up and immediately became self-conscious, grabbing the soft black throw blanket from back of the sofa and wrapping it around herself. What in the fuck was happening right now? Was this some sort of game for him?
He raked a hand through his hair and nodded. “I think that would be best.”
Is this some sort of fucked-up joke? she asked herself standing, anger beginning to boil within her. Did he get off on having a girl naked and begging him? “Best? Are you serious?”
“I don’t want to rush this. I think it would be best…” He flashed her a timid smile, turned from her and began walking across the room to the kitchen.
How dare he! What an asshole! Tessa went storming after him, her anger from his rejection increasing with each step. Meeting up with him at the archway dividing the kitchen from the living room and placing herself in front of him, she blocked his path.
“Is this your idea of a joke?”
“Huh?” He cocked his head to the side, eyeing her.
“You just decided to get me naked, begging you to fuck me and then leave. That’s your thing? You get off on that, do you?” She shot him with the nastiest glare she could muster. She could hardly believe she’d blown off Eric for this.
“I umm…” Chase rubbed the back of his neck.
She planted her hands on her hips, continuing to glare up at him, her anger reaching its boiling point. “You know, I bet the lawyer I was with tonight wouldn’t have left.”
They stood staring at each other for what felt like an endless minute; the sound of the people on television fucking was the only thing to be heard. To her shock, with a low growl Chase pounced.
Tessa yelped and the blanket fell to the fl
oor, puddling at her feet as he pressed her against the wall, grabbing her slender wrists and securing them against the wall above her head with one of his large, stronger ones. Her heartrate accelerated as his lips came crashing down onto hers, his kiss hard and demanding, punishing her. She gasped and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips, seeking out hers.
She moaned against his lips, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him even tighter against her, her naked body squirming against his fully clothed one. She ground her shaven mound against him, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against her clit, and moaned against his mouth, her hands fisting above her head.
As their kiss deepened becoming frenzied, the alluring aroma of his cologne joined in the sensory overload of pleasure that was leaving her lightheaded from desire. Closing her eyes she squirmed again, fighting against his hands. She wanted to touch him so badly it hurt, but even as his lips left hers, his hands refused to allow her to escape.
“Please!” Continuing to squirm, she moaned as his lips worked their way down the side of her neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh, sending ripple upon ripple of pleasure though her.
Chase stopped his assault on her neck to straighten. She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her and into her eyes. “Begging again, baby. Funny how I can make you go from verbally assaulting me to begging me for mercy in seconds.”
“I’m…” God, why are words so damned hard right now? She groaned inwardly. She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason, and she sure as hell couldn’t process what he was saying, the desire building within her and the increasing need to release becoming too strong. “I’m…”
“You’re what, baby?” Moving just slightly away from her, he slipped a hand between them, cupping her mound.
Closing her eyes she moaned again, bucking against his hand. Spreading her pussy lips, Chase slipped a finger between her folds, finding her clit, stroking and torturing her relentlessly. “I… Oh God! Please. I need…”
“Need what?” His lips grazed the side of her neck and she groaned, becoming lightheaded. She was on the brink. A part of her wanted to push him away, the pleasure becoming too much, but instead gripped his shoulders, pulled him tighter as she hit the brink of her desire and cried out as she went toppling over the edge.
