by Claire Adams
It had been months since I had a man between my legs. I loved oral sex and wished I could have it as much as possible. The fact that Chase so readily wanted to taste me made me really happy. I wanted to taste him just as badly, but I figured that would have to wait for another time. At least for that night, I wanted him to be in charge as much as I could possibly let him.
The idea that I could be a sweet and innocent girl for him was thrown out the window the first night we were together. But the stress of my last few weeks had overcome me, and I needed to feel the release of a hot, sweaty night with Chase. Everything else would just have to be figured out another day. For that night, I wanted to have pure, unadulterated, hot sex.
His tongue continued to work on me, and I felt my body build up with excitement. Slowly, he made his tongue flick and move around, and my hands held on tight to him for the ride. I wanted him – all of him. I couldn’t remember ever wanting a man as much as I wanted Chase at that very moment.
My hips thrust against him and I felt the moans as they escaped my mouth. Normally, I would have tried to be quieter, but Chase lived in a big house far away from any neighbors. I felt the freedom of the moment and let myself give into the release that he built up inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly as he continued to work.
My voice seemed to urge him on, and he moved his tongue harder against me. The way he touched my clit made me feel like I might lose my mind. Slow and deliberate clicks of his tongue made my thighs tighten and my hand hold even tighter to his hair.
“Oh, yes,” I screamed out, as my body built up with excitement.
The rush of energy filled me, and I felt the release of pure bliss as he continued to lick my wetness. I wanted him to stop, yet I wanted him to continue on forever. It was such a dilemma for me. My body shook with orgasm, and I pulled myself away from his tongue so I could catch my breath a little bit.
“Just a second,” he said as he left the room in a rush.
I didn’t know why he had gotten up and ran out so quickly, but when he arrived back with a small package in his hand, I knew what it was. The protection had been in his room, I was sure of it.
Chase struck me as the type of guy who had a lot of sex. He was probably hitting on a different woman every week. Normally, that would not be the type of guy I went for. But for the time being, I was all right with whatever was in his past. At that moment, it was just the two of us, and he was obviously dedicated to pleasing me in any way possible.
“Yes, good idea,” I said as I turned to my side and looked at him.
“You are so beautiful, Jordan,” he said as he slid the condom over his erect cock.
“Thank you, Chase,” I said. I looked at him and watched his engorged body as it pulsed with desire to be inside of me.
He climbed onto the bed and grabbed my legs. Gently, he flipped me onto my back and sat up on his knees with my legs in each of his hands. He looked down at my body, and I had to laugh a little.
The look in his eyes was like a carnivore about to devour his prey. He lowered his body onto me, and I felt his cock as it pressed up next to my opening.
“I’m going to make you scream with pleasure now,” he said with a smile as he slid inside of me.
His mouth came down to mine, and I felt my breath leave me as he filled me up. His cock was larger than I had expected, and I felt my body wriggle under him as I adjusted to fit him. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to accommodate him inside of me.
Our mouths stayed gently touching as he slid in and out of me, very slowly at first. Each stroke was deliberate and without much push in it. He sensed I was getting adjusted to him, and his lips touched mine so gently that I felt very comfortable.
Slowly, as our bodies moved together, I started to feel more and more comfortable until I was able to grab hold of his back and pull him toward me to push harder. With that little motion, Chase released his inner beast and started to thrust deeper into me. It was as if he had been waiting for me to give him permission to thrust harder. I was happy to give him the permission he needed. His cock felt wonderful as he thrust deep into me.
I couldn’t help but scream out as his body moved inside of mine. Everything about Chase was perfectly suited to me, and I wanted to feel that perfection deep inside of me. My screams came naturally with each thrust, and I couldn’t stop them. My body had to release all the pent up energy it had and all the desire I had, to feel an overwhelming release of pleasure.
I grabbed onto his back hard and pulled on him to thrust more and more. Through the motions, I was able to forget about my worry over being in America. I forgot about how concerned I was over who Chase really was. I even was able to let go of my worry over Ana and how she was doing. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.
Harder and harder, he moved inside of me, and I felt the intensity of the moment grow. He was there on top of me giving me his body and I was there giving him mine. It was a beautiful moment, and I knew I would remember it long after it was over. I would remember how he looked at me – that look was nothing I could ever forget.
Even if things didn’t work out between Chase and me, that moment was perfection.
Thrust after thrust, I took him into me and built up with excitement. His breathing became labored, and I felt it as he got ready to explode into me. I let myself relax and thrust my hips with him, and when the moment of desire finally hit me, my body let loose completely.
The orgasm was intense as my muscles clamped down on his cock, and I felt him explode with me. I had never had such perfect timing with a boyfriend before. Not that Chase was a boyfriend, or was he?
Boyfriend?
That word didn’t seem to fit our situation, but neither did the word friend. I didn’t exactly know what our relationship was or what it was going to be. All I knew was that it felt extremely right to me.
Was a boyfriend what Chase was? I didn’t know. We had just met, yet he had paid for me to travel across the world to see him. At the very least, I felt like he was more than a friend. But our relationship was difficult to describe. It wasn’t a relationship that could easily be put into a box.
We could figure that out later, though. Nothing needed to be decided right away. We had all the time in the world.
Mybreath heaved as I tried to calm my body after the huge explosion that had just taken place. Maybe I was still tired from my flight, or maybe the exertion of energy was too much for me, but within a minute of curling up into Chase’s arms, I found myself drifting off to sleep.
Sleeping in a man’s arms wasn’t something I was very familiar with. We both slept through most of the night without a movement. It felt so perfect when I woke up with Chase there next to me. His strong, muscular arms made me feel safe, and I had slept so soundly that it took me a minute to realize where I was when I woke up.
His muscles wrapped tightly around me, and I wanted to stay there forever, but my body needed to use the bathroom. I needed to freshen up a little before he woke up and saw what I really looked like in the morning.
I got up out of bed as quietly as possible. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I knew I should just hop in the shower, but all my clothes were in my room right next to the bed. And I was sure I would end up waking Chase up if I went for them.
Quietly, I snuck to my bag and started to go through my clothes to pick an outfit for the day. His eyes opened and looked up at me, and he grabbed my wrist gently.
“Shower?” he asked.
“Yes, I was just grabbing some clothes.”
“Come with me,” he said as he jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me to the bathroom connected to his room.
The master bathroom was by far bigger than any I had ever seen. Not only did it have a giant tub in the corner that looked like it could fit at least four people in it, but there was also a shower that had more shower heads than I could imagine would be useful.
There was basically a wall full of shower jets. It looked like it ha
d come straight out of some five-star spa or fancy hotel. I couldn’t believe that I was standing in the middle of such a beautiful bathroom, with such a downright sexy man.
“How many people is this shower for?” I joked.
“Well, it can comfortably fit six.”
I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was serious or not. He did strike me as the kind of guy who had a pretty active sex life. But still, why would six people need to be in one shower? Something about the way he said it, though, made me pretty sure he had been in that shower with five other people at some point in his life.
I walked in and sat down on the stone bench on one side of the shower, while Chase started the water on the other side. He tested it out, and when it was just right, he reached his hand out for me to come join him.
The fact that he reached his hand out and I still had to take three steps to join him showed just how large of a shower he had. It was perfect, and I could have stayed in that room with him for hours.
Chase positioned me so my back was facing all of the jets, and then he pressed a couple of buttons on the wall.
The water started to pulse in a pattern and worked its way up and down my back. It felt like there were a hundred little fingers working their way all around me. I loved every second of it. I pulled Chase toward me and his lips to mine, while the shower had its fun with my back.
We touched and explored each other in the shower, but we were both too exhausted to do anything else. It was delightful to feel his hands on my body, and I wanted him to stay home with me and lay in bed all day long. I knew he was going to need to go to work, though.
One thing I knew very much about successful men was that they were successful because they worked hard. Ana and I had a long conversation about how we hated when women got mad at their men for going to work, yet they wanted to be supported financially by them. If you wanted your man to provide a beautiful home and financial support for the family, you had to be all right with him going to work.
“What time do you think you’ll get back tonight?” I asked him.
“I actually don’t have to go in for a couple of hours. We can have breakfast first. It should be a short workday. Fridays are always that way. We have a lot of people who work four-day weeks.”
“All right. Then let’s get dressed and have some breakfast. It can be our first date.” I laughed.
I had never had sex with a man who I hadn’t even gone on a date with. In fact, I hadn’t even had sex with a guy without getting to know him over several dates. But, nothing about my relationship with Chase was normal. It was an experiment in something new.
“Yes, a breakfast date sounds perfect.”
Chase wrapped a towel around me, and I went back to my room to get dressed. I closed my door and jumped up and down. He was such a perfect guy, I couldn’t even contain myself. He was everything I had hoped for and more. Nothing could make the moment any more perfect.
I jumped around my room like a schoolgirl who had just been called on the phone by her crush. He was so handsome and nice. I couldn’t imagine anything better than the night we had just had. All my doubts about him were gone, and I felt like I had landed the jackpot of all guys. He was successful, and I knew it was with his father’s company, but that didn’t matter to me. Chase was the perfect guy for me, and I couldn’t wait to get to know him more and spend more time with him.
While I sat on my bed, I used the cell phone he had given me to try to get in contact with Ana or Gordon. Again, the numbers I had didn’t answer, and I felt the dread of that situation. I knew Ana would not have gone that long without getting in touch with me. She knew how worried I was about her and she knew I was going to be going crazy until I heard from her.
But, when I thought about it a little more, I realized she no longer had a way of actually getting a hold of me. I didn’t live in my apartment anymore, and my cell phone didn’t work in the United States. The only way we would be able to reach each other would be over email or if she miraculously picked up the phone that I had been calling – and I didn’t know if Ana would think to check her email. She had never been too much into technology and had only recently started to use her phone to get apps and check email. I desperately hoped she remembered her password and checked her email sometime soon so I could know she was safe.
When I had finished getting dressed and making myself a little more presentable, I made my way out to the kitchen where I saw Chase getting breakfast started. I stopped to admire him before he realized I was there.
He looked handsome in his work suit, and I wondered if he usually made himself breakfast at home or if he had someone else that made it. I really didn’t know very much about him and I couldn’t wait to get to know him more.
The house was so big – I knew there was no way he kept it clean without having someone else help with that. So, it made sense that he might have had someone else who did his shopping and cooking for him, too.
“Oh, you’re a cook. I think I’m going to like this,” I said as I sat down at the counter.
“I’m not a cook. These eggs are going to be the worst thing you have ever tasted,” he said with a smile.
“I’ll pretend to like them.”
“Uh oh. How good are you at pretending? I don’t want to feel bad about my cooking skills.”
“I’m really good. I can make you believe I’m tasting the most delicious eggs in the world.”
He smiled and handed me a plate of eggs. They actually did look delicious and, with my first bite, I knew he was totally messing with me when he said he was a bad cook. They had a touch of flavoring and some cheese added to them. They might have been the best tasting eggs I really had ever had.
“Mmm, these eggs are so good. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I teased him as I ate my eggs.
“Now you’re scaring me.”
“Why?”
“Because those screams of ‘yes’ sounded an awful lot like what I heard coming out of you last night.”
Chase came over toward me and leaned down to kiss my cheek gently. I blushed at the mention of my screams from the night before. In the light of day, I was suddenly shy again. It was the way he looked at me – I instantly felt like a schoolgirl.
“I can guarantee the screams I made last night were totally genuine,” I said as I grabbed him and pulled him toward me.
Our mouths seemed to fit perfectly together, and I wanted to keep him right there with me for the rest of the morning. But there was a knock on the door that distracted us.
Something about the knock scared me, and I saw a little fear in Chase’s eyes as well. It wasn’t a friendly knock. Instead, it sounded like someone was angry.
The pounding on the door came again, and this time it was much more urgent. It sounded like a fist being pounded against the door, and I was afraid. I looked at Chase to see if he was going to answer it.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward to his room. He handed me a black book and pushed me toward the back of his closet. The fear in his eyes was crazy, and I knew something really wrong was going on.
Whoever was at the door scared Chase enough that he didn’t want me around. He opened up what looked like a safe room, like I had seen in movies. The room was hidden by a shelf of shoes, and you couldn’t even tell it was there until he had opened it. He shoved me into the room and I just stared up at him, as he started to close the door.
Chapter Eleven
Chase
“Don’t come out unless you hear me say the word unicorn,” I said to her before closing the door.
“What?” she asked.
“Listen to me. No matter what you hear, no matter what! You don’t open that door unless you hear me say the word unicorn. Do you understand, Jordan?”
“I understand,” Jordan said.
I shut the safe room door and put the shelf back in front of it. If Jose Escabar had decided to come after me for his book, I was going to make sure that Jordan didn�
�t get hurt and that she would at least have the book to show the police.
Quickly, I made my way out to the front door, but just as I was about to open it, there was a loud bang of a gun. The door blew open.
I ducked down to the ground and looked up to see the lock had been shot off my door and three men pushed their way into the house. It was Marco and two other guys. They didn’t look like they had come for a regular visit.
Marco stayed in the back and let the two other men come and pick me up off of the ground. They grabbed my arms firmly and held onto me so hard that I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore.
“Chase, you took something from Jose, and I need to get that back,” Marco said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Chase. Jose sent these two to get that book and me to make sure it gets done. We will do whatever we need to in order to get the book.”
I was afraid. More afraid than I could ever imagine being. Although Marco and I were friends from high school, I knew he would do whatever it was that Jose told him to. The problem was, I didn’t think that handing over the book at that point was going to benefit me in any way.
Right after I took the book, I knew I shouldn’t have. There was no assurance I could keep myself or my family safe with that book. It was an impulsive decision that I should have thought through much longer than I did.
But it was too late now. I had the book, and I wasn’t about to give it up. If Jose and his goons knew I had indeed taken it, there would be nothing to stop them from killing me and just going after my father for the money I owed. Or, they might kill me and forget about the money owed, just be done with me and the whole mess.
No! I can’t do it!
The only way I could keep myself and my family safe was to keep the book and use it when I needed to. But I knew that meant I would have to try and convince Marco and his goons that someone else had actually taken the book.
“Marco, you know me. I wouldn’t do something that stupid.”
