by Grey, Chloe
“We could have annihilated the evil dragon dude. You were just scared we were going to die, and that’s why you insisted we turn tail instead of trying to fight it.”
Meaghan was finished creating her character, a sorceress. Chase was still working on his character, and she sighed.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Do you have that memory card our old game was on?”
“Sorry. I thought it was in the bag. I checked three times. I must have left it in our stuff. I’m sorry I can’t find it now.”
“It’s okay.” She reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Starting from the beginning won’t be that bad.”
“Of course it won’t. We can relive the experience, and I’ll find the memory card later on.”
“Going over the storyline again will be helpful.”
Once Chase was finished, they sat back.
“Welcome, brave adventurers. It’s is a pleasure to meet you. I am a wizard. I wish I could say I was a wizard of great prominence, but, sadly, I am just a wizard, nothing more. I don’t dare to go out into the world, because I know I don’t have the skills to survive.”
Meaghan felt Chase’s arm wrap around her, and she cuddled closer to him.
“This world is dangerous. You must remember that, and you will need some guidance. That’s what I’m here for.”
“It’s aged well.” Chase sounded pleased. “This is just like I remember it, even though the game is well over a decade old.”
“Some games only seem to get better.” She tried not to notice how nice he smelled, because that wasn’t going to do her any good. The memory of the kiss she gave him resurfaced. She pushed away the thought. “I remember this game being rather long.”
“We can’t skip the intro, can we? I pressed all the buttons I could think of, trying to get past it, and there was nothing I could do, so we had to watch it. I remember now.”
“Oh, and the wizard got angry with us, didn’t he? I think they actually programmed him differently, depending on how the players dealt with having to spend five very long minutes watching this.”
“In that case, I’m not touching any buttons. Maybe we’ll get something nice from him for being patient. That would be cool.”
“Your first sword!” She laughed. “Do you remember how useless it was? I think I remember your character, Rex, making the decision he’d be better off with a stick.”
“He would have been. That sword was terrible. I’ve never been given something that awful, and it was probably due to our impatience.”
The whole time they watched the wizard explaining the game, Meaghan was distracted by Chase’s scent, and how warm he was. The desire to kiss him again was growing. She didn’t understand it. Why do I want to kiss him so badly?
She was glad the beginning scene didn’t last anywhere near as long as it had when the two of them first watched it. She was soon on the other side of the sofa, working on improving her sorceress character. Despite the distraction, she found herself looking at Chase far more often than she should be. She wondered if she should give in to her desire.
As time passed, she thought about it more and more. It wasn’t until they got past the first of the mini bosses, and he embraced her in a celebratory hug, that she gave in and kissed him. When he kissed her back, she forced herself not to think too much about what she was doing. Thinking about it would end the kiss, and she didn’t want that.
She ran her hands along his chest as he parted her lips and slipped his tongue inside. He was wearing a t-shirt she’d bought him one Christmas. She was in a blouse he’d gotten her for a birthday. Chase seemed to decide she didn’t need it anymore. He parted from the kiss. Soon, their shirts were on the floor. For a moment, before they resumed the kiss, she stared at his bare chest. She had seen it for a long time. He was ripped, and so strong.
As they kissed again, their bodies pressing hard together, Meaghan realized how much she wanted him. She focused on the sensation rising from between her legs and spreading through her. Neither of them was in a rush to remove the rest of their clothes. It seemed he wanted to make the most of their connection. She felt the same. Knowing she was arousing him was tantalizing in itself.
This was so different than her other sexual experiences, and she especially tried not to think about her first time. The second time had been better. The third time was sort of between the two. Maybe it was because she’d never known anyone as well as she knew Chase. Being with him made sense. She reminded herself she could live in the moment, and make the most of every second.
He stood up and led her to the bed. They stretched out, caressing each other, the videogame forgotten.
He undid the button on her jeans. “Is this okay?”
“It’s better than okay, Chase. Are you okay with it?”
“Yes, Meg, I am.” He kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. He withdrew for a moment, gazing into her eyes. “God, you’re so…you’re beautiful, Meaghan. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long.”
He stroked some strands of hair away from her face. “I never thought anything like this could or should happen between us, though. But now, I just want to please you.”
His kissed her again, drawing her body tight against his. There was no going back now.
***
The certainty in her eyes was a relief. Chase loved the sight of her nearly bare breasts, and her lips, swollen with his kisses. She felt great in his arms. He wanted to take it slowly, but raw need was building faster than he could control it.
He kissed her again, undoing the zipper on her jeans. He tugged them off until she was wearing only her underwear. She blushed.
“My bra and panties don’t match.”
“So what?”
“So…I don’t know.” She fidgeted as though it bothered her. Maybe she wanted him to see her only at her best, but he didn’t care.
“I like it, Meg. It’s you. Your socks never match, so I never expected you to have matching underwear.”
She laughed. “I have some, for special occasions, but I’ll make sure I never wear them for you. It might confuse you.”
He poked her in the shoulder. “It probably would.” He undid his belt, being careful, because he didn’t want the cold metal to touch Meaghan’s soft, warm skin. “Are you going to help me with these?”
“Maybe.”
Her face was bright red. She studied him as he struggled to get his jeans off. Then, she helped him, not caring his boxers came off with them. She became bold and slipped her hands around to cup his ass. It shocked him. He wasn’t entirely certain what his next move should be. For some reason, it was so different with her. He felt as though he were covering new territory.
She seemed to have noticed his hesitation. “Don’t be scared, Chase. I want this. You want this. Just touch me. We’ll be fine.”
He couldn’t seem to get us that almost made him lose his mind. Her hands wrapped around his cock. She stroked up and down his shaft. And he couldn’t stop himself after that. He gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them off. The moan she let out was enough to drive him wild.
She was so wet when he slid his thumb over her clit, and then two fingers inside her. Her hot breath caressed his cheek when she moaned, gently rubbing her fingers against his pulsing manhood. He kept asking himself if it was really happening, and he wanted to make the most of the moment. Intimacy felt so different with her.
“Are you okay?” Meaghan studied him. “You seem distracted.”
“That’s what happens when a man is trying to stop himself from coming too soon.” He gasped, feathering kisses along her jawline.
“So you like how I’m touching you, Chase?” She giggled, as he sucked gently on the sweet flesh of her neck. “I can stop, if it makes things easier.”
“You’re sweet, but I really don’t think it will. I want you so bad.” He slid his tongue out and licked her skin. He couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted. “I want to be inside you.”
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“Mmmm,” she moaned, pressing her lips against his. “I want you too, Chase,” she added breathlessly.
“Really?” He knew he had a condom somewhere in one compartment of their backpack, which he’d left by the bed. He hunted for it, hating that it meant leaving her embrace. Yes! Once he had the packet in his hand, she snatched it away from him.
“What are you doing, Meaghan?”
“Come here.”
As he stood at the edge of the bed, she sat up and rolled the condom over his cockhead and up his thick, hard shaft. He gasped at her delicate touch, and sank against the mattress.
Slipping on top of her, he pressed his body against her. With one thrust, he was deep inside. She moaned, digging her fingernails into the flesh of his back.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he whispered.
“No.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Oh my God, no…It feels so good.”
“I had to check.”
“Don’t worry so much. Now fuck me, Chase. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He moved slowly. He wanted to pound into her, hard, but didn’t want to hurt her. Every time she gasped with pleasure and bucked her hips for more contact with his cock, he felt more sure of himself. She was enjoying it.
A sense of possessiveness overcame him. It was a feeling that she was his. He refused to overthink it. It was raw, hot, primal, feeling her tight against his cock. She stroked her hands down his back, and squeezed his ass, pulling him as close to her as he could get.
“Fuck me harder, Chase. I promise you I won’t break baby. You feel so good inside me.”
She arched her back and pressed the back of her head against the pillow, moaning out her pleasure as he picked up the pace. He thrust deep inside her, hard, and the noises she made urged him on. She gripped his ass with one hand, running the other hand through his hair. She curled her legs tight around him. Reaching between them, he pressed his thumb over her clit, causing her to moan louder. When she clenched around him, tightening her legs and pulling him closer, he couldn’t stop his own climax.
For a long while, he didn’t move. She stroked his back, not pushing him away. Finally, he drew himself up and gazed into her eyes. Meaghan smiled up at him.
“Hi baby,” she murmured.
“Hi.” He rolled on to his back beside her.
“That was wonderful.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
She yawned. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think I want to go to sleep now.”
“Tired?”
“Yeah.” Their eyes met.
“It’s probably not even eight at night,” Chase mentioned.
“Tell that to my body. And by the way.”
“Yes?”
“Please stay with me. Share the bed with me.”
“Alright. One sec.” He went to the bathroom and flushed the condom down the toilet. When he returned, he flopped back on the bed and kissed her softly on the lips. “Good night, Meaghan.”
“Night, baby.”
He drifted off to sleep thinking of the way she’d felt against him, replaying her tender kisses and her legs wrapped around his hips in his mind—almost as if he was worried it would never happen again.
Chapter 8
Chase awoke to the sound of the alarm on Meaghan’s phone. “You going to turn that off?” he grumbled, stretching beneath the covers.
“Yeah.” She sounded like she was still half asleep, and when she tried to turn the alarm off, all she managed to do was knock the phone to the floor. “Stupid thing always does that.”
When she leaned down to fetch it, he found himself studying her, wondering if they’d ever make love again. He was beginning to think it might have been a huge mistake. She sat upright and turned to him. A broad smile graced her face. He smiled back at her.
The look she gave him seemed to say his thoughts were far off. Like the kiss in the diner, she looked like she was ready for more. “Feel like a shower…with me?” she asked.
“Um, sure,” he answered. He felt his cock twitch just thinking about it. Who could turn down an offer like that? The concern he had before disappeared. Anticipation flooded through his body.
She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. Chase stepped ahead and turned on the shower to warm up the water. She got inside and tugged him to follow. He went in after her. He pulled a small bath towel from the rack. He scrubbed her back gently and she groaned.
“God, I needed that. Keep scrubbing, Chase. It feels so good.” After a few minutes, she turned toward him. “Turn around. I’ll do your back now.”
He turned and she scrubbed slowly. She didn’t miss a spot. She went from his neck down to his ankles. Her touch was intense, and he had no more control over his cock. It stood at attention, and when she turned him around again, she stopped short for a moment. Her eyes were wide and full of need.
“Oh my God, Chase. I can’t believe how muscular you are. You don’t even work out that much.”
“It’s all those years fixing cars with Dad. Maybe it’s good genes too.”
“And can I say one more thing?”
“Sure.”
“I love your big cock. I never realized it was so big! I mean, yeah, you were inside me last night, but I didn’t get to look at it. It’s massive!”
Her hands dropped the small bath rag and reached down to touch it. Chase could only stand and groan while his eyes rolled back into his head. When he opened his eyes again, he admired her gorgeous, perfect breasts and tiny waist. She continued to pump his cock, and traced her other hand up his chest, lingering slowly to feel his pecs and abs.
Chase couldn’t stand there anymore. He slid his hand down to her thighs, and let fingers explore her clit. She let out a long moan. He had to have her now. He picked her up in one sharp motion. Her arms snaked around his neck and legs wrapped tightly around his hips. She seemed ready to take him inside, but he didn’t have any doubt when she said, “Fuck me now, Chase. I need you so bad.”
He turned toward the side wall and pinned her up against it, careful not to slip as he buried his cock deep inside her hot, sweet channel.
“Oh God, Chase. You feel so good.” Her groans of pleasure were so foreign, but he loved every sound she made.
“Meaghan,” he rumbled from his throat. The feel of his bare cock inside her was mind-blowing. He could feel every movement, and she was so tight.
“Fuck! I think I’m gonna come,” he exclaimed. He thrust his cock wildly inside her, pounding deep until she seemed ready to climax. Her head tilted back and he felt her channel tighten around his shaft as she screamed her orgasm. In no time, his own body shuddered as he came deep inside her.
He lowered her to her feet when she recovered, and kissed her hair, letting the water flow down their bodies. It felt like heaven to Chase. He could only hope she felt the same way.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.” Meaghan slipped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She took another towel and went back to sit in the sofa, while she hand-dried her hair. “I’m going to get dressed, and then we can go eat, okay?”
***
Chad wasn’t sure what to think. He wasn’t sure if he was being paranoid, or if Meaghan was really avoiding talking about what was happening between them. The couple of times he tried to raise it, she would change the subject or ignore the question altogether.
This time, before he could stop her to ask, she left the shower. He didn’t know what he would do about it, or if he would do anything at all. Meaghan had clearly decided their night together—and shower this morning—was something they shouldn’t be talking about, and he disagreed. They needed to deal with whatever was happening between them, not pretend it wasn’t there.
Maybe she would decide she didn’t want a relationship, but taking was better than avoidance. He couldn’t pretend they hadn’t slept together after it was done. He couldn’t shove the memory away. He couldn’t not think about it. Breathing deeply, he focused on th
eir plan for the day—search online for places, ride around for apartment magazines, and maybe call a few more realtors. Sounds like fun. But it wouldn’t be, not with the steaming hot memory of last night bouncing around in his head.
Chase dressed quickly before packing up his things on the sofa. He scolded himself for not just coming out and letting Meaghan know he needed to talk. All he really wanted to do was look after her, so if she decided she wasn’t ready to think about what happened, he wouldn’t force the issue. He didn’t regret anything about last night, or this morning.
Maybe he was overthinking things, but to him, being in a relationship with her would be entirely different from being best friends. He needed time to let her make a decision about that. He liked her. No, he loved her. And he had no issue showing it. He’d been so sure when he’d been making love to her, but everything seemed different in the stark light of day.
“What are you thinking about?”
Meaghan’s voice startled him. “Jeez, Meg. Sneaking up on me?” He turned to look at her. “I was thinking about what I want to have for breakfast.”
“Really?”
“Well that, and a few other things.” He could kick himself for not raising it after blowing it up to be such a big deal in his mind.
“The answer to breakfast is easy.” She sounded relieved to him. Maybe she’d been expecting him to bring up last night. “Are you doing all right?”
“Of course I am. When am I not?” He forced a smile. “I just need to get out. Let’s get breakfast.”
“Okay.” She rubbed her eyes. “I wish we didn’t have to wake up so early. I hate the sound of the alarm on my phone.”
“You hate anything that wakes you up. You hate me when I wake you up. It’s not unusual for you to hit me with a pillow when I’m forcing you out of bed.” He walked past her, feeling awkward at the mention of bed. He had to stop himself from squeezing her arm. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Being around her wasn’t easy, all of a sudden. Every time he looked at her, he thought about the expression on her face when she came. He tried to push the memories away, but it didn’t work. She didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t sure he did, either. Talking about it meant assessing what was happening. What were they now? And that was the problem. The labelling was hell.
