I was completely spent as I rested on the mattress, my eyes closed, trying hard to regain control over my breathing. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would beat right out of my chest. I lay there in the quietness of my room and heard him chuckle as I felt the bed move, and I opened my eyes to look in his direction. He now stood between my legs. His jeans had fallen to the floor, his hard, thick cock sat in his hand, and his eyes washed over me as he stood there stroking himself.
Before I could say anything, even beg for a moment to regain control over myself, he dropped his cock and gripped my legs, pulling me down to the edge of the bed. He was definitely in control of this situation, and I secretly loved every second of it. Once he had me where he wanted me, he ran his cock through my wet center, placing himself snuggly against my entrance. Bending down, he met my lips as he slowly inched himself inside of me, stretching me, his hands running over me, gripping my body as he pumped deeply into me. I cried out his name and dug my fingers into his back as he pressed his way into me, until he was fully seated in me.
"Soph..." he breathed out as he continued to pump into me, slow and deep. I gripped his back, feeling his tense muscles, his breathing ragged, and thought for a second that I felt his body quiver. He hands gripped my body tightly, stiffening as he poured himself into me. He collapsed against me, catching his breath.
We now lay in the dark, my head resting on Chase's chest, listening to his heart beating. His fingers danced in tiny circles on my shoulder, occasionally kissing the top of my head. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"I just don't want you to think that I am always that weak. I can normally go for hours."
I blushed at his words, not sure what to say.
He chuckled a little. "I'm also really curious as to why we waited so fucking long to do this?" he said, pulling me closer to him.
I thought for a minute. I searched my mind to try and find some reason that actually made sense for me to answer his question. The longer I thought about it, I quickly realized that I could not come up with anything that made sense. I didn't know if it was because he had just totally blown my mind or because part of me had always secretly wanted him. Whatever the reason, I was glad we finally had, and I was looking forward to the rest of the week. I shrugged and, looking off into the distance, I whispered, "Honestly, I don't really know why."
"Well, that calms me a bit. It must have been good if you're actually answering that question with that answer." He chuckled, placing his arm behind his head, pulling me closer.
I lifted my head and kissed his lips. "I really can't think of a way that it could have been any better. Thank you."
Chase chuckled. "Well, I can." He rolled up onto his shoulder and pulled the blankets up over our head and kissed me hard, his hands roaming over me again, leading us both back down that path of no return.
14
Chase
I woke to the shower running. Other than that, the apartment was silent, and the sun was starting to rise over the neighboring apartment buildings. I rolled onto my back, put my arm behind my head, and lay there staring at the ceiling, trying not to think of Sophie naked in the shower, but it was proving to be impossible.
I had laid awake long after Sophie had fallen asleep. I lay there watching her, watching the calmness on her face that I so rarely saw from my best friend. The evening had started off somewhat rough but had ended in mind-blowing sex. I loved my best friend, but at times she was so uptight and worried about everything that it drove me crazy. Especially now she was so worried about how things would end up progressing between us that it had pretty much forced me to pick up my game. That was one thing that was different about her than all the others I dated, I rarely had to work at it, which had made me lazy. Images flashed through my mind of her earlier in the evening. The look on her face when I had taken her on the carriage ride down to the lake, then the look in her eyes at the end of our first kiss. I softly smiled to myself thinking about it. The more I had watched her while she slept the more I realized just how beautiful she truly was. Suddenly, the need to place my lips on hers was overwhelming, and I'd had to force myself to roll over to keep from kissing her again.
I'd had no idea where it had come from, but that same need that I had fought off last night while watching her sleep was starting all over again. My cock was starting to ache at the thought of kissing those perfectly bowed lips. I reached under the sheets and gripped the base of my cock, squeezing it, trying to get the throbbing to stop, but it did little good. "Fuck it," I said aloud to myself and got up from the bed.
I was just about to the bathroom door when I heard the shower shut off. A huge surge of disappointment ran through my body, but I decided to go ahead and open the door anyways. We could always just jump right back into that hot shower.
My hand was just about on the door handle when the door was suddenly ripped away from me and a towel-wrapped Sophie came bursting into the room. Her eyes wandered over my naked body, stopping on my hardened cock. Her cheeks flushed and a small smile came to her lips, which quickly vanished when she saw me looking at her. "Good morning," she murmured.
"Good morning. You're up early this morning."
"Every morning. Where were you going?"
I smiled. "Well, since I woke up in a cold empty bed, I thought I would come in and surprise you, maybe have a little fun in the shower," I said, raising my eyebrows at her and tugging at the knot in the front of the towel, trying to pull her closer, or better yet make her lose that towel she was now clutching tightly.
She stepped back out of my reach. "In the shower?" She scrunched up her nose in this cute way I had never seen her do before, or perhaps had never noticed, at my suggestion.
I did my best to suppress the laugh that threatened to erupt at her comment. "Come on, have you seriously never done it in the shower before? Shower sex is fantastic."
She shook her head as her cheeks flushed and her gaze hit the floor in embarrassment. She let out a sigh and walked over to her closet and began sifting through the clothes that hung there.
"Wait, you're serious? You've never done it in the shower?"
"You should get dressed, in case you forgot today is Jenna's birthday. We have plans with her and Matt tonight, and I still need to grab a gift for her."
"Come on, Soph, I didn't mean to upset you." I frowned and watched as Sophie clutched the towel tighter to her body. She ignored me by starting to search through her closet. I hadn't meant to upset her. Hell, I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, take her in that bathroom, and make her forget about anything and everything she felt she needed to do today. I was about to grab her waist and pull her into me when she looked over her shoulder in my direction.
"Didn't you hear me? Are you going to get ready or are you going to stand there all day and stare at me?"
The smile fell from my face when I realized she was serious and I made no further attempts to talk about the subject. Instead, I grabbed my bag that sat on the floor at the bottom of the bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
We had spent most of the afternoon at the mall looking for a gift for Jenna. No matter what I had suggested, Sophie flat out turned it down. I was beginning to get very irritated when she finally decided on a gift basket from one of Jenna's favorite stores and a couple movie passes. As the day had gone on, the tension between us mounted, and Sophie seemed to be more on edge than she had been earlier that morning.
I had been instructed to be ready by five, and I stood looking over my reflection in the hallway mirror fifteen minutes early while I waited on Sophie. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and straightened my collar as Sophie came out from the bedroom. "You just about ready?" I questioned, glancing at my watch.
"Are you sure we shouldn't just drive our own separate vehicles?" Sophie asked as she grabbed her shoes from the closet and slipped them onto her feet.
"It's fine. If they ask, which I'm sure they won't, but if they do, I picked you up becau
se your car wouldn't start." I shrugged. "They won't think anything of it because I am closer to you than they are. It would make perfect sense that you called me and not them."
"All right, if you say so, but I think it would just be easier to go separately," she bit out, slipping into her coat.
“Why? I’m just coming back here tonight anyways.”
You could cut the tension with a knife as we drove in silence to the restaurant. Sophie sat fiddling with the ribbon on the gift bag, as she looked out the window, completely ignoring me. I knew those two things combined meant she was pissed off with me, but I still tried to calm the situation. "You can put the radio on if you like," I offered, pulling out onto the main road. I'd had all the silence I could handle.
"No, it's okay." Sophie shrugged, not once looking my way. “I have a headache.”
“Sure, okay a headache, right,” I mumbled under my breath. That comment had gotten me a stern look from Sophie, who went right back to looking out the window when I’d glanced at her.
She had been acting like this all day for absolutely no reason, and I was beyond irritated by her cold shoulder. We had never treated one another this way. I pulled up to the stoplight and turned to watch her. She sat there still twirling that stupid ribbon around her finger, ignoring me as if I weren’t even there. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, of course. Why would you ask that?"
I let out a deep breath and prayed I wasn't starting a major argument with my best friend before heading into a birthday celebration for another one of our friends. "Soph, you've barely looked at me since this morning. So you can say what you want, but I'm not an idiot."
"Let me guess, you've been with enough women to know when one is upset with you." She let out a breath, rolled her eyes, and pointed to the sign coming up on our right to show me that we were almost there. I pulled into the parking lot and into the first spot and cut the engine.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"Just drop it. We are late. Now are you sure you don't want me to go in first? You know how I always arrive before you. If they ask, I'll just tell them that I parked around back."
I blew out a frustrated breath. "Sophie, it’s fine," I said as I unbuckled my belt. This was exactly like Sophie, worried about everything. At this point, I didn't care what Matt or Jenna thought. What I cared about and was more concerned with was what she had meant by that snarky little comment. I took one look at her worried face, rolled my eyes, and took her hand in mine. "They aren't going to think anything of it. Just relax," I said, bringing the back of her hand to my lips and kissing her. "Why are you so worried?"
"I'm not worried about anything," she murmured, hiding her eyes from me. Instead of taking two minutes to talk to me, she grabbed the gift bag and her purse from the floor and got out of the car.
I frowned and followed her lead. By the time I had locked the doors and walked around the car, Sophie was already halfway across the parking lot, so I picked up the pace to catch up to her.
We were barely through the door when I saw Jenna wave from the table in the back. Placing my hand on Sophie's back, I leaned in to whisper in her ear when she suddenly called out to Jenna and went running into the restaurant, leaving me standing there.
I stared down at the half-eaten piece of apple pie that sat on my plate and ran my fork through the sweet, sticky filling. Sophie and Jenna were now out on the dance floor, while I sat with Matt in the booth. I sipped on my Crown and Coke, while Matt told me about one of the cases he was working on at the firm. I knew he was telling me something important, I could tell from the look on his face, but my mind was on one thing and only one thing—Sophie. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched how her hips swayed as she danced. She had me entranced, and I couldn't help but allow my eyes to wander her body.
"Did you hear what I said?" Matt snapped his fingers in front of my face as he waited for a response to whatever question he had apparently asked.
"Huh, what?"
"You feeling okay? You barely ate anything, and you're not paying attention to anything I have said."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. My mind is on other things right now."
"I can see that. Care to talk about it?"
I shook my head and looked over his shoulder at Sophie.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he asked as he turned around and looked in the direction of the girls.
"Nothing, it's nothing. So back to what you were saying," I said, trying to pull his attention back to me, but it did little good. In full view, Sophie and Jenna were both dancing and laughing. My eyes were trained on the curves of her hips as she danced on the dance floor with Jenna. I took another sip of my Crown and Coke, trying to calm the ache in my pants, when I noticed Matt staring at me.
"Sophie, huh?" Matt asked, smiling at me. He had seen me staring at her; there was no hiding it now. I fought internally for a few minutes about spilling everything to Matt.
"Sophie what?" I heard Jenna ask, and I looked up in time to see that both Jenna and Sophie stood beside the table out of breath and with smiles on their faces.
I swallowed hard, thinking fast. "Sophie and I should get going," I said, looking at my watch and downing my drink.
"Already?" Jenna and Sophie cried out at the same time.
"Yeah, I have an early morning tomorrow, and I need to drop Sophie off before I head home," I lied. Sophie met my eyes, and I hoped she could read the want in them. I didn’t want to fight with her. I just wanted to pin her up against the wall in her bedroom and have my way with her.
"We can take her," Matt announced.
"Yeah, stay," Jenna urged, wrapping her arm around Sophie. "Dance the night away with me."
Sophie looked at me and bit her bottom lip. "No, it’s okay. I'm tired anyways," Sophie said, hugging Jenna and whispering something in her ear at which Jenna nodded and smiled.
As we were on our way out of the restaurant, I stopped and took care of the bill for the four of us. I figured it was the least I could do for bailing early. Sophie had wanted to pay, but I insisted.
We drove back to Sophie's condo in uncomfortable silence again. She still would barely make eye contact with me. We had ridden the elevator in silence and were now standing outside the door to her condo. I leaned up against the wall, watching while she fumbled through her purse for the key. If she knew the thoughts that were running through my mind, she might start looking at me a little nicer. "You planning on talking to me tonight?" I asked quietly so we didn't disturb the other tenants.
She continued rooting through her bag and finally pulled her keys, quickly inserting it into the lock and opening the door. She dropped her purse to the floor, kicked off her shoes, and turned to look my way. "What would you like to talk about? My lack of sexual experience for one?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious." She turned and marched down the hall toward her bedroom. I followed. There was no way I was going to spend the night fighting with her because she was hung up on the stupid idea that I had been making fun of her this morning.
I walked into the bedroom to see her digging through her top dresser drawer and shoving handfuls of what looked like lingerie into a bag. "I take it you told Matt all about how inexperienced I am. Bet the pair of you had a really good laugh over it too."
"What on earth are you talking about? No, I didn't tell Matt anything. What are you doing?"
"I'm getting rid of all this stuff. All the stuff I bought that I am too inexperienced to wear. Not only that, but I’d feel like an utter ass wearing them for you anyways," she barked, continuing to stuff things into the bag.
I walked over and grabbed her hands, stopping her from shoving yet another handful of lacy and silky things into the bag. "Just stop."
"No, I bought this so you'd like being with me. So, I compared to all the others you've been with. Figured you might as well have something that you like to look at if you had to do this." She held out a black lacy bra and panties, which I
took from her and looked at. I couldn't help the smile that sat on my lips. They were hot as hell, and I’d probably kill to see some woman in them, but they sure as hell weren’t Sophie.
"What? What is so funny?"
"Crotchless panties, Soph, really?"
I met her eyes, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment, which made her look so sexy. "See, you've seen these before. I'd only ever heard of them." She turned away to hide from me.
I looked down at the bra and panties in my hand and dropped them to the floor. I could tell from behind that Sophie was crying; she wiped at her eyes. I walked over and placed both my hands on her arms. "Sophie, this isn't you. These things aren't you."
"What isn't?"
"All this stuff you bought. This isn't you. Guys want to be with the real you, inexperienced or not."
"Well, believe me, I am as unexperienced as they come. You hit the jackpot with that, and if you think different, you're fooling yourself."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay, for however you took my comment, but it wasn't meant to be insulting to you. I also didn’t think you would take it the way you did. I don't really care how experienced or inexperienced you are. That's all part of the fun, if you know what I mean," I said, grabbing her and pulling her into me.
Sophie let out a loud laugh and pushed me away. "Sure it is," she said, ripping the undergarments that I still held in my hand and shoved them deep into the bag. "I must have been a damn fool buying all these. I'm sure you got a kick out of this. Glad I didn’t put them on and parade around for you. You probably would have died with laughter."
I grabbed the bag from her hand and threw it over on the bed. "That's enough. That shit in that bag isn't you, and it never will be you, no matter if you'd been with two or twenty men. I've apologized and I meant it. Forgive me or don't."
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