by Lisa Eugene
The thought turned me on so much my hips started churning in the seat. Chase swooped down and drew an engorged nipple between his lips, twirled maddening circles with his tongue, then sucked greedily with a wide, open mouth. I wound my fingers in his hair and enjoyed the sensations piling on each other, the scrape of his teeth driving me insane.
Slipping his hand beneath my skirt, he drew the crotch of my panties aside. Warm fingers found my clit, and he massaged a slow, perfect rhythm.
“Open your soft thighs wider for me, love.” He blew a husky whispered into my ear.
“Whatever you want, Chase,” I breathed, making him smile.
“That’s it . . . yes . . . wider.”
He spread open my wet lips, then rimmed my opening with the pad of a finger, again and again. His touch was exquisite torture. I arched like a cat, purring and pressing my hips forward, desperate for a firmer touch, for him to enter me.
My skirt had ridden up to my waist, and my naked breasts spilled out of the opening of my shirt, brown tips hard, still glistened from Chase’s mouth. The visual was obscene, indecent, and amazingly hot.
“Oh, God! Please, Chase . . .” A gush of wetness bathed my thighs, soaking the leather beneath me. He kept me on the brink, dangerously flirting with a climax.
“Please what, Dani?” he asked, lust roughening his voice.
“Please . . . fuck me.”
He growled and sank his face into my neck, his teeth nipping the soft skin before he soothed it with his talented tongue.
I jolted, the sensation stoking my already flaming passion. I was out of my mind with need, my body begging for him. He was all around me, filling my senses to the brim.
“With this?” he asked innocently, inching a finger inside, diving shallowly into my wetness. “Or do you want something bigger, better?”
“Be—bet—ter.” The word stuttered weakly out of me.
I heard the clink of a belt buckle. He used his other hand to pry open his pants and dragged out the thick, veiny perfection of his cock. I moaned loudly, my mouth watering from the beautiful sight.
Oh God . . . that was much, much better.
Pulling away, he shoved his slacks down his muscular thighs and I took the opportunity to peel off my soaked panties. I could hardly take my eyes off him, watching his heavy shaft bob as he moved.
I wrapped my hand around his base, feeling the warmth of his rigid flesh in my palm. Gripping him firmly, I leaned down and swiped my tongue around his broad head. I moaned around the tip of his cock, loving the taste of his silky arousal. A guttural sound rolled up from his belly and his fingers dug into my ponytail. His grip stung, but nothing could douse the fire raging inside me.
“Fuck!” he hissed, punching his hips out of the seat.
His tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag until my eyes watered, but I opened wider, trying to swallow more of his length. Pumping the hard shaft in my hand, I realized I barely had half of him in my mouth. I pulled back and sucked hard on the plump head, rejoicing when his cock pulsed more cum and twitched between my lips.
“Your mouth is fucking killing me,” Chase breathed between clenched teeth. Firm grip on my hair, he yanked me off him, probably rougher than intended, but all I could do was gasp when his lips crashed down on mine. His kiss was hard, sloppy and unapologetically crude. I loved when he was like this: more instinct and less gentleman.
The ache in my sex was unbearable, a flame igniting every cell. With my tongue deep in his mouth, I crawled onto his lap, ignoring the protesting leather and our confined space. He’d pulled his wallet from his pants, and I picked it up and searched frantically for a condom. He took over, and plucking it out of an inner compartment, ripped open the foil and clumsily rolled it on. His shaft was so engorged, it took two attempts to get it over the fat head. I covered up a smile as he cursed the thin rubber to hell.
Panting now, every muscle in my body squeezed tight with need. I squeaked a surprise when he lifted me and turned me in his lap, fitting my back neatly against his chest.
“Lift up this beautiful ass, love,” he ordered, grabbing my cheeks and nudging up my hips. I held my breath as he positioned his cock at my entrance.
Sizzling pleasure rolled through me as I sank down on his thickness. I arched my spine and worked my hips on him, gripping more and more of his delicious length.
“Yes . . . yes . . . Dani,” he murmured encouragement, planting hot, little kisses along my shoulder. “Take what you need, love. So fucking good when you take my cock.”
I sank all the way down, burying him to the hilt. The position was new for me, but he hit a spot inside that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I felt full, stretched, blissfully complete. He shifted my thighs over his, spreading me wide. My jaw fell open when he snaked a hand between my legs and gave expert attention to my exquisitely distended clit.
Lips brushing the side of my face, he growled with satisfaction. “I love that I get to play with your pretty pussy while I fuck you.”
Bucking his hips, he slid in and out of me, stirring pleasure so intense I started to grind down on him in earnest, puffing and bouncing as I rode him faster. His fingers were restless between my legs, tracing my slick folds, painting my nub with our moisture, and gently fondling where we were joined. I was caged in his strong arms.
Beautifully secure. Beautifully worshiped. Beautifully loved.
The combination of sensations made me mindless, had me chanting his name in a breathless melody.
With the flat of his hand he massaged lazy circles into my flesh, then slapped my pussy—hard, just above where he impaled me. It stung, scorching my clit and my folds with ecstasy. The burn wound so deliciously tight in my groin I could hardly breathe.
My lips felt infinitely swollen, tingling as the flesh pulsed and the sensation built. Then he swiveled his hips, driving his cock deeper before he delivered another stinging lash. My fluids seeped around his buried cock, hot and slippery. I dug my nails into his corded thighs and flew apart.
I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming my head off as pleasure ravished my body, starting at my center and tunneling deeply through me. It was brutal, consuming, and infinitely majestic.
I came down slowly, body vibrating, Chase whispering sweet words in my ear. He slowly massaged my wet folds, his hard cock still lodged firmly inside me. A finger brushed my sensitive clit and I jerked back with a moan, the direct touch too much to endure after such a shattering orgasm.
“I can’t get enough of you, Dani,” he whispered, gentling his touch. His breath was a light brush against my hot skin, soft and feathery. “You’re a drug, a constant need. You’re always in my thoughts, right here in my heart.”
Smiling, I turned my head and kissed his damp cheek. I felt the same about him. If he only knew how potently he flowed through my veins, how he numbed my ability to reason.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tight, sighing weakly into my neck. A mewl crawled out of my throat when he lifted me, turned me around, and brought me down on his still rigid shaft. He groaned roughly, his teeth firm on his bottom lip.
I didn’t know how I could’ve been aroused again so soon, but pleasure bombarded me when he palmed my ass cheeks and glided me up and down on his cock. I gasped and whimpered, throwing my head back as I laced my arms around his neck.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he commanded. “Let me see you.”
His strokes were measured, languid, designed to draw out maximum sensation. I felt every thick inch of his hardness, had trouble holding his steady gaze as the pleasure heightened and unfurled. Feeling another climax building, I started to ride him hard, ignoring the patient guidance of his fingers. Breaths shoved out of my chest. My body tensed. I kept my eyes closed, knowing his gaze was on me, always on me, always watching.
His shoulders suddenly bunched, muscles tightening like marble beneath my fingers. His powerful thighs slapped up against me, a grunt extolling every deep thrust. Chase grip
ped my ass hard and roared as his shaft swelled and pulsed, shooting hot cum into the condom. The sensation detonated a blissful wave of pleasure that left me falling forward, weak and sated in his arms.
Breathing heavily, I took stock of our surroundings. Despite the AC, our small compartment was humid, perfumed with sweat and sex. The steady rumble of the engine purred steadily beneath us and I wondered vaguely why we hadn’t reached his apartment yet. With a finger lifting my chin, Chase peppered kisses across my face, my lids, and nose.
“Where are we?”
“Hmm…” he moaned lazily, ignoring me as he nibbled a path up my chin.
“Chase, where are we?” I asked again, interrupting his idle progress. Slowly, I crawled from his lap.
He shrugged, taking care of the condom. “Driving around.”
“Driving around?” Alarm seized my voice. I felt my brows bunch when he pressed a button and told the driver to take us home.
“You mean he’s just been driving around aimlessly while we . . .? He knows what we’re doing?”
Chase hedged, bottom lip between his teeth in the sexiest look ever. “I wouldn’t exactly say it was aimless,” he intoned. “I’d say we achieved some pretty nice aims.”
Groaning in my throat, I covered my face with my palms, mortification spreading slowly. “I’ll never be able to look your driver in the face again.”
He chuckled, raising a mocking brow. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him we’re ‘just friends.’ I’m sure he’ll understand.”
I rolled my eyes at his jab, but then he caged my face with his big palms and his expression grew serious.
“Dani, when are you going to accept what’s happening between us?”
The car hit a pothole, throwing me off balance, and thankfully, also the direction of our present conversation. Chase caught me easily, and I made a fuss about our current state of undress. Collecting my wits, I started righting my clothes, ignoring the knowing look he was giving me.
***
The following day, the limo arrived without a backseat surprise. Despite the fact that my skin flamed every time his driver looked my way, I couldn’t deny my disappointment. Although, today I had to pick up Emmy from school and couldn’t afford the delay. Not long after the limo pulled off, my phone buzzed with a text from Chase that made me smile.
SORRY I’M NOT THERE TO GIVE YOU A RIDE
He promised to make it up to me with a vat of champagne, several feet of rope, and a very thirsty politician.
I laughed and responded with a simple whatever you want, Chase which earned me a few enthusiastic emojis. He was probably in a stuffy meeting sending me these dirty texts. I shook my head and smiled as I pictured him sitting behind a desk, hard as a rock, feigning his attention.
When we weren’t fighting, Chase and I had an amazing time together. We laughed, we talked, we shared opinions. And it didn’t hurt that our sexual chemistry was off the charts.
My heart tumbled with worry, suffocating dangerous hope. I was in trouble. I couldn’t depend on love or expect commitment. Where would we be a year from now? And if he won the election, things would become even more difficult, his life filled with new demands and obligations.
Despite heavy traffic, we made good time getting to the Academy. The school was abuzz with the chaos of dismissal, children and teachers forming clusters for pick-up. Not seeing Emmy downstairs, I headed up to the music room. Mrs. Nancy smiled and I stepped into a hug, but when she pulled back, her eyebrows were raised in confusion.
“Did Emily forget something?”
“No.” I frowned, an expression I was sure mimicked hers. “I’m here to pick her up.”
It was Mrs. Nancy’s blank stare that had frost coating the back of my neck. Seeing my expression, she smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly. “I thought she was picked up earlier, but I must be mistaken. We had a busy day here at the school, and things have been a bit disorganized with all the deliveries. Follow me to the main office,” she said walking out of her classroom.
I followed, listening with half an ear as she prattled on about the new smart boards installed in the school that day and the training all the teachers would have to endure. By the time we made it to the main office, my nerves were popping like firecrackers. I knew it was silly to worry, but with the events of the past few days, I felt like I was dangerously teetering on a tightrope.
Mrs. Nancy pushed the door open and I practically mowed her down in my attempt to reach the secretary’s desk. “I’m here to pick up Emily Carmichael.”
The secretary looked up, bleaching to a ghostly white before exchanging an uncertain look with Mrs. Nancy.
My stomach turned over as nausea threatened. “Where the hell is my daughter?”
The nervous woman stammered, her fingers visibly shaking as she quickly rifled through the dismissal log on her desk.
“Ah . . . ahh . . . here . . . here.” Her finger landed on a squiggly line, then she looked up anxiously. “She was picked up an hour ago by her father, Mr. Steven Carmichael.”
My entire world exploded, an agonized scream echoing the blast.
“Noooooo!”
****
“I think that’s enough questions for now. Mrs. Carmichael has had a very trying day.”
That was Chase’s voice, deep and authoritative, coming from somewhere in his living room. Officers milled around, some in plain clothes, some in uniform, all with ponderously serious expressions. The expanse of windows looking out into the gray, dull evening reflected the somber mood.
More questions came from the police commissioner, the same ones the detectives had asked just a half hour before. I had no answers. I had nothing. I was numb, somewhere outside myself looking into a glass bubble of indescribable agony. Words floated by, words like family abduction, investigation, Amber alert, missing person, top priority. Words filled up the bubble until I thought it would shatter.
Words were useless. They didn’t get my daughter back. The police commissioner was a friend of Chase’s. He was kind, optimistic, promising to personally oversee the investigation, but as hours evaporated, I started to lose hope. It didn’t help to learn child abduction was a serious crime that happens to over 203,000 families a year. When it’s your own child, it’s a singular devastation.
Steven hadn’t been located at his primary residence. The police were now headed to his parents’ and brother’s home, others canvassing his neighborhood.
“We will keep you informed of any updates,” Commissioner Murphy said with a practiced smile. “Emily’s identifying information will be entered into the FBI’s National Crime Information Center Missing Person File. We already have calls coming into the hotline, and will be coordinating efforts with the FBI.”
His bold gaze lingered and I knew he’d heard all the news reports about me. He was judging me, wondering about my relationship with Chase. I could see it in his lurid stares that were almost disrespectful. He stood and closed his notebook. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”
I blinked, and blinked again, my thoughts beading like oil in water, coalescing into words that shattered the glass. Nothing made sense. None of it.
Something was wrong. Something about this felt terribly wrong.
Looking up suddenly, I snatched the commissioner’s gaze and said, “Senator Kensington. He did this. He took Emily.”
The man’s face quaked with reluctant understanding, stunned as he turned to give Chase a look of cautious warning. “Senator Joseph Kensington?”
Chase looked just as flabbergasted, but quickly recovered. He turned to the commissioner, then to the policeman in the room. “Please, everyone . . . leave.”
I shot up from the couch. “No! No! Senator Kensington did this! You have to find him. He—he has Emmy!”
My screams chased the men from the room, the men refusing to make eye contact because they thought I’d gone mad, that I was irrational with grief. The commissioner shot me a look of sympathy before he too, gave me hi
s back. My body shook, restless inside my skin. I wanted to scream until my throat rubbed raw. Perhaps it would wake me from this nightmare.
Why is no one listening to me?
“Dani,” Chase’s voice was soft, benignly coaxing. He came to stand in my line of vision, large palms gripping my shoulders. “I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through. I know this must be difficult, but Joe didn’t do this.”
“Yes, he did!” I yelled, tearing out of his grip. “That man hates me! You fought with him at the house, remember? He thinks I’m replacing his daughter. You yourself said he was obsessed, not himself since her accident.”
A heavy sigh poured from his chest. “Yes, I remember. He was angry, but Dani, he’s a respected United States Senator. He would not risk—”
“Why? Because he’s rich? And powerful? That’s exactly why he thinks he can get away with something like this. No one would suspect him!”
“Dani—”
“Did you see the way they looked at me?” I pointed an accusing finger toward the door the officers had walked through, trying to keep the hysteria from my voice. “They wouldn’t even listen to me or entertain the possibility it my be him! They’ve seen the way the media painted me, and they too, look at me like I’m trash! Why would they believe a whore with no credibility?”
Anger blazed in Chase’s eyes as he stalked to me. Roughly he jerked me against his hard body, knocking loose a startled breath. He peered down, jaw clenched fiercely. “Don’t you ever talk like that again!”
“It’s what they believe. What everyone thinks.”
“They were looking at you because you just publicly accused a prominent United States Senator of a serious felony offense.”
“He did it, Chase! I know he did.”
Chase gave me a tolerant look, but exasperation dulled his patience. Calmly, he dropped his hands and took a step back. “Think about it, Dani . . . why? Why would he take Emmy?”
Rocking on my heels, I spat my words at him. “For some sort of sick revenge! To hurt us—me. To thwart your campaign. You’ve already cancelled your debates, put everything on hold at your campaign’s most critical time. This is what he wanted—to ruin you.”
