“Possession.”
“Oh,” I said, nodding. “Yeah, I knew some people who did time for that,” I lied. “I’m sure it was hard.” I didn’t know anyone who had actually been to jail before. I always worried about Jackie getting picked up on gigs, but she’d been safe most of the time.
“Real life is harder,” Chase replied. “I have to deal with uppity bitches like you who put themselves in danger without even realizing it.”
I stood up, offended. “Look,” I said. “I work at The Pink Diamond, okay? You saw me singing that night. You know I have to go there, it’s not like I was just waltzing around trying to run into a drug deal.”
“That’s not what you saw,” Chase said darkly. “An information deal, maybe. But not drugs. I don’t fuck with those anymore.”
I nodded. Even though I didn’t quite believe him, I didn’t want to push the subject. “Okay,” I said finally. “I get it. You’re here to stay.”
Chase nodded. “First fuckin’ sensible thing you’ve said all day,” he quipped. I laughed humorlessly. My life had been verging on the surreal for a long time, but meeting Chase took the cake.
“How long do you think this will take?” I asked after a beat. “I mean, is this going to last for months, or what?”
Chase shook his head. “I don’t fuckin’ know,” he replied. He sounded tired and exasperated, and for the first time, I was starting to feel guilty for giving him such a hard time. “It’s happening now, and that’s all I can say,” he finished. “Unless you got a better idea.”
I stood up and brushed my hands off on my jeans. “I’m going to make dinner,” I announced. When I turned around, I felt Chase’s eyes on my body and the feeling was electric. I knew he was staring at my ass. Normally, I hated it when guys checked me out—they were always so creepy. But Chase had such a powerful presence that I knew I couldn’t make him stop even if I wanted him to. It was really sexy, but I couldn’t deny that I was also frightened of him.
“No kale,” Chase repeated. He stretched out and lay down on the couch. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when it’s ready.”
“Aren’t you even going to tell me what you want?” I stared with my hands on my hips as he rolled over on the couch and buried his giant face in one of the pillows. Compared to his size, everything looked like doll furniture.
“Chase?” I asked again, my voice echoing in the apartment. There was no answer, and as I turned back around towards the kitchen, I heard gentle snores start behind me.
“Great,” I said aloud. “What a great new roommate.”
Chapter Six
Chase’s loud snores filled the whole apartment as I puttered around in the kitchen, making dinner. I didn’t really have anything good on hand, but there were some frozen chicken breasts in the freezer so I thawed them, sliced them up, and pan-seared them with olive oil and a can of crushed tomatoes that I’d had on hand. Despite my meager attempts at cooking, the apartment smelled amazing by the time I was through and my stomach was rumbling. I made some five-minute rice and plated the chicken on top.
“No vegetable?” Chase sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes with both fists. “Don’t tell me you didn’t make that meal nutritious.”
His voice was the same gruff baritone as always, but it was almost like he was making a joke. I cracked a smile as I set the plates down on the table. Chase sniffed the air, then got up and stretched. He was so tall that his knuckles grazed the ceiling when his arms were lifted over his arm. One of his biceps was bigger than my head.
“It’s not bad,” I commented after taking a bite. “Probably not what you’re used to in prison or anything.”
Chase glared at me and I blushed. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Just trying to be funny.”
“This isn’t a game, Lacey,” Chase said, swallowing a huge mouthful of food. In less than three bites, he’d cleaned the plate. I finished chewing and got up with his empty plate and went over to the kitchen. There wasn’t much left in the pan, but I gave him everything.
“Here,” I said uncertainly, shoving the plate in front of him. “Do you want me to make something else?”
I watched as he cleaned the plate with a single forkful. “Nah,” he said after a minute. “I should be fine. Thanks.”
“No problem,” I replied. My voice echoed in the apartment and I shivered. “Are you cold?”
Chase shook his head. “Hardly ever,” he admitted with a hint of a smile.
“I don’t doubt it,” I said drily. “Do you want me to make up the couch? I have some extra sheets.”
Chase glanced backwards as though he’d forgotten the couch was even there. “Nah,” he said after a beat. “It’s fine. Do you always go to bed this early?”
I shook my head. “Well, it seems like you’re not planning to let me out of your sight, and I’d normally be singing at this time.”
He nodded. “You’re good,” he said, looking down. I felt a hot blush spread over my cheeks and down my neck. Chase locked eyes with me and I felt my whole body tingle and stiffen. There was something so hypnotic about his intensity. Every time he looked at me, I felt riveted. I wondered if he still thought I was pretty.
“Thanks,” I said shyly. “I practice a lot, but I guess I don’t have to do that anymore, either.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” Chase sat down on the couch and began unlacing his big black combat boots, rubbing his swollen ankles with massive hands. “Do you have any aspirin?”
Wordlessly I got a glass of water from the kitchen and the tub of aspirin from the bathroom. “Are you okay?”
He winced. “I’m fine,” he grunted. “Probably tore a muscle in that fight that you were so keen on watching.”
“Hey!” I said, offended. “Don’t take this out on me. It’s not my fault you wanted to beat someone to death and then chase after me.”
Chase growled. “It is your fault, though,” he said. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be out there working right now.”
Suddenly I felt guilty. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t know you had a job.”
His green eyes snapped up and locked with mine again, making me feel weak. “Ex-cons can get jobs, too,” he said gruffly. “And no, I’m not working in construction.”
I shook my head nervously. “I didn’t say you were,” I pointed out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
Chase pulled a toothpick out of a big Swiss army knife and began picking his teeth with it, right on my couch. I would have been disgusted had I not been captivated at his lack of desire for any social grace whatsoever. I watched as he calmly worked through his mouth, then put the toothpick away and lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head.
“You gonna watch me all night?” He grinned and I felt my skin redden. “I can be a lot more interesting than this.”
“I bet,” I said. My mouth felt dry and I worked my tongue around, trying to loosen the muscles.
“You always this much of a voyeur?”
I looked away. “No!” I yelped in protest. “Sorry. I’m just not used to…having a man around, I guess.”
Chase looked interested for the first time all evening. “Oh yeah?”
I shook my head. “Not really.”
“No one to give you a good fuck, then?” He raised his eyebrows. I felt my blood boil with anger.
“Shut up,” I said angrily. “Don’t be weird!”
Chase laughed so hard that I could see his uvula. He went on laughing and laughing until there were tears streaming down his cheeks. I watched in grotesque fascination as he wiped them away with the back of a burly hand.
“Don’t laugh at me like that,” I protested. “I don’t even know what’s so funny!”
Chase’s laughter died down and he opened his green eyes wide. They looked like chips of beach glass, and despite my anger, I shivered with the focus of his attention. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about his massive hands on my body; ripping my clothes away, pulling an
d pushing my limbs in any direction he wanted me, grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth down on his erect cock. I knew that I was blushing furiously but I was so turned on that it was impossible to stop. I wondered how many women he’d been with.
“It’s hysterical,” he said in a gruff voice. “You’re as pure as fresh now. I’d think some guy would have a hell of a time dirtying you up.”
I thought of Chase “dirtying me up” and blushed redder than ever. “I have to go to bed,” I pointed out. “See you tomorrow.”
“Let me know if you can’t sleep!” Chase called to my back. “I’ll come in there and help you out!”
I rolled my eyes and slammed the door to my bedroom. “This is a nightmare,” I said to myself. “I hope I wake up soon.”
Chapter Seven
Chase
“Chase,” she begged, her big grey eyes wide with fear and arousal. “Take me now, take me, take me…” I watched as her voice softened into a low moan with continued ministrations. She thrashed backwards on the bed and arched her back, showing me a perfect view of her diminutive breasts. I roughly massaged them with both of my hands, squeezing the flesh until it was mottled pink and white with the force of my grip.
“Turn over,” I grunted, slapping her hard on the ass. The sound rung out and I watched a pink handprint formed on her gorgeous, pale cheeks. Lacey cried out in pain and quivered and I watched as her flesh shook with her anguish. She was so goddamn sweet; even spanking her felt good. When I prodded her again with my fingers, she obediently rolled onto her small belly. I spread her legs roughly, deeply inhaling the scent of her pussy. Never had I smelled anyone so delicious. I buried my face between her legs, making her cry out as I lashed her swollen clit with my tongue. She was so wet that the juices were running down my face and neck, and the sound of her moaning as she ground her hips against me was music to my ears. She squealed my name louder and louder as I mercilessly fucked her with my tongue, lapping at every inch of that sweet cunt. My cock was stiff between my legs and my balls ached with want of release. I didn’t ever want to stop eating Lacey’s pussy, but I was dying to fuck her.
When I pulled away, Lacey groaned. I looked at her and was in awe of how she’d given herself over to the pleasure. Her face was red and damp with sweat and her eyes were screwed shut. There were handprints and bite marks all over her body, and her delectable breasts swung as she rolled onto her side and looked at me, begging with her eyes. She opened them wide and pleaded with me to fuck her, to take her, to make her mine. I crawled onto my hands and knees and leaned back, taking my cock by the base and pointing it at her.
“Suck,” I commanded. Lacey hesitated and I yelled it even louder. Finally, she nodded her head like a good girl and crawled forward on the bed. My cock gave a twitch as I watched her luscious, small body position itself. She opened her mouth wide and I stuck the first few inches of my cock inside, savoring the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Lacey almost gagged and I saw her struggling to take more. Tears formed in her eyes and leaked down onto her cheeks as she licked and sucked at my massive erection. She took one of her small hands and wrapped it around the base, pumping me in a way that felt heavenly. Pleasure was shooting through my body as she sucked my cock like a pro, forming a tight ring of suction with her lips and gently licking the underside of the head with her tongue. I steadied myself with a hand on her silky head and watched her face as she moved back and forth. Lacey was on her knees and I saw her shifting her weight from leg to leg, trying to get comfortable on the hardwood floor.
“Spread your legs,” I said quietly. “The pressure will distribute and you won’t be in as much pain.” Lacey didn’t stop sucking for a minute as she obediently shifted into position. Her legs were spread and her back was arched, and as she leaned forward I could see the pink lips of her labia. The sight aroused me to greater heights and I moaned, arching my hips forward and shoving my entire erection into Lacey’s sweet mouth. She gagged a little but was able to take every inch of my massive cock, and I petted her on the head in gratitude.
Lacey seemed to know that I wanted her to stop and she pulled away, strands of saliva clinging to my cock. I watched her intently as she blushed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at my shyly. She was still crouched on her hands and knees and I leaned forward, over her body, to sneak another glance at her delicious pink pussy.
Growling, I grabbed her by the wrist and tossed her on her back, spreading her legs once more. I crawled between her legs and traced my hands up her inner thighs, pushing them down on the bed. Lacey’s labia was pulled open and I gazed at her swollen, erect clit and soaked pussy. I could smell her from almost a foot away and I plunged my fingers into her wet cunt. Lacey moaned and writhed on the bed and struggled to free herself from my grasp, but I was stronger and kept her pinned. I watched her face as I rhythmically stroked the soft, spongy bit of flesh a few inches inside of her. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth with small gasps and moans, all of them making her abominably desirable. When she opened her eyes, I yanked my fingers out of her and plunged them into my mouth, licking and sucking her juices off of my thick fingers. Lacey blushed—a delicious red that covered her whole body—and I crawled on top of her, pushing the head of my cock against her. She moaned and squirmed on the bed and I noticed that she felt unusually tight. Surely, this woman couldn’t be a virgin?
Lacey opened her eyes wide and fearful as she looked at me, and suddenly I realized that I was about to fuck her for the first time. I stared into her eyes without blinking as I guided my cock inside of her, tearing her soft hymen. Lacey yelped and wriggled back but I reached down and grabbed her hips, keeping her locked firmly in place. I watched as the pained expression on her face gradually faded and then I began to rock my hips back and forth, pushing even more of my cock inside of her.
“Chase,” she begged again, grinding her hips against mine. “Chase, I need you!”
“You have me, baby,” I grunted, riding her hard. Underneath me, she moved and matched my thrusting rhythm with ease. She felt so amazingly incredibly good, and I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t fucked her before now.
“Lacey,” I grunted, feeling like I was about to explode inside of her. “Lacey, I can’t wait!”
She groaned my name and arched her hips, sending me into a frenzy. Just as I was about to come, a loud buzzing started. I didn’t want to be distracted, but it wouldn’t stop, and finally…
I woke up with a start on Lacey’s couch. My head was throbbing and my stomach ached like I hadn’t eaten in days. Fool, I thought to myself. I can’t believe you slept for so long!
Mercifully, the apartment was unmolested. I could tell that no one but myself and Lacey had been inside. Rolling on my side, I buried my face in one of the pink satin pillows that she had on the futon. It smelled like her; everything in the goddamn apartment smelled like her. I couldn’t keep having these dreams. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this, and I didn’t like the idea of such a meek little girl having such a strong grip on me.
Groaning, I realized that I still had a massive erection. The blanket covering me was poking up like a tent. Thankfully, Lacey was nowhere in sight. With a sigh, I wrapped the blanket around my waist and waddled into the kitchen, looking for coffee. Lacey didn’t even have a coffee pot, and I growled in frustration, taking a swipe at the faux-marble cabinets.
“Lacey?” I called out, knocking on her bedroom door. There was no answer, and with a grumble I went down the hallway and pushed the door to the bathroom open. Maybe a shower will help, I thought. Anything to get this bitch off my mind.
I waited until the water was steaming hot and all the mirrors were fogged before climbing in. It had been ages since I’d had a really, legitimately hot shower, and it felt amazing. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, inhaling as much of the steam as I could. My senses felt clearer than they had in days, but every time I closed my eyes, my brain was burned with Lacey’s naked body. I tried th
inking about all of the other women that I’d slept with since leaving prison—and some of the ones before, they were that good—and nothing helped. Not even thinking about Talia, the hooker with a vacuum for a mouth and heaven for a pussy. She was one of the only women that I’d fucked more than once, and I’d never even paid her for it. But even Talia’s redheaded charms couldn’t get sweet little Lacey off my mind. I let my thoughts wander to the way her labia had peeked out from the cheeks of her ass, sweet and innocent, just waiting for me to fuck it. Realizing that Lacey was asleep in bed not ten feet away from where I stood turned me on even more, and before I knew it, I reached a hand down and began stroking my hard cock.
The water felt abrasive against my skin and I opened my eyes. Lacey was a typical girl; her shower was well-stocked with various half-full bottles of shampoo, body wash, and conditioner. I picked up a bottle of conditioner and sniffed it cautiously. It smelled like her hair and my chest seized with desire. Squirting a generous amount into my palm, I rubbed my cock and closed my eyes as pleasure filled my body. Closing my eyes, I tilted my face right into the spray of the water as I jacked off, feeling every inch of my powerful cock pulsing with desire for Lacey. I tried not to think of her as I became more and more aroused, but it was impossible not to recall her expression, her pussy, her beautiful pale little body. When I came, it was almost painful. I wondered if I’d been dreaming about her all night.
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