by Reed, Zelda
When he was dating Jennifer it was Jonah’s job to keep their relationship under wraps. He refused to accompany her on red carpets or premiere after-parties. Fed up, Jennifer released his name to the press, revealing on E! that her boyfriend was the prolific author, Chace Evans. He didn’t speak to her for a month.
Whether they were spreading lies or the truth, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the uncontrolled peek into his life, handed to the public on a silver platter, with a sly grin and a wink.
Chace’s bedroom door was cracked. Through the sliver of an opening I watched as he appeared and disappeared, his bare feet sinking into the white carpet, a pair of cargo shorts hanging low on his hips. He was shirtless and on the phone, the muscles in his back rippling and expanding with every move.
“What do you mean we can’t have it fucking taken down?” he said.
My fingers tightened around the breakfast plate. Chace was on the phone with Jonah and I’d bet anything he’d read the gossip column.
“It’s slander,” he hissed into the phone. “Can’t we sue for that?”
His anger was palpable, seeping through his pores and painting his skin a frustrated red. I shouldn’t have been turned on by the sight – I should’ve been afraid of what he was going to say when he noticed me standing there – but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I slid my bottom lip between my teeth and my tongue brushed against the wound, scabbed over and barely visible, but I knew it was there and I knew Chace was the culprit.
“Call me back when you’ve accomplished something,” Chace said before hanging up.
Chace threw his cell phone on his desk, a heavy hand running through his hair as he sighed. If I hadn’t been carrying a plate of food, I would’ve come back later, but I gathered up enough courage and nerve to step back and knock on his door.
He opened it immediately, my eyes falling on his chest before I quickly brought them up to his face. A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“I brought you breakfast,” I said, my words coming out shaky and unsure.
“Of course you did,” he said gently, stepping out of the way. “Come in.”
His bedroom smelled clean and sterile, like saltwater and bleach. I imagined him on his knees in the bathroom, scrubbing every inch of the toilet and the surrounding tile, until every trace of sickness had evaporated into the air.
I placed the plate of fruit on the corner of his desk. “About this morning.”
Three words barely passed my lips before Chace was advancing towards me, his hand sliding across my cheek and resting below my ear. There was no warning, no snarky or cool remark, just his lips sliding softly against mine.
I gasped and Chace’s lips parted, swallowing the sound. He was kissing me with a tenderness I never knew he was capable of, his mouth massaging my bottom lip instead of his teeth ripping it apart.
My hands gripped his hips as he pulled away, his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes trained on my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I took a step back. “What?”
He looked confused. “About this morning. I’m sorry I spent it vomiting.”
A light laugh passed my lips. “That’s usually what happens when you drink too much.”
He nodded and ran another hand through his hair, brushing against the spot where his head hit the pavement.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
He smiled. “A little sore but never better.”
I raised an eyebrow. Not once had I ever been in a room with Chace, for more than a few minutes, without him yelling, or cutting his eyes, or finding a way to scold me.
There was something very wrong. Perhaps he was luring me in with a false sense of kindness, a ruse mirroring that of our cat and mouse dance as Nick and Veronica; a comfortable smoke screen where I would grow to trust and even like Chace, before he pulled the rug from under me. Payback for lying to him about being someone I wasn’t.
He closed his bedroom door and walked back to me, throwing a strong arm around my waist and pulling me into him.
A rush of air escaped me as he grinned and said, “But you know what would make me feel even better?”
I nervously swallowed. “What?”
His mouth was back on mine, our kiss starting out slow enough for my hands to find his arms, fingers pressing into the hardened muscle, tickled by his thick dark hair. Gradually, my head titled to the side and his tongue pressed between my lips, parting them as he explored my mouth, the taste of him fresh and exhilarating.
My stomach stirred with want, Chace’s hips pressing against mine as backed me into his desk, his hands bracing the hard wood as his clothed cock rubbed between my legs. Instinctively, they fell open, his cock hardening beneath his shorts as he lightly thrust against me.
His mouth dropped from my own, his wet lips dropping kisses down my jaw and to my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin there. My mouth dropped open and I released a moan, quiet enough to stay between the walls of his bedroom, but loud enough to stir a groan in the pit of his stomach.
He bit my neck again and shoved his thigh between my legs. I reacted immediately, grinding down against his leg.
A pool of wetness filled my underwear as his hand dropped from the desk and hooked behind my thigh. Chace lifted my leg and my hips shifted until my clit rubbed perfectly against his thigh and another sharp gasp rang through my parted lips.
What the fuck was I doing? I came up to Chace’s room to deliver him breakfast and explain myself, not to have my head swimming with lust as my hands splayed across his naked lower back.
His skin was hot against mine but I wanted him closer, my dress riding up my thighs, edging closer and closer to my waist. I knew I should’ve pushed him away and demanded an explanation as to why he was being so nice, especially after last night, especially because he resented me for lying to him. But when my hands found his shoulders, my nails dug into his skin as he pressed his thigh harder against my clit, another moan spilling from my lips.
“I’m gonna make you cum, just like this,” he said, his lips inches away from mine.
“Yes,” I said, words climbing out of my throat in a whisper. “Please.”
He tugged me closer by my thigh, one hand gripping the back of my hair as he pulled me in for another kiss.
I felt like a teenager, humping his leg, scrambling to keep my hold on his shoulders as I moved my hips in time to the rhythm of our mouths. Waves of hot wet heat brewed in my stomach and spilled between my legs, my wetness dampening Chace’s shorts but he didn’t seem to mind. He broke our kiss to watch my hips move, his hand sliding up my thigh and bunching up my dress, until he could see my underwear sliding against the beige fabric of his shorts.
“Oh fuck,” he said, watching me slide around in my wetness. “You’re so sexy.”
I threw my head back and my eyes slipped close, Chace’s words spinning in my head. Sexy. I never thought he would call me that, nevertheless, think it.
If I carried more shame I would’ve blushed, but I was too focused on the pressure building between my legs, my orgasm edging closer and closer as I rode his thigh.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
I could feel his eyes on my cunt, Chace watching with parted lips, his gaze flickering between my legs and my covered breasts, barely spilling out of my dress.
“I’m close,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m so fucking close.”
Chace grinned.
It happened in a flash, his hand moving to my waist as he removed his thigh from between my legs. The absence of pleasure almost caused me to double over, disappointment running beneath my skin like nails scratching down a chalkboard.
“What…what are you doing?” I asked, outraged and flushed with pleasure.
He gripped the back of my hair again, tilting my head to the side as he said, “You aren’t gonna cum until my cock’s inside of you and
splitting you open.”
I had enough dignity to swallow my moan.
He pressed his lips against mine, our kiss full of pressure and tongues. My hips scrambled to press against his and he pulled away with a smirk.
“What the fuck did I say?”
“I’m not gonna cum. I just…” I just need a little bit of release.
Chace took four steps back, the growing space between more like miles than a few centimeters. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me up and down. My dress was lopsided and wrinkled, my lips and cheeks, cherry red.
“Take off your dress,” he demanded.
I pulled my dress over my head with ease, throwing it a few feet away from me. Standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear and bra, I was compelled to ask him to remove his shorts, but something inside of me trapped my wants in my throat.
This mid-morning fling wasn’t about what I wanted. This was all about Chace.
“Turn around,” he said and I complied.
Facing his bedroom window I could see most of the bay, the brilliant blue water flickering beneath the morning sun, the rolls of grass that dipped and formed the steep hill. Bonnie and Evie were heading towards the dock, Bonnie with a basket slung over her arm, Evie with a bottle of wine. If they looked up they would see me, nearly naked in Chace’s bedroom, their son and brother a few feet away, drawling out orders.
“Take off your panties,” he said. “And bend over while you’re doing it.”
I took a step back, my eyes dropping to his desk as I spread my legs and hooked my fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear. I bent over slowly, the curve of my back gradually growing steeper as I pushed my ass in the air. I felt Chace move, his feet shifting against the carpet as I pulled my underwear down past my ass, down my thighs, past my knees, until they were pooled at my ankles.
A soft breeze brushed against my exposed cunt, dripping wet and ready for Chace’s cock.
Over my shoulder we made eye contact and he dropped his arms.
“Touch your toes,” he said.
I wasn’t as flexible as I was when I first started college, but the tips of my fingers managed to find the top of my feet. My head hung between my open legs, watching him as his eyes ran up and down my body, landing on my ass cheeks, lightly spread and revealing my small pink hole.
He worked open his belt, pulling it from the loops before he carelessly threw it to the side. His shorts were next.
My mouth watered in anticipation, his briefs unable to hide the outline of his thick cock, resting against his thigh. He pressed his hand against himself, relieving pressure, a luxury I wished he would give to me.
“Stand up,” he said, stepping close to me.
I stood, rolling my shoulders back as his clothed cock pressed against my ass. I leaned into his chest, his nose brushing against my hair as his hands found my breasts and gripped them through my bra. My hands braced the desk as he pulled my bra straps from my shoulders, dragging them down until my bra fell forward. They spilled out, full mounds trapped for too long, awaiting Chace’s touch. Needing Chace’s touch.
He wedged enough space between us to unhook my bra, the clasp snapping undone beneath his fingers. It fell to the floor, sighing between my parted legs as my nipples hardened in Chace’s pinched fingers.
My head fell against shoulder, eyes slipped closed as he rubbed against my ass and my nipples, his lips centimeters away from my ear, releasing soft pants.
My arms and legs were trembling with want, my fingers tightening around the desk as I said, “Just fuck me already.”
Chace removed his hands from my breasts, a laugh blowing through my hair as he said, “That’s not the way this works and you know it.”
He slid off his briefs and threw them towards the other side of the room. I glanced over my shoulder to see his glorious cock, swinging between his thick thighs, but he turned away. Rummaging through the side-table next to his bed he pulled out a condom and quickly ripped it open, sliding it on his dick before returning behind me.
His eyes met mine and a wave of anticipation ran beneath my skin, hot like waves of pleasure, stinging like waves of nerves.
He slapped my ass. My fingers tightened around the desk as I jumped, my shoulders slumping forward as my back curved, raising my ass to him.
Chace slapped it again, the fat of my ass rippling beneath the palm of his hand as he said, “I’ll fuck you when I feel like it. Not when you want it.” He aligned the tip of his cock with my opening, sliding it against my wetness, my legs parting open to welcome him inside. He pulled away and an uncontrolled groan fell from my lips. “Do you understand, Alice?”
I nodded, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to trap a whine from climbing out.
He aligned himself again and pushed in slowly, my opening swallowing his cock like a hand in a glove. With one hand resting on my back, the other curled around my hip, Chace couldn’t contain the sounds of his pleasure. A long groan built in his chest as he entered me, his thick cock spreading me open, my shoulders trembling as he pushed until I felt his balls pressed against me.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Tell me, how many guys have you fucked?”
Although I was ass-up and naked in front of him, I had the decency to blush. “Why?”
Chace slowly pulled out before pushing back in. “You’re so tight,” he said, repeating the movement. “I can’t imagine too many men have been in here before.”
In here. As if my cunt was disconnected from my body, a place to be casually entered like a room or a restaurant. It made me feel filthy, a wave of shame washing over me. The feeling didn’t last long, Chace’s slow movements quickly sped up, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound of flesh against flesh, stuffing my ears.
“Tell me,” he said, his fingers pressing hard against my skin. “Tell me how many guys have fucked you.”
“Three,” I said, chasing a moan. “Just three.”
I could almost hear him grinning as he leaned forward, his mouth resting against my neck as he kissed a tiny pool of sweat building there. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget about them all.”
If I wanted to feed Chace’s ego I would’ve moaned that I could barely remember the name of the boy I lost my virginity to, my memories blocked by thick pockets of lust. But I kept that piece of information to myself, enjoying the feeling of Chace pounding inside of me, harsh groans turning into grunts as he watched his cock slide in and out.
I was so close, riding high from rubbing against Chace’s thigh, my orgasm building quickly in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m gonna cum,” I screamed.
“Shh,” Chace said, slapping my ass again.
I flushed red. I almost forgot we were in Chace’s parents’ house, that while Bonnie and Evie were out on the boat, Tyler and “the help” were around.
I ducked my head and pulled the inside of my cheek between my teeth, biting down hard to keep my moans at bay. My orgasm built like a knot, twisting inside of me, pleasure turning to pain, until it was too much to hold onto and –
“Oh…oh…oh god.”
My entire body shook, my cunt tightening around Chace’s cock, wetness sliding down my thighs as my orgasm ran through me like a shock. Chace didn’t stop moving his hips, speeding up violently until his hips stuttered as he was coming inside me.
We remained still for a moment, the pair of us panting, bathing in the smell of sex and sweat, slowly collecting our breaths. Chace moved first, pulling out and leaving me empty and open, suddenly aware of how naked I was in front of him, the severity of what we’d done, weighing on my shoulders.
I said nothing as I collected my underwear and dress, sliding it on with my back to Chace and my head ducked towards the floor. He walked wordlessly into the bathroom, turning on the shower and tying off the condom to be thrown away.
My hand was on the doorknob when Chace stepped out of the bathroom and said, “Where ar
e you going?”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Back to my room?”
A small smile played across Chace’s mouth. “Without a shower?” He strolled back into the bathroom, the door wide open, letting out waves of heat from the water.
I tried to imagine Chace standing beneath the spray of water, soaked from head to toe, droplets following the trail of his muscles, falling down to his sharp hips and swimming towards his cock.
My hand left the doorknob as I walked across the room, feet landing on the cool white tile before I closed the door behind me.
Nine
After our shower Chace kissed me and politely ushered me out of his room because, “I had a streak of inspiration and I need to get this down.” He was talking about his novel.
I nodded. “But I really need to talk to you about something.”
He kissed me again. “Later, I promise.”
The wave of confusion that flared in my stomach the minute I stepped into his bedroom returned, plaguing me as I made way to the guest room. Wet hair pulled in a ponytail, I called my sister.
“He’s up to something,” Laura said, her voice crisp on the other end of the line.
I leaned against the window sill. “You really think so?”
She scoffed. “Yes. Chace Evans is never not up to something. You shouldn’t have fucked him.”
Although I knew Laura was right, I rolled my eyes. “I would’ve like to see you push him away when he was rubbing against you and --”
“Okay, you can stop now,” she said, disgusted. Laura sighed, the sound of dishes clamoring in the back ground. “I can’t shake the feeling that he’s taking advantage of you.”
“How?”
“Let’s see. He knows you need this job so he forces you out of your home for days, possibly weeks, then holds sex over your head.”
“He didn’t force me to have sex with him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Chace wouldn’t do that.”
Laura spit out a laugh, a bowl dropping in the sink full of water, the twins laughing in the background. “You’re never gonna stop making me worry about you.”
