by Kylie Walker
Chase lifted her up again and cradled her back in his arms. He held her there for a minute with his face pressed into hers before sitting her down on the edge of the table. His big fingers slid into the top of her panties and she lifted her butt up so that he could slide them off. He visibly shuddered when he looked at her now exposed pussy. She wasn’t sure if it was lust or revulsion because of the disgusting scar. A second later he answered that question by dropping to his knees again and burying his face between her legs. She cried out at the first touch of his lips to her wet, sensitive folds. He kissed her first and then his tongue came out and he licked her from her swollen and aching clit to the bottom of her slit and back up again. When he reached her clit again he sucked it into his mouth and held it between his lips while he used his tongue to take her to heaven. She let her body fall back onto the table and Chase held onto her hips as he pleasured her with his lips, tongue and even a little bit of teeth in ways that she hadn’t even known existed. Her mind was fuzzy and her breaths were coming in short gasps when she felt him raise his head and then stand up. She started to sit up but realized quickly that he wasn’t finished with her yet. Standing in front of her and watching her face he slid one of his fingers inside of her. She gasped and closed her eyes.
“Open them,” he said. His voice was soft but commanding. She did as he asked and locked her blue-grey eyes into his green ones as he slid in a second finger. She was soaking wet and her walls locked around his fingers as he began to move them in and out of her, striking her g-spot as he did each time. It was only mere minutes…maybe seconds even before a hurricane of an orgasm began to thrash her body. She cried out his name and reached up and gripped his broad shoulders as she came. Her body convulsed as he pulled his fingers out and smiled down at her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. He leaned down and claimed her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it drove her wild with lust. She licked and sucked at his lips and tongue and when he finally broke the kiss she said, “I want to see you…I want you inside of me.”
He took a step back and reached down and pulled his shirt up. She shuddered at the view of his hard chest and six-pack abs. He pulled the shirt off over his head and his tattoos were exposed and she wondered how one person could be blessed with so much beauty. His hands went to his pants then and she watched as he pulled them and his shorts and shoes off in one quick movement. When he stood back up he was gorgeous and deliciously naked. She sat up and reached for his throbbing cock. Wrapping her fingers around the soft skin that covered the steel rod, she began to stroke him softly up and down. His hips jerked in response each time her small hand slid down and back up. He groaned when she took her other soft hand and reached out to caress his balls. “Fuuuck…”
Jordan smiled. She loved the feeling that making him feel good gave her. Her hand picked up the pressure and his eyes focused on the muscles in her forearms as they flexed and relaxed with her every movement.
He leaned in for a kiss but before his lips made it to hers she kissed his neck. It was a full, wet kiss and he groaned again and let one of his hands sift through her thick hair. He let her trail kisses across his throat before tightening the grip he had on her hair and pulling her head back so that he could capture her lips. Their tongues crashed together and the passion was undeniable as she nipped at his lips and continued to stroke his aching cock.
He reached with the other hand and let his thumb and forefinger find one of her nipples. He twisted and pulled at it, almost matching the rhythm of his movements to what she was doing to his cock. He took it as long as he could before growling at her to stop. “I want to be inside of you, deep inside when I come.” She shuddered at the idea of that and let go of his cock. Breathlessly he said, “Don’t move.” He left a hand on her thigh like he was afraid he would lose her as he bent down to retrieve a foil wrapped pouch from his jean pocket. She watched as he slid the thin sheath over his pulsing cock and then lifted her off the table and carried her over to a leather couch. He pulled the thick, warm blanket off the back and let it fall down across the seat before sitting her down on it and then he sat down next to her and pulled her up on his lap. The feel of that thick hard cock pressing into her most sensitive spot almost caused her to have another orgasm. Jordan knew at that moment that letting herself go and being with Chase this way was something she would always remember and never regret.
Chapter 14
Chase
He was touching every sexy curve of her body with one part of his body or another and feasting his eyes on her delicious full breasts and hard nipples and it only made him want more. Holding her by the hips he lifted her up and without prompting she reached down and lined his cock up with her entrance. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to see himself slide up inside of her, but he couldn’t look. He couldn’t let his eyes rest on that disfiguring scar again. Not because he thought her any less beautiful or amazing because of it…but because the rage in his chest would return and instead of making love to this gorgeous woman he had right in front of him, he would want to tear some mother-fuckers’ head from his shoulders. There would be plenty of time for that later, he told himself. At that moment he only wanted to make her forget everything that had happened to her up to this moment. He wanted to make her feel things that no one had ever made her feel before.
Once she had the head of his cock pressing against the opening of her sweet pussy he let go of her hips and let her fall and impale herself on him. She gasped and whimpered as he bottomed out inside of her. “Too much?” he whispered. She shook her head frantically, “No, I want it all…fuck me Chase.”
He had to fight the explosion that coiled inside of his body. He tried to think of something or someone else to take the pressure off but when he looked up at Jordan’s flushed cheeks and disheveled hair he knew that wasn’t going to be possible. There were no other two people in the world at that moment. He held onto her waist so that he was in control and began flexing his hips, moving in and out of her in long, lazy strokes. She was fighting him. She wanted more and he could feel it by the way she was trying to roll her hips down each time he thrust up into her. “Harder,” she murmured. She leaned in and bit down on his neck and sucked on it before lifting her head up and saying, “Faster. Fuck me Chase.” Overwhelming desire…a raw need that he had never experienced pre-Jordan, seized him. His hips began to move faster almost all on their own and he let go of his hold on her hips and she began moving with him, bouncing up and down. The sight of her bouncing tits and her head thrown back with her mouth open and all that hair brushing against her nude back and shoulders culminated in his core and holding back the orgasm became physically painful. When he shoved up into her and she wiggled her hips so that his thick cock moved with the walls of her pussy he yelled out her name. He felt her hand go down between them then and he realized she had her finger on her clit and she was rubbing it hard in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck Jordan! Jesus, you’re so sexy. Fuck! I’m going to come.”
She moaned and in a ragged voice she said, “Me too. Come with me Chase.” She threw her head back further and then she did something that drove him over the edge of that cliff head-first. She opened those sexy eyes of hers and looked him directly in his green ones, smiling. Then she closed them again just as he felt himself explode. He was riding out his massive orgasm when she cried out and exploded into one of her own. It was the most fucking amazing experience of his life.
Once they both had calmed down she let her soft hot body fall into him and she rested her face in the crook of his neck as her vital signs slowly returned to normal. “Wow,” he heard her say against his hot flesh.
“Mm-hmm,” He said for lack of enough oxygen to speak.
“That was incredible Chase.”
He put his arms around her and pulled her in tighter until there wasn’t even space for air between them and then he whispered, “I’m only resting. I’m not finished with you by far.” He felt her shake with a little laugh and after
a second she said, “Good.”
**
Jordan and Chase spent all afternoon and part of the evening exploring different spaces in his apartment and different positions. When they were both at last spent completely they took a shower together, ate leftovers out of the fridge and then crawled into his bed, naked. He heard her whimper softly as she felt the soft, satin sheets against her bare skin and in spite of the beating he had already taken, his cock did a cartwheel.
He slid an arm underneath her neck and pulled her into him. She cuddled into his side and it felt so good to hold her like that he almost let the question that was nagging him again go…almost. He had to know which meant he had to ask. “Jordan?”
“Hmm?”
“Where is the man that hurt you?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. The “tattoo” as he called it is six years old. By that time he was beating me pretty routinely. I should have left, but he hadn’t let me work so I had no money and I didn’t have friends or family in the city. Natalie was living in the dorms at the college so I couldn’t stay with her. I guess it’s all just a bunch of excuses, but I thought if I was just good and obeyed his whims that I could make him happy. If he was happy he wouldn’t want to hurt me…or at least that’s what I told myself.” He was stroking her arm softly and made it a point to keep his touch light although he was practically consumed by anger. “We had been together for a year when he finally tried to kill me. I thought he had. I could see myself being worked on by the paramedics. I could hear and see what they were saying and doing. I didn’t have a pulse and I wasn’t breathing…”
“Was he the one that called the ambulance?”
She smirked and it was in the next moment that he really knew that he wanted to kill him. “No. He dumped me alongside the road. I think he thought it was an isolated area but because camping season was in full force at the time, people literally came out of the woodwork.” Chase didn’t realize how tense his body was or that he was shaking until she softly laid her hand over his heart and said, “It was a long time ago, and today was the best day that I’ve had before or since. I don’t want to waste any more of it talking about him, okay?”
Through gritted teeth he growled, “I need to know one more thing.”
“What?” she asked in a small voice.
“What is his name?” A man with Chase’s history wouldn’t be very smart to go looking for this guy, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to do the smart thing. He had murder on his mind and the consequences of that act were the furthest thing from it.
“Not tonight Chase, please.” Her voice was pleading and thick and he realized that he didn’t want to ruin this night any more than she did. He took a few deep, cleansing breaths until his body began to relax and then he said, “Okay,” as he brushed his lips against her hair. But soon.
**
Chase never had a harder time not knowing something in his life. His family had held so many secrets that when it came to people’s personal lives more often than not he would rather not know. But this…this monster who could hurt an angel like Jordan and leave her for dead on the side of the road…that was someone that Chase had to meet. He didn’t understand why she hadn’t told the police what this man did and have him locked up. He wanted to ask her. When he had asked where he was he had expected her to say, “In jail.” When she didn’t his next thought was that he wanted to send him to hell. He could sit on one side of the devil while Charles Sr. sat on the other.
He had woken up with Jordan in his arms and for the next hour after she woke up, they made love and all had been right with the world again. But the second she said it was time for her to go home and begin editing the photos she had taken the day before he started wondering how he could go about tracking this guy down.
“It’s Sunday,” he told her, “Take the day off.”
In true Jordan form, she said, “I was just hoping to have something ready to show at the meeting tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll re-schedule the meeting for the afternoon so you can prepare it in the morning at work. Today is your one day off. I have a better idea about how you can spend it.”
She smiled. “In your arms?” she asked.
“I’d love nothing more than that, but unfortunately I have a fitting for my tuxedo for my mother’s wedding. I’m meeting my soon to be step-brother at the tailor's and having lunch with him afterward. The man is as dull as the lead on a pencil so it should be a laugh a minute.”
She giggled. “Okay, then I’ll get out of your way…”
“Hey.” He pulled her against him and held her tightly. “You are never in my way. But you didn’t let me finish about my idea. I think you should go shopping and find a kick-ass dress, shoes and whatever else you need to wear to the wedding too.”
He felt her body tense and then relax. She looked up at him and said, “I promise to look as good as possible…but my first paycheck went to old bills, things I’d been behind on for a while. I’ll need to wait for my next one…”
“I wasn’t suggesting that you pay for it.”
“Oh no! No Chase I couldn’t let you do that.”
“Why not? Is this like that rule about not sleeping with the boss?”
“Kind of,” she slapped his chest and said, “I was going to say it was a moral issue or a matter of principles…but I’m not sure I’m one to preach any longer.”
“Good, don’t. I’m going to give you the AMEX card. There’s no limit on it and no limit on what you spend.”
“I really can’t do that, Chase.”
“Listen to me.” He cupped her chin and tipped her face up to his. “This isn’t me rewarding you for sex or coercing you into doing anything else with me. This is for me. I want to do something for you because I’m just completely overwhelmed with the way you make me feel. I have had money my entire life…for the most part. It was money that my father earned before I began earning it and it’s accumulated a billion times over. I would never notice a few thousand of that missing, but it would make me feel great to know that you were out shopping with one of your friends today having cocktails for lunch and being fitted into a gorgeous dress...and smiling. I want to make you smile Jordan.”
“You already have.”
“Good.” He bent down and kissed the bridge of her nose. “I want to do it more.”
In the end, Jordan lost the argument and before she left with the AMEX card he made her promise to send him selfies of her day. He could tell that she was at least a little bit excited about going shopping and the last thing he told her before she left was that she worked hard and she deserved this. That simple statement seemed to overwhelm her and when she pulled back from hugging him she had tears in her eyes. He left once she was in the car that he called for her downstairs and before he made it back up to the penthouse he was on the phone with one of his contacts from the NYPD.
Chapter 15
Jordan
Natalie and Jordan shopped until they were ready to drop…and they may have been just a little bit tipsy from too much wine at lunch by the time they got home. Jordan hadn’t bought much because she felt guilty about spending Chase’s money, but it felt like she had tried on every dress and pair of shoes in every store they went into. She had sent some sexy selfies to Chase as well as some silly ones. Each time she sent a photo she would get a text back and each time he had something sexy, positive or perverted to say. The only dress she didn’t send him a photo of was the one she finally settled on for the wedding. She couldn’t wait for him to see her in that one. Even with her limited self-esteem, she knew she looked hot in it and for the first time since he mentioned it she was looking forward to the wedding. They had a late lunch at an Italian restaurant in Manhattan and that was where they polished off a bottle of red wine while they laughed, talked and ate. Jordan didn’t tell Nat the intimate details of what she and Chase had done the night before, but she did tell her that they made love all night and about how sweet and atten
tive he had been when she told him about her vile “tattoo.” She shuddered a little to herself when she pictured the rage in his eyes. She had even said a little prayer that Axel would never show his face anywhere near Chase. It wasn’t that she cared what happened to Axel, it was what she feared Chase would do and the consequences he might have to face if he did.
They didn’t get back to the apartment until the sun was going down. Lauren hadn’t been able to join them for shopping because of another obligation but when they got back to the apartment she was waiting for them. She had brought fresh wine and cheese and the first thing she said when they came in the door laughing and whispering was, “Stop right there and start over. I want to hear everything that was said today and I want you two to act like it’s the first time you heard it.”
They laughed and after Jordan put her dress and other bags in her room, they sat on the couch, opened the bottle of wine that neither Nat nor Jordan really needed and began to talk.
“I spent the night with Chase at his penthouse. We made love, we ate, we talked about our lives and we made love again.”
“Wow, you talked about your life? Did he too?”
“Yeah, we talked about where we grew up and our families, or my lack thereof. He invited me to his mother’s wedding. That’s why I was out shopping today.”
“I’ve been by the building where he lives a million times,” Lauren said excitedly. “It’s gorgeous. It’s been there since the late twenties and his family has owned it since the fifties.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Jordan wasn’t surprised that Lauren did. She was working toward a degree in architecture. She had been in college off and on for six years now. Her mother got really ill in her second year and she took a year off and then just before she finished the third year her older brother was in a car accident and Lauren was the only one to take care of him as well. Jordan and Nat both teased her sometimes about changing her major to nursing but she swore she would make a terrible one. She only had six months to go now before she got her degree and look for internships. Jordan was proud of her for fighting for it so hard. In the spare time that she had very little of, she read a lot…mostly about the history of architecture and local architecture as well.
