"Let's get this over with then, yeah?" he hissed, his lips at her ear. "You want to be fucked? You sure you can handle it?" He pressed his erection hard into her back.
Julia winced at his repeating her harsh words and her breath caught when she felt him against her. "I-I didn't mean it like that, Chase."
"No?" His right hand slowly moved down her stomach then over, reaching the right front clip on her garter, releasing her stocking. "Then how did you mean it?" His hand moved to the back of her garter, unclipping it then resumed its place on her belly as the one that was on her neck moved down, keeping the same slow pace, brushing over her breast, then went to the left front clip.
"I meant that…" her breath hitched as his hand moved over her breast. This was so intense and sexy. She knew he was still mad, but, damn, he was getting her so hot. She closed her eyes as she savored the feel of his hands on her. "I meant that we're driving each other crazy… the tension… it's…"
His lips were on her neck, her shoulder, biting, kissing, sucking, nipping, sending chills through her body. She leaned her head to the side exposing more skin to him and she lay back against his hard chest as a low moan came from deep in her throat.
"The tension's too much, is it?" She felt his hot breath against her ear. His hand released the last clip then he moved his hand around to grip the inside of her thigh hard, jerking it to the side, spreading her legs, then moving his fingers to her center, he brushed against her panties. She cried out, her back arching against him making her ass grind into his hard cock. He hissed, his hand tightening across her midsection, holding her tighter to his body. "So, if I fuck you, the tension will go away… "
"I meant that it's almost torture, Chase…" His hand had run down her thigh and he languidly dragged it back up, finding her wetness again, lingering there, his fingers faintly skimming against her making her hold her breath as the anticipation of what he was going to do drove her wild. "It's… torture…"
His lips brushed over her shoulder then back to her neck. "Well, don't worry… we can move the fuck on after we're done…"
Julia's heart was beating crazily. She wanted him so badly she almost wanted to cry again. "Please, Chase…"
His fingers slipped inside her panties and he felt how slick and wet she was for him. Christ, he wanted her. He closed his eyes as he slid a finger inside her, clenching his jaw as she bucked her ass against his cock again. Another finger went in, both now pressing into her wall as he moved them in and out of her.
"Oh, God," she moaned. Her arms went behind her, her hands grasping his thighs to her as she thrust back into him.
He nipped at her shoulder then gripped her face at the jaw with his other hand, pressing his stubbled cheek against hers and rasped, "What's wrong? Is this affecting you? But we should just get this over with, right? That's what you want? For me to fuck you…"
"Oh, Chase… you're going to make me… God…"
"Going to make you what?" he murmured, moving his fingers harder against her softness inside as his thumb rubbed against her clit making her breathing speed up. "Hm? Going to make you what?" He released her face and jerked the top of her bustier down, her breasts popping free. He clamped a hand around one breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger making her breath catch.
Holy shit. This had to be the single most exasperating yet sexiest thing that'd ever happened to her. He was filling her senses. His cologne that she loved clouded her head; she felt his mouth on her, fingers inside her, thumb rubbing against her, his fingers on her nipple and the way he was talking to her… it was so frustrating… and… so… hot. She sensed her body moving toward a climax that was going to be more intense than any other she'd ever had.
"I'm going to… oh, God!" Julia knew she was right there, that Chase was taking her somewhere she'd never been, going so high, but this time she wasn't scared. This time she needed it. Craved it.
She writhed against his arm, breathing hard, pushing into him as he moved his fingers faster, pressing into that spot that was driving her insane. The sounds coming out of her were turning him on, making him hard as rock, making him want to bury his cock deep inside her.
"C'mon, Julia," he said lazily. "Let's get it over with and move on. Just fuck each other and go. Isn't that what you want?" he mocked.
"Yes! No! Oh, God! I'm there… Chase!" Every nerve ending in her body fired to life as her orgasm slammed through her. Her back arched and her hips thrust back into him as her fingernails dug into his thighs. He kept her climax going by pulsing his fingers inside her every several seconds. She'd never come this hard until now. Wow.
After that intense experience, she hung limply in his arms and he picked her up laying her on her bed. He took his tux jacket off, throwing it over a chair. He was watching her watching him, seeing that she looked extremely relaxed and sated. He couldn't help but feel smug, knowing he'd done this to her. He smirked when her eyes widened as he removed the shoulder holster that housed his Glock. Yeah, little girl, this shit’s serious. You figuring it out now?
He kicked off his shoes, pulling off his socks then undid his bowtie, taking off his shirt and undershirt. He climbed on the bed, hovering over her.
"You okay?" he asked.
She was so blissed out as she looked up at him, she couldn't help the smile on her face.
"I'm perfect. Absolutely perfect." She reached a hand up to cup his face, pulling him to her. "Kiss me."
His anger faded at seeing the dreamy look on her face, but he leaned down, whispering in her ear, “Are you ready to be fucked?”
Dear God, if being fucked was anything like what he’d just done to her, bring it on.
“Yes,” she murmured, her arms going around him.
He pulled back and looked down at her then covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply, roughly. He wanted her so badly. And here she was, primed and ready for him, willing to trust him with her body. Jesus.
"I want you, Chase. Please. I want to feel you inside."
He pulled away from her then and stood at the foot of the bed, taking her heels off one at a time, his eyes still holding hers, the look of lust in his making her shiver. He slipped each of her delicate stockings off then drew her panties down her legs. After taking his pants and boxer briefs off, he crawled back on the bed over her, capturing her lips with his in an almost possessive manner. She sighed deeply into his mouth as she felt him naked against her for the first time. He kissed her harder, more insistently, and she responded in kind to him, her arms wrapping around him, her hands running over his back.
"Chase, make love to me," she whispered.
Moving away to sit back on his knees, his eyes burned into hers. “There won’t be any making love, Julia. Only fucking,” he warned, as he reached for his jacket on the chair, finding his wallet and taking a condom out.
Maybe if he kept up this charade, making her think he was still angry, still unaffected by her, he’d get out of this with his feelings still intact, not caring one way or the other about her. Maybe they could actually do this then move on, their lust finally being sated, the tension resolved. Yeah. And maybe the sun wouldn’t rise in the motherfucking east.
Looking back at her, he smirked again at how big her eyes had gotten upon seeing his cock. He stroked himself a couple times then opened the condom, rolling it on, and moved back over her, grabbing her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head as he lay back down over her.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his eyes watching her intensely, waiting for her to tell him to stop, his fingers going down to find her so slick, definitely ready.
"Yes." Her voice was breathy with lust. She drew her legs up, her knees against his hips, ready to take him inside.
His fingers went around his cock, lining it up with her opening and he slowly pushed inside, filling her, stretching her, groaning at how good she felt. So damned tight.
Julia gasped as he entered her, realizing he was much bigger than Josh. At the thought of him, she
tensed up for a second turning her head away.
Chase knew she was going to tell him to stop and his anger returned at how things always went that direction with them. He pulled out a little then moved slowly back inside her and after a couple seconds felt her relax.
At the movement, Julia finally dropped all thoughts of her ex knowing that he’d been all wrong about her. She wasn't frigid. She'd just needed the right man to bring out her sensuality.
Chase held his position, his hand moving up to grip her by the chin turning her to look at him. “We good?” His gray eyes watched her carefully.
She hated that he was still holding on to his anger. “Yes… please…” she whispered.
“Please, what, Julia? Tell me what you want.”
“Please don’t be mad anymore,” she begged then she moaned. “And, please, Chase, oh… God… please… please… just move!”
How could he be mad now that he was finally inside her, every damned fantasy he’d had about her finally coming to fruition? He grinned at her wickedly, dipping his head down to suck on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, which made her cry out. He moved to the other, sucking it in just as hard. She writhed beneath him and tried to free her hands from his grip, but he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
“Wanted you for a long time. Didn’t know I was going to have to teach you a lesson the first time, though,” he murmured, moving back to her other breast, slowly licking a circle around her areola which made her whimper. He moved to the other doing the same thing and she arched up off the bed with a groan, her body begging for more. “Like that,” he told her before taking the nipple inside his mouth, his teeth grazing it, as he sucked hard.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come again!” she screamed as her core clamped down hard on his length, drawing him deeper inside.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling out of her then thrusting back in hard making her cry out again. "So fucking sweet," he said huskily, pulling out and slamming back inside her again.
"Chase," she breathed out, moving her hips to meet his thrusts.
"You feel so good, Julia. Oh, God, so fucking good."
He drove inside her over and over, relishing how amazing she felt, how tightly she gripped him, how sleek and wet she was. He finally released her wrists and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead that clung to the perspiration that glistened on it, then kissed her deeply, passionately. God, this was good.
Wanting to watch her, he turned them to where she was on top now, her knees on either side of him; she put her hands on his abs as she began moving, rising up to the tip of his cock then sliding back down taking him, all of him, deep inside her. He sat up and took the pins out of her hair watching it fall around her shoulders, then lay back to look at her, watching as she moved on him, her eyes closed, her head falling back as she let out a deep sigh. She was stunning. Goddamned gorgeous. His hands went to her hips helping her move as he met her every thrust, moving up to meet her.
"My God, you're beautiful." Chase watched as her hand went between her legs, which turned him on more than he thought he ever could be and he felt the burn begin in his core. He’d never seen someone so fucking sexy. He turned them so she was under him again and leaned down kissing her thoroughly, his tongue finding hers, then put his hand under her buttocks to raise her hips to him, his body taking possession wholly over hers now.
He moved forcefully in her, deeper than he’d been, feeling himself ready to peak. He watched her face, learning it, knowing she, too, was getting close. As he pumped inside her, she cried out as she came again and he felt her pulsing around his cock, her core grabbing then releasing him. This threw him over the edge as he drove it home, cursing under his breath as he came hard inside her, slamming in deeply. He collapsed on top of her, a drop of sweat running down the side of his face, as both of them breathed hard.
"That was amazing," Julia said with a breathy sigh.
Goddamned right it was.
They lay there for several minutes, just basking in their post-orgasmic high. Then Chase moved off of her, but not before kissing her softly, sweetly several times then he went to the bathroom. When he came back, she'd gotten under the covers and now held them out for him to join her. He pulled her into his arms to lay her head on his chest. "Julia," he whispered then kissed the top her head.
"Yeah." She smiled contentedly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling herself dozing off. This had been so right. She knew it had. Everything's going to work out now. That was her last thought before she fell into a sound sleep.
Shit. She’d rocked his world when all he’d set out to do was teach her not to mess with him. How’d this keep happening? He should’ve known by now that she’d prove him wrong every damn time. But as he drifted off into a fitful sleep, he thought, How can this work out without changing everything?
Chapter 14
Julia awoke the next morning with a smile on her face, remembering the night before. She stretched, realizing she was sore, but in all the right places.
After she’d drifted off, her head on Chase’s chest, arm across his stomach, legs tangled wih his, she’d felt happier than she had in a long time as he held her tightly. She’d awakened in the middle of the night after dreaming of his hands on her, bringing her to orgasm, to find herself filled by his cock from behind.
It’d felt spectacular. She’d reached an arm behind her, lacing it around his neck, pulling his face to hers to kiss him, all her feelings for him pouring out through it the minute their lips made contact.
“Fuck, Julia, I can’t get enough of you,” he’d breathed in her ear.
He’d turned her on her back then entered her again, continuing to make slow and steady love to her, whispering to her the most wonderful and naughty things. When he’d gotten close, he’d run a hand under one of her thighs, moving it behind her knee to stretch her leg up as he drove in deeper causing her to cry out, as they came together. It’d been fabulous.
Turning to her side, she saw that Chase wasn't there and she frowned, not liking that he’d left her. He was probably in his room showering. It was a little before seven, so she knew she'd better get up and get ready for work.
After she dressed, she went into the kitchen seeing that he was in his usual spot, leaning against the counter eating cereal. She couldn't help but blush when she came in, but her smile that greeted him was radiant.
"Good morning," she said, moving toward him to give him a kiss.
"Morning." His tone stopped her in her tracks. It was cool and distant, just as it'd been the two years she'd tried making him talk to her. What the hell? He didn't even look up at her. Just kept eating those stupid Frosted Flakes. She imagined swinging her hand up under the idiotic bowl knocking it out of his hands to cover his ass in Tony the Tiger splendorificness.
As she put a bagel in the toaster she looked at him wondering what had changed. She was so hurt by the way he was acting. Bastard. Grow up already, buddy.
"Chase?"
He knew he was being an asshole. He'd been up since four that morning wondering what to do. He'd left a kiss on her forehead before he left her room to go to his then paced back and forth, trying to find a way to make this work. Every now and then he found himself on the floor alternating between doing push-ups and crunches trying to clear his head, forcing himself to think of every scenario there was. He wanted to be with her, but he was afraid that if they were together, he'd screw up and he couldn't afford that right now.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you acting like this?" Oh, God, he regrets that we were together.
"Like what?" He set his bowl on the counter, looking down at the floor sucking his cheek in, using his tongue to get something out of his teeth.
"Cold. Uncaring. Like a prick,” she hissed out, glaring at him. He was infuriating. “What happened?" She wanted to slap him, maybe jarring whatever it was he was trying to get out of his teeth into his throat so he could choke on it.
"Nothing."
"Goddamn it!
I'm so sick of this!" Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to go but he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him, then held tightly to both her upper arms.
"Keep it down!" he hissed then said quietly, "Look, Julia, I'm sorry. This is just, well, it’s tricky." He sighed. "Last night…" He wasn't sure what to say. And being so close to her and remembering last night were doing things to his anatomy that he'd rather they not. Just had to go and cross that line with her, didn’t he? But he also knew that even the thought of his being able to move on from her now was a ridiculous notion.
"Last night what?" she whispered back, scowling, trying to get control of the damned waterworks that threatened to come gushing down her face. If he said it was a mistake…
"It was amazing. Yet not." She flinched hard at his saying that. "I mean, it was amazing but it puts me in a tough position."
"It doesn't have to be so complicated, Chase. And why are we whispering?"
"Good morning," her father bellowed from around the corner.
Jumping away from Chase, she whipped around to see her father walking into the kitchen. She wiped her face quickly and straightened her jacket. "When did you get in, Allen?" She turned back to look at Chase, confused as hell. He just raised his eyebrows at her.
"An hour ago." He looked at the close proximity in which she and Chase stood, his brow moving down, eyes narrowing. "And that's 'Dad' to you," he mumbled then looked down at his cell phone.
She gave Chase a “This isn’t finished” look, got her bagel out of the toaster to spread jam on it then poured herself a cup of coffee leaning a hip against the counter to eat as Chase always did.
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