by Julie Morgan
With a wicked grin, Chase maneuvered his fingers past my panties and slid his digits over my wet pussy. He slid in two fingers and pumped them, filling me with only a tease of what would come later.
“I want to taste you on my tongue,” he teased.
“Just get me naked before we ruin this dress. My sister wants to marry it.”
He stopped what he was doing and laughed a hard chuckle. “Well that was random, but okay. We’ll save the dress for her special occasion.”
I tilted his head up and slanted my mouth across his. He pumped his fingers faster and rubbed the sensitive spot inside me. The friction drove me crazy, and a subtle hint of an orgasm teased. Hell, I needed him so much more than what his fingers could do for me.
I moved my hips in rhythm with his hand. My breaths came heavier and with a frantic need. I reached for his pants buckle.
“Wait, my love. Wait until we get back to your place,” he begged. “Not here. You’re worth so much more to me than a car fuck.”
“Right. I’m a great car fuck as well as bed, wall, or anywhere else you take me.”
He chuckled. “You’re so bad, woman.”
“You love it,” I whispered and nibbled on his ear.
“That I do,” he said and pressed his thumb to my clit. He moved it with aggression that met the rhythm of his fingers.
I gasped and sat back in his lap, giving him fuller access to my body. “Yes,” I moaned and reached for the handle above the door of the car. I held on and moved my body with desperation against his hand. He moved his thumb faster, pushed his fingers harder, and my body would soon shatter.
“Chase,” I said in a higher pitch. “Chase, oh, God.”
“Hold on for me, baby. Hold on. We’re almost there.”
“Unless you stop, I won’t be able to hold on. I’m going to come. Please, I need to. I’ve needed you, needed this.”
Then, without warning, he stopped. He pulled his hand free from me.
I looked at him, confused and, honestly, pissed off. “What the hell, Chase?”
“I need you to wait, please. Don’t let yourself go here in this car. You deserve to be cherished, not fucked.”
I smiled and leaned into him. “But you’re not fucking me. Your fingers were, and they were doing a damn good job.”
He chuckled. “Please, give me this, baby.”
I sighed and collapsed against his chest, into his arms. “Fine,” I groaned. “But as soon as we’re in—”
“You’re mine, baby.”
I grinned and buried my face into his neck, kissing his skin under his ear. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked.
“For this amazing night. For being you. For standing up for me.”
“If I recall, you stood up for yourself just fine.”
I nodded and then looked at him. “Yes, but you were there and supported me rather than let that bitch walk all over me.”
He brushed strands of loose hair back from my face. “I would never feed you to the wolves, baby.”
I leaned into him once more and relished the feel of his arms around my body. He was my safety net, my man, my person. I had fallen in love with Chase Newstrom, the unclaimable man, the one who swore to have had an ice heart…and he was mine.
Chapter Twenty
Ainsley
If you had asked me a month or so ago if Chase Newstrom was “the one,” I would have laughed and told you to fuck off. The man was a sex god, and his personality and attitude personified that fact. However, since I’ve come to know the man, after having shared intimate relations with him and handing my heart over completely, the answer would be a resounding yes. He was the one.
We left his car quickly, not wanting to break our momentum toward a much-needed, hard-as-you-can-fuck-me, just-got-over-the-biggest-fight-ever, you-belong-to-me-now fuck session. When we stood before the door of my building, Chase placed his hands over my breasts, pulling my back against his chest. He feathered his lips across my exposed neckline, and shivers ran up and down my spine.
“Open the fucking door already,” he growled next to my ear. My body quaked with need as his tongue slid along my earlobe.
“I’m trying,” I said with an exasperated sigh. “You’re not making it easy on me.”
He chuckled this dark, throaty sound that brought a grin to my lips. “Do you have any idea what do you to me?” Chase pressed his erection into the crease of my ass, and if his hardness was any indication, I knew exactly how I made him feel.
My key finally turned in the deadbolt, and the door shot open. We stumbled inside, and I managed to close the door behind me before Chase pressed my back to it.
His hands were on my breasts again, and his lips—his gorgeous, luscious mouth—claimed my own in a show of dominance. He pressed his knee between my thighs, and I moved my left leg around his thigh. He moved his hands from my chest long enough to gather the skirts of my dress and pull them up toward my waist.
“I need these clothes off your delicious body,” he groaned against my lips.
“I can’t get out of said clothes unless you let me go.”
He grinned, and a soft laugh escaped him. “Not a chance.”
“Then you’ll have to make do with my clothes on,” I teased. It took more willpower than I was willing to admit to keep myself from shoving his jacket off and ripping his shirt—and his pants—at the buttons.
He thrust his erection against my pussy, and the friction sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I groaned in the silence of my home and fisted my hands atop his shoulders. My arms began to shake, and the one leg I stood on weakened. I wanted to shatter in his arms, give myself to him completely, but was he ready and willing to do the same?
The way he was with me at the event tonight, from his demeanor in front of watching eyes to the zero fucks given to those who watched him kiss me, told me everything I needed to know. A boldness I wasn’t sure I had erupted from my inner self and took over, like turning on the autopilot of my body.
In a rushed frenzy, I grabbed at his jacket and pushed it from his shoulders to his elbows. “Get naked,” I growled and pushed it the rest of the way off his arms. I reached for and removed his bowtie and then tore his shirt’s material from its buttons.
“Oops, I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Fuck the shirt,” he growled and pushed my arms above my head. He held my wrists with one hand while the other took hold of my chin. “I’m going to ravish every inch of your body, Ainsley. Every fucking inch. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you belong to me.” He leaned in, and his nose teased mine, followed by his tongue across my lips. I could feel his breath on my mouth as he spoke. “Tell me you love me, Ainsley.”
My breath rushed from my lungs, and my legs gave out from under me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me against his body. Tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine. His words sang over and over in my head—the words I’d been wanting to hear, longing to hear, needing to hear for so long.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Please, Chase, release me. Get this dress off me. I need you inside me.”
“Tell me,” he growled. “I want to hear you say it.”
I closed my eyes, and another shudder rushed out with my breath. My eyes felt damp, and a tear rushed down my cheek. His thumb gently glided over the damp spot as he swiped it away. Then his mouth was by my ear once more.
“Ainsley Speire, I love you more than life itself.” He leaned back and met my gaze.
I must have been wearing an expression of shock.
He chuckled and then continued. “I had no idea I needed you in my life until I finally saw you. Really saw you. Once you opened my eyes, my heart soon followed. Please, tell me you love me and your heart is mine for the taking. Please tell me you feel the same. I don’t think I could take it if you didn’t. But Ainsley, please, I need to know.”
I stared into his eyes, the wonderment, the longing, the lust, and the love he felt for me radiating
out of him. He spoke the truth. I could see it in the depths of his eyes. I felt my body shake again for a different reason. More tears slid down my cheeks.
I hiccupped and swiped at the wetness on my face. “As long as I’ve known you, Chase, I’ve wanted you in my life. I dreamed of being by your side, being your woman—hell, being your wife—for so long, and the first time you really saw me, because of that note, was the first day of my new life. There was no going back for me, not after that. I love you, Chase Newstrom, heart and soul. I love you.”
In a flash, Chase released my hands and had his arms around my body. He lifted me into the air and held me close to him. I hugged my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his. Our tongues danced in a rhythm that met a perfect harmony. We were meant to be. I felt it. He felt it.
Chase carried me in the direction of my bedroom. Of course, we didn’t make it that far.
“Ouch!” I yelled out when we bumped into the wall. I couldn’t help laughing.
“Sorry about that,” he said through his own laugh.
Once we made it to my bedroom, he set me on my feet and then took my hands once more and held them above my head.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
I nodded.
He slid his hands down my arms and upper body until he reached the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down and helped me step out of it. He laid it across a sitting chair in my room and then returned to me. I stood in black panties, my stilettos, and my necklace and earrings but nothing else.
Chase took my hands and led me toward my bed, laid me down, and hovered over my body for a moment before slowly retreating. He stood, long and tall, his face filled with an emotion I could only describe as love. His eyes glistened, and he smiled down at me.
It wasn’t every day anyone really had the privilege of knowing the real Chase Newstrom. He’d let his walls down for me and allowed me entrance to the most insecure parts of himself. I held the key to his heart and had no intention of tarnishing that trust.
He slipped his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. His chest rose and fell with the breaths he took. His hair was slightly disheveled from the kissing we’d done against my door. He removed his pants, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks. He stood in boxer briefs, and the outline of his erection pressed against the cotton material.
“Come here,” I said and sat on the edge of my bed. He stepped forward, and I pulled at the waistline of his boxers, tugging them down his legs. His cock was mouth level with a small pearl of pre-come. I licked it and met his gaze.
Chase’s mouth was slightly open, and he gasped when I licked him again. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him gently.
“Do you love me?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I wanted to play some after the very serious moment we’d just had.
He nodded and tucked hair that had fallen around my face behind my ear. “I love you.”
I smiled and stroked him again. “I love you.” I took him into my mouth and sucked on him, causing Chase to gasp once more. I took him in farther until he touched the back of my throat. He was large and so hard.
“I need to be inside you, baby,” he groaned. “Let me have you.”
I looked up his ripped stomach and pecs to meet his gaze. I gave his head a slight nibble, and he hissed. I licked him as if to soothe the burn.
“You are inside me.”
“And it feels amazing, baby,” he said and ran a hand under the back of my hairline. I then gasped when he fisted my hair. “I want to be fucking your pussy now.”
My mouth was agape, and as he pulled my hair, he moved his other hand down between my legs. I separated them for him, and Chase moved my panties to the side. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, and his thumb pressed against my clit. He moved his fingers against the sensitive flesh in a circular motion, awakening what could only be described as my inner beast.
The more he massaged the area, the more intense the feeling became, and my body thrashed on the bed. With his thumb teasing my clit, I was merely a ragdoll, and he was my puppet master.
He lowered himself to me, and his lips met mine in a force full of longing, need, and love. He pushed me to lie down on the bed, and his hand never wavered from the finger-fucking he was giving me. Chase let go of my hair and slid his hand down my neck to my breasts. He pinched the nipple on my left breast, and I hissed.
“Damn it,” I groaned, sensing an orgasm building in the lower part of my abdomen. I knew I would shatter very soon. “You’re going to make me come before we even have sex.” I licked my lips and met his gaze.
His eyes were hungry, and he looked as if he were about to devour me. And I was ready for the taking.
His free hand gripped the fabric of my barely there panties, and he ripped the material from my body. It was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to me. He pushed my legs farther apart and placed his free hand just above the hood that covered my clit. He pulled my lower lips apart, and the cool of the air sent a jolt through my body just as Chase flicked his tongue against my already-swollen clit.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped as I laid my head back on the bed. I reached above my head, grabbed the comforter, and pulled. I needed to hold on to something or my body may buck from the lashing Chase was giving my pussy. “Harder, please. I’m going to come. Harder!”
My clit throbbed, and my breaths became erratic as I panted. Chase sucked against my clit and nibbled.
And I shattered.
I screamed his name and my hips came off the bed. I wasn’t sure when he stopped sucking and my body came back to the bed, but my chest rose and fell with the air I attempted to pull into my lungs. It was the most intense orgasm I had experienced in my life.
It was like skydiving. It wasn’t the sensation of the air hitting your body but the spike of adrenaline and the euphoria your body felt as you were mid-climax.
I met his gaze after a moment, and a laugh pushed through my lips at the smirk that played on his face.
“You’re welcome,” he said and swiped his hand down his face.
CHASE
Ainsley lay before me, a goddess among women. Her pussy glistened with the aftermath of the orgasm I had just given her. The room had a slight chill, and her nipples had pebbled stiff. I reached forward and pinched one between my fingers. She smirked and lifted herself up to her elbows.
“A part of me wants to tie you up,” I said, “and another part just wants to make love all night.”
“It’s almost midnight. Are you serious?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.” I pulled her legs apart and yanked her toward me.
She squealed, followed by laughter. “Why not both?” she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
I smirked and leaned down. I licked and pinched her nipple and then sucked on it for a moment. “Don’t tease. Besides…” I glanced up at her from her breast as I switched to the other. “I didn’t bring any rope with me.” I sucked her other tit until I let it go with a pop. The head of my cock rubbed against her pussy. She was hot, wet, and ready.
I moved my hips against her, the friction of my dick rubbing directly on her clit. She gasped and ran her hands up the length of my arms. I continued to do this and relished the wetness her pussy left on my shaft.
Leaning down, I slanted my lips across hers. My tongue slid across her mouth, and she opened for me. I slid my tongue alongside hers as I continued rubbing myself against her. I was teasing her—not quite getting her off but more like light masturbation of our bodies. She moved her hips in rhythm with mine, and I fought the urge to slam myself balls deep.
“Fuck me, please,” she whispered. “Stop teasing me and fuck me.”
I grinned and licked her lips. “You want it, baby?”
She nodded, her mouth open as she gasped. “Yes, please.”
I pulled back a little more, just enough to where the helmet of my cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. As soon as I felt myself glide inside, I slammed down hard
, pushing my full length inside her. She arched and yelled out my name, and her nails dug into my shoulders. I pulled back and thrust into her, harder than before.
She completely consumed me, and I was lost to this woman, lost to her body and soul. There was no life without her, and I couldn’t remember anything before her. I had simply been breathing, but with Ainsley, I was alive.
I pushed into her over and over, my grunts growing louder with each thrust. She reached over her head and held on to something. The mattress? It didn’t matter what she held on to Ainsley was mine.
“Mine,” I groaned with a thrust. “You. Are. Mine.”
“Yours,” she gasped with a whimper. “I’m yours, always yours.”
I pressed a palm to the bed and wrapped my free arm around her leg. I pushed it to her chest and drove farther into her. I needed more. I wanted all of her. Everything. It was as if I had been starving my entire life until I met Ainsley, my woman, my perfect match, my soul mate. She fulfilled me in every sense of the being.
My balls ached, and I knew my orgasm would happen soon. Too soon. I didn’t want this to end.
“God, I could do this all night,” I growled and pushed into her. “I want you all night, every night.”
She giggled—not quite the response I was hoping for. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled up at me.
“Then I hope you bring some electrolytes and some lube, because we’ll need it.”
I chuckled and leaned down, bringing my lips to hers. “I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too.”
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, and I picked up my rhythm. “I’m going to come, baby. Come with me. Come now, Ainsley. Fuck, yes, come now!”
With a growl, I came. I slammed my cock hard into her, and she held on to my arms and yelled out my name. I felt her release as it mixed with my own. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled down my nose. I swiped it away and brought my forehead to hers.
