“You’ll have to earn it,” I said.
“I will.” Getting on his knees, he buried his face between my legs. His wet, thick tongue started at my behind and did a long, seductive lick to my clitoris. And he took his time, too, inch by inch, drinking me up, lathering me in moist caresses and greedy little pecks with his mouth in areas that had never known contact with tender lips. I gasped. My legs shook. My clit swelled in delight.
“Oh, Chase.” I purred each time that magical tongue lapped at my bud like it was covered in honey. When I could take no more, both of his hands reached my folds and spread them apart.
“All those months, I’ve waited just to taste you.” His fingers entered me.. I felt pressure along my opening as he widened it some more. His lips went to my entrance. He blew.
Fuck.
Warmth traveled down my slick tunnel. My walls shuddered in satisfaction. I curled my toes.
Oh yes.
He blew again and then shoved his tongue inside of me.
Mumbling incoherent words, I rocked into him. He slipped his hands under my behind and squeezed hard.
“Please,” I moaned so loud I was sure the restaurant heard me. Like a mad woman I ground into his face, rubbing my clit on his soft skin, loving his tongue as it licked and pushed inside of me, and relishing Chase’s feast of me.
A spark of an orgasm appeared in my core and began to grow like a ball getting bigger and bigger, until I thought I would detonate. And then Chase stopped. My body trembled like a drug addict anticipating her next fix. He rose and licked his lips.
“No. Don’t stop.” My heartbeat thumped at an erratic pace in my ears. My breathing was fast and came out in shallow pants.
“You want my mouth back there?” Chase’s lips curled into a huge smile.
“Yes.”
“What about my cock?”
“Hell yes!”
He undid his jeans. They fell down his muscular legs. His erection pushed against the material of his boxer briefs. I moistened some more and knew I was dripping with need.
“Hurry up,” I whined.
“And do what, baby?” He pulled his cock out. I sat up, wetting my lips with my tongue. His length was longer and wider than I was used to.
Good God. It’s definitely longer than the inch I’d joked about with him days ago.
I couldn’t wait for him to put it inside of me.
“Take off your bra.” He stroked himself, letting his big hands slide up to the tip, rub around it, and then glide back down his length. He groaned. I reached my hands out to touch it, and he stepped back. “You heard me, baby.”
A whine escaped my lips. I hurried and peeled off my bra. My breasts spilled out of the material, swollen and heavy with aching tips. Unable to help myself, I brushed my fingers against my nipples’ points and shuddered.
“You’re every man’s dream. Beautiful face, tiny waist, huge tits, hips and an ass that could make a priest reconsider his calling.”
He came to me.
I held out my hands to stop him. “Oh shit. Wait.”
“What do you mean wait?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Get the condoms out of my coat’s pocket.”
He muttered something under his breath, but hurried over to get it.
“Maybe we can try sex without a condom this time,” he said as he brought them over.
“No.” I seized them, tore one open, and helped him put it on. “No condoms, no sex.”
“Then condoms it is.” He picked me up. His biceps bulged with the movement. I straddled his waist with my legs. His hands formed around my behind and cupped it. My arms balanced on his huge shoulders. I moved to take off my heels and stockings.
“Dear God, keep those on.” His voice sounded with a hint of madness, as if he would crack into insanity within seconds. We kissed, stabbing each other with our tongues, exploring one another’s mouths, and taking turns sucking on each other’s lips.
I leaned back. “Stop teasing me.”
His teeth caught his bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.” I panted and rubbed my breasts against his chiseled pecs.
He stared into my eyes with heavy lids. “And how do you want it, slow or fast?”
“Any way, damn it!”
He teased the tip of his cock against my moist folds. “Say please, my love.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Please,” I whispered.
He thrust hard into me. I screamed in pleasure. My tunnel stretched beyond comprehension and formed around him. He pierced me like a man on the edge of insanity and my body was the only thing that could give him peace.
“Fuck! You feel so good.” Gripping my hips, he rocked into me and lifted me up and down on him as if I was weightless.
“Never. Felt. Like. This.” He sped up and wound his hips into me, placing perfect pressure on my clit.
“Oh baby,” I cried. “Oh please.”
“You’ll give this to only me. You hear me?” He targeted me with wild eyes and thrust harder. Pleasure smashed into my body with each plunge of his cock. I could no longer hold myself up. My legs slipped. I thought I would fall, but he grabbed them and held me to him.
“Turn around,” he said. “Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
I glanced over my shoulder. The mirrored wall reflected the hottest scene I’d ever witnessed, something that could rival any porn. My brown skin complimented his white. His cock glistened with me as it slid in and out to a tempo that only Chase could hear. His hands clamped possessively onto my ass. They looked like pillows of flesh between his fingers.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he panted. “And belong to only me.”
I returned my view to him. Intense waves, delicious and all consuming, burst from my sex. I focused on his eyes and drowned in him—his scent, the satin texture of his skin, the hard push of his muscular chest as it smoothed against my bare breasts.
Oh my God. I can’t get enough. I’ll take him any way I can have him.
It was such a sad realization, one that would probably force me in future days to balance on the tip of logic and madness.
Because he’ll never just be mine. But I’ll always be his.
He sucked on my neck and I hugged him, hiding my face in his shoulder so that he couldn’t see the tears that spilled out of my eyes.
I have to share him.
What he whispered to me could be in another’s ear next week. And yet, when his fingers slipped along my back I still moaned in pure delight.
“Jasmine,” he cried. “Oh god, Jasmine.”
And I took joy in my name on his lips. He pushed me back until I faced him and concentrated on me as he fucked me harder. And when I shifted to his gaze, all I could see was his love and desire as it rained down on me.
Or is this what I want to see?
“I love you,” he said.
And with just those three words, an explosion of sexual bliss erupted inside my body, so overwhelming that my senses shattered into nothingness. I feared I would never be whole again. I screamed. With each thrust, he broke me into pieces. With each kiss, he reshaped me into something more. I floated on an intense orgasm and mumbled his name over and over until my throat burned and my tongue swelled. When it ended, I crumbled within his arms.
“God, I love hearing you moan my name.” He held me up and changed his strokes to a slower pace. Another spark of lust emerged between my legs as another orgasm began.
Holy shit.
I stared at him with an open mouth and quivering lips.
He’s right. He’s ruined me for any other man.
“Chase,” I cried and sank into a body-shattering orgasm.
“Forever,” he whispered with clear certainty, like he’d held a serious dialogue in his head and had concluded with that answer. He wiped my tears away with his hand. “I’ll never hurt you or ever let you go.”
My body shuddered under his arms.
“I’m about to come.” He quickened his strokes to a thundering pace.
“Yes, baby.”
“My god!” he groaned and buried his face into my neck as he slammed into me with deranged power.
“Now say my name.” I licked my lips.
“Jasmine!” He swayed as he came. “Jasmine!”
And I loved it and savored every moan that ripped from his throat. I held onto him until he slowed to a halt, but remained inside of me. Shaking his head, he lowered us to the carpet. His legs quaked under me as I balanced on his thighs.
“Damn it.” He turned away from me and rubbed his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I still couldn’t see him. “What’s wrong?”
When he finally looked up at me, water glazed over his eyes. A tear trailed down his face. “I underestimated what you would do to me.”
Chapter 22
L
ike pathetic cowards,
neither one of us brought up why the other had cried. We didn’t discuss the words we’d said during sex. We simply cleaned each other in the bathroom, strolled into the dining area, and feasted on a skillfully executed meal. Afterwards, we cuddled up together in a dimly lit booth, where we fed each other with our fingers, licking sauce off the tips with our tongues. The waiter that had stood outside the powder room while we made love was the same who served us. The whole time, he blushed and placed our plates on the table with shaking hands. At the end of the night, Chase left the poor guy a four figure tip.
Back in the Chanel Suite, we made love again on the balcony above Paris. I wore a white robe to conceal his strokes as I moaned into the cool night air, certain Parisians enjoying a midnight stroll could hear us down below. And when we slept, skin to skin in the dark, our arms and legs tangled and looped together, the song “Tomorrow” played in the background, and my dreams remained on him.
Now we headed to Willow Park. He’d gotten me to come straight home with him after our trip. I promised I would do one week with him and then go back to my apartment. Deep down inside I didn’t want to say goodbye to him just yet. I needed to be around him for a few more days.
Gray clouds swollen with upcoming rain hovered over Oshane City. A somber mood lingered inside the limo. We’d barely talked since the plane arrived at the airport.
Chase sighed and squeezed my hand. “So you’ll finally get to see where I live.”
“Yep.” I looked out the window as we passed a stone wall that rose four feet high. A gold plate had engraved letters that said, “Willow Park.” A manicured yard expanded out for miles. The limo continued down a black paved road. A mansion straight out of
Forbes Magazine
appeared at the top of a hill. My mouth dropped open.
This is huge
. Gray bricks made up the massive foundation. I tried to count all of the windows to guess the amount of rooms, but gave up at ten. Three women stood in front as the limo approached.
How did they know we were on our way?
I recognized Lucy and Dawn and assumed the other was Wendy. She had long brunette hair that fell past her shoulders and a petite body with small breasts and slim hips. She lifted a wine glass to her lips and took a small sip.
“You’ll tell me if anything is wrong?” Chase asked for the tenth time since we’d been in the limo.
“I will.” I twisted the copper ring on my finger.
Am I really doing this?
Chase touched my chin and guided my face to his. “Please don’t leave without letting me solve whatever is wrong. Please.”
“I won’t.”
“I want this to work out.”
“I know.” I bit my lip.
I don’t know if I can do this.
“But if it doesn’t work out we can always remain friends.”
“We’re well past being friends and I won’t accept defeat when it comes to you,” he said. “Something goes wrong, you tell me and I’ll fix it. Period.”
The limo parked. Dawn opened the door before Chase could touch the handle.
“Welcome back.” She frowned.
Chase sighed and stepped out. He helped me up, which was good because my nerves bounced around in my stomach like a jackhammer.
“We’re going to show Jasmine around now,” Dawn said. “But I do want to talk to you later, Chase.”
“I’m showing her around,” he said.
“Since when?” Wendy raised her eyebrows. “We always show them.”
Them? It makes me sound like a visitor or guest.
“Since now, Wendy.” Chase tightened his grip on my hand. “I would like to ease Jasmine into our life.”
“Surely a trip to Paris did that,” Wendy said, quickly moving her hand. Some of the liquid spilled over the rim of her glass and dropped onto the pavement.
“That’s enough,” Chase said.
“Oh is it?” Wendy placed her hand on her hips.
Well, this is already starting off badly.
I leaned against the limo’s side. Lucy flashed me a weak smile.
“Let’s just stick to tradition everybody.” Dawn walked my way and held out her hand. “Jasmine, welcome to our family.”
“Thank you.” I released Chase’s hand and shook hers.
“The Chanel Suite?” Wendy yelled. “You lying bastard.”
She flung the glass at him. Chase and I ducked. The glass shattered against the limo. I jerked back so I wouldn’t get cut.
Lucy grabbed Wendy’s arms. “Calm down.”
“Son of a bitch,” Wendy spat the words out. “You said you couldn’t take me there because it cost too much and was a waste of money!”
“I’d already taken you to several places that year,” he barked back. “Jesus, Wendy! You almost hurt us. Calm down.”
“Wendy, come on. You can talk about this later.” Lucy dragged Wendy back.
“So then are you going to take me to Paris?” Wendy stumbled back. “Because that’s not fair! I wanted—”
“We’ll talk about this later.” Chase frowned. “Go with Lucy. I’ll come to your apartment soon.”
“When?” Wendy placed her hands on her hips.
“In an hour.”
“No, I don’t think so. We’ll be talking in an hour.” Dawn got in front of him.
This is too much drama
. I edged away to where the chauffer was taking out my luggage.
Maybe I could convince him to put my suitcase back in and take me home without anybody noticing.
“When are you going to talk to me?” Wendy whined.
“I’ll talk to you in two hours, Wendy,” Chase said.