Read Chasing Day Series: Chasing Day & Catching Day Online
Authors: Twyla Turner
She hollowed out her cheeks and took him down as she made a twisting stroke down his base. Chase’s legs began to tremble and his hips thrust forward uncontrollably. Sexy moans and grunts escaped his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Ah…fuck fuck fuck, Day!” Chase barked out. “Stop. Stop. Oh God, stop! I don’t wanna come yet.” Chase shouted as he pulled his cock from her mouth reluctantly.
His angry purple head cleared Day’s mouth with a satisfying pop. She wiped at her mouth and looked up at him seductively. Chase’s control snapped and he grabbed her from under her arms and tossed her on top of the kitchen table.
Chase was beyond the point of no return. Day had never given him a blowjob before. She’d always been too shy. But the woman that had nearly brought him to his knees was an expert. Chase blocked out all thoughts of how she’d become so good at it.
In fact, he didn’t even like the masculine nightshirt she wore, because he knew whose it was. Chase grabbed the material ripped it apart. The buttons flew in every direction as the shirt made a gratifying tearing sound. He pulled the tattered cotton away from Day’s body and threw it to the side. Her beautiful soft curves looked as if they were being presented to him as a feast, the way she sat proudly on the table. Chase was glad that she hadn’t lost her voluptuous body while she was away.
Day looked up at him, one eye covered by the sexy side-swept bang. Chase growled and his large hands dove into her silky straight hair. His short fingernails scraped along her scalp till he reached the back. He gripped the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back, forcing her face up to his. They looked at each other for a few tense seconds and then their mouths collided almost painfully.
Chase devoured her. Day grabbed at his ears and the back of his head, trying to pull him as close as she could. Their tongues fought for dominance in each other’s mouths. Chase bit at her bottom lip and Day gasped into his mouth. The kiss was desperate. There was no room for gentleness.
Chase pulled Day’s ass to the edge of the table. He lined up his throbbing cock with her pretty cunt and slammed into her with a ferocity that made her scream. His fingernails dug into the meaty flesh of her buttocks as he pounded into her relentlessly. He wrapped his hands around her neck and pressed her down to lie on the table. His grip on her tightened around her throat and Day reached up to clasp his hands.
The muscles of her inner walls started to expand and constrict around him. Chase doubled his speed and squeezed her throat tighter. Day tensed and then exploded, her pussy convulsed and splatted her come on his stomach. Chase released her neck to let her get in much-needed air. Her face was flushed and exalted, but he wasn’t done with her yet.
He wanted her to beg him to stop. They both wanted control of the situation. He may not win the war in the end, but he needed to be the victor of this battle. At this moment, he wanted her to need him.
Chase pulled out from her dripping channel and flipped her onto her stomach. Just her tiptoes touched the floor. He grasped both her wrists and pulled them behind her back, to hold with his left hand. With his right, he gripped his cock and rubbed the head along her drenched slit. Chase finally slid back in and his legs shook from the feel of her.
He held her down as he snuck balls deep into her over and over again. Her face laid flush against the table. Chase could see the mist from her breath fan against the wood grain with every cry that escaped her lips. He reached his hand around her, to her engorged clit and rubbed her creamy arousal over it. As he stroked into her warmth, he circled his finger over the hard button.
“Ahh…God! Chasechasechasechasechase!” She ran his name together like a mantra.
Her legs started to quiver against his as he continued to pump into her and stroke her sensitive clit. Her back arched and she came apart.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” She cried as her entire body shuddered this time.
Chase released her wrists and her arms flopped onto the table. He let her feet touch the floor before lifting her right leg up and onto his chest, spreading her wide in a standing split. Day’s eyes widened in shock and trepidation. He wrapped one arm around her thick thigh and the other reached for her shoulder to hold her in place.
“Nonononono!” Day begged before he started to plunge into her at a punishing pace. “Fuuuuuuuck!”
The climax that had barely begun to fade resurged anew. Day’s pussy contracted around him again. They were both slick with sweat. Chase’s glistening ab muscles flexed. His scrotum was drawn up so tight, it was becoming painful, but still he waited. He continued to drive into her until she finally relented.
“Okay…okay! Please…please…please…please…please! I can’t take anymore!” Day cried, tears sliding down her cheeks.
At her words, Chase exploded with a roar. Continuous jets of built up come splashed against her aching walls. His cock pulsated and his spine tingled. He held perfectly still, feeling her pulse around him and letting her feel him throb inside of her.
Chase lowered her shaking leg and without his assistance, she started to collapse to the floor. With quick reflexes honed on the football field, Chase scooped her up and sat down with her on his lap. Her quivering thighs were slick with both their come and sweat, but Chase didn’t care as he cradled her to his wide chest.
With the fog of near maniacal passion and desperation lifted, Chase looked around them and chuckled deeply. The evidence of their crazed encounter was everywhere. He hadn’t even realized that his glass of milk and the plate of cookies had crashed to the floor. Day’s sweat soaked body had left streaks on the kitchen table. And the proof of their lovemaking had pooled on the floor.
“Your mom is going to kill us. We need to disinfect the table. Or I could just buy her a new one.” Chase cringed.
Day groggily lifted her head up from his chest and looked around them. Her hair was damp and plastered to her face. She could barely even keep her droopy eyelids open. Her limbs were like wet noodles. She looked a hot mess and Chase couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight.
“Oh God! I’m too exhausted to even attempt to clean it.” Day moaned and laid her head back on his chest.
“Well, we’ve got time to clean tomorrow before we go back to the hospital,” Chase suggested.
“Can I sleep now?” Day asked as she nuzzled further into his chest.
“Don’t you wanna clean up first? We’re a sticky mess.” Chase grinned against the top of her head.
“I can’t move.”
“I’ll take care of you,” Chase said sweetly.
He stood up with her still cradled in his arms and headed out the kitchen and towards the stairs.
“Chase! You can’t carry me up the stairs. You’ll throw your back out.” Day exclaimed as she started to squirm uselessly.
“Do you have any idea of the workouts we have to do to play football? I’m pretty sure, I got this.” Chase said confidently.
He took the stairs easily and carried Day into the bathroom. Chase sat her down on the edge of the tub. He turned the water on and adjusted the knobs to get the water at the right temperature.
“Do you think you can stand?” Chase asked.
“Hmm…maybe.” Day said sleepily, her jetlag really kicking in.
Chase helped her to her feet and she wobbled slightly, but was able to remain standing. He stepped into the tub with her and lifted the latch so the water sprayed out of the shower head. As quickly and gently as he could, Chase soaped and rinsed Day’s luscious body. In the process, he got hard again, but he ignored it.
Once he finished with her, he helped her sit back down on the edge of the tub and washed his own body while she swayed drunkenly. When he finished, he toweled them both dry and picked her up again to carry her to the spare bedroom with the bigger bed.
“Wait.” Day mumbled.
“What, Pretty Day?” He asked, using his favorite nickname for her.
“I need to put on lotion. I’ll be dry as a bone if I don’t. Can you do it, please?” Day pleaded like a little girl.
“You do realize that’s torture, right?” Chase frowned.
“Like what you did to me on the kitchen table?” Day tossed back.
“Well played, Day. Well played. Fine.” Chase huffed out as he grabbed the lotion off of the counter.
He carried her to his temporary room and laid her on the bed. He pumped some lotion into his hand and then rubbed his hands together. Chase began on her arms, smoothing the lotion over her soft skin. His big hands massaged her limbs slowly. He added more lotion as he went, rubbing it into her large breasts, soft tummy, and creamy shapely legs.
Day was asleep before he even moved to her back. Chase gently rolled her over and smoothed lotion on her back and over the round globes of her ass cheeks. Once he was done, he laid down next to her and pulled her into the circle of his arms. His thick erection cradled in between her ass.
He was okay with not getting any relief. He was just happy to have her in his arms again. He had no idea what tomorrow would bring, so Chase basked in the here and now with her soft body pressed against his.
“Ungh! Chase!” Day cried as she contracted around him.
He stroked into her a few more times as he spooned her from behind. He finally reached his own climax, exploding inside of her. “Fuck, Day!” He barked out next to her ear.
They had made love a few more times throughout the night. Apparently, Chase couldn’t help himself. Day found him turning to her half asleep and sliding inside her welcoming heat. It was finally morning and he’d thought it was a good idea to have one last go at it before they started their day.
“Let me go get a towel,” Chase said, and then hopped off the bed. Obviously, he’d gotten his morning pick me up.
He came back a few moments later with a damp washcloth. Chase gently cleansed Day and cringed when she flinched.
“Sorry, Day. I guess I should’ve left you alone last night,” he said guiltily.
“Mmm…” Day stretched like a lazy cat. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Chase tossed the towel to the side and laid back down next to her. She turned on her side so that they could face each other. They took a moment to just look at one another, small smiles playing on their lips.
“God, I missed this!” Chase exclaimed.
“Me too.” Day smiled shyly. She hadn’t felt bashful in a long time, but for some reason, Chase brought it out of her.
“So how are things in London? Are you still playing?” Chase asked curiously.
“Things are good. I mean, at least career wise. “I’m playing with the London Philharmonic, which is one of the top orchestras in England. So it’s an honor and I’ve learned a lot.” Day smiled happily. “What about you?”
“No…no. Not so fast. You said career wise things are good. What does that mean?” Chase asked, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at her.
“It just means that my career is good.” Day hedged.
“
And
…” Chase coaxed.
“And my husband is too busy to spend time with me,” she said looking away.
“Wait a minute. He persuaded you to move to another country, away from me. To his homeland, I might add. And then he woos you because I’m sure he did. Marries you. And then ignores you? What kind of bullshit is that?” Chase asked indignantly.
Day shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. Rhys is kind of controlling and has to have his way in all things. I think it’s a requirement in order to be a conductor. He also enjoys the control he gets when he molds people into what he wants them to be. I was his pet project for a while. Now he’s
molding
someone else.” Day explained.
“Wait…he’s cheating on you?” Chase asked in astonishment.
Day gave his naked body a pointed look.
“I know. I know. We slept together when we’re both married.” Chase prefaced, before continuing. “But have you cheated on him before?”
“No.”
“Well, then I wouldn’t worry about.” Chase shrugged.
“Oh, because two wrongs make things
so
right.” Day rolled her eyes at him. “What about you? Has your wife cheated on you?”
“Uh…I don’t think so.” Chase frowned as he thought about it.
“Then what’s your excuse?” Day asked sassily.
“Whitney is…is…a little frigid in bed,” Chase admitted grudgingly.
“Shocking.” Day deadpanned.
“So…what are you gonna do? Are you gonna go back to him?” Chase asked, unsure of himself.
“I don’t know yet. I could always leave him but stay with the Philharmonic. I have a good life there and I make good money. I can support myself.” Day thought out loud.
“You wouldn’t come back here?” Chase asked, sounding like a disappointed little boy.
“What? For you?” Day asked with a frown.
“Well, yeah.”
“Are you gonna up and leave your wife? Cause I’m not playing the other woman. And are you gonna come back to Chicago?” Day asked rapid fire. “Though I’m sure that San Diego has a lovely symphony, I highly doubt it’s on par with the London Philharmonic. That’s like becoming a major league baseball player and deciding you’d rather play in the minors. The Chicago Symphony would be my only option if I came back,” Day finished.
“I don’t wanna be that guy that bounces around from team to team. I’d like to finish out my career with San Diego, however long that is.” Chase said with a sigh.
“And your wife?” Day asked with a raised brow.
“Things with Whitney are complicated. She’s not someone you leave, without her putting you through hell and taking everything you have.” Chase admitted.
“Then there you have it. Both of us have things in our careers that we’re not willing to give up. And you have a wife you’re unwilling to leave. There’s nothing left to discuss.” Day said as she wrapped the sheet around her and slid out of bed. “Go back to you wife, Chase. And I’ll go back to London, once I know my mom is okay to be on her own. We’ll stay in our respective corners of the earth and look back on this moment fondly, to help us get through another shitty day.” Day said, grimly laying out their futures.
“What about staying friends? I need you in my life, Day.” Chase said, grasping at straws.
“People need a lot of things. And I’m sure your wife would love that you talk to your best friend that you occasionally fuck. Besides, she’s hated me from the first time she laid eyes on me. I doubt she’ll be having any part of me being actively in your life.” Day said correctly predicting the future.
Just at that moment, Chase’s cellphone that was lying on the nightstand started to ring. Day looked down at it and saw Whitney’s name and picture light up the screen. As much as she was pretending to put on a brave face, Day’s heart was breaking. Again.
She looked up at Chase and gave him a sad smile. “Speak of the devil,” Day said and turned on her heel.
She headed to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door. She quickly turned on the shower, dropped the sheet, and stepped inside. She wanted to pretend as if there weren’t tears blending in with the water that streamed down her face. But her broken sobs as she pressed her hot face against the tile, said otherwise.
Chase reluctantly answered the phone as he watched Day walk away. Everything she had said was true, but it still didn’t stop it from hurting like a son of a bitch. He’d married Whitney to hurt Day and to keep from feeling lonely. Now, he was lonelier than ever and had screwed himself over in the process.
“Hello,” Chase said into the phone.
“Hello Chase, it’s your
wife
. When are you coming home?” Whitney said, getting right to the point of her call.
“Hello, Whitney.” Chase breathed and rolled his eyes heavenward. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Which isn’t soon enough. I know you’re with that bitch. I really think you’re forgetting who you’re dealing with. If I find out you fucked that fat whore, I swear to God, I’ll take you for everything you’re worth!” Whitney screeched on the other end of the line.
So much for being sorry for being mean and cruel to my best friend
, Chase thought as scrubbed his hand down his face. Over the twenty-four hours’ worth of stubble on his jaw. He took a few moments to respond, trying to keep his anger in check. Before he said something that would give him away.
“Careful, Whitney,” Chase warned. “Her mother just had a heart attack. The last thing that either of us are thinking about is having sex with each other.” Chase lied without a hitch in his voice. “She’s my best friend and Pat is like a second mother to me, of course, I would be here for them. But that’s it, nothing more.”
“Fine,” she huffed. Chase could hear the pout in her voice from two-thousand miles away. “Just hurry up and get back,” she ordered, before ending the call abruptly.
Chase was beginning to understand why people slowly poisoned their spouses or pushed them off cliffs while on vacation. If he had of been a sociopath with a skewed perception of right and wrong, he would’ve been heading to the store to buy some rat poison right now. But he’d made his bed. Now it was time to lie in it.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, but then just sat there. Reality hit him hard at that moment. Chase rested his elbows on top of his knees and buried his face in his hands. He didn’t know what he’d thought he was going to do once he got there and saw Day. He wondered if he really thought that once they saw each other, all their problems would magically disappear. Or that their spouses would cease to exist. He obviously had been praying for a fairy tale and ended up with the hard truth. Once more, timing was not on their side.
“That bad, huh?” Day asked from the doorway.
Chase looked up at her and nodded his head sadly. She’d already showered and dressed. He could see the puffiness around her eyes and knew that she’d been crying. Chase wanted to comfort her but had no idea what he could say to make it better.
“Yeah, she’s pissed that I’m here. And she thinks that we fucked each other.” Chase told her.
“Pretty perceptive of her.” Day said sarcastically.
“Yeah.”
Chase looked at her. He tried to memorize everything about her at that moment, as she leaned against the doorframe. She was barefoot in skinny jeans that conformed her thick, shapely legs. She wore a long, loose-fitting black cowl neck sweater. Instead of blow-drying her hair, she’d just left it wavy and pulled it back into a clip. She’d left her face completely bare of makeup though her lips were still a soft pink and her rosy cheeks were flushed with emotion. Her caramel skin was flawless and her dark eyes were guarded.
“Go home, Chase. I’m not trying to cause trouble for you.” Day implored him. “I’ll drive my mom’s car to the hospital and you can follow me there. And then say goodbye.” She said huskily, blinking rapidly.
Her words stabbed at his heart painfully, but he knew she was right. His eyes stung and his throat tightened.
“Okay,” he rasped.
Day nodded and her chin quivered as a tear fell down her cheek. “Are we ever gonna stop hurting each other?” She asked forlornly.
“I don’t know,” Chase answered gruffly as he swiped his thumb across his wet lashes.
“I’ll let you get ready. I’ll be downstairs cleaning up the mess from last night.” Day turned and left the room.
Chase desolately dragged himself up and headed to the bathroom to shower. He was not looking forward to the next couple of hours.