He pushed inside deeper. It almost hurt…but I loved it. Filling me. Stretching me. A moan rose in my throat at the sublime sensation—the unbearable sweetness and piercing bliss.
When his cock had fully impaled me, he tugged one spaghetti strap of my dress down my arm, baring my breast to him. “There we go,” he growled. “Look at that beauty. Perfect.” He hoisted me higher so he could suck my nipple, and my entire body jolted with pleasure as he tugged the sensitive tip into his hot mouth. My head fell back, and I held on tighter.
Arms beneath my thighs, supporting me, he gripped my ass and lifted me up and down, sliding me up and down on his cock. I gasped. My breasts bounced as our bodies slapped together.
“I’ve never…been fucked…like this,” I managed to say. “Holy crap.”
“Feels so good. Goddammit, you make me so hot, Jordyn.” His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing.
“Me too.” I released my hands to band my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself closer to him, and I kissed him. Our mouths met and clung in a hot, hard kiss, bodies moving together. Then I gasped for breath and dropped my head back. My hair swung wildly around us.
Chase planted his feet into the floor and leaned back a bit to watch me, his eyes scorching a path from my open mouth to my jiggling boobs and down to where our bodies joined, then back up to meet my eyes. Heat exploded around us, flashing through me.
“This…is…crazy.” I pulled myself closer again and buried my face in the side of his neck, my hands sliding inside the collar of his shirt to find warm skin.
“Crazy good. I’m gonna fuck you all night long, song girl.” He turned and walked us to the bed, his steps constrained by the pants around his thighs, then knelt on the mattress and lowered me to my back, never separating us. My thighs stayed around his hips and he pushed his fists into the bed as he pumped into me, fucking me right into the mattress.
I couldn’t stop the noises that spilled from my lips, breathy grunts and whimpers, pleasure building inside me, hot and tight. Chase slipped a hand between us and found my clit, jolting me with sensation. “Oh yeah!”
Bliss coiled up tight, spiraling me right over the top so fast that I came apart, shuddering, squeezing, moaning.
“Fuck yeah.” Chase groaned and fell over me, pressing me down. He buried his face in the side of my neck and pounded furiously into me until he too came, his body tight and pulsing against me and inside me. I held on to his shoulders, my mouth pressed there, still rippling around him. “Oh fuuuuuuuck.”
I was trembling and still lifting up against him in tiny pulses, but a giggle bubbled up inside me and rushed from my mouth.
Chase lifted his head and peered at me, lips quirked, eyes still hazy. “What?”
“We still have all our clothes on.”
His eyes warmed. “Yeah. Not exactly how I would have planned our first time.”
I trailed my fingertips over his back. “Planning is overrated. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”
“Or the torrent.” He kissed my forehead. “?’Cause that was out of control.”
“I know.” My pussy squeezed around him and he groaned. “But like you said…you can fuck me all night.”
“Forget all night. We’re not leaving this room for the next four days.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You might need a wheelchair to get me on the plane.”
He grinned. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
“Damn.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “This is going to be fun.” He brushed his mouth over mine. “Can’t wait to do all the dirty things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. First gonna get you out of this sexy little dress.”
“And you. I want you naked.”
“I can do that.” He pulled in a breath. “As soon as I can move.”
I smiled and stroked his back.
Eventually Chase rolled off me, pulling out, reaching down to hold the condom in place. He removed it, his cock not really much softer than it had been, tied it, and set it aside. He shoved his pants and underwear the rest of the way off and tossed them onto a chair, unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, then picked up the condom and headed to the bathroom.
I lifted my head to watch him, because, holy shit, he was gorgeous. His back was a wedge, wide at the shoulders, tapering to lean waist and hips, and his rounded ass was absolutely biteable. And those thighs…oh my God, I had to press my own thighs together at the flutters I felt between my legs. Carved quads flexed and his calves bunched as he walked.
I fell back to the bed and spread my arms wide. My body still throbbed. I smiled up at the ceiling.
Chase reappeared a moment later, walking back toward me. The view was even better this way. I let my eyes wander over his chest and six-pack abs, the cut of his obliques and his cock, which was so damn beautiful it nearly made me weep. His pubic hair was thick and dark, but neatly trimmed.
“You’re still dressed.” He set one knee on the bed and reached for my panties. They were soaked and twisted. He hooked fingers into them, and I lifted my butt to let him drag them down my legs. Then he took my hands, pulled me up to sit, and maneuvered my dress up and off.
He studied me, making my skin heat. “Jordyn,” he rasped. “You are so beautiful. I can’t even believe how beautiful you are.”
His compliment reached deep inside me.
People told me I was beautiful a lot. Some of it was genuine. Sometimes people wanted something from me. None it had ever moved me like his heartfelt words. My chest tightened and I inhaled slowly. “Th-thank you.” I reached out and laid my hand on his chest. “I think you’re beautiful too.”
He covered my hand with his, lowering himself to sit on the bed. We watched each other in silence, naked and vulnerable, the air in the room thickening around us, time stretching out.
Something was happening. Something I’d never really experienced with any other man I’d been with. I thought I’d been in love with Jasper, but turned out not so much. Even that had never felt anything like this—significant. Substantial. A little scary.
My heart beat like bird’s wings in my chest.
Chase leaned over and touched his mouth to mine, a soft, sweet kiss. Sweet…but hot. His tongue stroked over my bottom lip, and I opened to him. Our tongues swept together in a deeper kiss. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t kiss him deep enough, wanted to draw him back inside me again. I wanted to be joined to him again in that most intimate, profound way.
He curled his fingers around mine and reached for my other hand. Then he held my hands out and eased me down on my back. He moved up beside me, kissing my mouth, my cheek, my forehead.
He slid a hand around my neck, his thumb rubbing over my cheek, then my jaw as his mouth devoured mine, kissing me, pulling my lower lip between his. My arm went up and around his shoulders, holding on to him so I didn’t float away.
His hand slid down to my breast, covering it, squeezing it, pinching my nipple, then slid lower still to cup my pussy. My hips rolled instinctively, lifting to his touch, aching for more. When he shifted to suck one of my nipples I let out a soft cry, sensation tugging from my nipple to my core.
He moved, molding a breast with both hands to lift the nipple to his mouth, sucking and biting it until I writhed and twisted against him. He did the same to the other breast, then shifted lower.
This time was slower, with leisurely explorations and melting sweetness. He explored my body with his hands and mouth, every touch leaving tingling heat in its wake, flames licking over my skin.
“Dying to taste you, Jordyn.” He murmured the words against my belly. “Have to taste you.”
My inner muscles clenched and my hips lifted again in response. He parted my thighs and kissed my pussy lips, soft, gentle presses of his mouth on my flesh. I flung my arms over my head and arched my back. He turned his face to kiss my inner thigh, soft sucking kisses up nearly to my knee, then back, all the while his fingers slipping into my slick pussy.
It was dreamy and lovely, my body glowing with heat and light.