His throaty sounds resonate inside me as I tease him, taking only a little of him in my mouth. Just as I close my eyes to fully commit to blowing his mind, I’m being hauled up my arms, forcing my mouth to release him with a pop.
My eyes dart open in time to see the unmasked need in his eyes seconds before his lips find mine, and he lies back, bringing me with him as he pulls my sundress up. Another groan flows from his mouth to mine when he finds out I bypassed underwear tonight.
I grin against his kiss as my legs straddle him, feeling his length slide against me. My smile dies when he grabs my ass and squeezes, grinding me against him. I’m not sure if I moan or speak, but he kisses me harder, drinking in every sound before finally breaking away.
“You’re trying to drive me fucking crazy,” he says quietly.
I feel like the old me—the girl who could love and be free. The girl who could revel in all the good things life had to offer. The girl who could love and feel loved.
Sitting up, I watch as his gaze grows heated, watching me as I slowly lower onto him, sliding down on him, taking him inch by incredible inch. Reaching up, I pull the straps of the dress down over my arms, baring my breasts to him. His bottom lip slides between his teeth, and holds my gaze as his hand travels up to cup them, teasing my nipples as I start to rock on him.
We keep eye contact as my hips continue to move to the slow beat of our own song, drawing out each incredible moment, savoring it like it’s the last time. Always treating it like it’s the last time.
Life is precious and can be stolen without notice. It’s the moments like this that remind us why we fight so hard to just stay afloat in an endless sea.
His hands slide down to my hips, gripping me tightly as he thrusts up, and my head falls back as my moan breaks free. He sits up, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he holds me to him, barely giving us much room to move as sweat starts to slowly slick our bodies.
An incredible knot slowly starts to build in my core, expanding slowly, threatening to erupt with too much power. My lips find Chase’s, somehow knowing it can’t be as good without feeling that extra connection.
When it all finally breaks apart inside me, he groans, drinking in all the sounds that try to escape my lips as he holds me to him. White flashes detonate behind my eyelids, as my body goes limp, shuddering against him like I just can’t help myself.
In one smooth motion, he flips me over, and his hips piston as he draws out my orgasm and chases his own. My hands tangle in his hair as our lips break apart and he buries his face in my neck, his hips slowing as he spills inside of me.
My eyes roll back in my head as a satisfied smile curves my lips. Chase drops to my body, breathless and spent, and I chuckle when he mocks a loud panting sound.
“I love summer,” he says against my neck.
My heart soars and shatters at the same time as I hold him tighter, hugging him like tomorrow is summer’s end. Those forgotten tears try to return to my eyes, but I fight them back, not willing to let reality taint the fantasy just yet.
“So do I,” I whisper hoarsely.
He raises his head like he’s about to say something, when another voice carries up to us.
“The hell are you two doing on the roof?”
I jump and squeal, but Chase groans. Blake? Is that Blake’s voice?
“The hell are you doing here?” Chase counters… while still inside me.
Can Blake see us from this angle? I really freaking hope not. But he’d have to see us to know we’re up here… Oh no. Inwardly, I groan.
“Brought some beers over since you’re always missing these days. Come down and drink with me. The least you can do is properly introduce me to the girl you’ve been obsessed with for all these years.”
Chase smiles while shaking his head, but I feel really uncomfortable knowing Blake is staring up at us while Chase is inside me.
“Be down in a second,” Chase calls out while reaching down and sliding out of me at the same time.
“That’s not awkward at all,” I hiss, shoving my dress down as Chase pulls his jeans and boxers up at the same time.
He barks out a laugh while shaking his head.
“He couldn’t see you,” he says while chuckling. “And he’s seen much worse from me.”
My mood sours instantly, and Chase curses like he just realizes what he said.
“Fuck. I’m a dumbass.”
I force a smile while shaking my head. “No worries,” I say, keeping my forced smile.
He blows out a regretful breath, but I refuse to let this night go south. I don’t know how long we have, and I don’t want to waste it feeling upset over the past.
Everything happens for a reason. I lost him that summer, but it might have saved my life and his in the long run. I still would have been home and stuck with my mother when the accident happened. She still would have pushed me that night. I still would have gotten hurt. An alcoholic surgeon would have still been on duty, and my brain would still be unable to function like a normal person’s.