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He thrust two fingers in me deep and I cried out, feeling pressure building inside me, quivering and shuddering. He started pushing against my clit, pulsing in rhythm with his thrusts as he drove into me again, then again. “That feel good?”
“Chase!” I screamed, reaching up to clutch his arm, suddenly feeling scared. I’d never felt anything this intense, this consuming, this overwhelming.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered, fucking me so good with his fingers, fast and demanding. I exploded on his hand, bucking against him, thrusting my hips and screaming with pleasure.
“Oh God!” I yelled, wave after wave crashing over me, the feel of his fingers so deep inside of me, his other hand holding me firm and secure while he hit me right where I needed it.
“So good,” he marveled, his thrusts slowing but not stopping. “So good.” He drew out every last quiver and drop of pleasure, sensing my shudders, playing with them and coaxing out tremors even as the orgasm ebbed. And still he didn’t stop sliding his amazing fingers.
“Chase,” I gasped, trying to sit up, feeling completely dazed. I’d never come like that before, not ever once in my life. That orgasm had consumed me, flooded me, stolen all thought from my brain leaving me nothing more than a live, writhing wire of ecstasy. And he wasn’t stopping.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my mouth open in awe, no idea what had just happened to me, or what I could feel starting to happen again.
“Again, Emma.” He gazed into my eyes, fierce, possessive, demanding. The ice blue of his eyes, the way he held me, I could feel pressure building in me again, that throbbing, urgent, driving need starting all over even as I couldn’t believe it. Apparently it didn’t matter that my mind hadn’t had a moment to catch up with my first orgasm. My body was already preparing for a second.
He dropped his head to my throat, licking and sucking as he slowly stroked my pussy, gentle now, petting and rubbing. He laid me back against the arm of the couch, a pillow beneath my back, then bent down to kiss my breasts.
“Oh, yes, Chase,” I moaned as he licked me, sucking in one of my hard little tips. He made me feel so delicious, like he craved me, nothing but me.
“May I taste you, honey?” he whispered, making his way down my stomach, licking a circle around my belly button. “I know you’re going to taste so good.”
I gave an urgent whimper, running my hands down to his shoulders, up his hair. “Please,” I found myself pleading, my voice throaty with need.
“Mmmm.” He groaned his appreciation as he worked his way down, settling between my legs. Cupping my ass in his large hands, he kissed my inner thighs. “Now you need to spread wide for me, baby. Can you stay just like that?”
“Yes!” I loved how he talked to me, just the right amount of bossing around mixed with taking care of each and every one of my needs. His words alone might bring me another orgasm. He touched the tip of his tongue to my clit, just a light flick, and I cried out with a quiver of pleasure.
He groaned again in satisfaction, returning to the spot, showing me exactly how relentless he could be, in and out of the pool. Intent on his goal, driving toward it, insistent, commanding, he would get what he wanted. And what he wanted was me clawing at the couch pillows, mewling incoherent cries, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over my body as I thrashed and shuddered and felt myself on the cusp of heading over the cliff into yet another all-consuming orgasm.
“You’re so close,” he observed, wickedly, removing his magnificent lips and tongue to talk. I whimpered in frustration, writhing in need, helpless without his attentions. “What do you need, Emma?” he teased, bringing one, long finger up to circle my slick, dripping entrance. He thrust it slowly inside me and I felt my walls contract around him, my desire throbbing and ready to explode.
“Do you need to come?” he asked, low and devilish, his face right between my legs, his mouth so close to my clit I could feel his breath on it.
“Yes, please, Chase,” I begged, past caring, past shyness, past any and all concerns over professionalism or performance.
Wolfishly, he descended on me, thrusting his finger up inside me deep, taking my pussy into his mouth and sucking hard on my tender clit. My orgasm engulfed me, shuddering up and capturing all my senses as I let myself go, overwhelmed by it, by him, licking and sucking and pleasuring me beyond all reason.
Drifting, dreamy, I couldn’t have said how long we stayed there, him lapping up every last drop I had to give, then enfolding me in his large, warm embrace. I dropped my head to his chest, dazed and thrilled and lost and found all at once.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. We lay down together, him pulling me to him and wrapping me in his strong embrace. Blissed out through every fiber of my being, it did occur to me that I should rouse myself, maybe get it together to return the favor. I’d had my head explode with the two best orgasms of my life. He hadn’t gotten off at all.
But there was thought and then there was the reality that my eyelids would not stay open. I’d had men fall asleep on me after coming, plenty of times. Usually as I lay there without having had any release myself. The thought that the tables were turned, now I was the one behaving badly, did coax a slight smile from my lips. But it didn’t stop the train that drove me straight to sleep.
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When I woke up, Chase wasn’t even there. How embarrassing. Sunlight was poking in around the edges of the curtains. I checked the bedside clock: seven a.m. Chase was already up and out at his morning workout. I guessed he was to blame, though, for my heavy sleeping. He had insisted on not one but two blistering orgasms the night before.
I showered, made myself some coffee and ate an apple while glancing through the complimentary newspaper. In the sports section, there was a feature on one of his teammates for a change, a 20-year-old woman from Illinois who’d almost lost her brother to childhood leukemia. He’d made a full recovery, and the two of them were in a smiling photo that brought tears to my eyes.
The article went on to share that the family had started a foundation to offer support to families with children battling cancer, website and email for those interested in learning more. “See?” I actually said out loud to no one but myself. The press weren’t always bloodthirsty hounds. They could share inspiring stories that brought more good to the world. That was the type of blogging I enjoyed.
I heard the door to his suite next to mine open and close. He was back. My body thrilled with anticipation. I had it bad for this man.
I heard a knock, then his voice, “Emma?”
Ooh, was that a connecting door between us? I’d thought it was some sort of supply closet. I hadn’t realized it could open. I went over to try the handle, gave it a turn and sure enough, Chase was there standing before me.
“I didn’t realize we could do that!” I laughed, excited with the discovery.
“I did,” he admitted, pulling me in for a hug and a kiss. “How’d you sleep?”
“Oh, God, I’m sorry. I fell fast asleep last night and then this morning I didn’t even wake up—”
“Shh,” he reassured me. “Do you know how much I enjoyed last night? I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now.” I smiled against his chest. Such a generous man.
“When’s your next workout?” I asked. We did still have business to take care of. I knew we?
?d struck a bargain of sorts last night, putting some boundaries around our personal involvement, but I was determined that the real reason I was there wouldn’t get forgotten in all the dizzying lust. “Do you have time for me to work on you?”
“I have time.” He headed to the kitchen to chug a large sports drink and eat a protein bar. I’d never seen anyone consume so many calories so quickly. But as he’d told me, the things he needed to do quickly, he took care of that way. Other things? I flushed, thinking of the time he’d devoted to me last night.
He stripped down to his briefs and lay down on the massage table already set up in his room. I got to work, warming up his shoulders, paying extra attention to the scar tissue from his old injury. He’d taken good care of himself in the ensuing years. Now I just needed to do my part to keep the gears moving properly.
It wasn’t until he flipped over to lie on his back that my professional focus started to slip. I had to work on his quad muscle. And his groin, honest I did, because all those muscle groups were attached and you didn’t want to neglect any of them. In no time at all, his thick, glorious cock strained long and hard against his boxer briefs.
I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. It looked so huge and delicious. I even saw a small, teasing damp patch at the tip. I bit my lip. My hands slowed down. And I couldn’t help it. Violating every professional standard and protocol I’d had drilled into me from the first day of training as a health professional, my hands slid over to cup his balls and slowly caress the length of his shaft.
“Emma,” he groaned, his hands fisting the sheet on the table.
“Chase, I know I shouldn’t.” This went against everything I’d ever been taught, every rule I’d ever memorized. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. And I couldn’t stop myself. I eased the waistband of his briefs down, exposing his thick crown. So wide, so smooth and erotic, just his tip with a sweet, glistening drop waiting for me. Leaning down, I swirled my tongue around in a slow, wet lick.
