“But nothing, Amaya! Fuck all that and fuck them! I don't give a fuck about none of them weirdos.Ihired you because I was told that you were the best. Was I told wrong?” He cocked his brow at me and dared me to say otherwise.
“No, you weren’t,” I grumbled, refusing to ditch my pout.
“I can't hear you, Toni—you that bitch or nah?”
“I'm that bitch,” I repeated, nodding my head and looking off. This time when he grabbed me by my chin and forced my eyes on him, I realized just how close we were—so close to me that his body heat made all my senses tingle. I prayed that my nipples would act right and they immediately misbehaved.
“Louder,” he demanded and my pussy decided it was her time to show out.
“Iamthat bitch!” I snapped with my usual confidence. He smiled down at me, still close enough to lick, with his hands on my face.
“If you that bitch, then show me,” he said with that cocky ass smile on his face. My intrusive thoughts didn’t even give me a chance to fight back as I closed the distance between us, snatching him to me by his shirt and planting a kiss on his lips. I tried to pull back and do the whole fake ass “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” bit, but he wasn’t having it, gripping the back of my head with one hand and waist with the other as I deepened the kiss. He didn’t pull back until everything went numb except for the throbbing between my legs. I stared at him, wide eyes peering into his lowered ones as the cocky smirk returned.
We had officially passed the point of no return, and I for one was so fucking glad because acting like I didn’t want to touch private parts with this man was harder than trying to pass the bar exam.
“Umm…” I tilted my head to the side, unable to come up withanywords that made sense. My lips tingled from his touch and his hand still held onto my waist possessively. I had to seriously take a moment to consider whether I was about to fuck Chase… he was my client and I knew I shouldn’t, but the fire that he had stirred up with one kiss couldn’t be extinguished with a dresser full of vibrators.
“I—we shouldn’t,” I groaned again as his lips moved from mine to my neck and his hands went for the buttons on the front of my dress. He made it down three buttons before he looked down at me.
“You want me to stop?” he asked as his hand ran over my bra, making my body shiver from the light friction on my nipple.
“No… I never said stop… I just said that we shouldn’t.” He laughed and returned his lips to my skin, sucking on my collarbone as his hands worked to completely strip me of my dress, leaving me standing there in my cutest bra and panty set. I said a quick thank you to myself for not putting on shapewear that day.
“Wait!” I fought off the panic that stirred in my body when I felt his hand gently gripping my neck. He must have noticed the look in my eyes because he completely withdrew, giving me a guilty look.
“No, it’s okay, keep going, I can do anything but that. You can kiss me there, lick, whatever, just… no hands,” I said softly, eyes locked on the floor. He gently grabbed my chin and brought my eyes back to his. The way that I could sense how he was being extra careful not to touch my neck almost made me tear up again.
“You okay?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I’m fine. Keep going.” I grabbed his hands and pulled them down to my ass, unable to take him looking at me like I was broken. Just like that, the fire returned to his eyes as he unclasped my bra and pulled the straps over my shoulders.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he growled. His lips met mine again and I felt his hands sliding my panties to the floor, his shirt went next and my body melted at the sight of his toned chest and abs. The way I had been wanting to lick that man all over like an ice cream cone on a July afternoon, and now I had the opportunity. When I felt how big his bulge was I could have literally cried tears of joy.
“You want me?” he asked me seriously as he pressed his body against my naked frame. If I didn’t fuck something soon, I was bound to lose every brain cell I had, but I'd be damned if I caved that easily.
“Maybe,” I teased back, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip hard enough to leave a red mark on the pinkish skin.
“Say it.” His hands dropped to my ass, and he rubbed and squeezed it like he was trying to make a wish.
“You think I'm gonna ask for what you're dying to give me already? I'll never beg a nigga for shit,” I scoffed.
“Bet,” he said with a smirk and a confident gleam in his eye. I let out a little scream as he squatted down, planted a kiss on top of my pussy, then in one swift movement, hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted me in the air. It only took him a second to have me positioned with my back against the wall and legs draped over his shoulders.
“Chase, I swear to God if you drop me!” I fussed as I held on for dear life.
“Shut up,” he looked up at me in my eyes menacingly.
“Who the fuck are you ta—Ohshit!”
He shut me right up as his tongue made contact with my clit. My right hand flew to the back of his head, while the other held onto the wall for dear life. Iknewhe was a freak—that was apparent by the quiet sex appeal—but I never expected him to have me butt ass naked, hoisted over six feet in the air, getting my pussy devoured with purpose in his kitchen. The way he licked me slowly, backing off every time my thighs started to tremor too much, let me know he was doing this shit forhispleasure, not mine. The way he never even had to do so much as shift my weight, let me know that the muscles most definitely weren't there for show.
Show off! He could have just ate the pussy regular. He didn't have to have me all up in the air and shit!
“Chase!” I wailed after he denied my orgasm for a third time. “I wanna cum…” I mewed, the tips of my nails now digging into his shoulders. I was no longer afraid of falling—I was afraid that he would keep me up there, edging me all day until I died on his tongue without even getting an orgasm.
“What was that? I didn't hear you,” he mumbled back with a mouthful of me.
I almost launched myself to my death when he started flicking his tongue over my clit.
