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She bobbed her head, unintentionally forcing him deeper. Making him groan.
“Let me see.”
Gesturing at her voluminous skirt and seeing no way to get it off without releasing him—something she was not prepared to do—she pulled out her wet fingers, intending to stroke them over his cock. But he had other ideas. He jerked up to a sitting position and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips, sucking her with molten eyes while she sucked him. Even harder than before, because that intense do me stare of his drove her crazy.
“No more. Can’t,” he gritted out. “Get up here.”
When he nudged her back, she didn’t balk. Her well-used throat appreciated the break and besides, she wanted to be up there beside him. On top of him, beneath him, bent over with him at her back. Every frigging way he could take her.
But first, she needed to get naked.
She removed her blouse and slipped off her boots and skirt, taking her time on each task. It helped, inspiration-wise, to have a gigantic blond sex god watching her from her bed, cock standing straight up, seductive eyes set on stun. He just reclined and stared, tongue caught between razor-sharp teeth.
Her fingers went to the clasp of her bra and she fumbled it open, letting it fall. Her silk panties followed and flew through the air. Then she stalked toward Chase and stood between his spread legs, waiting for him to make the move.
Sitting up, he wound his arm around her waist, pulling her breast to his mouth. Using those teeth to torment something other than his own tongue. And speaking of his tongue…she felt its hot, rough sweep throughout every feverish molecule of her body. He switched from one breast to the other, giving them both the attention they craved. “I need another pair of lips,” he muttered, slipping his hand between her embarrassingly sticky thighs.
Judging from his grunt as he caressed her swollen clit, he didn’t mind how wet she was. Or how eagerly she ground against his palm. “You could always get one of your baseball buddies to help,” she teased, not expecting him to growl around her nipple and haul her off her feet, dumping her unceremoniously on her back on her mattress. He didn’t give her time to comment on the proceedings, however, since he shoved her legs toward the ceiling and latched his insistent mouth on her very appreciative pussy.
By then she was moaning in earnest and really didn’t care about conversation.
He pushed in his fingers—two, three, maybe a baker’s dozen. She had no idea. All she knew was that he drew so strongly on her clit that her entire body throbbed. He rubbed just right inside, hitting some spot that hadn’t ever been stimulated in quite that way before. Her nerves strung tight, to the point that she thrashed on her bed spasmodically and couldn’t seem to stop. She babbled things she knew she’d regret later. Something about giant baseball bats and love and loving giant baseball bats. Either he didn’t hear her or didn’t care enough to stop.
Thank God.
Sliding farther down, wedging her thighs open with his huge shoulders, he forced her up off the bed until her ass was in the air. Did she mind? Oh no, she surely did not. Because one of his lubed fingers had found a new target between her ass cheeks, and something about the pressure there shot tendrils of pure ecstasy through her core. It fanned out until he owned her with his mouth and fingers and those simmering green eyes that hungrily watched her splinter apart.
That whole courtesy coming warning flitted through her head and was ruthlessly dismissed. She didn’t have breath to speak. Even gasping through the spasms taxed her immeasurably. Her belly seized up, cramping from the almost violent contractions that shook her from shoulders to toes while he extended them with his thrusting tongue. And other thrusting things that made her nearly delirious.
She flung her arms up and braced her hands on the wall behind her bed, her gaze riveted on his blond head moving between her legs. His absolute dedication to his task was so freaking hot she couldn’t drag her gaze away.
Which, of course, made her come again. Or still. By that point she couldn’t be sure.
“Stop. Please. Dying.” She arched her hips as the heated pressure in her ass spread even deeper. “Already dead.”
His laughter against her all too sensitive flesh caused her to whimper. Especially since that finger in a place no finger had ever gone did not stop moving. It forged on, twisting slightly, reigniting sparks that hadn’t yet fully burnt themselves out. He didn’t do anything else but touch her there, slowly, sinuously, until he sealed his warm lips around her clit. One pull and the enormous ball of tension that had built up inside her broke apart in a fiery, all-consuming rush.
If she screamed, her hearing shorted out so she couldn’t hear it. All she could do was shake and pant and thrust her body up to seek more of his ceaselessly inventive tongue.
When she could take no more, she curled into herself, whimpering. Chase laughed and rubbed her ass, his amusement reaching her even in her delirium.
She never wanted to leave.
“Worn out, baby?” he said near her ear. She’d tucked herself into the fetal position and he loomed over her back, kissing her shoulder.
Another whimper was his answer.
“I should let you get some sleep.”
“Mmm.” She wasn’t capable of more.
Then she felt his fingers between her legs again, probing gently, and she couldn’t stop from arching into the touch. He laughed again, pressing his mouth to her
neck so the vibrations traveled through her skin. “You lie there. I’ll do all the work.”
She mumbled again and hid her smile against her pillow. What did he think she was, ninety-five? She wasn’t nearly done yet.
But let him think she was down for the count. It’d be more fun to show him otherwise.
