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I can't believe I just asked Chase to tie me to his bed and have his wicked way with me. But I also can't believe I just had his dick in my mouth and admitted that everything I know about blowjobs I learned from porn and books.
But the fact of the matter is, I want to get wild with Chase Wilder. I have a long bucket list of things I want to try because Derrick never wanted to have anything other than basic, instruction manual sex. And it wasn't what I would classify as good. Sometimes it was sweet but never satisfying, and now I want it all; the good, the bad, and the dirty. Especially the dirty.
I eye the red silk folded neatly on his bed and shiver. There's something outrageously erotic about being at the mercy of another person. Logistically, I know why they're there. I understand Chase's need for control, and every time I think about what he's endured, rage boils through me. The desire to help him heal is so powerful I'd do anything to make him feel safe and loved. To make him understand that I trust him, not only with my body but my heart as well.
"I trust you, Chase," I say, my voice sure and bold. At this point, I'm already sitting completely naked in front of this man, and I feel like I've stripped myself down emotionally too. I couldn't be any more naked if I tried. "I want this. For you and for me." His gaze roams over my body hungrily before he kisses me again, tongue delving into my mouth and hands sliding up my arms until they meet my wrists.
"Lay back," he commands, and I do as I'm told. Carefully and achingly slow, he takes one of my wrists and gently ties the scarf around it before moving to the other and looping them around bedposts. The knots aren't painfully tight, but they provide enough resistance to restrain me. I'm at his mercy. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, Lily, laid before me like a goddamned goddess. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, but whatever it was, it was worth it."
I flush at his praise and tug at my restraints, testing them. The silk tightens on my wrists as the rest of my body slides against his bedsheets. God, this is the hottest thing to ever happen to me, and I'm so turned on right now I think I might combust. "As much as I enjoy your voyeurism, if you don't start touching me, Chase, I'm going to SheHulk myself out of this and get myself off." The bastard laughs.Laughs.I'm two seconds away from becoming a contortionist when he feathers his fingers across my torso.
"Holy shit," I gasp, as every single nerve ending in my body stands at attention. He barely touches me, but every part of me is on high alert.
"I've been told restricting your mobility heightens your awareness. Maybe next time, we'll use a blindfold to intensify the sensation."
Um, yes, please. I'd agree to just about anything right now, but I'm pretty sure if Chase intensified the sensations rocketing through my body right now, I'd die. I'd just die dead. RIP me.
Before I can reply with some snark, he leans over me, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples which are so fucking hard they could cut glass. And when he bends to lick and take one into his mouth, I arch off the bed into him.
"Good girl." Oh my god, did he justgood-girlme again? This is the best kind of torture. "Relax, Lily. Enjoy this. We're not in a hurry."
"You might not be, but I've had the female equivalent of blue balls for ages."
"What about foreplay?"
"Fuck foreplay. This is the longest foreplay in the history of the world. I've got about a decade of wanting pent up in this body, and if you foreplay me any longer, all that'll be left of me is a wet stain on your expensive sheets where I used to exist."
"In that case, I better get to work."Thank fuck.
Chase begins to kiss his way down my body at his own pace, which is about ten times slower than I'd prefer. It's like he's driving twenty in the fast lane, and I'm revving my engine, laying on the horn, urging him to go faster. If I had use of my hands, I'd push his head down until his tongue met my pussy and then tell him to get to fucking work.
Finally.Finally.His lips meet my inner thighs, and I all but cry out in relief when his clever tongue takes a long, languid lick. I buck up into his face, and I'm too far past caring how this looks or if I accidentally knock his teeth out with a hip thrust. He's a hockey player. He's bound to lose a tooth or two.
Chase pushes my hips back into the mattress and continues eating me out. I crane my neck to look down at him, and when my eyes meet the blue-greens of his, I can feel his smile. I can literally feel him smiling into my pussy. I don't know whether to laugh, scream, or cry. Or some garbled combination of all three. A full-body shiver starts at the top of my head and rushes to the tips of my toes. This is so dirty.I fucking love it.
When Chase pumps two fingers into me and curls them forward at the exact time he sucks my clit, I think my soul leaves my body. I come so hard that I silently scream, arch off the bed and nearly dislocate both shoulders. Before I can settle back down onto earth, I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and he's moving up my body, his cock hard and hot against me.
I strain up to meet him, but it's not quite enough. He's notched against my opening but not fully where I want him.
"Are you sure?"
"Are you insane? Yes, I'm fucking sure."
In one smooth thrust, Chase is inside me, and our hips meet. My eyes go wide at the fullness and friction of our bodies finally coming together. This is what I've been waiting for. We were meant to be together like this.
"Holy shit," he grits out, stilling for a moment.Holy shit is right.Who needs drugs when you can have this? He kisses me before starting to move again, in and out. I struggle against the silk scarves, wanting to hold him so badly I'm burning with it. I'm going to rub my wrists raw before the night's out, and I couldn't care less. The wet sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the room, and every part of me throbs, wanting release again. Every slide back seems to hit a spot inside me that makes my brain want to melt, and every drive forward causes his pelvis to brush up against my clit.
I'm going to come again.
Chase picks up his pace, sweat forming on our bodies. If I could reach up and lick him, I would. I honestly don't know what the fuck is happening right now.How is this my life? Pleasure tightens and coils in my core, and when he pushes in one, two, three more times in hard thrusts, I let go, meeting him thrust for thrust until my body is gripping his so tightly, it might never let go. He groans into me, filling the condom, his lips crashing down on mine in a very sloppy yet perfect kiss.
Only the sounds of our breathing fill the room, and we just lay there for a few moments in stunned silence. Carefully, Chase reaches up to my wrists and unbinds me. There's some chafing on my skin, but who the fuck cares? I don't. I’ll take this seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year. I'm ruined, and I love it.
"Ah," I say, not quite sure what words to use after that performance. "So that happened."
"That definitely happened."
"Um, was it just me or was that the best sex to have ever happened in history of ever?”
