Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2(10)

While I’m still climaxing, Chase pulls me roughly to his mouth, as though he has to kiss me. But God, I need to kiss him too. So very, very much.

Our tongues touch, tasting and exploring. Until, slowly and carefully, Chase rolls me over until I am beneath him. He hovers above me, the way I like, his arms caging me in. The tip of his penis presses at my core. And, God, I’m even wetter than before. With a subtle shift of my hips, he slips right in.

A moan escapes me, while Chase groans, “Fuck.”

He lowers his body to me, pressing into mine, giving me more of what I never tire of—more of his weight, more of his cock. As I am stretched and filled by him, he kisses up my neck, over my chin, and to my mouth. With our breaths intermingled, we both still, and he tells me, “I love you.”

Chase Gartner then gets down to what he does best, f*cking.

I rise to meet his hard thrusts—thrusts that make me cry out his name.

He pulls out almost all the way at one point, and asks, “Do you love me, Kay?”

How could I not?

“Yes,” I pant, writhing. “God, I love you so much, Chase. There aren’t enough words to express how much.”

And that is when, with one particularly piercing thrust, he fills me again completely.

I gasp, prompting him to hoist my legs up over his shoulders. He presses his body down to mine, my knees now on either side of my head, and drives into me relentlessly. He makes me say his name again and again, each time more forcefully.

Soon, I am screaming out, “Chase, yes, Chase,” (among other things) way louder than intended.

He chuckles, smug that he affects me like this. His hand covers my mouth, and he pumps up into me—once, twice—as he rasps, “My brother may be a sound sleeper, baby girl, but he’s not deaf.”

He starts to move his hand away from my mouth, but I shake my head, urging him to keep his hand where it is. I like his hand over my mouth, keeping me quiet while he f*cks me as only he can do, with power, with finesse.

He lowers my legs and flattens me to the mattress, his weight pinning me, my already-stimulated nipples tingling as his chest brushes against the hardened peaks. “You like it like this, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod.

I am so close, so damn close to coming undone for the second time this night. Chase feels me tensing and picks up the pace. When he lowers his hand to my clit, touching me in the way I like best, I am gone, exploding, my sex milking his cock. Chase releases into me while I ride out my second orgasm of the night.

While I’m recovering, dizzy and satiated beyond belief, Chase whispers in my ear, “I’m not done with you yet. By my calculations, I owe you four more orgasms.”

“Fine by me,” I respond.

Determined man that he is, Chase gets right back to the business of pleasing me. I close my eyes and savor the feel of his soft, full lips as he kisses his way down my body. And true to his word, throughout the next couple of hours, Chase brings me to orgasm after orgasm, with his mouth, his fingers, and a cock that never seems to tire. Lucky me. Eventually, though, we become too exhausted to move.

I nod off to sleep, but awaken a while later. Slowly, I reluctantly make myself get out of the toasty warm bed. I try to stay quiet, but as I search for the clothes I discarded when I first entered the room, my movement rouses Chase.

Sitting up, he says in a sleepy voice, “Stay.”

“I can’t,” I remind him. “If Cassie wakes up and finds me gone, she’ll wonder where I snuck off to in the middle of the night. I don’t want her to worry or panic the first night she’s here.”

Chase swings his long legs over the edge of the bed and rubs the back of his neck. “Okay, but don’t go yet. Give me a minute to throw on some shorts and I’ll walk you back over.”

“I’m good,” I say, laughing. “I think I can make it back across the driveway safely.”

Chase stands and grabs a pair of discarded basketball shorts from the floor. “Nah.” He pulls the nylon fabric up and adjusts himself. “I’m going with you.”

“You’re sweet when you’re overprotective,” I tell him on the way back over to my apartment.

“Maybe I just wanted a few more minutes alone with you,” he replies, leaning into me.

“And that”—I bump my hip to his leg—“is why I love you so much.”

“And here I thought you were just using me for sex.”

“There is that too,” I shoot back, smiling.

“You’re turning into a bigger smart-ass than me,” he quips.

“I had a good teacher,” I tell him.

Our banter continues until we reach the door to my apartment. We quiet as Chase comes in with me. Together, we check in on Cassie. She’s still sleeping soundly, oblivious to my little excursion next door.

Chase, attentive man that he is, insists on tucking me in on the sofa before he leaves. He kisses me silly, too, until I’m too sleepy to move my lips with his.

“Good night, Kay,” he whispers in my ear. “Sweet dreams.”

I mumble something incoherent and hold on to the comfort of feeling so loved and contented, and then I drift off to sleep.



I wake up disoriented without Chase by my side. We sleep together every night, and this change in routine has me all thrown off.