Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2(20)

Her hands find their way into my hair, and she chants my name like a mantra. In response, I make her come and come and come.

When she finally stills, I trail a few sloppy kisses along the insides of her thighs, making them now wet from not just her, but from me too. Slowly, I begin to inch my way up her body. My boxer briefs were long ago discarded, so when my cock touches Kay, first dragging along her thigh and then pressing to her core, it is all me—bare…and hard as f*ck.

Supporting myself with one arm, I handle myself by gliding the head of my cock back and forth along Kay’s slit, spreading all of her wetness till she’s writhing and begging, “Now, Chase, now.”

“Not yet, baby, not yet.”

I circle her clit with the tip of my dick, then press in slowly. When I still, only partway in, Kay circles her hips. My name falls from her lips, and I can tell she’s close, but she’s not there yet.

I lower my mouth to hers. “Say my name again.”

As my name starts to form on her lips, I slide into her fully. My cock fills her * while my tongue invades her mouth. And the experience is so consuming, so f*cking beautiful, that I swear I taste every muffled letter of my name. Kay is better than any drug I’ve ever done; she overloads my senses in the best kind of way. So I keep on tasting our love as I move my hips slowly, making love to my girl.

I discover loving like this has a taste all its own, the kind of taste that flavors your soul. Loving slow and easy is sweet, good, and pure. Going faster, picking up the pace, turns things tangy, like how spice adds dimension and depth. And climaxing is complex, multilayered, sweet and tangy, rolled into one huge f*cking overwhelming experience.

Finally, when I collapse onto Kay and find her lips once more, I know what this flavor is. It’s the best kind of taste—the taste of love, the taste of home.





Chapter Four


Kay


I fall asleep in Chase’s embrace and don’t wake until morning. My eyes blink open, and I promptly panic when I realize I’m in his bed, not on the sofa in my apartment.

“Shit, Cassie,” I mumble as I jump up.

I stumble over a tangle of sheets and embark on a search for my sleep clothes. I didn’t plan to stay the entire night in Chase’s bedroom. Last night, I never even mentioned to Cassie that I was leaving the apartment. Poor girl. After she spoke with her mother, she went straight to bed. Last she knew, I was lying on the sofa, reading a book on my e-reader.

Chase wakes while I’m scurrying about. He yawns and stretches languorously, distracting me from my task. I take in the full view of his magnificent physique. Not only does he look amazing—hard, defined muscles and beautiful, sexy tats—but the things he can do to me with his body…

Besotted with lust, I snatch up one of the many T-shirts Chase has discarded on the floor. I ball up the tee and toss it at the object of my attraction.

Chase laughs and catches it easily. “What’s this for?” he asks, holding up the T-shirt.

“You need to put a shirt on, like, fast. Before I come over there and jump you.”

I catch sight of my own tee, grab it up quickly, and tug it over my head.

“And this is your incentive for me to get dressed?” Chase laughs, making no move to slip the shirt in his hands over his head. “’Cause I have to tell you, Kay, it’s not very effective.”

He lowers the little bit of sheet that’s barely covering him and exposes his rather impressive morning wood. When he catches me staring and biting my lip, he raises an eyebrow in invitation.

I have no self-control when it comes to this man, so three seconds later, I am on him, riding him hard. It’s nothing like last night, this is urgent and fast, but he still makes sure I come first.

“Always so considerate,” I murmur in a post-orgasmic lazy tone.

He chuckles against my neck. “Let’s take a shower together. I have one more ‘considerate’ thing in mind before we go to work.”

“Oh, I’m intrigued,” I shoot back.

“Oh, you’ll be more than intrigued soon enough,” he promises.

In the shower, Chase washes my body and shampoos my hair. He’s so careful and gentle with me that I am soon turned on again. Surely this was his plan all along.

“Intrigued?” He cocks an eyebrow as he drops to his knees in front of me.

Before I can respond, his wet body leans toward me. On his knees, with his head between my legs, Chase brings me to orgasm with his mouth.

Once I recover, I insist on returning the favor. “It’s only fair,” I say playfully, lowering myself until my mouth is inches from his hard cock.

Needless to say, Chase needs no convincing. He’s pretty much down for head in the shower, and his cock is in my mouth within milliseconds.

When our morning sexcapades finally wrap up, Chase and I make our way downstairs. We slow up in the dining room, though, when we hear Cassie and Will in the kitchen, talking about Cassie’s stepfather.

“Wait,” Chase whispers, grabbing my arm.

I stop next to him, and we listen as, over the sound of a spoon scraping in a cereal bowl, Will asks Cassie, “Is that * really gone, though? Like, for good? Are you sure your mom’s not bullshitting you?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Cassie replies. “I heard her tell him he had to go. They’re done, Will. Their marriage is finally over.”