Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2(31)

I giggle as he nuzzles my neck.

“Something funny, sweet girl?” he asks, shifting so I can feel that he’s naked and, not surprisingly, hard and ready for me.

“Not at all,” I say.

Chase lifts the hem of my tee and says huskily, “How about we lose this shirt?”

“Sounds good to me.”

I sit up and swiftly pull my shirt over my head, and when I lean back down, I press my bare breasts to his warm chest. Chase groans and lifts his hips so he can push his hard cock into me. My panties, however, prevent us from joining.

Not for long, though, as Chase makes short work of my underwear, tossing it off to the side. He then, with no warning, sheaths himself in me. I gasp and he winds his fingers in my hair, tugging roughly, and then urging me down to his mouth.

Chase is rougher than usual tonight, but I have no complaints. I revel in his hungry kisses, relish his frenzied touches. His urgency leaves me breathless, particularly when his fingers find my clit, where he plays and plies me in all the right ways.

I hold on to wide shoulders, riding Chase’s hand and his cock. When I come, I cry out and bury my face into his neck. His pulse throbs against my lips, while a far different part of him pulses inside me.

“That was so good,” I rasp once I’ve recovered.

It’s always good like this, whether it be a session of lingering lovemaking or, like tonight, a quick f*ck. Chase is just amazing when it comes to all things sex. But a little part of me is left wondering if this quickie was his way of distracting me.

Whatever the case, it worked.

When I start to move off of Chase, I am held in place. “We’re not done yet,.” he informs me.

“Oh really?” I trail a hand down his taut abs, straight to where he’s once again hardening fast. Wrapping my hand around his length, I begin to stroke. “It’s amazing how you can get so hard again so fast,” I comment.

“It’s all because of you, baby,” he rasps. “You turn me on so much.”

Chase closes his eyes and pushes his head back into the pillow. His breaths quicken and his mouth opens slightly. I move down his body, take him into my mouth. But after a few thrusts between my lips, he stops me.

Rolling me onto my back, he says, “I need to feel you, Kay. Not just your mouth.” He then pushes into me, telling me, “I love how you stretch and open for me when I first slide into you.”

When Chase is in as far as he can go, he stills, letting me feel his fullness, how he swells and hardens even more, just from being inside of me.

“God,” I groan.

“I could stay here all night”…he whispers…“never move.”

I want to respond that I could too, but, truth is, I have to move. I need to feel him; I have to create friction with what is filling me to capacity.

Chase, of course, is only too happy to give me free rein. He sits back on his heels while I raise my hips and slowly work his shaft in and out of my sex.

Chase watches, smirking and amused.

“Letting me do all the work?” I gasp as I slide up and down his length…over and over again.

“I like watching you f*ck my cock” is his simple response.

“Ah, say it again,” I demand, glancing down to where we are so intimately joined.

I like when Chase talks dirty. And he’s very good at it. He knows what turns me on. He tells me now, in the raunchiest terms, the things he likes to do to me…and then he does each one.

His words, not to mention what he’s doing to my body, get me close to release. But I hold back. I want to keep f*cking his cock, keep feeling his hands roam all over me, keep feeling his lips and his tongue. Everything he is doing feels so good, so right. There’s raw honesty in Chase’s actions.

How could I have doubted him earlier tonight?

“I wish we could keep doing this all night,” I say as I slow my pace.

“There’s nothing stopping us,” Chase replies.

He lowers his body down over mine, his hands lifting my ass so he can take over and drive into me. There’s no more talk, but I get what I want. We f*ck—soft, hard, fast, slow—well into the wee hours.

Needless to say, we sleep in late the next day. Lucky for us, it’s the weekend.

Despite the late start—or maybe because of all the phenomenal sex that resulted in our sleeping in—Saturday begins as an exceptionally good day. Everyone is in a fine mood. Not just Chase and me, but Will, too. Plus, it’s a perfect summer day to match our moods, all blue skies and soft breezes.

Throughout what’s left of the morning, Chase and his brother spend time together out on the back porch, looking over Will’s latest pages for his comic book. I plop down in the kitchen, e-reader in hand, all set to read. But I find myself smiling more than reading as I listen to Chase and Will, laughing and talking. I hear Chase suggest some changes to the plot direction of Will’s comic, and then his brother thanks him for taking the time to look over his work.

When they come back into the house, I set down my e-reader.

Will follows my movement and says, “It’s too nice to sit inside and read, Kay. We should all do something fun.”

I shrug and say, “Hey, I’m up for anything.”

Will arches an eyebrow at his brother. “What about a day trip?”

Chase glances at me, and I nod. He then says, “Day trip it is.”