Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(10)
“Same thing,” he answered.
I found myself staring at his lips, wondering what they would feel like against mine. It had been a long time since I’d been kissed by anyone. Screw it; I could pretend I was like everyone else for a little while. I put my hand over one of the card stacks. “Count of three?”
He nodded. “One. Two. Three.”
I flipped my card over. It was the Queen of Hearts. Chase had the King of Spades.
“I win,” he smiled.
I swallowed. “I guess you do.”
When his hand went to my shoulder I flinched. Then his other arm circled me, bringing me closer. I felt his grip move to my neck, twisting into my hair. He kissed me lightly at first. His lips grazed mine in a soft way that was nearly chaste. There was a sweet taste to his mouth, reminding me of the champagne. He nibbled lightly and I heard a soft moan escape my throat as my mouth relaxed, letting him in.
Chase changed tactics and started going harder, pulling me tightly against him and kissing with zealous urgency, as if he could sense that was exactly what I wanted him to do next. He was right.
He eased me onto my back and I felt his full weight on top of me. I felt something else too. His huge erection pressed into me, trying to make demands. It was enough to make me panic somewhat.
“Chase,” I gasped, pushing him away a little. “Wait, we shouldn’t do this.”
He pulled back a few inches and raised an eyebrow. “We’re just making out, Stephanie. That’s all.”
“That’s all,” I repeated. “Don’t try for more because I swear that’s all you’re getting.”
“Noted,” he whispered and flicked his tongue past my lips.
Something was happening to me as we kept kissing. I badly wanted things to keep moving. The vague throbbing between my legs had grown into a full-blown ache. But when I felt his hand trying to sneak under my shirt I stopped him, pushing his hand away and shaking my head. He seemed vaguely irritated but accepted it and returned to kissing.
Tentatively, my arms went around his shoulders. Chase was all muscle. Hard, smooth muscle. He never stopped kissing me as he started doing something with his hands. A few seconds later, as I felt the whole length of his dick, I realized what it was. Chase had taken his pants off. He still had his boxers on, however there was nothing but flimsy cotton between us. It wasn’t enough to keep him from finding the most sensitive area on my body as he started pushing in a steady rhythm. I gasped when I felt the full hard force of what he wanted.
“Chase,” I whispered, breaking away even as my legs began opening.
He put his hands all over me, groaning. “Shit, just let me do this, Steph. Let me feel you.”
I relented, giving in to the heady ecstasy of having him touch me everywhere. He felt too damn good and I couldn’t stop myself from responding. I was kissing him back with every bit as much passion as he was giving.
Our mouths were glued together once more when he rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him. Chase was still pressing into the hot crevice between my legs as his strong hands rubbed my back before moving lower, and lower, squeezing the flesh of my ass, causing my body to virtually scream for satisfaction. Instinct was eclipsing reason and I felt my hips bucking crazily as his hands found their way inside the waistband of my shorts. I could feel his hands squeezing, groping on the outside of my panties. Then his hands were inside my panties. I moaned a little as he began moving my body up and down, showing me how hard he wanted to grind. The muscles in my thighs clenched and unclenched, creating an acute sensation that caused me to whimper lightly. It felt unbelievable, especially when he deftly slid my shorts down, followed by my underwear. His hands gripped my bare thighs and moved me so that I could feel the blunt, hard end of him trying to creep into my open body. The only thing preventing him from sliding completely inside of me was the single layer of fabric afforded by his boxers. Jesus, if those things came off too…
We’d stopped kissing. I could only hang onto him and get carried along by whatever he wanted to do. He moved me hard and spread my legs slightly. Both of us had broken out in a sweat. So many times I’d awoken from dreams, heart pounding, insides throbbing, as my subconscious tried to let me in on a secret I’d never known when awake. I was climbing toward something new and I couldn’t stop. It was f*cking incredible. Nothing had ever been this good before. I could feel every bit of how badly he wanted this. I was wild over the idea of what he was doing to me, of what I was doing to him. And then I completely shattered.
“Shit!” I gasped, halfway to a scream. His hands were between my legs now. When I felt his fingers inside of me I reared my head back. I heard the obscenities coming out of my mouth as everything inside me convulsed and pleaded for more, always more. I needed more. I needed him.
“Say it, Steph. Say it!” Chase grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look him in the eye. His voice was low, almost a growl. “I want to hear it.”
Fuck me now. Goddammit to hell, I need you and I hate that I need you.
I wanted to do everything with him. Absolutely everything. I wanted to smother common sense and give in. I wanted everything he wanted.
Chase rolled on top of me. I was still pulsing, throbbing, in a frenzy of need. I’d never been this far gone before. He pressed his rigid dick against me again and that threatened to unleash another wave of ecstasy. My body had finally tasted the sweet bliss that drove everyone else in the world to madness. I didn’t know how the hell anyone could resist the urge for more.