“You okay?” Chase asks with a smirk.
I nod.
“You want to give me that shirt?” He laughs.
I shake my head.
“No?” he questions.
“No,” I whisper. Something I have never fully experienced takes over me. Lust. Out of nowhere, confidence drives my body forward, and I can tell it even takes Chase off guard. He leans back as I approach him, and without any warning, I place my knees on either side of him. When I’m straddling him, his hands instinctively move to my backside, and his playful expression is instantly replaced with desire. His breathing has become labored, and I know I'm affecting him as much as he affects me. I love this. This rush. I have never felt more powerful and desired in my life.
“V,” Chase whispers, our mouths inches apart. “What are you doing?”
“Something I've only dreamed of,” I reply and move forward to connect our mouths, hungrily. He groans as soon as our lips touch, and I revel in it. His hands are all over--they’re on my lower back and they’re gripping my butt until I’m pushed forward against his hardness. The friction is right where I need it. I moan into his mouth, and he does it again. It feels so good. I’ve never felt this way before but all I know is that I need more. Without his hands guiding me, I continue to move, and grind my body down onto him. He moans into my mouth this time. His hands move further up my back, causing my shirt to lift higher and I suddenly need it off of me. My skin is burning up. I remove my sweater without breaking our kiss and lift my arms, signaling him to remove my shirt.
“You’re sure?” and I nod at his question. His hands move slowly up my sides, causing goosebumps as he lifts my top up and over my head. He flings it somewhere behind me and now I’m bared to him--something no other person has seen intimately. His muscular hands rest on my hips while his beautiful blue eyes bore into mine, “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. I feel it. I feel beautiful.
Steady palms are roaming my body, until they rest just below my breasts, almost if asking for permission. I place my hands over his and guide them until they're cupping each breast. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Beautiful, V. You’re fucking beautiful.” My head involuntarily falls backward as he massages them and then I feel his mouth. He’s placing kisses and light licks upon my clavicle. The various sensations hit me deep in my core. His mouth moves down, slowly, until his mouth reaches my right breast--lightly sucking--causing my back to arch forward. I want more. My fingers scrape through his hair as I continue to grind myself on him; his dick is much more prominent than before. He releases one nipple and moves to the left, sucking lightly.
“Chase,” It’s a whisper. The throbbing is becoming intense and I need a release. He hisses and frees my breast from his mouth. I'm overcome with emotions; feeling wild. My mouth instantly connects with his, our tongues dancing around each other. “Pants,” I gasp, “Off.” He doesn’t move at my request, and I lean back to look at him curiously. Our chests are heaving and his lips are plumped--flushed--from our intense kisses. “Trust me, this is more than I ever dreamed of. But we don't have to have sex right now.”
“You've dreamed of this?” I ask playfully, moving my hips. His eyes roll back. I treasure his reaction, and I do it again. He halts my movements with his hands on my hips and grins.
“Many, many times.” He hugs me to him with my breasts pressed against his chest. The skin on skin contact results in a shiver that’s sent down my spine. He wraps his arms around my waist; I can feel him so close to where I need him. He places a light kiss on my shoulder--a gesture so sweet-- and I feel a zing in my heart.
“We should wait,” he says, rubbing his nose up the side of my face. He seductively nips at my ear.
“Wait?” I ask. I’m so confused and so turned on at the same time.
“I don't want a secret relationship with you. Until we're out in the open...we should wait.”
“But…” I start to whine but he cuts me off with a kiss, sucking my bottom lip.
“Don't worry. I'll take care of you.” He flips us over; his body is covering mine. Our lips meet with a sensual kiss, and he’s deepening it--ravishing me like it's his last meal. I can feel him at my center and, instinctively, my knees drop. He grinds down, causing my body to arch up. His lips leave mine, and I whimper. I miss the feel of them. He places little wet kisses onto my throat, down the middle of my chest, and to my left breast. His fingers slide down my stomach--making me quiver--and they continue down, under the waistband of my shorts until they’re skimming over my clit. I cry out. He nips and sucks at my nipples, giving each the same amount of attention as he circles the most sensitive part of me, over and over. He speeds up then, agonizingly, slows down again. It's a tease; a ride, and one I don't want to end. He knows just how to prolong these intense feelings.
My vision starts to blacken, and I release a moan unlike any other; the pleasure quickly spreading throughout my body. “There you go, baby,” Chase whispers, his fingers still working magic. Stars explode behind my eyes and I yell out. Chase's mouth covers mine to conceal my outburst. I struggle to catch my breath and open my eyes to see Chase hovering over me with a wicked smile.
“Oh,” I say, breathlessly.
“You can say that again. That was the single most sexiest thing I've ever witnessed.”
We lay together for a while, neither of us wanting to move from our comfortable position. Eventually, we do get up to dress, but then we settle underneath my covers. Chase lays on his back, allowing me to nestle into his side. I rest my head upon his chest. His breathing evens out quickly, and I sigh in contentment before I drift off to sleep.
Three Down
In my subconscious state I hear a loud bang followed by an even louder male voice. “What the fuck is going on?” I jolt up. My eye-sight is trying to adjust from sleep. Vaughn is standing at my open door. “And who the fuck is in your bed?!” he shouts. Chase becomes startled at the yelling and jumps up faster than I’ve ever seen him move before. He's standing behind me at full alert; ready to fight. My eyes widen. Oh, shit.
“Get out! Why are you even in my room?” I scream and dash for the door.
“Chase?” Vaughn questions, and his mouth drops open in disbelief. “What the fuck?” He looks at me as I run to him. I place my hands upon his chest and push, he moves backward a bit, but not as much as I would like.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” I chant while trying to shove him out of my room.
“What the fuck is he doing in your bed, Veronica?” Vaughn’s voice is still so loud.
“Shut up!” I hiss.
I hear Vin's bedroom door whip open. Great. “What the hell is going on!?” He's rubbing his eyes. “Some people are trying to fucking sleep.”
“Chase is-” Vaughn starts, but I place my hand over his mouth to stop him from finishing his sentence. Vin moves out of his doorway, and Vaughn fights to remove my fists.
“V,” Chase says, behind me.
“Who the fuck is in your room?” Vin barks. He's wide awake now and stalking towards us.
“Stop! You're going to wake Mom and Dad!” I cry.