I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies closer as I responded eagerly to the kiss–I’d forgotten how much I missed such a thing.
The passion of it.
His tongue stroked deep, snatching away what little breath I had between moans of pleasure. Strap-on or not–whatever he had between his legs was pressed right against the crotch of my panties, and I rocked against it until I felt it throb.
Definitely a dick.
I gasped a little when Chase pushed me backward, breaking our kiss to tug down the neckline of my dress, exposing my bra. He didn’t even bother to take that off either–just pulled my breasts over the cups, taking only a moment for admiration before his mouth was on me, drawing my nipple into the liquid warmth of his mouth.
My head fell into the couch cushions, back arched, as he sucked and licked, back and forth between both sides. My pussy was still planted against his dick, and I took full advantage of whatever friction I could make with my hips while he was lavishing my breasts with attention.
It had been so long that it was almost enough to get me there.
Almost.
What actually took me there was when he pulled my panties aside and pushed two thick, incredibly skilled fingers into my pussy, using the wetness he’d created to stroke me into an open-mouthed gape.
The orgasm was glorious.
But he wasn’t done yet.
I watched, through an orgasm-induced haze as he licked me off his fingers–completely, like he liked what he tasted. His next move was getting my panties off, a move I fully supported since it was followed closely by his face between my thighs.
A lick here.
A nibble there.
Then fingers inside me again, and his hot tongue on my clit.
Like I said… that tongue of his?
A revelation.
It took no time at all before I was cumming again, and just like before, he gave me no time to recover. He was back on his feet, pulling me to a standing position with him before he grabbed the hem of my dress.
“It’s time to take this off,” he growled into my ear as he pulled it up over my hips. “Unless… I could fuck you with it on, if you’d like.”
I grinned at him, then held up my arms for him to pull it off. “Nope. I like to get naked.”
So he pulled the dress off me, and tossed it… somewhere.
The bra followed.
“Your turn,” I said, once I was standing there completely nude. With no hesitation, Chase dropped his towel, allowing his dick to spring free.
Man.
That thing was pretty.
“I’ve got condoms,” I told him, even though my mouth was watering and ready to return the oral favor. I wasn’t quite there yet though with my recklessness, and he didn’t seem pressed for it, so… while he retook his seat on the ottoman, I grabbed the protection.
He was watching me, eyes full of lust and admiration as I walked back to him. I tossed one of the condoms at him at he caught it easily, quickly sheathing himself while I left the others on the table by the couch.
“Stop stalling, and bring that ass here,” he said as I sauntered to him.
I propped my hands on my hips. “Not stalling. Giving you a chance to see exactly what you’re getting into–making sure you understand how lucky you are.”
I… should get super tipsy all the time, if this was the kinda confidence that was going to pop out.
“Mmm,” he grunted, reaching out to grab the backs of my legs, pulling me toward him, and then down onto his lap. “Trust me, January–I do.”
I moved my hands to his shoulders, planting my feet on the ground as I lifted my hips to line myself up with his dick. Before I could let out any further teasing words, Chase thrust upward, filling me with one deep, quick stroke that snatched my ability to speak.
My last real, cognizant thought happened as my gaze landed between us, on a sliver of his hip showing beneath my thigh. There was a tattoo there, so intricately detailed that I had to stare for a moment before I realized…
Bitch… is that a… panther?
I didn’t get to find out.
Too busy getting fucked by the boss.
Five
Chase
Despite all evidence to the contrary, I really wasn’t a one-night stand kinda dude.
Call it corny if you must, but there was just something about January that made it a little difficult to pretend I was really down with the little insinuations she kept making about us never seeing each other again as we… well... prepared to never see each other again.
I definitely wanted to see her again.
I wasn’t bullshitting when I told January she was the baddest thing in the place - and really, that was no easy feat. Blackwood was full of beautiful women, and those women were attracted to a place like 81st and Clarke–upscale without being stuffy, high-end without completely breaking the bank, good food, good liquor, good music.
It was the latest “hot” thing.
Just like January.
I’d spotted her because her–wack ass–date had caused a bit of a scene, causing me to look toward the commotion. And… there she was, the girl from in front of the coffee shop, looking way too good to be with the corny ass dude who stormed out of the restaurant.
His loss was my gain though, because him deciding to show his ass, left the field wide open for me to slide right into place.
Right into her pussy.
Yet another hot thing.
Too hot.
Too good.
So good I’d messed around and fallen asleep in it.
I’d had this feeling when we–literally–ran into each other in front of the coffee shop… this nagging thing I couldn’t shake. That’s what had led me to ask her to dinner in the first place. Her denial hadn’t dampened the feeling at all, and when I saw her again, I’d pursued her without a second thought.
I was attracted to her.
I wanted her.
Even if it was only supposed to be for just that one night.
But... now that we’d been around each other, and I had gotten to know her some... It seemed like it didn’t matter whether or not I was looking for more.
More was looking for me.
I woke up to January tucked under my arm, sleeping like a sexy ass angel–well… not an angel.
There was definitely a not-that-innocent side to her.
She looked so peaceful though, with those soft lips pursed, her arm slung around my waist, naked body pressed against mine, and her hair… covered by a bonnet.
I had no idea where that had come from, or when she put it on.
In any case, as much as I hated to interrupt her slumber, I had to get out of here–it was morning now, and even with it being a Saturday, I had work to do. Carefully, I tried to peel her off me without waking her, with no luck.
Her eyes sprang open almost as soon as I moved.
At first, her gaze narrowed to focus up at the ceiling, taking a second there before she finally cast it back in my direction.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I said to her, taking advantage of her awake state to extricate myself from the bed, and stretch.
Her eyes went to my dick first, then my face. “Good morning to you too.”
I had every intention of heading to the bathroom, but when she sat up, she got all my attention. Her deep brown skin was poured over lush curves, and right now the perfect chocolate drops of her nipples had me ready to hang around a little longer.