I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but somehow I manage it, tethering them to the almost black orbs behind me. His passion and lust raging. He squeezes my breasts hard, and his rhythm picks up speed and strength. Releasing my tits, he moves to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he begins to pound into me, grunting with the exertion of every thrust. Every time he goes deep, hitting my cervix, and making me cry out.
“Chase! Yes!”
He starts to move with more power, losing control, and fucking me hard, a dark and determined look on his face. “I want you to come again, Tori. Give me another one.”
I’m so fucking exhausted, but I can’t help the buildup of pressure, the uncontrollable feeling that I’m about to burst. He leans in and bites my earlobe, the sting making me gush around his cock. “That’s good, baby. Soak me. I love feeling how wet I make you. Squeeze my cock hard.” Shivers begin to course through me, his words heightening every sensation, and my hips shove back to meet his every thrust. “I want to bury myself so far inside you that you’ll feel me in that tight pussy for days. Consumed by what it's like to have my cock fucking the hell out of you.” His words set me off and I splinter into a million pieces, screaming his name as I fly toward the sun.
Chase pounds into me two more times. “Yes,” he groans as he stiffens and buries his face into my neck, his warmth invading me, filling me, marking me as his. He pulls a little roughly on my hair, dragging my head back to kiss me thoroughly.
“Now tell me you don’t like being fucked.”
I shift restlessly in my seat once more, suppressing a groan, but the hard wooden chair is unforgiving and I can’t find a comfortable position. I almost cry with relief when the judge calls for a recess until tomorrow. I’m in desperate need of some painkillers, a bath, and a glass of wine. I’m starting to wonder if going ten years without sex has made my virginity grow back.
Chase and I finally checked out of the hotel yesterday and drove back to the city. With every mile we traveled, I felt less caged, less burdened. He pulled up to my apartment and helped me out, then tossed his keys to the valet and grabbed our bags from the trunk.
“You seem awfully sure of yourself, Dr. Monroe,” I’d snipped.
He’d smiled and thrown his arm around me, putting his mouth to my ear. “Yep. And, by the way, you might want to watch the ‘Dr. Monroe’ talk. It turns me the fuck on.”
I gasped and looked around, sure that everyone around us had heard him, but no one was paying us any attention. Chase laughed all the way to the elevator, then when the doors closed, he dropped our bags and kissed me until I was a quivering mass of Jello.
I decided to let him stay for a while and with two spoons, we dug into a pint of chocolate ice cream, which he then ended up eating off of me, after which he felt the need to remind me how much I liked being fucked. Twice. After that, we curled up on the couch together and watched a movie that I wasn’t really interested in. There was something on my mind. I’d shared so much. I wanted to know more about Chase’s secrets. I rolled to face him and started to trace the inked angel wings over his heart. There was an inscription underneath, “She dances with angels.”
“Chase?”
“Hmmm?”
He sounded relaxed and content, and I took advantage of his laid-back attitude to ask a question I’d been holding onto.
“What does this tattoo mean? Does it represent someone? The person you lost?”
Chase stiffened and his hands came up to cover mine, splaying them over the tattoo and successfully hid it from view.
“Yeah, it’s…” he trailed off and looked down at me, his eyes were dark, his mind somewhere else. “I got it after the accident.”
I waited for him to go on, to explain, but need filled his chocolaty depths and he kissed me fervently. He deepened the kiss and rolled me to my back, coming up over me and proceeded to show me what it felt like to be loved from head to toe. I forgot about everything but him.
After that, I kicked him out. He argued all the way to the door and was extremely unhappy with my decision. I wanted him to stay over. It wasn’t an issue with our relationship. I had court this morning and I knew if he stayed, I wouldn’t get any sleep and I was already starting to feel the effects of our acrobatics in my aching muscles.
Gathering my things, I take a few moments to talk with my client and make an appointment for the following morning to go over the strategy before court. I walk slowly to the large, wooden double doors at the back of the courtroom and feel every muscle scream as I push it open.
Happiness lights up my insides when I see Chase leaning against the opposite wall, casually waiting for me. He beams when he sees me, his dimple creasing his cheek, and strides over, pecking my cheek, and taking my hand, gently leading me from the building. I know he’s restraining himself, and it warms me even further to know that he is protecting my professional reputation by not hauling me into his arms. That is, until we get around the corner, at which point I find myself up against the stone building with full, sexy lips devouring mine.
“Damn, I missed you,” he growls in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’m going to take you to lunch because I can’t go the whole day without seeing you.”
He kisses me again and a little mewl surfaces, my knees going weak from the heady atmosphere and the sweet things he says. He eventually steps back, and takes my hand again. I walk stiffly beside him, until he notices my hesitant gait and stops.
“Tori, are you okay?” he asks, voice filled with concern.
I grimace a little. “Um, I’m a little sore.”
His mouth turns up with a smug smile. Like his ego needed any more boosting. He moves in close and loops his arms around my waist, dipping his head and nuzzling my neck.
“I would tell you I’m sorry,” he breathes, “but I’m not. The thought of you, walking around all day, feeling stretched, and well-loved by me. It’s fucking hot.”
I roll my eyes, but a giggle slips out, and Chase lifts his head, no longer looking smug, instead he looks like he’s just opened a birthday present.
“I love your laugh, baby.”
It’s my turn to beam, his words filling me with butterflies. Dropping his arm across my shoulders, he walks me slowly to the front and his car, parked on the street at a meter. He helps me in, and starts to buckle me up, but I bat his hands away. “I’m sore, not a child, Chase.”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “After yesterday, I think we’ve established that you are indeed a woman. A very sexy woman.” He shuts the door and lopes around to the driver’s side, gets in, and pulls away from the curb.
He takes me to a cute restaurant decorated like we’ve gone back in time to the thirties. They have an eclectic selection, mainly known for their hot dogs, burgers, and Italian beef sandwiches. I haven’t been to this place since I was a teenager, I forgot how much fun it was. I decide to really get the full experience and order a chili cheese dog, a large cheese fry, and a root beer. It’s messy, and delicious, and I find myself having fun soaking in the atmosphere and my time with Chase.
After lunch, he returns me to my office, waving off the valet as he exits, and rounding the car to open my door himself. He puts a hand on either cheek and kisses me, with sweetness and longing. When he’s through, he smiles and asks, “Can I come over tonight?” I’m distracted by that damn dimple and don’t have any other response except yes, so I nod.
He grins and kisses me hard one more time, then gives my rump a pat, as I walk dazedly to my building. I spend the rest of the day buried in work, unaware of the time until Stacey pops her head in to say goodnight. I glance at the clock and see that it’s after eight. Shit. I forgot to ask Chase what time he was coming tonight. I grab my phone but don’t see any missed calls or texts. Maybe he’s running late too.