CHAPTER EIGHT
After another night of crying myself to sleep over Damien Reed, I decided he just wasn't worth it. My after school lessons with him were officially over, and I would also be dropping Art Appreciation class. As much as I wanted to think that I was strong enough to see him every day at school, I knew better.
I spent most of Sunday moping around the house, trying not to think about the night before and failing miserably at it. When Chase called to ask if I wanted to come over, I was more than happy to take up his invitation. My lesson with Damien Reed would be starting soon, and I needed something to distract my mind while I didn't attend, otherwise I might drive myself insane thinking about it.
I was at Chase's doorstep in less than thirty. There was a strange buzzing on the other side of the door, and when he opened it, I saw that his hand was occupied with an electric razor, shaving off his nonexistent stubble. A grin played across my lips. He was so silly sometimes.
“Getting ready for me, stud,” I joked as I pushed past him to flop down on the sofa.
“I haven't shaved in three days,” he told me.
“You look like you don't have anything to shave.”
“Ouch.”
“That's a good thing. Hairy guys are gross.” I thought about the thin layer of hair across Damien's broad chest and tight abdominal muscles. Hair is gross on everyone but him. Somehow, he manages to make it look very very yummy.
“Well then, you're lucky I'm pretty hairless.”
“Indeed.”
He turned off the razor and gave me a kiss on the cheek before going to the bathroom to set the razor in its cradle. I looked at my watch, feeling uncomfortable. Right about now, I'd be pulling up in Damien Reed's driveway.
This will never do. I need something more than chatter to keep my mind occupied.
By the time Chase rounded the corner, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He gaped at me in astonishment.
“Damn, Chey. You just got here.”
“I know. And I can't wait a moment longer.”
“Was my sex that good?” He smirked, looking unpleasantly cocky.
“Um. Yeah. Can't get enough of the D,” I joked.
“If you absolutely can't wait.” He pulled his black T-shirt over his head, revealing a smooth swimmers build beneath. Chase had always been active in high school sports, which had kept him in great shape. I licked my lips at the sight of his washboard abs, feeling an aching need between my legs. Soon, that amazing body would be rocking on top of me, driving me to the heights of pleasure. The thought made me feel stupidly happy.
“You are really sexy,” I told him.
“Right back at you, kid.” He made a clicking sound with his tongue and winked at me. It was completely dumb but still made me laugh.
I shrugged off my blouse and then quickly unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall over my shoulders and onto the floor. Chase knelt between my legs, wrapping his arms around my sides and drawing me forward so that he could lick at one of my nipples. My eyes were already hooded, watching him with lust as he sucked the taut peak into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite. I gasped as pleasure pulsed from my chest to my cunt, my clit firing off in approval.
He moved to my other nipple, making tight circles around it with the tip of his tongue before flicking it back and forth and then engulfing it in the warm wetness of his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, feeling his skin beneath my fingertips as he sucked a bit too hard, making me wince in exquisitely delicious pain.
“Is it good?” he asked, kissing a trail up to my collarbone while his hands worked to hike up my skirt.
“Yes,” I moaned in reply.
His lips reached mine, and our mouths moved together in time, sucking and caressing and exploring. I enjoyed the affection he lavished on me. It was as if I could feel the love flowing from his body to mine. There was no mystery with Chase, no games, and I absolutely loved it.
He pressed one of my hands between his legs to feel the prominent bulge that had formed beneath his jeans. I took it as a sign he was ready for more. As seductively as I could, I scooted toward the edge of the sofa, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and dry humping him over our clothes. It reminded me of high school all over again, giving me a giddy nostalgic feeling. We weren't that young and innocent anymore though. Not innocent at all.
Chase looped his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, moving back so he could get them over my knees. I kicked them to the side once they fell to the floor.
With a devious grin, Chase pulled himself up onto the couch, then grabbed me gently by the wrist and guided me to sit on top of him. My skirt was crumpled up all the way to my waist, my naked cunt rubbing on the bulge in his jeans. The feel of the hard material against my sensitive parts was somehow pleasurable. Unlike with Damien Reed, I wasn't worried that Chase would get pissed off if I got my womanly wetness on his clothes.
“You're gonna make me nut if you're not careful,” Chase warned.
I hadn't even realized how torturous my rubbing against his cock must have been for him. The pleasure of the friction against my clit almost made me forget about his needs completely.
When I moved back, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his thick tool. I grinned as I saw the tip already shiny with pre-come. He must not have been joking. Silly young men and their lack of self-control.
Before he even had time to let go of his cock, I was taking over, brushing his hand away so I could start stroking it. The skin was velvet to my fingers, the flesh beneath it solid as a rock. Chase groaned as I pumped him with my hand, his head resting against the sofa, his eyes rolling back until I could only see the whites of them. I leaned forward and licked up his Adam's apple. He had a nice one, large and kissable. My lips yearned to suck on it, to bite it, but I knew to be gentle as I lavished affection on his throat.
“Bed,” he groaned, and I tried not to scowl. Why couldn't we do it right here on the couch? Still, I didn't complain, standing up and shedding my skirt before I followed him into the bedroom.
This time, the bed had been made, and I was ever so thankful. I laughed as he did a flying leap onto his back, his erect dong flapping wildly.
“Come to me, my love,” he said in an overly dramatic way, outstretching his arms to me.
I happy obliged, crawling on top of him. My body edged down over his cock, and I rubbed my parted lips up and down his shaft, causing his body to tense and the smirk to leave his face as he went back to looking lusty.
“You are the most evil tease ever,” he whispered.
“You love it though,” I giggled before leaning down to kiss him, my soft breasts pressing against the firmness of his chest.
“I do,” he admitted, reciprocating my affection.
“Should I tease you some more?”
“Please don't.”
“But I think it would be fun,” I pouted, moving back down his body.
He watched me, looking somewhere between pain and pleasure. Grinning wickedly, I wrapped my hand around the base of his hot member, rubbing it against my cheek. The scent of sex seeping from his slit was already overpowering. I licked at the source, tasting his salty pre-juices. His body shuttered beneath me.
This was definitely torturous. I could see it in his eyes. Relentlessly, I pressed on, teasing his fleshy member with my lips and tongue. My hands went down to cup his balls, gently massaging them.
“They feel full,” I noted.
“They are full,” he breathed.
“I'm going to suck it now,” I said in my most seductive voice and then popped the tip into my mouth.
Chase moaned, bucking up into me until it almost triggered my gag reflex. Just when I was about to pull up, he tangled his hands into my hair, forcing me back down again. Any attempt at suppressing my gag reflex was lost, and I coughed wildly around his cock. This didn't seem to faze him at all though. With his hands twisted in my hair, Chase began pumping in and out of my mouth, taking complete control. It was a side of him that I hadn't seen before, dominant and carnal, and it drove me absolutely wild.
My cunt pulsed with each thrust of his throbbing manhood into my mouth. Tears cascaded down my cheeks from my face being overfilled, and I counted them as tears of joy. He fucked my mouth mercilessly, until I could feel drops of his pre-seed painting the back of my throat. I slurped and swallowed them as best I could, feeling like I had a pretty good handle on things. Then he groaned, his whole body tensing as he thrust his hips up into me and held them there. Warm seed spurted into my mouth, overwhelming me. I opened my throat and let it slide down, devouring the full salty load. When Chase finally let go of my hair, I pulled back, panting in disbelief of what had just happened.
The expression on his face was absolutely euphoric, and when he finally opened his eyes, he whispered, “That's what you get for being such a tease.”
I lay beside him, stunned. “I'll have to tease you more often then. That was amazing.”
“Really?” He gave me an uncertain look.
“Really. I like it that you took control. It made me all hot and bothered.” I traced the groove in his hip with my fingertip, licking the remnants of his seed off my lips.
“I'll keep that in mind.” He grinned.
I snuggled up against him, laying my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. His warm arm around my shoulder made me feel safe and secure and loved. It was a rather wonderful feeling.
“So, have you given anymore thought to us?” he asked, sounding nervous.
My lips sulked into a soft frown. For as much as I did care about Chase, I still wasn't sure if I was ready for a relationship.
“Can I have a little more time?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent and sweet as possible.
He sighed, “More time. Sure. Well, what do you want to do until you decide?”
“I can think of some things.” My lecherous grin returned as I began to play with his tool, running my fingers up and down the length and watching as it responded to my touch.
“You're so naughty.”
I lifted my head, gazing into his eyes. “Naughty, and wanting you inside of me.”
“I think that can be arranged.” He began to sit up, but I pushed him back down.
“I want to be on top,” I said, climbing over him.
His eyes widened as I grabbed the base of his shaft, pumping it a few times until he was fully engorged. Then I lifted myself up, positioning the head against my wet slit. Chase groaned as I lowered myself, engulfing him in my soft folds. There was a small sting as the tip went inside, but once I started sliding down the shaft, the most prominent feeling was stretching and fullness. His cock spread me uncomfortably wide, making my skin feel like it might tear from his impressive girth. Despite the unpleasantness of this sensation, my clit was going buck wild, throbbing and threatening to send me over the edge. By the time I was all the way down on his rod, my body was rolling in contractions from a surprise orgasm. I shuddered as I held myself steady, embarrassed by my own lack of self-control.
“Damn. Your dick really does have some magical power over me,” I commented.
The orgasm wasn't the best I ever had, but it was still pleasant. My body stilled on top of Chase, waiting for the contractions to stop. He didn't seem to be patient though. At the first squeeze of my tunnel on his manhood, he began thrusting, gliding his slick member in and out of me.
I allowed him to take control again, losing everything I had learned from the girl in Damien's video. I simply sat there, holding myself up on top of Chase while he moved in and out of me. Eventually, he grabbed my hips, bouncing me on his cock. When our bodies collided, a tremor of pain would ripple through me, as if he was plunging too deep inside, but the hot friction of our bodies moving together helped to balance the pain out with pleasure.
It wasn't long before he was urging me off of him so that his balls could expend their load. I watched the drippy seed leave his meat stick. The puddle that pooled on his stomach was small, and I wondered if it had been the same amount that went into my mouth. Probably not. It looked like there was only about a teaspoon on his stomach. It felt like he had emptied half a cup into my mouth, though I knew that wasn't realistic.
My cell phone rang, and I reached across Chase's panting body to grab it. The name on the caller ID made all the joy drain from my face. Damien Reed. I hit the reject button and turned my phone off, silently cursing him for ruining my mood.
“Who was it?” Chase asked.
“Telemarketer,” I grumbled.
“So annoying.”
“Yeah.”
“So, are you hungry?” He sat up, quickly scouring the room for a sock to clean himself off with.
“I could eat,” I admitted.
“Want to order a pizza?”
“Sure.”
The rest of the night was spent in comfortable contentment. We got dressed, and watched TV until the pizza arrived. Then he put on some silly romance movie while we ate. I was certain it was an attempt to make me want him as a boyfriend, and to be honest, it kind of worked.