CHAPTER TEN
College had turned me into a sexual deviant. There was no other excuse for the way I was behaving. In the span of only a few weeks, I went from innocent virgin to wild nymphet.
When Chase knocked on the door to my father's house, I practically pulled him inside, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and locking our lips together in a heated kiss. I needed sex, and he was the only way I'd be getting it until the weekend came around, and it was time for my lessons with Damien Reed. There was no way I could hold out until then.
“I made you dinner,” I said, breaking away from the kiss.
“I ate before I got here.” Chase cowered a bit, as if he thought I would be angry.
The dinner was supposed to be a surprise, so I couldn't exactly fault him for not knowing about it. While I was a bit disappointed, I had another surprise up my sleeve that I knew he wouldn't pass up on.
“That's fine.” I smiled at him. “That just means we can get to dessert faster.” Taking Chase by the hand, I led him into the living room and sat him down on the sofa. “You stay right here. I'll be back with dessert.”
“Chey, I'm really not hungry.”
“It's not that kind of dessert.”
“It's not?” He looked genuinely confused.
“Nu uh.” I shook my head.
“Oh . . . Oh!” The light bulb came on. “I'll just sit here and wait for my dessert then.”
I scurried off to my room with a wicked grin on my lips. Earlier, I had made a pit stop at Victoria's Secret, but what I got from there didn't leave a whole lot of secret. The outfit was adorably sexy, a white teddy with Marabou fur over the breasts and pubic area. It came with a rhinestone collar and matching cat ears. I had always loved cats. In fact, I had been a cat every year for Halloween, for as long as I could remember. Needless to say, I had fallen in love with the little seductive cat lingerie as soon as I spied it on the rack.
I fastened the collar around my neck, gave my red hair a good fluffing, made sure everything was in place, and then strode out of the room with one dainty foot in front of the other as if I was the cat's meow. Chase growled the second he laid eyes on me, though I think that he actually meant to purr, holding his arms out in my direction and making grabby hands.
“Sexy naughty kitty,” he said, smiling like an idiot.
“Your sexy naughty kitty,” I told him as I crawled up onto his lap.
To my surprise, he gave my bottom a good slap, and I gasped at the pleasurable twitch it caused between my thighs.
“I'm a little disappointed it didn't come with a cat tail,” I admitted.
“You look gorgeous.”
“I know, but a cat costume should come with a cat tail, even if it is just lingerie.”
“Count yourself as a sexy little Manx.” He growled at me again, and I giggled.
His hands wandered my body, his eyes taking in the sexy lingerie. Chase twisted a finger into the Marabou, examining it. Then he gripped the front of my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. I moaned against his mouth, quickly becoming aroused by his forcefulness.
He reached a hand between my legs, petting at my folds over the thin lingerie. The fabric moistened at his very touch, speaking volumes about my desire for him.
I broke free from the kiss, leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Put your fingers inside of me.”
Almost instantly, I felt the bulge in his pants grow even larger, my lusty words quickly swelling his impressive cock. His hands groped me with no real haste, moving over my breasts, down my sides, around to my back. He gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against him. Then he reached around to fumble with the clasp on my top, apparently forgetting my request to be fingered. It didn't matter though. I was just happy to be touched by loving hands—hands that would never do me any harm.
When the top of my lingerie slipped down over my breasts, Chase quickly took a nipple into his mouth, sucking fervently as he ground his thick member up between my legs. I groaned, the friction of it causing my pussy to throb with want. He was being a dirty rotten tease, and I loved it.
When he was done sucking my right nipple, he moved on to the left, giving it equal attention. His hands kneaded my breasts as he sucked, his fingers pressing deep into their pillowy softness, almost to the point of pain. I licked my bottom lip as he moved back to the first nipple, flicking his tongue across the taut peak and then biting it gently, sending a jolt of electric pleasure straight to my clit.
Almost involuntarily, I began grinding myself against him, my hips writhing from intense arousal. He took my hand, guiding it down between his legs. The bulge in his pants felt painfully tight, and I worked with haste to unleash the monster within. His tool pulsed in my hand when I took hold of it. I had forgotten what my grinding did to him. The tip was slick with pre-seed, glistening and yummy looking.
My hand grasped his shaft, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin as I worked it back and forth over his hard meat stick. Chase buried his face between my breasts, moaning.
“Chey, I can't wait much longer,” he warned.
“Good, because neither can I.”
I crawled off of his lap to pull off the rest of my lingerie, leaving on the collar and cat ears. He licked his lips as he watched, picking up where I left off stroking his cock.
“Aren't you worried your dad might come home?” he asked, though his expression showed little concern.
“Not really. He's going to be out on the road for a while still.”
“I'm not sure I'm too comfortable screwing in your dad's living room. Sorry, I'm just a bit paranoid.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “We can go to my room, but you better be naked by the time we get there.”
“You want me to strip as I walk?” he laughed incredulously.
“You better, or I won't give you any of this kitty,” I lied, rubbing my hands down my body for effect.
“Stripping it is,” he said, standing and unbuttoning his shirt as he followed me toward my room.
We had to stop a few times so that he wouldn't fall over when he was taking off his shoes. It was a bit comical, tainting the sexy mood with laughter. I didn't mind though. Being with Chase was fun. He knew how to laugh and have a good time, unlike some other man I knew.
By the time we got to my room, Chase and I were both butt naked. He backed me up toward the bed, looking especially sexy as he towered over me. Then he pushed me, causing me to gasp as my ass hit the mattress and bounced. Before I could recompose myself, he was lifting my legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them. This time when I gasped, it was from pure pleasure.
His tongue worked skillfully on my button, rubbing back and forth, over, and under, and around. My mouth was a permanent O as his tongue plowed into my hole, then licked all the way up over my nub. Soon, he had me arching my back and grasping at the comforter, my breath absolutely ragged.
“Finger me,” I begged, and he was happy to oblige, stuffing two thick fingers into my waiting cunt at once.
My tunnel squeezed around them, my body firing off into a delicious orgasm. I tried not to wiggle too much as the contractions rolled through me, wondering if he could feel them under his tongue. It sure felt like he could.
When he finally sat up, detaching his mouth from my sensitive bits, I grabbed at his shoulders, working to pull him on top and inside of me. His cock plunged into my depths, causing me to cry out in pleasure. The way it hammered into me made feel full and satisfied. I wrapped my arms around Chase's shoulders, and then squealed as he began to lift me up.
It took me a few minutes to realize what he was doing. My grip tightened around his shoulders as he held me up, impaling me on his cock. Each reckless thrust caused me to whimper as he reached impossible depths within me. Never before had I been so stuffed full of cock, my body weight helping to make his penetration as deep as it could get. I worried the entire neighborhood would hear me as he speared into me, bouncing me on his thick rod until I felt absolutely drilled.
It wasn't long before his strength waned, and I was set back down onto the bed. Despite the both of us struggling for breath, Chase didn't seem like he needed a break. He turned me around, then stepped up between my legs to take me doggy style. My body welcomed his cock past my folds and back inside, and I squeezed around him teasingly. That was met with a slap across the ass, and my cunt tingled from the painful stimulation.
“More,” I begged. “Spank me as you fuck me.”
His hand slapped across my ass repeatedly, sending that delicious stinging through my backside while his swollen cock worked to fill me up and set my body on fire. The sensation of everything was almost more than I could bear, and with a few extra thrusts, I found myself falling over the edge again, sinking into the blissful ocean of sexual insanity. Wave after wave pulsed through my pussy, milking Chase's cock. Almost before my own orgasm had ebbed, he was pulling out, grunting and moaning as his manhood released its seed onto my back.
I sighed contently, resting my face on the comforter with my ass still sticking up in the air. My warm center felt absolutely delightful; my body was completely satisfied.
Once we had cleaned up, Chase pulled me into his arms, nuzzling me affectionately. “Can I stay the night tonight? We've been having sex for a while now, but I still don't know what it feels like to sleep beside you.”
It was an incredibly sweet thing to say and made my heart flutter with warm feelings. How could I possibly deny him?
Not everything was rainbows and butterflies though. In the stillness of the night, as we lie together with his arms wrapped protectively around me, my mind thought of another man. Damien Reed. To think about him after just intimately being with Chase made me feel like a horrible person. He was always in the back of my mind though, seducing me.
Chase was a good man—a sweet, loving, caring, wonderful man. And sex with him was incredible. But he still didn't entice the arousal that Damien did. All I had to do was look at the man and my clit would start throbbing with want. The sight of him was like a powerful aphrodisiac. And when we were together . . . it was all sparks.
I lay in bed for several hours more, thinking about what my next lesson with Damien would be and feeling incredibly guilty for allowing my mind to wander elsewhere when it should have been focused on Chase. He was asleep now though, snoring loudly into my ear. It was part of the reason I was still awake, but I dare not stir him.
Be content, Chey. You're having your cake and eating it too. But cake only lasts for so long.