Chase 

 

“Oh my God,” Naomi breathed, leaned into me and spoke in my ear, “Isn’t that Blow Job Girl?”

I reclined back with scrunched brows and watched her jerk her head toward the bar while she informed me, “She keeps looking this way; I wonder if she knows me,” Naomi moved her eyes over to the bar.

I followed the direction of her gaze and froze as I saw Blondie’s eyes were focused on me and grumbled, “Fuck.”

Looking to Naomi, I heard her whisper, “Did you have sex with her?”

“No,” I told her quickly. “Just what you saw.”

Her eyes squinted. “You sure?”

“Fuck, yes, I’m sure,” I expressed firmly.

Up until now, everything between us had been going great.

When Naomi had left for work that morning, I’d gone over some stuff for Dark Edges. I didn’t want to tell her but I was thinking of letting the business go, closing up shop and moving on. Maybe I was being optimistic or even jumping the gun, but the PI business was a 24-7 type of job. The last thing I wanted was to leave Naomi in the middle of the night to go and sit at some stakeout or attend a party as someone else.

Therefore, as I’d scanned the new e-mails about cases, I’d taken the easiest one which was looking for a mole inside an advertising firm. Lame and definitely a case I’d normally pass over, but I’d be able to work from home and be there when she was.

That evening, we’d eaten our tacos at the dining room table and I honestly couldn’t remember ever sitting and having a meal there. But Naomi had insisted, so we did and it was nice to just sit and talk while we ate. I was beginning to notice that all the little things the guys had talked about doing with women, or even stuff I’d witnessed that I thought I didn’t want, I actually did.

So now there we were at Rusty’s having just met Lane and his new girlfriend, Ashley, an hour ago. When I glanced to where they’d been sitting they were gone. I scanned the bar and caught him playing pool, his new girl hanging on him. “What do you think of Ashley?” I asked Naomi with my eyes directed toward the pool table.

“She’s….”

When Naomi didn’t finish, I turned to her and she shrugged.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” I mumbled.

“Here she comes,” Naomi whispered and my eyes moved to where hers were focused.

Shit!

“Well, hello, stranger,” Blondie cooed sarcastically and turned to Naomi. “Just so you know, he’s gonna use you for a blow job in the parking lot.”

Without a missed beat, Naomi gave a small chuckle. “No, honey, he’s not because…” She looked to me and grinned, then turned back to Blondie. “We usually fuck at his place. Oh,” she added, “and there was that time in the new-construction home.” She aimed a fierce look at Blondie and finished, “But that was after dinner with his family.”

Blondie huffed and her beady hazel eyes came to me. “You’re an asshole.”

I shrugged, grabbed Naomi around the waist with one arm, and kissed her. Blondie walked away grumbling something as I detached my lips from Naomi’s.

“I’m impressed,” I said against her lips.

Naomi bit out quietly, “I better not have to do that again, Chase.”

I grinned at her. She scowled at me.

The guys and I never came to Rusty’s on Tuesdays because they were karaoke nights. Tonight it’d been Lane’s idea; well, more his new girl’s idea, so we could meet her. Russell had had an emergency with one of his patients and couldn’t make it, which I’d noticed these emergencies happening more frequently lately.

So after an hour and a half of horrible singing, I was more than ready to leave. But Naomi was tipsy and she wanted to give it a try.

She walked onto the stage and I took her in again, because she was that gorgeous. Her long brown curls were held back with the black beanie on her head. The black-and-gray striped sweater she wore hugged her perfect tits, making me want to grab the soft material in my hands. And the snug pair of faded blue jeans fit her ass with precision, the black Chucks on her feet putting it all together, showcasing the cute side of her.

But then I instantly got angry, for she was now on display for all eyes in the bar. Men whistled, called out flatteries and cheered. The young scrawny surfer-looking DJ bent to whisper in her ear and placed his puny hand on her upper arm.

I quickly rose, causing the table to move and the glasses to wobble.

“Chase,” Lane called with a hand on my forearm.

His contact had my head turning to him.

“Sit. She’s fine, man,” he said gently.

My eyes went back to Naomi on the stage and the DJ who was now back in his booth. I made a mental note to come back next Tuesday and scare the little fucker until he pissed his pants.

Slowly sitting back down, I looked to Lane and he released his grip on my arm.

“We’re right here, man. She’s good, yeah?” he probed.

I took a swig of my beer before answering, “Yeah.”

“God, she’s so cute,” Ashley fussed, looking at the stage. “She could have, like, any guy in this bar.”

My blood started to heat and I took in the grimy men that littered half the bar. And most, if not all, eyes were directed toward the stage and this made my heated blood begin to boil and I took in a deep breath to calm myself.

I need a fucking smoke.

“Ashley!” Lane chided.

Her head spun to face him. “What?”

Lane glanced to me then back to her as he shook his head.

“Oh,” she drawled. “My bad.”

I started to question Lane’s judgment as I didn’t know what in the fuck he saw in Ashley, but I had to trust that he knew what he was doing. Apparently there was something that attracted him to her, as these thoughts ran through my mind, the music started and my eyes quickly moved to the stage.

“We have the adorable Naomi singing Perrin Lamb’s “Everyone’s Got Something.” Let’s give her a round of applause everyone,” the DJ spoke over the background music.

The crowd went wild and my head was going to fucking explode. Naomi smiled, mouthing a thank you to the audience and the guys’ whistling and hollering became deafening. Yeah, I was ready to kill every fucker in the place with my bare hands.

Lane’s hand landed on my arm again. “She’s good.”

I nodded sucking in a calming breath.

I’d never heard the song that she’d requested and with my eyes glued to her, I waited for the words. The low strumming of the guitar began and I listened as her soft voice started to sing. Her eyes were focused on the monitor in front of her and it wasn’t until the second verse that she lifted her head and brought her beautiful brown eyes to me. Her body started to sway as she put more thought behind every word. As if she were trying to get her point across.

I gripped the bottle of beer so hard the paper label crinkled and Lane tugged it from my firm hold and moved it away, but my eyes never left her mesmerizing gaze. The thundering of the drum and strains of the guitar echoed through the bar and her soft voice sang the words to the song that I knew had meaning behind them.

And I took them all in.

And that’s when I realized she was my one and only weakness. 

Before she was even done, I rose and grabbed her jacket and told Lane, “We’re outta here.”

He chuckled before mumbling, “Yeah, kinda figured that was coming. Hit me up tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Ashley cried. “Why are you guys leaving?”

“We are?” Naomi asked when she stepped up to the table.

“Yes,” I rumbled. “Put your jacket on.” I helped her get it on then grabbed the keys from my pocket, snatching her hand and pulling her toward the door.

“Chase!” she shouted but I ignored her. She tugged on my hand but I dismissed it. “Why are we leaving?”

As soon as we were out the door, I turned to her. “Why’d you sing that song?”

“I….” She stammered. “Well… I….”

“Exactly,” I clipped.

The ride home was silent. She tried to talk, but I didn’t let her. My blood was still boiling from all the guys checking out my woman. This feeling was all too new to me and I hadn’t known how to handle it. I’d never experienced it before, but it felt like jealousy. I wanted to brand her, mark her as mine for the world to see.

There was only one way I knew how to do that.

Once inside the penthouse, she threw her purse onto the counter and her jacket to the couch. I watched the fury in her eyes when she turned and stared at me.

“Can we fucking talk now about what just happened?” she sassed with her hands on her hips.

The only problem with her attitude was that she thought it was threatening, I thought it was fucking adorable, not to mention, my damn cock twitched to fuck it out of her. I sauntered over to the couch with my eyes boring into hers. The closer I got, her chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“Chase,” she said carefully, losing all the attitude.

I raised an arm, grabbed the back of my shirt, and pulled it over my head, throwing it to the side. Her stare dropped to my chest and I kept moving, continuing to divest myself of clothing.

“First,” I started as I stopped and kicked off my boots, “I’m gonna take that mouth, make it mine.”

Her fists flexed and her lips parted.

“Then…” Pants and boxer briefs were next and flung to the side and I finally reached her roughly whispering, “I’m gonna eat that pussy till your body is trembling and your juices are flowing down my throat.”

Her eyes went wide and glossed over while her breathing staggered. “Chase….”

Her words stopped when I stood in front of her and began to remove her clothes one item at a time tossing them onto the trunk. I wrapped my arm around her waist, twisted, and dropped to the couch with her on top of me.

A rush of air escaped her lips and I grinned. My hand came up and I caressed the soft pink flush of skin on her cheek, her wanting but hesitant brown eyes never leaving my possessive stare. I moved my hand to the back of her head and put pressure there, but it wasn’t to bring her lips to mine. My arm around her waist moved to her bare ass, where I gripped a cheek. She gasped and I watched the hesitancy leave her gaze and refill with lust.

“Fucking perfect,” I rumbled before my mouth took hers. And… fuck, like always it was soft and so fucking inviting.

My tongue caressed the depths of her mouth, tasting and marking my brain with her. Her tongue touched mine with the same fierce desire, battling for dominance, but she knew that was something she’d never win. I tangled my hand in her hair and squeezed her ass, groaned and pressed my hard cock against her. She moaned and that rumble entered my mouth and floated down my throat. The softness of her tits pushing against me, caused an animalistic growl to escape my chest then I moved my mouth from hers to place soft kisses beneath her ear.

“You gonna ride my face, baby?” I rumbled in her ear.

She lifted her head and hit me with hazy eyes. Without a word she rose up off me, placed her hands on the armrest of the couch above my head, and lifted her left leg fitting it between my head and the back of the cushions while her right foot went to floor.

And… fuck! I had the perfect view with her wet cunt right above my mouth. Moving up, I saw her soft tits hanging with hard nipples, begging for my hands to grip them. Then I had her desire-filled eyes gazing down at me.

My hands to her hips, I lowered her onto my mouth and drove my tongue into her wet pussy. The sweetness caused a groan to escape my throat and her head fell back as she moaned. I rocked her hips then she took over and began to fuck my face, slowly moving back and forth. My tongue traced from her clit to her opening and her loud whimpering was driving me wild.

Letting go of her hips I moved my hands to grip her swaying tits where I squeezed her taut nipples hard. Her feral groan and breathy, “Oh God,” had her rocking quicker.

Watching her body move above me as I licked and sucked her cunt had my cock throbbing. “Mmm,” I mumbled against her pussy as I dipped my tongue deep inside her.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Fuck yes.”

Then she glanced down at me and the look in her normally soft brown eyes was hard. Her gentle face was racked by hunger, and as if the moment couldn’t get any better, she shocked the fucking shit out of me.

“You like eating my pussy?” her husky voice asked as she rose slightly off my tongue.

“You have no fucking idea how much I do,” I gruffly whispered.

“Yeah,” she drawled through a breath and lightly swayed her hips causing her essence to fill my senses and drive me fucking crazy.

I opened my mouth wide and let her caress her soaking cunt across my tongue. Eyes still fixed on hers, I watched her take over as her breaths became heavier. I twisted her nipples and her movements became jerky when my tongue glided over her swollen clit. Her thighs began to shake, I watched her stomach muscles tighten, and my fingers squeezed and rolled her stiff peaks.

Her moaning and whimpering became louder and she panted, “I’m gonna come.”

I nodded and watched the unadulterated ecstasy wash over her features as she cried out. Visions of the shadowed girl in the parking lot watching me floated through my head. Images of the sweet gorgeous girl on stage entered my mind. Pictures of the beautiful gentle-faced girl as she laughed soared through my head.

My girl.

My Naomi.

My… everything.

I let her tits go, and grabbing her hips firmly, hauled her down onto my face, then fitting my mouth over her opening, drove my tongue deep into her cunt and sucked. The pulsing against my mouth and juices flowing down my throat had me growling. Her body jerked and began to shudder through her orgasm and she leaned her head on the armrest, breathing heavily.

“Chase!” she screamed as I felt her pussy tighten and throb around my tongue, and then I was greeted with another gush of her sweet juices.

Before I sucked it all up, I yanked her from my mouth, moved her down my body and rammed my cock up into her. I held her hips still as I propelled mine up and fucked her with deep rough plunges into her dripping pussy. She moaned and cried out my name more times than I could count, but I was lost. Lost in the high of fucking her, making her mine.

The leather of the couch squeaking, our breathing intense, I drove into her repeatedly. Her legs quivered, her body grew taut, and she screamed, “Yes!”

When her pussy clutched my cock, I gave in to the hardest fucking release I’d ever had. Holding her flush to me, I rooted myself inside her as I came deep in her cunt, my jaw hurting as I clenched my teeth through it. She fell, giving me all her weight, her chest heaving against mine. We lay there with nothing but the sounds of our breathing steadying.  

The thickness of sex and the tension of unspoken words lingered in the air and we needed to talk and… I wanted to do it now.

“No,” I called softly. “Baby, I….”

“I’m hungry,” she said, cutting into my words.

I wrapped my arms tight around her. “Okay,” I said quietly. She knew I was ready to talk, but apparently she wasn’t.