My hand seemed to have its own homing device when it flew straight to Chase’s cock. We’d only been in the car for a few minutes, but already it had a mind of its own. I finally had him all to myself, and I wasn’t wasting another second. He glanced down and I scooted over. Well, as much as I could with a center console digging into my hip.
Screw this. Right then I didn’t care about the ‘click it or ticket.’ I popped off the seat belt and kneeled on the seat, facing him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Counting on you to drive safely while I suck you off.”
“Jillian….”
His facial expression was pretending to be all strict and sensible, but his erection was reckless. It didn’t seem to give a fuck about vehicular rules and regulations.
He hissed through his teeth when I slipped my hand inside. “Jillian… should I pull over?”
“No, I don’t want to take any extra time getting home.”
God, I felt like a horndog. As if Chase weren’t enough to rev me up, I had my greedy egg goading me to give it some sperm. It was pushing, pushing, pushing… trying to make me forgo all rational thought and hump him hard, even though I had no rubbers in my purse. Gimme, gimme, gimme.
“Just be extra careful going down Richland,” I said, working the zipper down. “There’s always a cop sitting there, and I wouldn’t want you to swerve and get pulled over for drunk driving.”
He opened his mouth, but I moved my head down before any words could leave it. For all I knew, it never closed. My eyes were too focused on the prize. His fat, juicy cock was out and against my lips, and my pussy was pissed.
Wrong end! I heard screaming from my entire reproductive system. All the parts were ganging up on me, and I was positive they were throwing rocks down there based on all the pounding and throbbing going on.
I did my best to tune it out as I slid my mouth down his shaft, my tongue tasting the hot skin. Tasting Chase. Damn, this perfect cock was mine. Gimme, gimme, gimme.
“Fuck, Jillian.” His hand touched the back of my head briefly before bringing it back to the steering wheel. The console was crushing my chest, but nothing I couldn’t handle.
I took him back into my throat as far as I could. I wanted to gag on him; I wanted everything at that moment. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever made him come before while driving. In the car, yes, but maybe not while he was focusing on the road. We’d done so many things in so many places, it’d all clumped together into one giant pulsating sexual organism, like we’d created some new species whose main purpose was seeking pleasure.
Oh yeah. That already existed. It was called a human. My body reminded me of that by banging away inside. I’d never been interested in a threesome before, but I’d give a hell of a lot to have Chase cloned and behind me right then.
His pulse vibrated against my lips as I pulled up slowly. I could feel he was close by the way he hardened further in my mouth, making my jaw ache and my eyes water. I loved every second of it. I flicked my tongue around, the skin so tight and hot and—
I was yanked off. His hand tangled in my hair and held me back. I glanced up. “But you were right there.”
“Why do you think I stopped you?”
“Come on, Chase. Please.” I tried bringing my head back down, but he had me tight. “I’ll beg if you want. Please come in my mouth. I’ll swallow you all down and lick—”
“Jesus, Jillian. You’re going to get us both killed.”
“I’m horny, Chase.”
“I can see that.”
“So what’s the problem here? Don’t you want to come down my throat?”
He made a growl-like noise but still didn’t let me go. He was going to get cramps in his fingers. My scalp was tender from how hard he was gripping my hair. But I still had my hands, and I almost giggled over it. I made a move to wrap one around, getting as far as touching the tip, but he slapped it away.
“That couldn’t have been too safe,” I said. “Shouldn’t you keep at least one hand on the wheel at all times?”
“Dammit, Jillian.”
“You’re a little tense. You know what works well for that?”
I was on a sex-fueled mission. Thank fuck Chase was being the responsible one because I certainly wasn’t. Even my brainless hormones could see that. They just didn’t care.
I flicked my eyes up again to see him staring straight ahead, remaining silent. My boobs would have Ford logo indents, and my upper body would be sore the next day from the way I was hunched over and stuck in one position, but I liked his fist in my hair. I liked the passion of it. I liked how he had to use a little force to keep me in check because he couldn’t trust himself not to come if he set me free.
But I’d probably like all that a little more if I could just suck his cock at the same time.
“You should let me go.”
“No.”
“It’s not like you wouldn’t get hard again immediately.”
“Fuck, Jillian. It’s not about that. I told you I was too close. I am not going to lose myself even for a second and risk something happening to you.”
In addition to my raging tingles, I also had a case of the warm fuzzies. “You know one of the gazillion things I love about you, Chase Nolan? As much as I like being responsible and completely in charge of my own life, I sometimes don’t want that all the time.”
I tried to see how much time we had left in the car based on the limited view I had outside the window. But if you’ve seen one streetlight, you’ve seen them all.
“Sometimes I just want to not think at all. I love how I can do that with you and never have to worry. I trust you to look out for me during those times when I want to tell the grown-up me to fuck off.” I cracked a smile. It was a little comical to be having a somewhat serious conversation while his hard-on stared me down and his tight grip kept me away from it. But I could guarantee I was soaked through.
“Sometimes, Chase, I just want to say ‘screw the consequences’ and do nothing but fuck.”
“Oh, you’ll get fucked, all right.”
I instantly felt the heat in his words shooting through me. His voice could melt me and mold me back together many times over.
“When?” I whispered.
There seemed to be a few minutes of silence before he raised his arm and I heard the whirring of the garage door. I didn’t even have time to get excited about it because he was immediately dragging me out the driver’s side, hand still locked at my head, as I scrambled over the console and seat.
He pulled me out of the garage and into the basement, the door cranking closed behind us. I knew his cock was still out, but as I went to grab it, he put his mouth on mine and steered me flat against the wall. When he loosened his grip on my hair, I had a rush of pinpricks to my scalp.
His hands tugged up my shirt and bra, pinching my nipples until I squirmed. I squeezed my legs together, but he kicked them apart. His kiss was drowning me while his touch saved me. Holding me still, fingertips sliding down my stomach, his palm pressing between my thighs and taking possession.
God, I wanted it. Badly. Hard. Any way except not now.
“Chase….” I moaned against his lips, and he swore something under his breath. His mouth traveled down to my neck, down, down, down as I turned my head to the side and spotted the love seat through the open door of the rec room. I decided I wanted to get fucked over that.
But first I needed a fucking condom.
I was damn near close, but I wasn’t so far gone not to realize that. Once we had the house to ourselves again permanently, I vowed to keep them stocked in every room. I needed him to run up and grab one because I couldn’t be trusted on the stairs. With my wobbly legs, I’d fall and crack my head open.
“Chase,” I breathed out, trembling like a fool because he was hauling down my pants, his lips following each step of the way, material pushed aside. “We need—ahhhhhhh.”
Once he had his tongue on me, I was done for. The blast came swiftly, knocking me harder to the wall, rolling me against it. “So fucking good, Jillian.” I heard his words as I rode out the last wave, still aroused as hell but simmered. I could probably make it up the stairs in one piece now since I was more stirred than shaken.
I slid down the wall, lowering myself to meet his face. His eyes were the deepest green as they peered back at me, and I could read the desire in them. I reached over and grasped for him, surprised to feel something other than bare skin.
“When did you put this away?” I asked softly, stroking him through his pants. But what I wasn’t surprised to feel was hardness. He had to be hurting by that point.
“When I knew I was getting too close. I didn’t want to scare you.”
Oh. He was taking care of me again. The green grew blurry as his mouth crashed on mine, and he expressed that desire through his kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, a new round of lust sweeping through me. I continued to caress him through the fabric, needing him out again. I wanted us both on level ground before we started up again.
“Take these off, Chase. Please,” I said when my mouth had a moment free. “I want to make you come now.” I smiled. “Now that you’re not operating any heavy machinery.”
His breath was hot against my neck. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get fucked, Wild Horses?”
God, yes. All I needed was a little more time, and I’d be right back to where I was before. That’s why I needed to do this now.
“We have all night, all weekend. Let me do this for you first, and then we’ll start all over again. You can fuck me so hard I won’t even know my own name anymore. I’ll only know yours.”
He scraped his jaw along my cheek, the stubble feeling stronger than before. Every part that made him a man slammed into me with such little contact, taking my breath away and making me dizzy. All my senses were in overdrive as he stared into my eyes again, the black crowding out the green.
His lips curved. “It’s a deal.”
He gave me one last kiss before he stood, bringing out that beautiful cock and rubbing it against my lips. I put my hands around the steel base and a shiver snaked through me. How did I ever get so lucky?
“No hands, Jillian.” I dropped them to my side. “Open.”
My lips parted and he glided over my tongue, filling my mouth, not stopping until I thought I possibly couldn’t handle any more. It hit my throat and I had a moment of struggle as I regained my breath, calming the reflex that was pushing him away. I didn’t want him away. I wanted to take it.
He held the back of my head, his fingers stroking as he pushed inside a little deeper, and I needed to adjust all over again. I tried to pull back on instinct, even though I was fighting myself not to.
“Just let go. Relax your throat and stay still. Let me fuck your mouth.” I glanced up to see him watching me so intensely, looking so damned turned on that it set me on fire. He moved his hand around to my face, tracing circles over my cheeks and around my stretched upper lip.
“I’ll be gentle, baby.” He drew his cock out enough for me to loosen and then moved it back in, his fingers dropping down to my caress my neck. “It won’t take much longer now.”
He thrust into me deeply but slowly, challenging me and making me so fucking wet. His touch all over my throat and face made it even more erotic, and I moaned around him. That seemed to push him over, because right after that I was sputtering again, swallowing as fast as I was able. He held himself securely in my mouth, and I took him all down just like I’d tried so hard to do in the car.
He pulled out and I tasted him along the way, a mixture of both of us on my tongue. He was now in that period of relaxed satisfaction while I was all fueled back up and ready to go.
Condom. Now.
I knew he’d be ready to go again soon too, and I wanted to be prepared for it. I stood, and he brought my mouth to his. Mmm… so fucking hot. I moved my lips over and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
I sprinted up to my bedroom, my legs making me proud. I yanked open my bedside dresser drawer and rummaged through. That was the only place I kept them now, besides my purse occasionally, but I already knew I was fresh out there. I shoved aside crumpled Post-its and free-floating mints and empty Kleenex packages and so many damn pencils, but think I could find just one foil wrapper peeking out somewhere? I should’ve had several left, so where the hell could they be hiding?
Argh. I started tossing stuff onto the floor. This was not cool. At all. Like I needed a cassette tape of stress-relieving meditations? What the fuck? Well, maybe I needed stress relief at the moment, but I wouldn’t get it with a broken cassette player that’d been in my garage since the early 90s. This was frickin’ ridiculous. It got added to the floor with the rest of the crap.
I hadn’t heard Chase until he was right behind me, his front to my back, one hand reaching around my waist, the other tugging his shirt over his head. He let his arm drop and the shirt went sailing off to the side.
“Leaving me in the middle of sex to clean out your junk drawer?” I crouched down thinking I saw something crinkly, but it was only a vitamin packet. “That could give a guy a complex.”
“You know that’s not what I’m doing.” I sighed when I heard his pants drop behind me. I was getting frustrated as all hell. That was a more accurate description of what I was up to. “And we weren’t in the middle of sex. We were trying to start it. That’s why I’m up here.”
“You don’t think that was sex to me, Jillian?”
He raised me up, lifting my shirt and bra off along the way until I was just standing in my underwear. He grasped my hips and brought me back against him. My frustration skyrocketed when I could feel him poking into my back. He dragged my hair aside and kissed across my shoulder.
“Chase, please say you have a condom.” He kissed along the other side, and I started shivering again although it was about twenty degrees warmer up there.
He skimmed a hand down my stomach. “You feel so good,” he said, moving over to the top of my thigh then in between.
“You do too. That’s the problem.” He traced his fingers over the lacey border, and I mewled. Thump, thump, thump. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
“No, I don’t. You keep them here.”
“But I can’t find any.” I think it came out more like a whine, but my body was craving that hard fuck and he was making this very difficult for me. I was a massive heartbeat all over again. I had my naked boyfriend behind me with his freakishly strong cock taunting me, and I had to keep my back to him and my pussy locked down. And to top it off, my drives were urging me hard to rip off that final piece of clothing and flip my legs over my head. Gimme, gimme, gimme.
When his fingertips bumped over my clit, I jolted. “God, Chase. We have to stop. I’m going crazy here.” I slipped away from him and dropped belly first onto the bed. “You have no idea how badly I need this right now. No. Idea.”
I was running through all the stores in the area, wondering if any of them were still open. I’d always become more aroused during this time, but it never was that big of an issue. Not until Chase. I was already dangerously attracted to him, but my body also seemed to recognize his virility, and it wanted to eat it up something fierce.
He lay on the bed beside me, trailing his fingers up and down my back, over my fabric-covered ass, cupping it in his palm. “I really hate how you’re touching me right now.” He paused. “It feels too good.”
He chuckled, starting back up again. “I can still make you come, Jillian. A lot.”
I knew it wasn’t that catastrophic. We could have plenty of fun anyway, and we could pick up supplies in the morning—a whole case. And if I just waited another forty-eight hours, we could be barebacking it again. But despite all that, I was being a big ole selfish baby. I wanted what I wanted. Now.
“Or we could not use anything,” he said.
I whipped my head to face him. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about having sex. Without anything between us.”
“Are you insane?” I scooted away so his erection was no longer pressing against my hip. As if I had to worry about it snaking around and slipping in somehow.
“Jillian….”
My heart was pounding hard but for different reasons. “No, Chase. I’ll give you a pass on this one because I know my eggs are super slutty for you. You’re not thinking straight.”
“What?”
“They’re sashaying around in stilettos and garters coaxing your extra-strength sperm to just come a little closer. Teasing. ‘It’s okay, just come on over, you sweet, young thing. A little closer now. I won’t hurt you. Closer, closer.’ Then bam! Gotcha!”
“I have no idea what you’re saying, Jillian.” He tried pulling me back to him, but I moved even farther away. “What the…?”
“I can’t have that near me right now.”
“What the hell? What exactly do you think I’m going to do?”
“Um… maybe suggest that we shouldn’t use protection when you know very well I have a frickin’ egg hanging out in my fallopian tube just hoping something strong and healthy will swim up and fertilize it. Is that specific enough for you?”
“Jillian, calm down. You’re acting a little crazy here.”
“Of course I am. How can you even suggest something like this? When I said that at times I wanted to screw the consequences, this is not what I was referring to.”
He rested his hand on my back. “Is this okay? I can’t be a hundred percent, but I’m pretty confident that no sperm will come out of my hand and find your fallopian tube.”
“Very funny.”
His hand went up to my hair, stroking it, tickling it over my neck. “Jillian, I wasn’t suggesting taking that chance right now. I more just wanted to have a conversation about it.”
“Like I said, first time—free pass. It was the heat of the moment. Next time? No. If there’s conversation involved that means intellect is coming into it, and then it won’t make sense anymore.”
“You’re not making sense.”
“And what if I would’ve said, ‘Sure. Let’s play that game of Russian Roulette.’ What then?”
“Then we would’ve had that conversation. Do you honestly think I would do anything to hurt you? Trick you into something you’re not ready for? As you said, I look out for you. I did downstairs while you were having a ‘heat of the moment.’ I knew how you’d worry to be uncovered and next to me, so I made sure that didn’t happen. And I would have done the same up here.”
“I would have snapped out of it before it got too far. I always do.”
“I know that, Jillian, but you tend to get scared before you even need to be. And I don’t ever want you scared with me.”
“I’m scared right now.”
“Oh, baby. Tell me what you’re scared of.”
He succeeded in hauling part of me over to him. I lay sideways with my upper half over his chest and the lower half safely to the bed. Yeah, I was a bit on the paranoid side, but so the fuck what? I needed that to feel comfortable.
“All this. Discussing something so foolish. This isn’t like you, Chase. Do you have some fetish I don’t know about yet? Does it excite you to take this kind of risk, to see how many times we can beat the odds? Because nothing could be more of a mood killer for me. This is my body you’re talking about playing with here.”
“Jillian, up. Look at me.” I picked up my head, and after all that time of trying to bring me closer, he was now lifting me off him. “How can you think that about me?”
I sat cross-legged next to him, a blanket pulled up to my chest. He didn’t seem to give a damn about covering himself. “I really don’t, Chase. I know that’s not you. You’re never careless with me. That’s what makes it all the more confusing why you want to do it now.”
He palmed the back of my head and kissed my forehead. “I love you. This isn’t about playing a game. This is about forever. There was nothing ‘heat of the moment’ about it. It was only about opening up the communication. That’s all, Jillian. Discussing the possibility of us creating a baby together. Not due to a risk, but a conscious choice.”
That’s all, Jillian? Holy. Fuck.