My knees dig into the uneven surface, but the slight scraping against my skin is an afterthought. My thighs shake, the tremors having nothing to do with the way my body is positioned, and everything to with what’s keeping my hands busy and my mouth full. Chase’s constant teasing and touching has literally backed us both into the furthest corner. Me on my knees, his thick, veiny shaft, throbbing in my hands, and leaking on my tongue.

The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and a loud groan leaves his mouth. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back in a moment of pure satisfaction. “Fuck, you’re really good at that.”

I flick my eyes up at his compliment, the raw pleasure written all over his face has me damp with desire. I trace the shape of my lips with the head of his cock, smearing his precome all over my mouth. He bites his bottom lip, and shakes his head at my actions, just enough to know I’m driving him absolutely fucking crazy.

I should know better than to taunt him. Hell, I should know better than to explore this attraction, period. But I’ve decided Chase isn’t a man you say no to. Whether the orgasm is mine or his, it’s something I’m going to let happen. It’s just sex. Two people chasing a high. Last night was the most relaxed I’d felt in months. His touch was like an antidote, one I need to quiet my tangled up mess of a mind. I slept better than I have in years, my usual worry and anxiety waning into nothingness. I want that. Always. And if I have to keep Chase around to make it happen, then I will.

I continue to work him over, licking, sucking, and pumping him with my hands. His thrusts become erratic, almost unhinged with pleasure. “Shit. Fuck. I’m going to come.”

I relax my jaw, and moan at his depth; wordlessly inviting him to let go. His grip on my hair tightens, and a thrilling sting courses through me, as I feel the first streams of his come slide down my throat.

We stare at one another as I watch him unravel at my touch. I release him slowly, a complete contrast to the frantic rise and fall of his chest. My tongue circles his crown, and slides through the sensitive slit, making sure he knows just how much I enjoyed the taste of him.

“God, Blaire, when I leave this place, I’m going to fuck my fist every night remembering you on your knees, thirsty for my come.”

Relishing in the power I held over him last night, and I have over him now, I stand and feign indifference. “Okay, I’ll meet you back at where the petunia’s still need to be planted.” I look away as he puts himself back together. “So, that’s it?”

“Yep. You got me off, I got you off, we’re even.”

Hooking his finger into the belt hoop of my shorts, he drags me closer to him. Sliding my hair off my shoulder, he makes way for a series of small, soft kisses. “I bet your pussy is wet and waiting for me.”

Goosebumps all over my body echo the words that leave his mouth. The sexual pull between us is both unnerving and enticing. It’s like a game of cat and mouse. A game I’m having too much fun playing.

My hands cradle his face. Smiling I bring my lips to his, a quick peck to tide me over. “Pity, you’ll never know.”

We worked in silence all day. Simple directions, and strained pleasantries, we’re a walking and talking contradiction from the explicit and intimate moments we shared earlier.

Now we sit next to one another, like practical strangers, at an impromptu dinner my father insisted on, since he and my mom are home early.

“How have the last few days been, Chase? Has Blaire shown you the lay of the land?”

My fork stops mid way, my mouth hanging open as fingertips bunch the hem of my dress further up my thigh. “We’ve definitely been exploring.”

Placing the cutlery back on my plate, I forfeit the rest of my meal, knowing there’s no way I’ll be able to finish with him touching me.

“What have you shown him, B?” Mom chimes in.

“Yes, B. Could you be more specific. I think your parents would be surprised at just how much I’ve seen.” He oozes sarcasm, while his fingers trace circles along my inner thigh.

Slapping my hand over his, I shuffle along the seat of the chair, before rising, eager to be free from his touch. “I’m just going to get another glass of wine. You guys continue catching up.”

“Oh honey, I would love some more.” Mom lifts the glass, stretching her hand across the table toward me. Chase intervenes grabbing the wine goblet from my mom.

“Let me help with that.”

Wrapping my fingers around the glass stem, I do my best to pull it out of his grasp. “No, there’s no need for that. My two hands work just fine.”

“Oh, I know just how well they work.”

“She’s great around here isn’t she?” Mom says proudly. “She loves getting her hands dirty on the ranch.”

“Today her hands got real dirty.” I seethe internally at Chase’s comment, releasing my hold on the glass. His eyes glint with mischief, enjoying our public sparring.

“I’ve yet to see you do anything productive with your hands.”

He shrugs, “I work in advertising I get much, much more done with my mouth.”

His comeback conjures up images of his head buried between my legs, his tongue devoted to my rapture. “I’m not feeling well, you can get my mom her drink, can’t you? I’m going to give myself an early night.”

“Showing Chase how well you work must’ve tired you out,” Dad pipes in innocently.

A loud laugh erupts from Chase’s mouth as my parents continue to unknowingly hand him all the power. I’m in no mood to further stroke his ego, I’m getting out of here.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Blaire, wait.” I hear Chase’s chair scrape against the tiled floor. “Let me walk you up.”

“No.” I wave him off without looking behind me, my steps quickening.

He ignores my request, and is on my heels in no time. Silence ensues as we reach my bedroom. Twisting the handle, I push open the wood door, and slam it straight in Chase’s face.

A shimmy of the door handle reveals it’s unlocked, and he steps inside regardless of my efforts to show him his presence isn’t wanted.

I refuse to turn around, praying any kind of rejection has him leaving the room. “What do you want, Chase?”

A whoosh of air sounds from behind me, hands finding mine, twisting me to face him. “What I’ve wanted all fucking day.” He cups my ass cheeks, lifting me off the floor and effortlessly throws me on to the bed. Stunned into silence, I watch Chase, the lion, stalk his prey. His eyes glide over my body, my mouth his target. “The more you fight with me, the more I want to fuck you.”

“Cha—” He lunges for me, the back and forth from the minute we laid eyes on one another coming to a head. The kiss is hard, a synergy of bliss and pain brought to the surface out of sheer salacity.

“All fucking day,” he grunts between kisses. “I’ve wanted this all fucking day.”

Our mouths bruise our skin, our hands tear at our clothes; my determination to avoid him is no longer existent.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He sits back on his knees, searching for his clothes. Finding his pants, he pulls a foil packet out of his pocket.

“Prepared, much?”

“Fuck, yeah.” He holds his impressive length and slides the condom over his crown and runs it down, all while his eyes contemplate what to do with me.

With our clothes off, nakedness fuels my yearning. My eyes have already fucked him ten times over, and since we’ve come this far, I’m sick of waiting.

Brazenly, I sit up on my elbows and let my legs fall open; silently inviting him to make the next move. His gaze lingers on the most intimate part of me, the stare burning a hole in my confidence. Slowly I begin to shift my legs together, but Chase’s strong hands take hold of my ankles. “Don’t.” He pulls my body down the bed, the sheets crumpling underneath me. Separating my legs he crawls over me, capturing my mouth in the sweetest, most delicate kiss. I link my arms around his neck, fingers tangling with his hair. Bringing his face closer to mine, the kiss grows with urgency. Wanting. Aching.

The ferocity from earlier returns as he lowers his pelvis, the head of his cock waiting at my entrance. I raise my hips in a hint, and he plunges into me recklessly.

“Fuck.” We both call out to the empty room, the tension evaporating as we finally allow ourselves to be consumed by lust.

Desperation has us moving, rocking against one another, matching each push and pull. Hard and fast. Quick and dirty. Sex with Chase is wild, freeing and emotionless; everything I was hoping it would be.

His lips ravage my body, biting and sucking every inch of skin available to him. His tongue finds my nipple, his hot, wet mouth sending bolts of electricity straight to my core.

“Feel how good this is, Blaire.” Wrapping my legs around him, I dig my heels in his ass and push him deeper inside. Letting him know I can feel exactly how good it is. “There’s nothing better than good. Old. Fashioned. Fucking.”

He drives his cock into me as I grind my clit against him. The race has started, the finish line within my reach.

“I can feel how close you are,” he grunts. My body gives away all my secrets while my release sits on the precipice threatening to obliterate me. “Come on, Blaire. Bring it home with me.”

Our mouths collide, his tongue stoking the fire between us. My senses are on high alert, his touch and taste pushing me over the edge.

He pumps into me one last time, and my body clenches around him. Our bodies still, as our long and deep breaths mirror the complete satisfaction coursing between us.

“Shit,” he murmurs into my neck. “Let me get cleaned up. I’ll be back in a second.”

I crawl under my duck feather blanket, while he’s in the bathroom, my body too relaxed to move anywhere else.

“That was worth the wait,” he says exiting the bathroom.

My chest rumbles in laughter. “What wait? That’s the quickest I’ve ever given it up to anybody.”

He climbs in next to me. “So you really like me?”

“Ha. First, what do you think you’re doing back in here? Two, no I don’t really like you. Sometimes there’s nothing better than a good old fashioned fuck. Right?”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I am funny.”

His hands find my stomach, bringing me forward, our naked bodies flushed against each other. “So, you want to go again? Or we could sleep, and have morning sex?”

Despite the tingle dancing along my skin, I refuse his offer. “Let’s not get carried away, okay?”

“Carried away?” A little crease forms between his eyebrows as he shakes his head at my comment. “I don’t even know what that means, but I’ll do as you ask and go to my room. On the condition that tomorrow you call a truce. No more sassiness. We’re friends during the day and we fuck at night. Not that I’m opposed to daytime fucking.”

“God, you’re so irritatingly sure of yourself.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining five minutes ago.”

“I’ll drop the attitude if you drop yours.”

“Fine.” Pulling off the blankets he gets out of the bed, and starts dressing himself. Once his clothes are on, he leans forward and kisses me before walking toward the door. “Goodnight, Blaire.”

“Night, City Boy.”