Chapter 7

Lauren

A rumble of victorious laughter wells in my chest, the corners of my lips curving into a grin. Chase rasps a curse above me.

I’ve got him now.

Ignoring the abrasive soil beneath my knees, I pop out the lone button of his jeans then pause to take in the sight.

There’s a tent in his dark blue boxers, a darker stain at the tip which strains against the cotton. I breathe in and inhale the scent of soap, and something else – intangible, but delicious.

I press my nose against it and sniff the soaked cotton. It’s soothing and stimulating all at once. Then, as carefully as I can, I reach inside and wrap my fingers around his cock, freeing it.

It springs free before my eyes, its shaft about nine inches long and as thick as an unopened tube of toothpaste, the girth the same from tip to root. It curves outward, its engorged mushroom head pointing up and dripping.

I’ve never seen anything like it. I swallow.

Now what?

The alcohol has made me brave enough to flirt with him and take out his cock – maybe I am drunk – but now that I am faced with it, I don’t know what to do.

True, I’ve read books where the hero and the heroine engage in something… naughty but they’ve never been detailed. Well, the heroine takes the hero’s cock in her mouth and savors it like some treat. But how exactly does it start?

“Lauren,” Chase says my name and I look up, meet his clouded gaze. “You don’t have to do this,” he tells me.

And that makes me want to do it all the more, whatever it is.

I stare at his cock wide-eyed and wrap my fingers around its base. I slide them up to the tip. His skin is smooth, firm, and veins bulge beneath it. I near the tip – there’s warm, stickiness on my palm and I bring it to my lips. My tongue darts out, tastes it.

It’s a little salty but unlike anything I’ve tasted before. I can’t quite place the taste so I take another lick, smacking my lips after.

“Well?” Chase asks.

I still can’t describe exactly how it tastes but I like it. I want more of it.

“It tastes better than beer,” I say.

He grins.

I lean forward, gripping his cock and swiping the rest of the liquid with the tip of my tongue, all the way up to the soft head where there’s a puddle of it gathered.

Chase gasps and tugs on my hair.

I must be on the right track.

Opening my mouth wider, I stick my tongue out to let his cock slide across it and then wrap my lips around him.

His hips buck, his hands tugging on my scalp. “Fuck.”

Closing my eyes and breathing through my nostrils, I take his cock in my mouth, inch by inch.

My throat constricts around him, and I gag, spitting him out and coughing.

“Lauren?”

I don’t answer or look up, my eyes teary.

I try again, relaxing my throat, telling myself that I can do this, that I want to do it.

This time, I don’t gag, though my throat burns and more tears spill out of the corners of my eyes. I must be doing something right, though, because Chase gasps for air.

I suck his cock and his knees shake, his hands moving to my shoulders.

“Fuck!”

I blink away tears, grip one firm ass cheek and wrap the other hand around his cock. I move my head back and forth, hollow my cheeks and friction builds between his cock and my tongue, my lips, the heat traveling through the rest of my body.

Saliva dribbles from the corner of my mouth and down my chin.

I’m hot, messy, and wet.

And I don’t care.

I move my head faster, my headband falling off. Chase gathers my hair, keeping it out of my face as he guides me. His hips start moving. His pants fall to his knees.

I keep at it. God, the slurping sound is hot. It sounds as good as this tastes.

He clutches my hair tighter, hips shaking. “I’m coming, Lauren.”

He tries to push me away but I place both hands on his backside, burying my nails in the cotton and the soft flesh as I keep bobbing my head.

“Lauren!”

His hands move to the back of my head, keeping it in place as his cock pulsates in my mouth, his entire body trembling. Warm fluid hits my tongue and slides down my throat.

His hips jerk, then he lets my head go and I release his cock. I swallow the liquid in my mouth. It’s a bit saltier, its taste stronger, and I love it. I love every second of this.

It’s so new, so unbelievably exciting.

I sit on the ground, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and catch my breath.

Chase pants and leans against a tree, pulls his pants back up and tucks himself away.

“Now I’m drunk,” I say, grinning mischievously.

My naughtiness must have climbed up a few notches, now.

“Fuck, Lauren,” he mutters, kneeling beside me.

Gripping my hair again, Chase kisses me, his lips bruising, demanding what breath I’ve managed to catch. His tongue slips past both our lips to caress and battle with mine.

I kiss him back.

A delicious shiver goes up my spine then heat surges down it, swirling in my cunt. I’m dripping for him.

One of his hands reaches inside my dress to cup a breast through the lace and I give another shiver, gasping into his mouth. His hand slips beneath the thin fabric, his thumb finding my stiff nipple.

I moan.

Chase lays me down on the ground, leaves crunching beneath my weight. Those eyes of blue flame capture me, the moon and the stars shining far above his head.

He kisses my neck, his fingers traveling up one of my thighs and slipping past the hem of my dress. As his hand crawls beneath the denim, I hold my breath, my pussy pounding in anticipation.

His lips move to the hollow of my throat as his fingers brush against my underwear. T

he breath I’m holding comes out as a sharp gasp as those long fingers stroke me through the saturated cotton, one of them grazing my sensitive nub.

My hands rake the leaves at my sides, my hips rising off the ground.

Chase buries his head between my breasts, planting a tender kiss there as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. He pulls the piece of clothing down my legs and off one ankle then he moves lower, lifting my skirt and spreading my thighs to settle between them.

I lift my head, eyes wide.

Wait. He’s not going to lick me there, is he?

He grips my thighs, and the hair on his jaws tickling them. A second later, something soft and warm rubs against my clit. My eyes fall shut, my head crashes down to the ground.

Oh holy hell.

He licks my clit over and over, teasing the nub then he moves even lower, spreading my other pair of lips open to let his tongue delve between them.

I grab his curls and lift my head to let out a strangled breath, my trembling thighs closing around him.

That wicked tongue of his explores me without mercy as my body breaks into shivers, my mind spinning as I thrash my head from side to side. My toes curl and my nails scratch his scalp.

I’m getting hotter in spite of the night breeze. And wetter. I’m sure there’s a puddle beneath me by now even as Chase laps up my juices.

My eyes moisten as I squeeze them shut.

“Chase!”

That’s the only warning I give. My back arches, my toes dig into the soil and my hips buck forward. I throw my head back. My fingers become entangled with his hair as I hold him fast, smothering him. Then like a band of rubber that’s been stretched too far, I snap, my back, arms, and knees falling to the ground.

I stare at the moon, through the wisps of hair swept over my face. Oh my god.

Beside me, leaves rustle.

“Are you okay?” Chase asks, brushing the strands of hair off my cheeks.

I haven’t found my voice, but I nod.

He sits beside me and I reach for my underwear, lifting my hips to put them back on and pull down my dress. Then I lie there, too tired to move. A lone firefly drifts above me and I smile.

I’m a mess. My dad will be furious at me for drinking too much and I may regret what I did.

Still, I don’t care. This is the most magical night of my life.