CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Madison

Chase surprised me. Seeing him standing in the living room, his mouth agape as he stared at me was making me feel all tingly. I could see the lust on his face. He was staring at me as if he wanted to devour me. I wanted him to devour me. Never before had I felt so wanted. So desirable. Chase had shown me I was beautiful. I kicked myself for wasting so much time with Mark. This was what passion was. I had never thought this level of desire was possible, but here I was, looking at a man who made me absolutely, insanely aroused.

“I didn't hear the truck,” I said, feeling the need to fill the quietness in the room.

He nodded. “Yeah. I'm home.”

His eyes traveled over my body, hidden behind the towel. I felt him undressing me with his eyes and felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I had his full attention. He wanted me. This incredibly sexy man wanted me.

I nodded my head. “I can see that.”

He stalked toward me, taking long strides as he shed the heavy flannel coat he was wearing, dropping it on the floor behind him. He stepped out of his boots and kicked them to the side. He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head.

“I could really get used to coming home to this every day,” he breathed before leaning down to kiss me.

“I could really get used to you coming home to me like this every day,” I whispered against his lips.

I stepped away from him and dropped the towel. He growled low in his throat and started to undo the button on his jeans. My hands reached out to help him. I could see his dick forming a large bump against his jeans, and I closed my eyes, imagining him pushing inside me. I slowly slid the jeans down his legs, running my hands over his hard, muscular thighs as I did.

I stepped behind him, pressing my naked body against him, pushing his boxer briefs down his legs, lowering myself to my knees as I did. He stepped out of them, and I took a moment to caress his calves before slowly standing, pressing in close, running my breasts up the back of his thighs and over his bare ass as I did. He stood stock-still and let me run my hands over his now naked body. I lovingly stroked his back, running the tips of my fingers over every inch.

I couldn't stop looking at him. Every inch of him was hard. He clearly worked out. I walked around to stand in front of him, rubbing against him. My mouth went to his chest, licking and sucking as I trailed a line across his pecs from one nipple to the other. I used my teeth to tweak each nipple, alternating sides and pulling a groan from deep in his throat. My hands ran over his chest, down his arms, and then squeezed his ass. I never touched his dick. I wanted to save the best for last.

He let me peruse his body without making a move to touch me. I was free to worship him as I pleased. I felt powerful as if he were mine and only mine. I was the only one who would get this luxury, I told myself.

“Madison,” he grunted. “I can't,” he said a split second before his arms snaked out and pulled me in close, and his mouth crushed down over mine. He was kissing and sucking, and then his mouth moved to my neck. His hand ran between my legs. He pushed his hard palm against my pussy and rubbed. I could feel myself growing wetter. He moved his palm up and slid a finger in.

“You're so wet, Madison. So wet. Am I making you wet?”

I moaned.

He pulled his finger out, rubbed it over my stomach. “Do you feel how wet you are?”

I nodded, moaning.

He reached down, pushing the finger back inside me, pushing in and out, sliding over my clit. When he pulled the finger out again, I cried out at the loss.

He brought the hand to his mouth and licked his finger. “You taste so good.”

His eyes closed, and he licked his finger again. I reached out, grabbed his hand and stuck the finger that had been deep inside me in my mouth and sucked.

“Fuck,” he groaned, jerking his finger out of my mouth and grabbing me around the waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and threw my head back to make way for his lavish wet kisses.

He spun around and started walking toward the kitchen. My heart raced as I wondered what his plans were. The man never liked to have sex in the same place or the same way more than once. I loved how spontaneous he was. Sex with him was always amazing.

I felt the kitchen counter under my ass and shuddered with excitement.

My arms were still around his neck when his mouth came back to mine. He stood between my legs, leaving me feeling very exposed and vulnerable, which heightened my arousal. He moved a hand between my legs and began slow circles on the inside of my thighs with his fingertips. I scooted forward, wanting those fingers inside me.

He slowly moved one finger inside and teased the nub. With two fingers inside me, he pressed his thumb against the hard nub that sent pleasure waves coursing through my body. My head fell back, and my legs spread wider. I couldn't get enough of him. I bent one leg and put my foot on the counter, completely opening my pussy to him.

I brought my head up and looked down between my legs where his fingers were moving in and out of me. He was intently watching. He put a hand on my knee and pushed, opening me even farther. I had never been so bold in my life, but with him, I wanted to be free. I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed. The way he looked at me encouraged me to push the boundaries.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered, the hand on my knee running down my inner thigh while his other fingers worked my pussy.

His mouth dropped to my breasts. He sucked hard as he continued to move his fingers and thumb in unison with the sucking of his mouth. I let go of his neck, and my arms went behind me to support my body as it went taut, ready for release.

He pushed a third finger in, and I exploded. My hips rocked forward, pushing the fingers deeper inside me. I shouted with the pleasure of what he was doing to my body. He finger-fucked me right through the orgasm, never giving my body reprieve. His hand pushed my knee back when I tried to close myself off. I felt raw. Every slide of his finger caused me to jerk. The leg dangling off the edge of the counter closed around his body, trying to fend off his demanding touch.

He growled. “Open them!”

I whimpered in sweet agony but did as he commanded. My body and mind warred with each other, but ultimately Chase won. He continued to run his fingers in and out, playing with my clit and bringing me close to another orgasm. I was shaking uncontrollably, completely exposed and at the man's mercy. I was used to being in control, but he stripped all of that away. I was his to do with as he pleased and with him, that could be anything, which only aroused me further.

I couldn't think straight. Every cell and nerve was screaming for release from the agony. I felt him pulling me off the counter. When I got to my feet, he looked down at me, his jaw clenched and his brown eyes dark with passion.

“Turn around.”

I bit my lip as another spasm rocked my body. I could hardly stand. I was wild with my need for him. I felt like a crazed animal, wanting and needing but denied. I could feel my pussy weeping, juices running down the inside of my leg.

“Fill me,” I begged in a voice that was barely a whisper.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around, using his hands to slap my palms on the kitchen counter before jerking my hips back. He used one knee to spread my legs wide. I could feel my climax starting, and he wasn't touching me. It was the sheer excitement of what was to come. I knew he was behind me, staring at my exposed sex. I arched my back and spread my legs a little wider.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder. “Fuck me, Chase. I want you to fuck me hard and slow.”

I watched the muscle on his jaw jump and braced myself.

His hand reached out, and he pulled my hair from the loose bun I had piled on top of my head. It fell around my shoulders. I felt him grab a handful, gently tugging as he pushed into me the same time. The contradictory sensations of discomfort and exquisite pleasure stimulated me to a point where I felt completely out of control.

“Oh God,” I moaned, not expecting the hair-pulling but loving it. His dick pushed in, slow, just as I ordered. I moved my hips, making room to take him in deeper. When he was all the way in, he stood there, not moving.

The anticipation of what he would do next was making me crazy. He released my hair and ran his hands down my back before moving to my butt, kneading and squeezing. He leaned forward, bending over me, shifting his dick a little inside me, causing a new series of spasms to roll through me. His hands cupped my breasts, and he nuzzled my neck and shoulders, still not moving.

The ache inside me intensified. My body demanded more. I pushed my hips back, the slight movement sending chills down my spine. He stood and slowly pulled out before reaching between my legs and grabbing his dick. He ran the head of his cock over my clit, made small circles before finally pushing back in.

I moaned, the slow raking of his hard dick across the raw nerves of my pussy was electrifying. He repeated the motion, again and again. A slow entrance, a slow withdrawal and a tickling of my clit. My legs were shaking with need. I was over slow. I wanted him raw and untamed. I wanted that wild animal side of him.

“Chase,” I breathed.

“Slow and hard, Madison. You wanted it slow and hard.”

My head bobbed up and down. I had said that, but I needed more.

“More,” I croaked out. “More.”

“More, Madison? You want me to fuck you hard and fast, Madison?”

I moaned, feeling my juices slide down his cock as he pulled out.

His hand was in my hair, and he yanked it back as he thrust into me. I cried out as the orgasm that had been building for so long burst over me. He was slamming into me over and over. I heard him shout, his hand dropped my hair and both hands gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh, holding me in place as he pounded into me.

When he was spent, I took a step forward, he followed, his dick still buried inside. I rested my arms and head on the kitchen counter. My legs were so weak, I thought I would collapse. The man had a way of fucking me senseless. He stood and pulled out, turning my body around and holding me close. I listened to the steady beat of his heart pounding against my ear.

I was crazy about the man. I knew that, but I also knew I shouldn't be. He wasn't who he pretended to be. I knew that deep down, instinctively, but I pushed the feelings aside. I didn't want to think about all of that now. Right now, I was living in the moment.