Leah
I was a little confused. I slowly orientated myself to where I had fallen asleep and realized the big hard body I was lying on belonged to Chase. I opened my eyes, bleary with sleep, and discovered we were in the living room. He was sprawled out beneath me with one foot on the floor, his other leg stretched out on the couch.
I was too comfortable. I didn't want to move a muscle. His slow, steady breathing and the rhythm of his heart beating under my head was soothing. I had imagined sleeping in my bed with him, but we never made it that far. Our sexcapades yesterday had exhausted us both. Maybe tonight. It would be our last night before Blake returned.
I smiled when I moved my body a little to the left, preparing to roll off him. His morning wood was poking me in the stomach. I wanted him to rest. I knew I had worn him out yesterday. Hell, he had nearly killed me. I didn't think it was possible to make up for a year of sex in a single day, but we almost did.
It had left me absolutely drained. I had been starving last night but exhaustion won out. All night, I had dreams about food. Sweet food. Cake, cookies, pie—I don't know why I was craving the sweet stuff, but I was.
I listened to him breathing a little longer before I very carefully extracted myself from his hold. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew the moment I did, he would wake up and that morning wood would get put to use. I wanted to surprise him with something first.
I was wearing nothing but my T-shirt, which felt naughty and daring. I loved it. I padded on bare feet to the kitchen and started grabbing what I needed to make Chase some fresh cookies. Who was I kidding? I wanted hot, fresh cookies and a big glass of ice cold milk. I wasn't going to do anything fancy. Simple, chocolate chip cookies.
I felt buoyant like I was floating as I mixed ingredients and dropped the first spoonfuls on the cookie sheet. I hadn't felt this carefree in over a year. It made me remember what life was like before my husband was killed. Even then, I didn’t think I was quite this free. I had the same worries any wife had. Not anymore.
After sliding the tray in the oven, I turned to load another tray and yelped when big hands came around me, lifting my shirt and exposing my bare butt.
“You scared me,” I said as he nuzzled his face into my neck.
I could feel his erection poking me through his underwear. I arched my back and pressed my butt against him before doing a slow rotation of my hips.
His hands moved under the too-big shirt, and he cupped my breasts before flipping me around to face him, pulling off my shirt in one swift movement. His large naked chest pressed into mine, his mouth coming down over my lips with ferocious intensity. He was backing me up until my ass hit the counter.
I felt his arm go out behind me, and in one fail swoop, anything that had been on the counter, including the fresh cookie sheet and the spatula, hit the ground. His hands moved to my waist, and he lifted me, depositing my naked ass on the cold granite counter.
He stepped between my legs, looked up at me with such passion, I couldn't stop myself from leaning my head down to kiss him. The kiss was long and deep. My hands roved over his broad shoulders before running over every muscle in his upper arms and then to that magnificent chest. He was built like a Greek god.
His hand moved between my legs, his fingers running over my pussy before he gently probed with one finger. He didn't need to worry about getting me ready. I had been in a state of arousal since the moment I laid eyes on him. He could bend me over anything at any time, and I would be wet and ready for him.
“You're wet, Leah,” he breathed. “Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he began to slowly rub my clit.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.
I immediately did it and was rewarded with a second finger sliding in deep.
“I need you,” I murmured into his mouth. “Please, Chase. Fuck me. I'm aching with need. Fill me up.”
He growled low in his throat, his fingers picking up their steady pace below before he suddenly moved his hands to my bare ass and yanked me to the edge of the counter. His height made our current position perfect for penetration. I looked down, watched him guide his cock to my pussy and almost had an orgasm. It was the most erotic image I had ever seen. His hand was wrapped around his cock, and he was slowly pushing into me. Seeing it and feeling it was intoxicating. His eyes were focused on the same area where our bodies joined.
He looked up at me. “You're beautiful.”
I moaned as he pushed further in. I wanted to keep watching, but I couldn't take the pleasure another second. My head fell back, my arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed all the way in. He didn't move for several long seconds. His mouth moved to my breasts, and he began to suck on my nipples before clamping down with his teeth.
I screamed out in pain that mingled with pleasure. He quickly kissed the nipple and gently suckled it before moving to the other nipple and repeating the process. The second bite sent me into a climax. My face buried into his neck as the sensations rocked over me. It was only then he began to move inside me. I felt his shoulders tense and knew he was close.
“Come inside me, Chase. I want to feel you,” I whispered close to his ear before running my tongue around the edge and then down his neck.
He shouted and jackhammered into my body. I held him tight while he rode out his orgasm before his face collapsed against my chest. I dropped my cheek to the top of his head and held him.
“What's that smell?” he mumbled against my bare chest.
“Oh no!” I yelled, pushing him out of the way and leaping off the counter. “My cookies are burning!”
I grabbed a hot pad and pulled my blackened cookies from the oven.
He laughed behind me. “Oops.”
I dropped the hot sheet onto the counter and frowned.
“I was really looking forward to some fresh cookies for breakfast.”
When I turned to look at him, he stopped laughing. I realized how ridiculous the scene must look. We were both standing there completely nude with burned cookies on one counter and a mess on the floor. I started laughing, and he quickly joined in.
We were both laughing until I heard the beep of the alarm being deactivated and the front door opening. Our eyes went wide, both of us panicked at the thought of Blake walking in on the situation.
“Mrs. Hall, it's Rosa,” a voice called out.
“Oh, shit. I forgot I told her she could come in today so she can have the week off to spend with her family,” I whispered.
“Who's Rosa?” Chase asked, tossing me my t-shirt before stepping into his underwear.
“Housekeeper.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, we'll go through the dining room and up the other staircase,” I instructed.
“You have another staircase?”
“Yes,” I said, grabbing a sponge from the sink and quickly wiping down the area my naked ass had just been on the counter.
Chase picked up the stuff off the floor and set it on the counter. We heard footsteps, and I grabbed his hand, racing toward the dining room and not stopping until we reached the stairs at the very end of the hall where the bedrooms were at.
I yanked open the door, and once inside the stairwell, we both started laughing like wild kids.
“That was invigorating,” he laughed as we climbed the stairs.
“Yeah, I totally forgot she was coming today. That certainly would have given her something to talk about,” I joked.
Chase pushed open the door, and we stood at the end of the long hall where his and Blake's rooms were.
“This house is huge. I seriously need a map if I’m going to properly sneak around,” he teased.
I laughed. “This is meant to be a secondary exit in case of fire. The wing on the other side, where the master suite is, has one as well.”
“Ohh, so, if I were in your room and needed to get back to my room without having to walk by Blake's door, I could go downstairs, cross the house and come up this set of stairs and sneak back into my room?” he said with a salacious grin.
I smiled. “Yes, you could. Good thinking.”
He nodded. “This is good information to have.”
I winked at him. “Very good.”
I left him at his room and headed to my own to shower and dress for the day. With Rosa in the house today, things would be very different than yesterday. I was a little disappointed, but it was probably for the best. Death by sex was not something I wanted on my death certificate. Especially sex with my stepson's best friend. That was not the legacy I wanted to leave behind.