Leah
“Hello?” I answered my phone, being careful not to disturb Chase who was sleeping next to me.
“I'll be home for dinner,” Blake said.
I blinked, looked at the clock on the bedside table, and saw it was just after eight. That was very early for Blake.
“Okay. You're up early,” I said, trying not to sound like I had been asleep.
“We're going to hit the mountain again. We came up yesterday and had planned to come home this morning, but there's fresh powder. It's too good to pass up,” he said, and I could hear the excitement in his voice.
“Okay, I'll tell Chase. Have fun, and I'll see you tonight,” I said before ending the call.
I laid back down and snuggled against Chase's warm body.
“Was that Blake?”
His voice was groggy with sleep. It had been another late night last night. We barely made it to Chase's room after starting things in the living room again. I had volunteered my room with the bigger bed, but Chase had been very quick to decline that option. I didn't press him on it.
Now, we were snug in his bed, and I had no plans to move anytime soon.
“Yes. Said he'll be home tonight for dinner. Go back to sleep,” I told him, already falling to sleep myself.
He grunted, and I felt his body relax as he drifted off once again.
The next time I woke up it was due to a very wet dream. Chase was still softly snoring, but I could feel his erection. He was having some good dreams as well.
It gave me an idea. I carefully lifted my arm from where it had been lying across his flat abs and slid my body down his, under the sheet. Once I reached my goal, I opened my mouth and took his cock into it.
He jerked, and his hand immediately came to rest on my shoulder. I used my tongue to lick every glorious inch and then sucked until I was rewarded with his climax.
I climbed up from my place under the sheet, grinning like a fool.
“That was a hell of a way to wake up,” he said before pouncing like a tiger and knocking me on my back. He yanked the sheets down, revealing my nude body.
“My turn,” he said in a low voice that had my juices flowing before he even touched me.
He used his knees to open my legs while he trailed kisses down my stomach. The moment his mouth closed over me, I could feel a climax coming. He teased me and refused to give me what I needed for far longer than I could stand. By the time he was finally finished bringing me to the brink and pulling me back again, I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and my body ached. Every nerve was raw, and I felt as taut as a bowstring. When he sucked my clit, it plummeted me over the edge, and I was screaming with the most powerful release I had ever experienced.
We both lay there, completely depleted before we ever got out of bed.
“We have about seven hours before Blake is home,” I mumbled.
He sighed. “We better make the most of it.”
I rolled over, kissed his chest, and crawled on top of him, I wanted to ride this man every chance I got. He laughed but quickly stopped when I leaned down to kiss him. I wasn't in the mood for laughing. I was in the mood for fucking.
After another round, we finally managed to make it to the shower. It was then he handed me the bag from the lingerie store the day before.
“Put this on.”
I opened it and smiled. “There isn't a lot to put on,” I said, pulling out the skimpy bit of lace and ribbons.
“I know,” he said with a wink before kissing me.
“How about I take this to my room to put on, and you meet me in the kitchen.”
His dick jumped, growing, and readying for another round of mind-blowing sex.
“Uh-uh, not yet,” I cooed before walking by, running my fingernails over his chest as I did.
It took me a few minutes to figure out where the ribbons went, but I managed. The red lace thong was connected to red ribbons that led up the sides of my waist to form a bra of sorts. It was nothing more than a series of red ribbons stretched across my breasts. I took a look in the mirror and felt very sexy. I walked to my closet, put on a pair of red stiletto heels and headed down the hall, feeling extremely naughty. I loved how playful we could be together. It wasn't all seriousness and dramatic. We were two people incredibly attracted to each other who had some outrageously good sex.
I could hear him in the kitchen and suddenly felt a little nervous. The get-up covered almost nothing. I was basically walking into the kitchen nude—again.
I stepped through the arch and saw him digging in the fridge wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. Thank god, I wasn't the only one nearly naked.
I assumed what I hoped was a sexy stance, one leg slightly bent with a hand on one hip. “Chase?”
He spun around and dropped the water bottle he had been holding.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, staring at me without moving.
I smiled. “Do you like it?”
His hand reached down to grab his cock that was pressed against his briefs. “Yeah,” he grunted, walking toward me.
I stood waiting for him to come to me. The second he reached me, his arms snaked out, lifting me up and carrying me to the table in the dining room before depositing me and ordering me to turn around. It was a hot and wild time with me bent over the table while he pounded me from behind.
When we managed to catch our breath, I walked back into the kitchen to make us something to eat. Together, we ate lunch, neither one of us talking about the minutes ticking away. Our time together was coming to an end. I didn't want to think about tonight or next week when Chase left. For now, it was me and him, and that's what I wanted to focus on.
“I should probably change,” I said, feeling more than a little exposed.
“No.”
I laughed. “Chase—”
He seared me with one look. “I like it. Let me enjoy my gift.”
The way he looked at me as if I were the most desirable woman in the world made me want to please him.
I grabbed his hand, led him into the living room, and ordered him to sit on the couch. He did, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. I straddled him and began to kiss his neck, planning on licking every bit of skin on his body. His hands were running over my body, working me into a frenzy. My slow perusal of his chest turned into desperation for more.
I could feel him hard and straining and knew he was ready, but I wasn't ready to stop touching him yet. He moved a ribbon that had been stretched across my nipples and closed his mouth over one, before moving to the other.
“Leah,” he groaned, sitting forward, lifting me as if I were nothing more than a feather and gently laying me on the couch. His hands slid down my inner thigh and then the other. He grabbed my ankle and lifted my leg over the back of the couch and my other to hang off the couch. I was spread wide before him. With any other man, I would have probably felt self-conscious but not with him.
He dropped to his knees next to the couch and began to kiss my breasts through the ribbons. His hands moved between my legs and began to work their magic. I could feel my orgasm building. I wanted to make this time last, in case it was our last.
“What the fuck?” a voice cut through the haze of lust I had been enveloped in.
Blake!
Chase grabbed the blanket from the end of the couch and threw it over me.
Shit, shit, shit.
Blake was home. Early.