Leah
I got up from my chair in the living room, quietly leaving Blake and Chase alone to finish the movie they had found. It was some violent war film—not my cup of tea, but I had enjoyed hanging out with them.
Blake had passed out on the couch and was softly snoring. Chase seemed to be enthralled by the movie and didn't say anything when I left. I needed to get the kitchen cleaned up before the housekeeper came in the morning. It was stupid. Dennis used to always tease me about it, but I couldn't stand the idea of someone having to clean my mess. I mean, light cleaning, dusting, and whatnot were okay, but I made the mess in the kitchen, I would clean it.
It didn't take me nearly as long as I had hoped. I still had a ton of pent-up frustration of the sexual variety. There was no way I could go to bed like this. I would toss and turn all night. I needed to work off some of the energy. A good run on the treadmill should work.
I went upstairs, changed into some leggings and one of my sports tanks, and headed to the gym. The energy hummed through me. Ever since Chase had walked through that front door, I had been in this state of semi-arousal. I had gone a year without sex and never missed it for a moment, but now, with Chase here, all I could think about was sex.
The man oozed sex. Sex on a stick—that's what he was, and I wanted a little taste.
The second I opened the door to the gym, I knew I was in trouble. Chase was beating the hell out of a punching bag. Shirtless and sweaty.
Fuck me.
I watched him for several long seconds. My arousal was making me feel heady—and wet. One look at him, and I was quite literally creaming my pants. My god, did I want that man.
He saw me and stopped punching. I slowly began walking toward him, his eyes holding mine before focusing on the gloves covering his hands. He tugged at the threads, yanking them off in record time. That magnetic pull I felt earlier was pushing me toward him, and I didn't fight it. The moment I was within reach of him, I stretched out a hand and ran my fingers over his biceps. They were as hard as I imagined.
His fingers wrapped around each of my wrists, holding my arms up and away from his body. I watched his chest heave up and down with his heavy breathing, his brown eyes asking me for permission. I licked my lips a second before I gave a slight nod of my head.
That's all he needed. His mouth slammed over mine, my lips pushed into my teeth a moment before I could adjust and open my mouth wide enough to meet his demands. He dropped my wrists and moved his hands to my waist, bodily pushing me back and against the wall where he continued to ravish my mouth.
My hands were in his hair before moving down to rub those beautiful biceps and then moving to his back a second before feeling his wide, strong chest. I wanted to touch him everywhere at the same time. The only way to do that was to feel his naked body pressed against mine.
He clearly had the same idea. His hands moved to my skintight tank and pushed it up and over my breasts. My breasts sprang free from the support material, his hands immediately let go of the top and began to frantically massage my breasts while his mouth continued to plunder my own.
My hands moved down his washboard abs and slid under the elastic waist of his athletic shorts, reaching down to get my hand on that cock that had been the star of my dreams the past couple of nights.
He grunted when I reached my fingers around, feeling the girth and deciding my fantasies weren't even close. I needed him in me. He clearly had the same idea. He pulled his mouth away from mine just long enough to pull the shirt over my head before devouring me once again. His hands were moving to my leggings, pushing and tugging them down.
I pushed him back a few inches and quickly peeled off the leggings along with my panties. I wasn't in the mood to play coy. He was yanking off his shorts as well. We stopped, both of us naked and panting. He looked at me, giving me one last opportunity to say no.
Never. Going. To. Happen.
I leaned forward, grabbing his head, and pulling it toward me. His mouth moved over mine before pulling away and running a trail of hot kisses over my neck and then back to my mouth. My hands were roaming his body, loving every inch of it. He was a big man, and there was a lot to explore.
“I need you now,” he groaned.
I nodded, unable to speak. His hand had moved between my legs, his palm covering my pussy. I was wet with need. My mind couldn't focus on anything but him and what I wanted him to do.
I gasped when he slid one finger inside me.
“I knew you'd be wet and tight,” he whispered against my mouth.
“I have to fuck you,” he said a second before his hands moved to my ass, and he jerked me upward. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my back pressed into the wall. His mouth covered my breasts, licking and sucking. I rubbed my wet pussy against him, begging him to give me what I craved.
I reached between our bodies, both slick with sweat and grabbed his cock, guiding it to my opening. His mouth pulled away from my breasts, I looked down and gazed into his eyes as he pulled me onto his cocked. It was agonizingly slow as he moved deeper inside me, stretching me and filling me as he went. Our eyes were locked together in what had to be the most erotic moment of my life.
He stood without moving for several long seconds, I could feel his dick throbbing inside me as my body worked to accommodate his girth. It felt too good to be real. I squirmed, just a fraction, causing him to jerk.
“Fuck me, you're hot,” he groaned.
I leaned my head down, kissing him slowly, my tongue sweeping inside his mouth in a leisurely exploration. I rotated my hips a little, finding the perfect position, and moaned in his mouth.
It was as if a switch had been flipped. His hands grabbed my waist, holding me against the wall while he rammed his body against mine. It was fast and furious, and I was loving every second of it. Over and over he pounded into me. I could feel my climax building and was suddenly afraid of it. It felt as if I was losing all control. A million different sensations covered every inch of my skin and deep inside me.
“Chase,” I moaned. “I—”
“Come, Leah. Come on my dick. Let me feel you,” he grunted between thrusts.
My hands gripped his shoulders, and I could feel my nails digging into his arms. I felt as if I was dying the most blissful death imaginable. Then, my body exploded. I was moaning and shouting and completely mindless as I rode his dick to complete satisfaction. I could feel his release pumping into me.
I slid down the wall and fell forward against his chest, my face buried in his neck. He held me for several long seconds while we both caught our breath. I had no idea how he was able to stand, holding my weight and his own. I moved my legs to uncurl from around his waist. When my feet touched the floor, his hands moved around me, pulling me flat against him. My face moved to his chest, my cheek pressed against it, listening to his pounding heart.
I tried to think of something to say. The words wouldn't come.
I stepped away from him, looked up at him, questioning him. He smiled and kissed me softly on the lips.
I started to dress quickly, in jerking movements, realizing Blake could walk in at any moment. Chase did the same. Neither one of us said a word.
Once we were both dressed, I looked at him. “You can never tell Blake about this.”
A sexy grin spread across his face, he used one finger to make a cross on his bare chest, drawing my eyes back to that expanse of skin I still wanted to taste.
“I won't say a word. This will be our little secret.”
I leaned in, kissed him, and said, “Good.”
I grabbed my shoes and turned to leave. When I got to the door, I looked over my shoulder. He was standing there, staring at me with a smile on his face and passion in his eyes. I was glad to know I wasn't the only one who was thinking about the next time we had a moment alone.
As I walked down the long hall, my body tingled. That had been mind-blowing sex. It should have satisfied me, taken the edge off. Instead, it only made me want more.