Chase
Not again.
Every damn time I closed my eyes, I saw Leah, naked and coming. It was how I wanted to see her again and again, with me buried deep inside her. She was a very sensual woman. I loved how her body fit perfectly against mine, and like I had suspected, her ass was the perfect size to fit in the palms of my hands.
It had been too long since our time in the gym. No matter how hard I tried to find her alone, it seemed like Blake was always there. Now, I'm in my room, alone and hard after another very wet dream. The woman had cast a spell over me. I could think of nothing other than sex with her. Blake had shown me around Portland yesterday, and all I wanted to do was get back to the house so I could see Leah. It didn't even matter that I couldn't have her. I wanted to watch her. She glided when she walked. She had that regal air about her, but I knew she could get down and dirty. It was our little secret, which made it more exciting.
I made my way downstairs, dressed for a workout. I checked the kitchen to see if Leah happened to be in there, but it was empty. I knew Blake was still in bed. It was early. I walked into the foyer and found a note propped up on a table that held a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers.
Leah wasn't here. She’d written us a note to let us know she would see us tonight for dinner. I was a little bummed but figured it was probably for the best. I was only asking for trouble by messing with her. Blake would never forgive me if he knew what we had done. It was a line I shouldn't have crossed, but no matter how guilty I felt, I couldn't regret what I had done.
It was early evening when Leah returned. She had what smelled like lasagna and freshly baked bread.
“That smells good,” Blake commented.
Leah smiled as she walked into the kitchen where we were both sitting at the bar, eating some chips.
“I knew I wouldn't have time to cook dinner tonight, so I picked something up from Anthony's. Marissa is coming over. Do you remember her Blake?”
I watched as Blake's face turned red. “Yeah, I do.” He swallowed the last guzzle of Diet Coke from his can before turning to me. “We better go get changed for dinner.”
I looked at him like he was a little crazy but followed him out of the kitchen. I turned back to see Leah watching me with heat in her eyes. I stared back, letting her know I was going to fuck her again the first chance I got. The reward was worth the risk of getting caught.
“What's up?” I asked Blake as we climbed the stairs.
“Nothing. But around here, when she brings home a fancy dinner, it means we can't show up wearing sweats. Put on something decent,” he grumbled.
I laughed. “I'm not that unrefined. I can dress myself. If it's black tie, I'm out, but I can handle jeans and a nice shirt. That'll be fine, right?” I asked, suddenly realizing it may not be fine. What if I was expected to dress up?
“That's fine. A button-up but you can skip the tie.”
“Thank god,” I mumbled before opening the door to my room.
We both changed and headed back downstairs. Leah had changed as well. She was wearing a very sexy black dress. My erection stirred, and I instantly regretted tucking in my shirt. I was going to need the camouflage.
The doorbell rang, and Blake practically jumped three feet in the air. I gave him a look, questioning him. He shrugged it off.
Leah came back into the kitchen with a petite auburn-haired woman trailing behind her. The woman looked to be about our age. She was very pretty but not as pretty as Leah.
“This is Marissa. Marissa, you remember Blake, and this is his friend, Chase,” she said, making the introductions without making eye contact with me. “They’re here for the break.”
“Hi,” she said, a big smile on her face, giving me the once-over before quickly looking at Blake and then averting her eyes.
I could see she was a bit of a flirt. She knew she was attractive and was clearly very confident.
“Hi,” Blake and I said in unison.
I could tell there was something off with Blake. Blake and Marissa both looked very uncomfortable.
“You guys go ahead and have a seat while Marissa and I set the table,” Leah ordered.
Blake mumbled something and led me to the dining room.
“What's up, man?” I asked, taking in the sight of the long table that had to sit at least twenty people.
“Nothing.”
“Dude, do you not like that girl or what?”
“We, uh, hooked up over the summer while I was home, and then she dumped me. Said she was too old for me. She's twenty-seven. I don't see what the problem is,” he said with a big sigh.
I bit back a laugh. Leah was older than twenty-seven. I wasn't sure how old, but she was probably about ten years older than me. I wondered if it bothered her. Or maybe that's what turned her on.
“Do you still like her?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do, but she won't return my calls or texts. I didn't think I would see her when I was home. Now that I have, I want her.”
“Go for it, then. Convince her the age difference doesn't matter.”
At first, it looked like he was going to pout, but then I saw the moment he found his courage. “I will.”
“All right, let's go back in there. I'll ask Leah to help me find a game or something, and you talk to Marissa,” I said, eager to help my friend and to get Leah alone.
We headed into the kitchen together, and I casually asked Leah to help me for a minute. She looked a little surprised by my boldness but quickly agreed to go with me.
Neither one of us said a word as we crossed the foyer and headed down the hall to the game room. The tension crackled between us. Both of us knew what would happen if we went into that room alone. She had no idea what I was doing, but she followed me anyway, which was very satisfying.
I opened the door and gestured for her to go in first. She paused for a brief second, looking me straight in the eyes before stepping inside. I followed her in, shut the door, and locked it. There was a minimal amount of light coming from the various gaming systems and the surround sound system. It created a bit of an eerie glow in the room.
I turned to face her, to explain, but I didn't get the chance. Her lips pressed into mine. The heeled boots she was wearing brought her face almost to the same level as mine. My arms wrapped around her, yanking her to me as I walked backward, pushing her body against the wall. I ground my hips into hers, letting her feel my erection and how much I burned for her.
I heard a soft moan from her, and it spurred me on. My hands moved up to rub her breasts, wanting to rip the dress off, but knowing Blake was not far away reined in my lust.
“Chase,” she whispered into my mouth.
“Hmm?” I swallowed the word.
“I'm not wearing any panties. We could. Just real fast,” she panted.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, beyond tempted to take her up on the offer.
She reached down and cupped me through my jeans. I wanted to push into her, feel her sweet pussy covering my dick.
“We can't. Blake,” I said the one word I knew would cool her fervor as well as my own.
“Dammit,” she cursed, surprising me.
She had always been the perfect lady. Her slip told me everything I needed to know. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. It wasn't a one-time thing.
Praise the lord.
I figured I could give her a little satisfaction. I ran my hand down her leg, found the hem of her dress, and slid my hand up. I needed to know for myself she wasn't wearing any panties. My mouth moved over hers, my tongue plunging deep into her throat.
She wasn't lying.