“No.” I quickly shut him down

“No?”

“That’s what I said, do you need your hearing checked?” I rise and busy myself rearranging things on the table.

He leans back, stretching his arms behind his head, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Don’t go running on my account. I do have some self control.”

“I’m not running, I’m just cleaning up.”

“How many times have I told you, you’re a horrible liar.” A loud sigh leaves my mouth, as I return to my chair.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Is that okay with you?”

“Worried I’ll change your mind?”

“You’re just so annoyingly persistent. You don’t give a girl time to breathe. A minute to think.”

“So you can continue convincing yourself it’s a bad idea? Hell fucking no. I know all about girls like you.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Girls like me?”

“Yeah. Rich. Uptight. Frigid.” Each word is said as an insult. “You’ve probably only had missionary sex.”

“And I suppose a guy like you could teach me a thing or two. Show me how to loosen up.”

“Something like that. A little more of what happened earlier, and less of this.” He gestures between us.

Ignoring him I resume cleaning up the table, itching for some distance. Arrogant Chase is not one I want to antagonize. Acting like he knows me better than I know myself, has me wanting to rise up to the challenge. I resent the person he’s painted me out to be. I’m focused, I’m successful, and just because I’m not falling at his feet when he wants me to doesn’t mean I’m a woman who doesn’t own her sexuality.

I love sex. I’m sure sex with Chase would be carnal bliss, but I’m not malleable; I won’t bend at his will.

“Do you need help?”

“You mean to tell me you know how to do something other than inflate your own ego?”

He stands, and gathers the empty dishes in front of him. With our hands full, we walk inside in silence. Turning my back to him, I begin to stack the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen, hoping the lack of conversation will turn him away. Unperturbed, he finds things to do that are out of my way, but helpful nonetheless.

“Do you want a drink?” He opens the fridge door studying the copious amounts of alcohol we have on display.

“I’m just going to go upstairs. These long days really take it out of me.”

“I think you’re a Pinot Grigio type of girl.” Ignoring me, he reaches for the bottle. Holding it, he navigates the kitchen until he finds what he’s looking for. Filling the glass up with more than the appropriate amount, he pushes the wine across the marble stone, to me. “One drink. It will help you wind down before bed.”

Grabbing a bottle of Snake River, beer from Wyoming’s oldest brewery, he effortlessly pops the top off and takes a long pull. Mesmerized, I watch the the way his Adam’s apple bobs with every swallow.

Placing the bottle down on the counter, he steps forward, closer to me. His large hand cups the back of my neck, pulling my face towards him. I keep my head lowered refusing to be entranced by his usual spell. His fingers tip up my chin. “You’re going to look at me like that, and still say no?”

The air between us thickens as my eyes meet his. While I spend too much time trying and failing to hide my attraction to him, Chase has unmasked desire written all over his face.

He runs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Talking gets me absolutely nowhere with you.”

“Oh no, talking works just fine. You made it very clear what you think of me.” Lifting the wine glass to my lips, I take a sip to dilute my frustration.

“Prove me wrong,” he taunts.

A thought flitters through my mind, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the tell tale smile from appearing on my face. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Go sit down over there.” I point to the ridiculously extravagant dining table that’s opposite to the kitchen itself. “Make sure you’re facing the counter.”

In two strides he’s sitting exactly where I asked, his arms crossed over his chest, his jean covered legs open wide. Watching and waiting.

I slide my phone out of my back pocket, and link it up to the surround sound system that infiltrates the house. I pull up The Weeknd’s cover of Dirty Diana, and wait for the music to start.

The sound begins to echo throughout the house, and Chase’s eyes widen with curiosity.

Giving him my back, I seductively begin swaying my hips, from one side to the other. I don’t have to turn around to know where his focus is. Right now, he’s exactly where I want him to be.

I undo the first four buttons on my shirt, enough to show the swell of my cleavage, and the lace patterns of my bra. My body undulates to the thumping of the rhythm until I’m facing him again.

Unbuttoning the rest of the shirt, I slide it off my shoulders and wrap it closely under my breasts. His eyes land exactly where I intended, the amount of skin on display is just enough to tease. As the bass in the song increases, I innocently let go of the shirt, and watch Chase shift in his chair.

His gaze moves to my shorts, anticipation written all over his face. I continue to dance, as I pull the short zipper down, leaving my cutoffs open, and a sliver of underwear exposed. As The Weeknd sings a line about a life that’s so carefree, I turn around, shimmy the material down my legs, my bare ass on display, and look over my shoulder.

He’s biting his lip, rising off his seat, itching to touch me. I shake my head at him, and he sits back down. One hand grips the side of the chair, the other palms his obviously hard cock. Restraint has never looked so painful.

There are moments in life you store in your memory bank, to call upon when you need to remind yourself just how awesome you are. This is one of them, because the look on his face is fucking unforgettable.

Strutting towards him with purpose, I hold his stare. He lingers on the way my tits bounce with every step, and it takes all I have not to take my bra and thong off and drive him wild.

I reach him, and he raises his arms with trepidation. Tilting my head to the side, I mouth a sassy ‘nope’, leaving him furious.

The music comes to an end, only to be replaced by our heavy breathing.

“How long you gonna make me wait?” he asks.

“Oh, City Boy, when you gonna realize I can call the shots too?”

Stepping closer, my legs straddle him. He hisses, as I lower myself, my heat covering his solid length. Appearing unfazed by the contact, I perfect my outward reaction, as my insides throb with desire.

Holding his shoulders for balance, I begin to slowly grind against him. His hands grab my face, and he forces his lips on mine. This kiss is nothing like what we shared earlier. This is him wanting to climb inside my body through my mouth, his tongue thrusting against mine, fucking my mouth.

He unhooks my bra, and I let it fall to the floor, his lips following it’s descent. He hungrily latches onto my heavy breast, his tongue swirling around my taut nipple. Every part of him is pressing into my skin, marking me with need. Selfishly, I let his hands, mouth, and tongue roam, wanting to feel his desperation all over me.

With every touch my movements get faster, as I shamelessly rub myself along his dick. “Chase,” I pant. His hands slide under my ass, as he rises and walks us to the kitchen counter.

“Lie down,” he orders. The cool marble soothes the burn from within. “I’m going to make you come. Give you a little preview of all the good things we’ll be enjoying together.”

“City boy, just use your mouth for what it’s good for, you know talking doesn’t work for us.”

Dragging my thong down the length of my legs, he opens me up, and then looks up to the sky, like he’s thanking the gods above.

Simultaneously he lifts me to him, and lowers his head to my pussy. He slides his tongue in between my slit, applying pressure on my pulsating clit. Sucking and licking, he devours every drop of my enjoyment.

He slips a finger inside of me, and then a second, the intrusion a reminder of how good it would feel if it was his cock instead.

My body coils as every part of me feels hungry, greedy and thirsty for release. He senses the inevitable, and he continues his assault; pushing me further into the abyss.

I fuck his face, as ripples of pleasure begin to form. With one last flick of my clit, a loud moan leaves my mouth, as the orgasm runs through me; faster, harder, and more powerful than ever before.

My chest rises and falls, every breath deep and long, as my mind tries to catch up to how good he made me feel.

Chase looks down at me with satisfaction and accomplishment, and I remember why I put on this show in the first place. Sitting up on my elbows, my eyes dart to his tented pants, and my skin heats up at the thought of his cock in my mouth.

“Come upstairs, you can return the favor.”

Upright, I make sure to have his full attention. When his eyes zero in on mine, I grab his material covered dick and stroke up and down, teasing him.

“I’m sorry.” My voice is sickly sweet. “But I’ve got to get up really early tomorrow.” I squeeze him a little harder. “I’m uptight and frigid remember?”

His jaw clenches with fury, as I hop down and push past him. Without even bothering to pick up my clothes, I look back at him and smile. Big. Showing him what real satisfaction and accomplishment actually looks like. “Thanks for the orgasm though.”

I race out of sight, before he can say a word, or I can change my mind. I call out from the bottom of the stairs, “see you tomorrow, City Boy.”