Page 34 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

He sets down the glass in his hand like it’s suddenly too heavy.

“Roxy,” he says, voice rough.

I don’t give him time to say anything else.

I step into the kitchen… and drop the robe.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. For the first time in a long time, I feel powerful again. Not because he wants me—he always wants me. That’s never been a question— I want him.

All of him. It’s my choice.

I’m not scared any longer.

He’s my choice, and I’m not pushing him away anymore.

I’m pulling him in… to me.

Slowly, I walk up to him. I’m naked. Bare. Exposed. Untouchable—but not. I want him to touch me.

His eyes trace over every inch of me like a prayer he doesn’t deserve to say out loud.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper as I get closer.

He doesn’t. He can’t.

I slide my hand down his chest and feel the tremble in his stomach. “You said you’d wait and participate in my stupid rules that we already know were pointless.”

“I would’ve,” he breathes.

Leaning in, my mouth is at his ear. I lick the shell before swallowing and saying, “Don’t.”

His hands hit my hips so fast I gasp at the speed.

I’m up. Lifted, slammed against the counter. His mouth is on mine like he’s drowning, and my lips and tongue are his only air.

There’s no hesitation. No soft start. Just Chase West finally doing what he’s always done. Worshipping me.

His mouth moves down my neck, nibbling and suckling, before traveling to my chest. He sucks on and rolls my nipples until I’m squirming on the countertop and panting his name. “Chase…, Oh, Chase!” He moves lower, peppering kisses over my stomach and hips before swirling his tongue around my bellybutton. Dropping to his knees, he looks up at me, his dark head between my quivering thighs. Leaning in, still watching me, he pushes my thighs apart and licks my slit from the bottom to my nub. He flicks it with his tongue and my hips buck. Leaning back slightly, he grins, “You like that, baby. Want more?”

In answer, I fist his hair and pull his face into my pussy.

His fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue have me wailing in minutes. “Ohhhh, Chase… yes, baby. I swear… you could win a pussy eating contest… but I’d kill you… Oh, God… Ohhhh… unless it was me you were… eating… Ohhhhhhh…” He chuckles and the vibrations hit my clit. Pulling him in closer, I ride his face. His fingers are sliding in and out of my pussy as he toys with my swollen clit. I feel the wave building and plant my foot on his shoulder, using it to really ride his face just right. My back arches and I scream at the top of my lungs with my climax.

About to die from the overwhelming sensations that consume my entire body, I forget my name. Forget my dumb rules. And forget why I ever thought he should leave.

I scream his name, “Chase… Oh, baby…. My Chase,” as my back arches with my second orgasm. He groans like it hurts him to hear it.

He wraps his arms around my thighs, and keeps me right there, spread and shameless as I come.

When the shudders stop and I slump back against the cabinets, he growls, “I love this.” He lightly flicks my clit with his tongue and my entire body jerks. I mutter, “Too much… too sensitive. Just a sec.”

He chuckles and leans back to look at me. “I love the way you taste, Rox. The way you pull my hair. The way you fall apart while screaming my name.” All I can do is stare at him. His mouth, cheeks, and chin are drenched from my juices and his eyes are full of love.

When I finally stop shaking, I mumble, “This is really uncomfortable.”

He laughs and helps me scoot off the counter. I slide to the floor with him. Naked. Still breathless. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close as we lie on the rug in the kitchen.

We don’t speak for the longest time. And then, as I shift, my knee bumps his groin. He groans as I feel how hard he still is. Smiling, I mutter, “Well, we have to fix this.” He lies back as I straddle him. My hips move as my hands plant on his chest. Soon enough, we’re both shattering again.

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