Page 44 of I Despise You
“You automatically lose the game, so you need to take your clothes off.” His gaze travels down my body, lingering on my breasts, as if he can already imagine it all.
I glance down at my cards. Running out of here and telling him I don’t care about his stupid game is a nice option, but what if I can beat him at it?
“Let’s keep playing,” I say.
His smile deepens, and I hope he’s not going to find a way to cheat.
I’m either very lucky or Chase is going easy on me, but after a few draws, he’s only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. I do my best to keep my eyes up, but I can’t help but admire how hot he is.
I pick another card. Chase chooses his.
I stare at the cards. “I win?” I say tentatively. It looks like I won, but in my excitement to do it, the rules have blurred in my mind.
“Yeah, you do,” he says.
I clap my hands together, letting out a small squeal, and then I catch Chase’s gaze. Oh shit! He thinks I’m celebrating so much because I want to see him naked, and not because I’m thrilled that I beat him at his own game.
“You don’t have to—” I start to say.
“Nonsense. You won.” He gets to his feet, and just like that, he yanks his briefs down.
I’m so shocked that my eyes land exactly where they’re not supposed to—on his thick length. Need fills my insides, even though I try to ignore it.
“There’s also another prize for you.” He climbs on the bed, stalking toward me.
I want to back away, but it’s hard because of the position I’m sitting in. All I manage is to get my legs out from under me, but that also means Chase can reach me easier.
His hands grab my legs and he pulls me to him. His fingers send a wave of heat through me as they glide up my thighs.
Instead of closing my legs, I instinctively part them. My skirt rides all the way up. He rubs me through my underwear, and my thoughts leave my mind in an instant. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and yanks them down my legs so fast that I can only gasp as the air feels cold against my scorching flesh.
His finger traces my opening, slipping inside. I cry out, but it’s out of pleasure. “Mmm. So wet for me,” he says.
I want to tell him that it’s not like that, but I’d be lying if I said it.
He grips my thighs again and brings his mouth to my core. His tongue glides over my slit, lighting me on fire. He kisses my pussy as if he’s kissing my mouth, and his tongue pushes inside me, twisting and turning.
I can’t fight the sensations coursing through my body, and I don’t want to fight them. Chase’s tongue presses against my clit, his fingers digging into my thighs. His tongue flicks over my sensitive flesh until my whole body is tingling.
The rush that goes through me is so incredible that I’m unable to stop a loud moan from tearing its way out of my throat. My release spreads all over me, leaving me breathless, as Chase keeps teasing me.
A phone rings somewhere. Its sound is muffled, but still loud enough. Chase lifts his head and lets out an annoyed grunt, his lips glistening with my juices.
“Sorry,” he says, pushing himself up and letting go of me. I catch myself staring at his ass. Damn, he’s just a hundred percent hot, isn’t he?
His phone is in the drawer of his nightstand, and his face grows serious when he sees the screen. “I have to take this.”
“Yeah. Sure.” I quickly tug up my panties, lowering my skirt. I’m not sure if I can walk, but this is my only chance to get out of here before things progress any further.
“You don’t have to—” He frowns at the phone, as if he doesn’t want to answer but doesn’t have a choice.
“Actually, I do.” My legs feel weird, but I take a few steps just fine. “See you later,” I say, grabbing my bag and books.
And then I’m out of the room.
I press my back against the door for a few moments. Chase’s voice sounds like a growl when he answers, but whatever he says later is too quiet for me to hear.
Shit.
Who is calling him and why? I guess I’m not going to find out.
