Page 40 of Chad's Chase
Chad made me feel. Just feel. And he wasn’t even trying. He was just like any other human being, yet his mere existence affected me in ways I never knew possible. He made me so damn hot and feverish.
With a deep, throaty sound, he unpinned my arms and dove forward, his lips colliding with mine in unsuppressed, unleashing greed. Good knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Hand still keeping my face in place, he raped my mouth, while I raised my weak hands to his hair. His dirty-blond hair was soft and silky. Enough hair for me to greedily grip and tug.
His groan vibrated against my lips at the rough pull, but he didn’t stop kissing me. Our tongues like two vicious, poisonous snakes chasing each other. Both wanting to win, but neither having legs to rise up and dominate the other, so instead they slid against each other in stimulating rubs, soothing each other, pleasuring each other, compromising, learning to live with each other.
I could kiss this damned man for hours.
One large hand dipped down between us and grasped the hem of my tank. Our kiss broke only long enough for him to rip the tank over my head. No bra was underneath, so my breasts bounced free to the air and his hot stare.
This garden was open to all the residents on the complex, but we didn’t care. It was dark, and we seemed—seemed—to be the only ones awake anyway. The sprawling maple tree yawned over us, providing fake security. If anyone so happened to be strolling by and saw us…who cared? All they had to do was turn around and get the fuck out the garden. Because right now, us two people were far too hot and starved for each other to give a shit.
Garnering some strength, I raised my hips, pressed my palms flat against Chad’s chest, applied force and pushed him over on his back until I was straddling him.
He let me. He trusted me. Which was fucking stupid. He shouldn’t trust me. At all.
Just as he did with me, I grasped the hem of his thin, black T-shirt and hauled it over his head. His blond hair was left ruffled, sticking every which way.
Hot ass fucker.
Leaning down, I kissed his neck, all over his neck, bit and nibbled. Kissed down to his sternum. His skin was so taut, his body so hard.
He felt so good. So goddamn good it was driving me wild. I couldn’t stop thinking that over and over in my head because it was the truth.
He. Felt. Good.
I kissed over his tattoos that were once again drowning in the dark, kissed over his washboard abs. I just kissed and kissed and kissedeverywhere. Because I’ve never kissed a man’s body before. And this might be the only male I’ll ever want to kiss, so I was reveling in it. Enjoying it while it lasted.
“You’re hungry,” I heard his voice rumble, sounding half-strained, half-amused.
“You have no idea,” I whispered to his abs.
Chad jackknifed up and grabbed my face again, plunging his tongue into my mouth. My breasts squished against his chest, nipples hard like granite, aching to feel his mouth on them. And as though he could read my mind, his mouth divorced mine and moved in to propose to my breasts, sucking and fondling, relieving my ache. Tossing my head back, I ground against him. Against his tauntingly hard erection.
Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever been this insanely turned on. Been this hot for anyone. The feeling was so fucking amazing, I think I might weep when this was all over.
Chad drew back and tapped my arm with two fingers. “Stand up. Get rid of your footwear.”
Wasting no time, I stood up, my feet on either side of his, and kicked off my sports slippers, then looked down at him, hands at my sides, waiting, panting.
Bringing his hands up to my waist, he curled his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and panties, then dragged them down my legs. When they hit my ankles, I stepped out of them and he set the pieces of clothing aside.
Now I was fully naked, standing above him, staring down, while he sat jackknifed on the grass, staring hungrily at my sopping wet folds.
In a sudden flash, he palmed my ass cheeks, yanked me forward, and buried his tongue between my folds. I briefly lost my balance, but quickly regained it by holding onto his head.
The bolt of pleasure that jolted through me when his mouth sucked on my clit had me crooning like an owl among the trees. Chad ate me rapaciously, just like that. His tongue waging an unfair war with my clit, beating it into submission, finding its weaknesses and dragging them to the surface.
My knees buckled, and I fought to keep myself steady when he bit the tip of my clit, the rich nerve end, and I came instantly in a fit of shudders and nonsensical blabbering.
Oh my God. Oh my God.Chad. This man… I wanted more.
While I tried to catch my breath, I became vaguely aware of the clinking of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper undoing. The tear of a packet, silence, and then suddenly I was being yanked down.
Right down unto his erected cock.
I wasn’t prepared for it, so I screamed a little at the searing pain that lanced through me. But it was good pain, because he felt big and righteous inside me. He fitted, felt right. Like he belonged there all along.
