Page 104 of Chad's Chase
“No,” he pronounced round and firm, adamant.
Why was I pushing this? I didn’t know. I didn’t know. All Ididknow was that I wanted him, Chad, to remake me. Eradicate all my horrible memories, and fill those gaps with himself. I wanted him to make sex from behind not something I feared, but something I welcomed, enjoyed immensely, looked forward to. And nobody could do that for me, but him. Blood.
Squeezing my fingers into a fist, I held his gaze and subtly snuck my fist up, then drove my knuckles downward to the gauze on his shoulder.
When he only grimaced at the pain, I hissed, “Fucking do it!”
He just looked at me like he wanted to pummel me into the wall, so I made to knuckle his wound again, but he caught my hand mid-air and roughly flung me around, ticked right off.
Grabbing my other hand, he locked both up above my head and pushed me face first against the wall. Leaving my hands above my head, he smoothly warned, “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”
Next thing I knew, he was stooped down and at my feet, undoing the laces of my boots. He took them off, my socks, my ankle holster and .25 Browning. Then he dragged my jeans and panties the rest of the way down, and off. When I tried to assist by lifting my leg, he stopped me with a stinging slap to my bare ass. The sound of palm against flesh echoing and bouncing off the hall walls.
I did as he warned and didn’t move another muscle.
Rid of all my clothing, he glided his hands up the back of my legs, and next I felt his tongue licking up my asscrack.
Hands moving up my inner thighs now, he braked at my sweet point and plunged two fingers inside me.
I moaned, forever loving everything about Chad touching me, kissing me, caressing me, fucking me…I just lovedhim.
While he worked his fingers in and out of my dripping wet core, he used his unoccupied hand to urge my legs further apart. When he was pleased with the spacing of my legs, he withdrew his fingers from inside me and stood up.
Circling one long, strong arm around my waist, he influenced me backward, and like Play-Doh I let him pull me, position me, make me however he wanted. He pressed a palm flat against the small of my back, encouraging it down, until my ass was sticking out.
Pleased with my position, he clasped my hips, and poked his head at my entrance. But there was a lengthy pause, like he was hesitating.
“Just do it, Ch—”
He drove in. Deep.
My instant reaction was tears. Emergent tears. As it always was when in this position. Tears burned like acidic vapor behind my eyes as the memories flooded in. I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood, squeezed my eyes shut, and reminded myself that the man behind me was Blood. Nothim.
Almost instantaneously, the pricking behind my eyes subsided.
In and out, Chad flexed steadily, slowly, assuring. Yet my eyelids hugged each other, my toes curled under, my legs planted stiff, my brain in deep concentration, focusing so I’d know for sure it was Chad back there.
Chad. Chad. Chad. Not Mr. D.
Hot breath kissed my ear lobe as Chad dropped his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Push back, baby. Let your mind know you’re consenting. That I’m not just taking. Youwantthis. Youlovethis.”
Swallowing hard, I tried doing as he suggested. But I was still stiff as a ply board, with about as much fluidity as a blow-up doll.
“Avidly,” he breathed against my skin.
Opening my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and began rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts. And with each thrust, my muscles relaxed, my toes uncurled, and the taunting feeling of fear got replaced with the titillating feeling of something…mind-blowing. Before I knew it, I was swept up and dissipating in pleasure, moaning out louder and louder with each incremented thrust.
“Now tell me,” he demanded, his voice a serrated, breathy thing.
“W-hat?” I asked, floating on a nirvana cloud with a crown of gold on my head.
“Tell me you love bending over for me, just as much as you love opening your legs for me.”
“Ohhhh. God.” This was vociferated, as I rocked back even harder against him and felt my orgasm riding in, whipping around a noose in the air, aiming to sling the damn thing around my neck and end me.
“Tell me!” Chad barked, his pumps increasing in pace, intensifying in depth.
“I love…Holyfuckingfuck…I love bending over for you.” The noose slung around my neck and tugged, tightening, squeezing, draining the pleasure out of me, blowing me wide open, decimating me, erasing me, bringing me back and letting me breathe for a teasing second, before tightening all over again with a bastardly laugh, prolonging my orgasm, going on and on like an endless white line on the freeway.
