Page 68 of Chasing Lyric
My limbs are molten. My breath’s coming in rapid pants. And all I can do is lie there, completely undone, as he stands over me with stormy eyes.
His boxer briefs are still on.
He can’t be done.
I needmore.
I needhim.
“Chase?” I ask, breathless, still half in the afterglow, half in desperation.
His eyes lift from where they’d been roaming my body. His jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his damp hair, then lets out a groan that sounds like it costs him to say the words. “I never have sex without a condom.”
Good to know.
“Okay?”
He grimaces. “I don’t have any with me.”
“Bottom drawer,” I tell him, signaling to the bedside table.
His eyes light as if I’ve given him the best present I could have. His happy demeanor is so expressive as he leans over to open the drawer. I hear him shuffling around, and then he appears with my vibrator, which I have named Jason Momoa. Chase is holding it in his hand as it wobbles back and forth.
I smirk with a shrug. “I’ve been single for a while, Chase.”
“It’s good to know you have one. Means we can get creative. Another time, though. This time I want you all to myself.” He throws Momoa back in the drawer with a thud, then he stands with a silver foil packet in his hand.
Chase’s eyes meet mine as I take in a deep breath. His large fingers loop into his briefs, and he slowly edges them down. My heart hammers in my chest in anticipation of finally seeing Chase naked. I have to admit, I’ve waited for this moment since the second I saw him.
He shuffles his briefs, and my eyes snap to his giant cock sitting proud against his stomach. He’sso hard. He’s thick and long, the veins bulging through his skin, and I can’t help but gasp at how fucking perfect he is.
He rips the foil packet with his teeth.Fuck, if that’s not the single most sexy thing I’ve ever seen Chase do.Then his huge hand slides the condom over his thick length. All the while, I’m panting for breath, watching the whole thing play out in front of me like some sort of strangely erotic cinema experience.
And it’s such a turn-on.
I want to sit forward and take him into my mouth, but I’m so worked up, I need to feel him inside of me.Now.
“I need you,” I whimper.
He shifts to the edge of the bed. “Fuck, Starlight, I need you, too.”
He yanks my legs abruptly, lifting them against his body.
What the hell has he got in store for me?
But I let him take charge.
“Do you trust me, Lyri?”
My heart hammers in my chest. “Yes.” It comes out as a breathy whisper.
“Then hold on tight.” He grips onto my ankles, then suddenly flips them, making my front flop over on the mattress. I let out a loud squeal, my ass on display for him as he pulls my legs apart, either side of him. He steps in and up, one hand smoothing out along my spine.
My breaths come short and sharp as I remember the words…
Do you trust me, Lyri?
I need to let go.
