Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders 11)
Page 54“That’s it,” he whispered fiercely. “Let me take you there.”
“Yes,” she hissed, her back bowing as his c**k hit her G-spot. Over and over. He’d changed the angle of his hips so he wasn’t bumping against her clit, but this felt so damn good she didn’t care.
Chase took her mouth again as he drove into her, so in tune with what she needed that Ava swore they’d made love a thousand times before instead of just once.
Then he adjusted his position again, hitting both spots with each hard, deep stroke.
Ava seemed to splinter into a million pieces when she climaxed. She knew Chase wasn’t far behind as his thrusts intensified. When he groaned and started to bury his face in her neck, she released her grip on the headboard and cradled his face in her palms. “Look at me. Show me what I do to you.”
Chase whispered, “God, Ava,” and shuddered as his orgasm rolled over him in a long wave that left him groaning and her stunned by the intensity.
Panting, they just held onto each other, trying to unscramble their brains. Finally Chase mumbled, kissed her, pushed up, pulled out, and got up to ditch the condom.
Ava rolled over, deliciously sore, but unsure what would happen next.
When he crawled back in bed, she pushed up on her elbow, intending to give him space. He said, “Where you goin’?”
“Umm. To my bed?”
“Like hell.” He dropped his top leg over hers, holding her in place. “You don’t get to f**k me and run. I suspect that’s been both our habits in the past. We both know this ain’t a one-night thing.” He scooted behind her and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “So get used to sharing a bed with me.”
“But the room’s still gotta cost under a hundred bucks.”
“Such a taskmaster.”
“Someone’s gotta keep you in line.”
Chase was a hard sleeper. So Ava found it easy to slip free from his arms in the early morning hours.
She wished for light but didn’t dare risk waking him by turning on the one in the bathroom. But it was handy that they’d slept naked. She paused at the foot of the bed, her eye on the prize. Although they’d had sex three times last night, Chase hadn’t allowed her direct access to his cock, even one time, which was why Ava was helping herself to it now. It was a new day. Last night’s rules no longer applied.
She knew she’d only have limited time before Chase woke up. Bending her head, she inhaled this warm, intimate scent before she sucked the soft c**k into her mouth. She loved how the skin grew taut and the flesh expanded with every suctioning pull.
He stirred, moaning as his c**k hardened. Lengthened.
When Ava started sliding his shaft over her tongue, his hand landed on her head.
Immediately it snapped back and Chase scrambled upright. “Ava? What the devil are you doin’?” He inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth when she tongued the tip. “Hell. I thought it was a dream.”
She pulled off his shaft long enough to say, “Nope. I want to make this buff body to squirm.” She licked him like a lollipop.
Again, Ava eased off and met his gaze in the near darkness. “But nothing. You don’t get to direct this.”
If she thought he’d lovingly pet her, agree, and murmur encouragement, she was mistaken. Chase’s big hands were on her face, gripping her jaw. “Yes, I do.”
His answer turned her panties damp. As did his explicit command, “On the floor. On your knees.”
As Ava moved, so did Chase. He perched on the edge of the mattress, making space for her between his legs. Then he stroked her cheek. “Better. Now I can watch you workin’ me and you ain’t gonna choke when you swallow.”
No mincing words there.
“Take me in your mouth again, Ava.”
God that low gravely morning voice loosened something primitive inside her. She bent her head, letting her hair fall against his thighs, feeling his muscular quads quiver in response to the soft strands teasing the muscles. She suckled the tip, tracing the shape of the plump head with the inside of her lips, taking time to flick her tongue over the sweet spot below the cockhead with every wet swipe.
Tease. Retreat. Acquainting herself with his reactions, licking away the little pearls of pre-come. Then Ava moved in for the kill, needing to taste him fully. She made a fist around the base, sliding her hand up and down the length, bobbing her head to meet her fingers.
He stayed rigid, hands propped on the edge of the mattress, watching her. But Chase wasn’t completely motionless. His body trembled. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His toes curled.
Something about seeing that odd vulnerability made Ava ache. Made her want to assure him she’d never exploit this part of him that he was bold enough to share with her.
“Holy. Christ.” Chase’s palms covered her ears and he pushed her upper body back. Then he thrust past her lips, lodging his c**k into her throat, staying there until she swallowed. He pulled out and did it again.
Ava had no control. Chase held her head, keeping her in place. “Ava. Look at me. See what you do to me.”
Her gaze connected with his. Such lust. Such hunger in his eyes. Such need. She felt it all flowing between them, felt her body responding to the call of his. She hollowed her cheeks around the thickness filling her mouth and he groaned.
“Watch those teeth, darlin’,” he warned, “but don’t stop.”
She switched from deep throating him to shallow bobs of her head. Her senses were fine-tuned to the wet sucking sounds of his c**k shuttling in and out of her mouth. The gentler grip he maintained in her hair. The shag carpet digging into her knees. His low murmurs of approval. The wholly male scent of his sex. And his entire body twitching with anticipation.
More more more. Give it all to me.
He swore and went motionless.
Ava moaned around his c**k as he came and his taste exploded on her tongue. She swallowed each hot spurt and his pleasure rolled over her in a warm, satisfying wave. When the tremors ceased, she released his softened c**k little by little, dragging out the moment for herself.