Chase (Chase #1) (4 page)

“Do you like it when I spank you?” he asked
as he stood behind me.

“Yes,” I said softly, as
my bated words escaped my mouth.

I felt his hand
pushing my skirt up, as his hand quickly cupped my bare ass and squeezed it gently.

“Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked in a straight, calm voice.

“Yes,” I said, my eyes now closed as I gripped the top of the wooden dresser harder, my nails starting to scrape against the wood.

“How about now?” he asked
, squeezing harder.

Before I could
reply, he turned me around, my hair cutting through the air like a thousand little blades, my back pushed up against the wall, his hands gripping my wrists, pinning them above my head. He looked at me like a lion at its prey, not a single ounce of nervousness on his face, though I knew there was a ton on mine. Even though he was aggressive, I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. Hell, I wanted him to do this to me, but I was still nervous, and I liked it.

He leaned forward,
starting to kiss my neck, his hands still pinning mine against the wall. My chin gently rose up in the air, giving him more room to trace his lips against my throbbing neck. He pushed against me softly, his bulge caressing my thigh, the thin fabric of our clothes unable to stop the euphoric sensation of our bodies rubbing together.

Just as I started to like this, h
e stopped kissing me, moved his lips up towards my ear, and whispered the words I wanted to hear more than anything in this moment.

“I want to fuck you.”

I bit my lower lip, giving him a simple acceptance of his invitation, before he led me over to the bed, which had a thick, fluffy black comforter spread out across it. I sat on the edge, looking up at him, before he walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer near the top. He pulled something out, letting it dangle from his hand, before closing the drawer and walking over towards me, pulling his shirt out of his pants.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“Put this on,” he said, as he put the satin blindfold over my eyes.

“What’s it for?”

“If I tell you, then it won’t be a surprise,” he said.

I heard him unzip his pants, his belt buckle clinking as it hit the floor,
before he shuffled the pants away, his belt making another sound as it flew across the room.

“Open your mouth,” he
ordered.

I didn’t question him, able to piece two and two together
. Even though I rarely ever did it, I had never wanted to suck a cock more than I did right now.

“Wider,” he said.

My pussy starting to get wet, I accepted his order, opening my mouth wider, as far as it could go. I felt him get closer, hearing him breathe, and I could sense it, his dick, right in front of my face. Just as my opened mouth began to get lonely, he slowly slid it in, his shaft brushing against my tongue, before he hit a pocket of spit in the back of my mouth. It was big.

“Yeah, just like that,” he said, as he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, grabbing it
into a ponytail to keep it from getting into my mouth.

I
started to suck his cock, letting it slide in and out, down my throat, as he slowly motioned back and forth like he was fucking my mouth. I couldn’t fit it all in, maybe three quarters of it at best. Some of his thrusts made my eyes water and tear up underneath the blindfold.

Just as my mouth and jaw began to get tired a few minutes later, he said something that would stir me up even more than he had already.

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight. How about I return the favor?” he asked, as his cock slowly slid out of my mouth, a trail of spit stretching out between the head of his cock and my lips, before I swallowed and looked up at him, the blindfold still on.

“Return it how?” I asked, almost hoping he
wouldn’t tell me.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me up,
and then pulled my dress over my head and tossed it clear across the room.

“Keep your blindfold on,” he said, as he undid my bra.

I felt the cool air beat against my bare tits, my nipples hardening, as his hands cupped them and squeezed, pulling my right nipple gently. He got close enough to let his cock brush against my bare thigh, so close to my pulsating and now throbbing pussy, the likes of which had never seen or experienced a cock that felt
this
big.

“Get on your back,” he said, guiding me back towards the bed
.

I
laid back, my arms at my sides, as he grabbed my purple lace panties and pulled them down slowly.

“
Mmm,” he mumbled as he spread my legs apart.

I tried not to smile
, but I couldn’t help myself, my only saving grace being the lip bite I did to try to keep myself from looking too needy. I only waited ten seconds, but it felt like a lifetime before I felt his tongue brush against my pussy, my lungs filling with bated breath, before his tongue skipped and danced along my growing clit. His tongue flirted with it, running quickly along it like a small motor before slowing down and circling around like it was doing laps.

His finger slowly slid inside me, my back arching just slightly, before he slid it out and put two inside me, my pussy stretching
to accommodate his fingers.

“Fuck,” I said softly, with an exhaled breath
.

I heard him
gently laugh, his fingers slowly riding in and out of me, his tongue still playing with my clit like it was a toy. I squeezed my tits, pulling my nipples out, before letting them snap back as I pushed my palms against the bed and grabbed the comforter, squeezing and twisting it tightly between my quivering hands.

Before I could take any more
, he stopped, as if knowing I was reaching my peak, and he got on top of me, pulling off the blindfold. I opened my eyes, squinting them as I adjusted to the dim light that now felt blinding.

“
Why did you stop?” I asked.

“I want you to see my dick
being pushed inside you,” he said as he ripped open a gold condom wrapper and slid it down his dick.

It was big, maybe seven and a half to eight inches, and had a girth that I knew would prove challenging
. He didn’t smile, didn’t frown, and kept a straight face, the kind that was incredibly mysterious and sexy, the kind that made you
need
to know what he was thinking about.

He squirted some lube into his hand and stroked his cock as he looked at me,
then wiped his hand off on a small, white towel and walked towards me, my pussy still getting hit with the cool air as I looked down at him. I wasn’t experienced in any sense of the word, but I knew I was about to get a crash course.

Without saying a word
, he wrapped his bulging arms around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed like I was some kind of rag doll he could just toss around the room. He pushed my legs back as far as they could go before I felt the head of his cock brush against my pussy, spreading his lube, looking for an opening. Just before I was going to try to help, he pushed it in, the generous amount of lube he brushed along his cock letting it slide inside me with absolute ease.

“Oh my god,” I said, looking down at it
, my mouth wide open.

“Do you like seeing me fuck you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, almost whispering.

I threw my head back, moaning, grabbing the comforter and twisting it so hard my hands turned red
. He held my calves in his hands, my pussy spread wide open for him to use in any way he saw fit. For this night I was his.

Just as I had gotten used to the
ecstasy of him inside me, he pulled his dick out, letting go of my legs, before flipping me over, my feet touching the ground before he raised my right leg up, bending it, setting it on top of the bed. I didn’t say anything, instead going with it as he got me from behind, his hands gripping my ass, spreading it apart, as he aggressively fucked me like a rabid animal.

“Fuck,” I
moaned loudly each time he pushed the base of his cock up against me.

My hair flung around like there were fans around me before I looked up, seeing him in the mirror, his abs
flexed, his arms bulging. He grabbed and twisted my hair around his right hand, his left still firmly on my ass, before he pulled it back, my head going with it. As he thrust he bent forward, his face next to mine, before his tongue came out and danced with mine, latching onto each other like hooks.

His presence
quickly receded, his grip on my hair loosening, as I heard his breathing grow louder and his thrusts more frequent. I felt his left hand leave my ass before it wrapped around underneath, his index and middle fingers pressing against my clit and vibrating it as they quickly moved back and forth, side to side. I closed my eyes, biting my lip, as I felt a rushing, tingling sensation hit me.

“Yes,” I shouted.

He kept rubbing with the same pace, the same force, and the same ferocity, and as he rubbed I felt the force of his actions rush through me, taking my breath away, my eyes rolling back, and I couldn’t breathe for a few split seconds. I gasped for air, twisting the sheets, as I felt his cock push in and out, in and out.

“Yes…fuck
, yes,” I muttered.

My heart raced as his fingers left my throbbing clit, my breath starting to come back, my eyes
coming firmly back in place as they looked forward, watching him in the reflection. Through my hair hanging down, I saw him in the mirror, his mouth open, before he pulled his cock out of me, ripped off his condom, and like Ol’ Faithful, shot his load all over my ass and back, the constant flow not stopping, as I felt its heat against me.

He let out a manly moan, his deep voice sending shivers up my spine, before he squeezed his cock and slapped it on my
ass, letting the last bits of cum drip out onto me.

“I love the way you fuck me,” I said.

“I bet you do,” he replied.

He grabbed
a white towel from nearby and wiped my ass and back dry, then tossed the towel to the side of the room. I pushed myself up, turned around, and walked right into his waiting arms. His hands were on the side of my arms, a small yet noticeable smile on his face.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing my hand.

“Where?” I asked.

“Bed,” he said, as we started walking.

“But what about our clothes?” I asked.

“
I always sleep nude,” he replied.

Chapter Five

Alexis

I awoke the next morning to the warm Los Angeles sun parading through the half
-open blinds in Chase’s bedroom. A cocoon of pillows and sheets enveloped me like I was sitting inside the pouch of a kangaroo, totally protected and safe. My eyes opened slowly, my hand coming up to block the sun from beaming directly into my frail eyes, as I blinked a few times to try to adjust myself to the light.

I sat up, looking around the room, trying to find
any hint of Chase. He was nowhere to be found, or at least not that I could see. I looked and saw the imprint of his body on the bed, the white covers warped like the sand of a zen garden, but the all important rock the sand warped around was missing.

I looked down, my clothes still off, the covers
now just barely covering my naked breasts, as I looked to see if they were anywhere in sight. They were, surprisingly, on a gray chair near my side of the bed. They were neatly folded, hung over the back of the chair, waiting for me to slip them on.

I got out of bed, walked over to the chair, and put them on, my dress from last night easily indicating
to anyone outside that I would be doing the walk of shame when I left to go home. I walked over to the half-open window, my shoes in one hand and my purse in the other, before looking out into the busy Los Angeles streets below. The sun shimmered and bounced off of the windows of the passing cars, like little distress signals asking for my aid. I turned, walking into the bathroom, hoping to find a hint of him somewhere…anywhere. He wasn’t there.

I walked out of his bedroom and was immediately
presented with the room we used last night, the door identical to the one to his bedroom, though the secrets that lay inside differed vastly. Looking down the hall to make sure I wasn’t being watched, as if I were doing something bad, I grabbed the handle and turned it, hoping to go inside and get a better look than the one I got last night. It was locked. I guessed it made sense that he took out my clothes and locked away his special little room so that nobody could find it.

I walked down the hallway, slowly, looking at everything and taking it
in, as I didn’t get the chance last night when I was being whisked away to a night of tantalizingly erotic sex. He had pictures with just about anybody who was anybody, as well as a couple trophies and plaques on the walls. I was impressed, but more worried and concerned about where he was right now, and why I wasn’t waking up beside him, in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

I walked into the
wildly expansive living room, the white furniture accented with gray pillows and blankets, like the set of a sci-fi movie. Everything was neatly laid out; nothing out of place, and nothing even remotely dirty. He must have had a team of housekeepers to keep this place in such good order.

“Chase?” I called, hoping I’d hear him somewhere nearby.

“Chase?” I said again a few seconds later, thinking he didn’t hear me the first time.

I got nothing back, not even a faint reply from a room on the other side of the house
. I guessed he must be gone. Why would he leave me alone in his house without waking me up first? That seemed a little…risky. I’d never leave anyone, especially a guy I just went on a date with, in my house alone, and I didn’t even have anything worth any
real
value, except my dignity, which I had checked at the door.

I pulled out my phone,
knowing the only way I was getting home now was in a cab, when I saw a notification from Chase on my screen from RandomMeetX. That was odd. Why would he message me on here, but not say anything while I was in his house? I opened the app, clicked on the message, and read what he had to say.

“I’m sorry I left without saying anything this morning
. I had to get to work for an emergency and didn’t want to wake you and make you leave that early in the morning after such an amazingly exhausting night. I have arranged a car to take you home whenever you are ready. Just call the number below, tell them your name, and they will be there within ten minutes. Thank you for the wonderful night.”

I mulled over the message for a minute, re-reading it,
trying to look for clues, if there even were any. I smiled, a little happy that he didn’t wake me up this morning, as my night with him did wipe out any residual energy I might have been holding onto.

I clicked the number on my screen, called the company, and told them my name,
and they told me that they’d be promptly over to take me to my destination, and thanked me for using their service and that I was a valued customer.

I looked around his living room, smiled, and opened the front door to wait outside for the driver to come and take me home
.

The car soon came and
the driver, an older man, maybe seventy, opened the door for me as I slid in and buckled myself in, the dark leather seats and tinted windows offering me solace from the beating California sun. I turned around and looked at his gate close as we pulled out, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time I would go through it. I was sure it wouldn’t be, especially after last night.

•••

A few days had passed and I had no contact from Chase, leaving me the awkward decision to message him, hoping he’d reply. I didn’t want to pressure him, especially because I was starting to like him and I didn’t want to push him away, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried. No guy had ever gone this long without at least a simple hello, especially after sex.

“Hey, I’m not sure if you’ve just been busy, but I wanted to say that the other night was amazing and that if you’re available, I’d really like to see you again sometime soon
. Hope to hear from you.”

After hovering my finger over the send button, I clicked it, seeing the text box close and the message rush off to his phone, hopefully
soon to be read and replied to. I locked my phone and put it away before my shift started at work. It was going to be a slow day, Tuesdays always were, and all I had to do was sit here and direct students to whatever office or building they needed to get to. That was all the people behind the information desk did, and it wasn’t fun. Not only that, but without anything else to do in between, you tended to have a lot of free time to think about anything and everything that might sneak into your mind.

I checked my phone periodically during my shift, each time getting more disappointed than the
last. Why wasn’t he replying to me? I knew he might be busy, his job sounded demanding, but still, I felt like he could take the time if he really wanted to. Maybe I was just over-thinking things, though. I’d been known to do that sometimes.

After helping an older man find where he could go to talk
to someone about his grandson’s tuition bill, I pulled out my phone, hoping to see the notification I wanted, but there was nothing. Instead of putting away my phone, I unlocked it, navigating to RandomMeetX and going to the sent message folder, hoping to see if he hadn’t read it.

He had.

I felt a flurry of emotions. He had read the message almost half an hour ago and never replied, not even with a simple “I’ll get back to you later” or “I hope you’re doing well.” Hell, he didn’t even tell me he wasn’t interested in me in the relationship sense. I felt that he owed me that kind of decency, but apparently he didn’t feel the same way. I was expendable.

Was it possible that what we
’d had was just
one
night? That he went into this thinking of me as a pussy to fuck while he serenaded me with the allure of love and lust? I didn’t want to believe it, and I couldn’t believe it at first, but sadly, I began to, if not for the signs that were laid out right in front of me.

Should I give up on it
? I didn’t want to, but there was that little voice in the back of my head that said he wasn’t coming back. There was nothing he could’ve been busy enough with to read my message and not reply to it.

A couple hours passed and the next guy came to take
my shift. I grabbed my things to go home, as I had nowhere else to go. I had to study for a math test I had coming up on Friday anyway, so I guessed I wouldn’t just be sitting there looking at the wall.

I walked outside, a few
dark clouds scattered through the sky, a rare sight for Los Angeles, as we never got any real rain to speak of. That was a huge difference between here and back home. The only forecast the weatherman could give was
hot
.

I waited at the bus stop with a few others
. My apartment wasn’t terribly far away, but it was too far with the humidity to walk. As I waited I checked my phone twice, hoping, just hoping, that I missed the notification and he did reply, apologizing profusely, telling me his mother died and that was the reason he never messaged me or replied to my last message. I guess the dead mother thing was taking it a little far, and I shouldn’t wish that, and I didn’t, but I wanted him to have a
good
reason, not just one he might think was good.

There was nothing, not even a lingering hello, or
a message meant for another person, another girl. Shaking my head, I sighed and put my phone away as the bus pulled up, a couple raindrops starting to fall from the sky. I stepped onto the bus, paid my fare, and found a seat next to an older woman, maybe eighty years old, and put my bag on my lap, looking forward, not making eye contact with anyone. Nobody wanted me to make eye contact with them…trust me.

The bus stopped two blocks from my apartment
. Nobody else got off with me, and I melancholically walked home, a tense feeling in my chest and stomach. I was upset, and quite frankly, I felt a little used.

Even though I somehow knew this could happen, and that he seemed like the type of guy who ha
d been with a bunch of women, it still hurt to actually have it happen to me. You can never truly prepare yourself for the worst, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise.

I always had to wiggle my key to get my door to unlock
. The padlock needed servicing, but my landlord was never willing to take my complaints or requests seriously, leaving me with a sticky lock that was a bitch and a half to get open, especially on those days my hands were full.

The air was stale and humid as I walked in
side. My air conditioner wasn’t on, and I’d left the window open this morning before I left for work, letting the humidity in to make me feel as though I was swimming when I walked into my small apartment.

I dropped my bag on my
coffee table, closed the window, and turned on my air conditioner, the stupid thing actually working for once, pummeling ice-cold air through the inside of my apartment and beating against my glistening skin, crystallizing the small beads of sweat scattered on it.

As I looked around at the emptiness of my small apartment
, thoughts of him gained more and more traction in my otherwise hollow mind. I needed to get over this. I needed to get over him.