Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 (18 page)

“Chase, please,” I begged.

“Please what?” he said, continuing with his southern drawl.

“I need to lay down or I just might pass out,” I said trying my best for southern belle. If he wanted to do southern, I was in.

He quickly rose, sweeping me up, cradling me against his iron chest, and whisked me to what I presumed was the bedroom of the suite. As we made our way, I toed and kicked off my boots and jeans that were hanging on my knees. He stopped at the doorway for a second to hit the light switch with his elbow giving me a glimpse at the room with a giant king-sized bed outfitted with black sheets—as per his rider, I smirked to myself.

I
was
in this for the challenge. But now I was a dead man. I was about to take this incredible woman to my bed, and I was… scared? I’d slept with a lot of girls and women. Sometimes at the same time. It always felt good and I made sure they were satisfied, but with Phoebe…I wanted this to be so much more. And now I was starting to freak out.

The connection we shared in the Town Car when my Uncle Brock called…when she simply took my hand, and didn’t ask questions or push. She was just ‘there’ for me. I’ve never had someone really reach out like that, emotionally or physically—other than my family members. But this wasn’t like family. It was friendship. Supportive friendship. Phoebe was a fantastic balance of confidence and innocence, of gentle and firm. She had a pure heart. When she took hold of my hand, I never wanted to let go. And now, I didn’t want to just have sex with her and leave her satisfied, I wanted her to fall for me, as much as I was falling for her. Was it love? I couldn’t tell. I’d never been in love before. I didn’t even really believe in love, to be honest. Not because I didn’t believe it existed. My mom and dad loved each other, but he died. That love didn’t last. Her second marriage ended badly. She loved him, but he didn’t love her enough. It didn’t last. I was certain a love for me wouldn’t last either. And I was surrounded by so much falseness I couldn’t even tell anymore what love would be like. Sad, for a man of twenty-four, but being in the public eye for most of my life, I didn’t have much that was real. But what I had here in my arms, right now…this was
real
. What we felt for each other was undeniable and
very.
Real.

I was so screwed. I didn’t have a script and I was feeling out of control. I could only hope I wouldn’t fuck this up.

A
s he held me against his chest, cradled in his strong arms, and my arms around his neck, I rested my head on his shoulder and inhaled his delicious, spicy, soapy, Chase scent. I could hear heartbeats.
Beats.
Not just my own, but I could hear his, too.
Was he as thrilled and scared as I was?
Impossible. He was Chase Smythe. The man who had a Midas touch with everything he was involved with. The TV shows, the movies, and even the charities. Maybe he thought he was making a mistake and that scared him. Maybe this was all a mistake. Well, no maybe about it, but it was too late now. It was as if we were both in an uncontrollable attraction. A magnetic force that was inseparable. Stronger than the 45 tesla hybrid magnet, that I’d learned about in physics class. No…not magnetism. That wasn’t strong enough to explain what was happening to us. This was atomic fusion. Our electrons fusing to each other’s atomic structure.

I looked up to find his eyes looking down on me, his blues so intense right now that they almost looked black. The hotel was spinning, or my blood sugar was low. I was lost in those eyes. I was lost in him.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered.

I couldn’t speak so I just nodded, or at least I think I did.

“You’re so…
Everything.
” The way he said
everything
sent my heart slamming into the front of my chest so hard it almost hurt. It was breathy. It was gravelly. It was hungry. His teeth, his tongue, those lips. The word bounced around in my head like it was said in an echo chamber.

I stretched my neck and sought those lips. I wanted them on mine, I wanted them on my neck on my… hell, I wanted them everywhere. He noticed and quickly responded, pulled me in and almost brutally consumed my mouth, his hunger palpable. I hadn’t realized that he had been walking until he was laying me down. He set my head on the pillow and pulled back. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes doing that no-touching-touchy thing. Not just to my skin, but to my heart. His eyes weren’t just taking in the lacy black lingerie, but my face and my eyes. There I was, laid out in Chase Smythe’s bed wearing nothing but a bra and panty set, and I felt… beautiful.

As much as I enjoyed being the object of Chase’s gaze, I wanted more. I moved myself to my knees, not breaking the eye-to-eye contact, and ran my hands down his abs and that wicked V like it was braille. When my hands reached the top of his waistband, I continued with my blind hands and stared at his face while I unbuttoned his jeans. I swear, behind his jeans I could feel his pulse in his throbbing cock. His lips parted and he gasped slightly when the zipper was lowered, brushing along said pulsing member. His hands dove into my hair, and I watched his eyes close as I lowered his jeans and pushed them to below his knees. I glanced down and marveled at the bright white, tight fitting boxer briefs, and then it was my turn to gasp. His ‘one-eyed-monster’ was just that—a monster. It was massive. It was a wonder he wasn’t a star in the porn industry. Maybe it was just big compared to Dickwad Danny and the three other guys I’d been with. They were all boys, always my age. Chase was twenty-four. A man.

Suddenly eager to see what
his
looked like, I pulled at the waistband and freed his cock, which sprang from the confines. My eyes widened and my mouth watered, taking in the veiny flesh jutting proudly in front of me. It was beautiful, if that word could be used for a cock. Carefully I took it in my right hand, it’s weight surprising me, and I looked up at Chase. His lips were parted and he was breathing raggedly. I smirked at him, causing him to bite his lip and groan. He knew that I had all the power at that moment and it seemed to be a struggle for him to let me have it.

I leaned forward and slowly licked at the bead of pre-cum that had formed. I moaned and savored the salty-sweet treat. His grip on the fists full of my hair tightened as he struggled for control and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. At this point Dickwad would have shoved his junk in my mouth racing toward the finish, but Chase was letting me enjoy every second. In fact, I dare say that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

I wrapped my mouth around the thick crown, with one hand at the base, and my other hand snaked around, palming his firm, round ass, as I swirled my tongue around that fleshy tip. I felt him shudder in my mouth and under my hands. I reveled in the moment before taking him as far as I could which admittedly wasn’t far, but Chase didn’t push. He let out a deep guttural groan and I glanced up to see his head dropped back and his chest heaving. I moved my mouth deliberately up and down his shaft completing each pull back with a swirl on the tip.

Four or five of those strokes and Chase pulled out of me and stared down at me with pure, unadulterated lust. “If you want this to last like I do, that isn’t the way to do it,” he breathed. He reached under my arms and lifted me slightly and softly threw me back, laying me out in front of him. After he stepped out of his sneakers and kicked off his jeans he crawled up beside my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.

He snaked his hands into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my legs until I kicked them off to hasten this torturous seduction we had created. He grabbed one leg and set it on the other side of him, and he settled between my ankles. Grasping behind my knees, he pulled up until my feet were flat on the mattress, exposing my sex fully to him. His eyes gently grazed over my, thankfully, trimmed mound, and what I was certain was a glistening apex to which he licked his lips. Turning his head to the side he placed a kiss inside my left knee and then worked his way down toward my waiting pussy, which was fully on display for him. I clenched my eyes tight and tried to not thrust myself onto his mouth. I whimpered when his mouth didn’t make contact, rather his attention turned to the inner thigh of my right leg, nipping and kissing up to my knee. My hands clenched the sheets under me and I squeezed my eyes shut as I anticipated his next move. I was quickly rewarded with a slow lick, Chase’s tongue dipping into me, then drawing upward with a flick on my clit. My hips bucked with joy.

When his soft hands slid from my knees toward my inner thighs, my breath hitched and I willed him to provide me more relief from the pent up need at my core. His thumbs ran over my folds and skirted my clit. I cried out with frustration and pushed my head into the mattress and thrust my chest upwards. As I was trying to find the words and beg for release, a hand came up and pulled the lace roughly from my breast and his mouth came down on my taught nipple. He swirled his tongue over the pink, pebbled skin, then sucked as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. He pulled back, his teeth grazing the skin as he did and when he reached the nipple, he bit down gently, and at that same moment he sunk a finger or maybe two into my dripping pussy, his thumb pressed on my pounding nub. The combined pinch of his teeth on my nipple and the powerful intrusion I was so desperate for put me on edge, instantly craving climax.

Chase stopped suckling at my breast, but his hand came up to the other breast that had been neglected until then. He continued with his fingers inside of me, rubbing on the front wall. I felt an orgasm build with such intensity I was almost scared. I was open-mouthed moaning and couldn’t seem to stop. I’d had orgasms before, and this was building to a nice one, too, but this was a whole new sensation. I felt myself start to clench on Chase’s fingers, but he suddenly stopped stroking.

“Open your eyes,” he pleaded. “Don’t hide from me.”

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light in the room, and the truly gorgeous face in front of me. His face was so full of hope and my breath was taken away. The fingers that were still knuckles deep started to stroke again and soon picked up speed. I stared into Chase’s eyes watching them grow more hooded and lustful by the second. My body started to supercharge, tingling from head to toe like an electrical experiment in the physics lab. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear. My body started to quiver uncontrollably and the strangest sounds were coming from me. I tried to keep my eyes open and on Chase’s, but it was physically impossible.

I felt pressure on my forehead, and slowly came to realize it was Chase’s mouth kissing me firmly. My body’s convulsions started to subside and I was able to catch my breath a little only to start giggling.

“Wow,” I sighed.

“That was incredible,” he muttered, his lips still pressed on my forehead.

“That was otherworldly,” I agreed. That was an orgasm like I’ve never had. In the past I’d felt a build like that, but then the guy got overwhelmed and slammed his meat into me and we would come ‘together.’ To have an orgasm all to myself, one given
to
me,
for
me, not self made, and felt so deeply, was a whole new experience.

I looked at Chase. He looked very satisfied. What did he get out of that? He didn’t orgasm, did he? I looked him down slowly. I didn’t see any evidence of his release. And he was still sporting a raging hard on.

He slipped his hand from me and brought it to his mouth, drawing the two middle fingers in and sucking noisily on them. He cocked his head as he did, moaning. “You taste better than I could have ever imagined,” he whispered, bringing his lips to mine and I tasted myself mixed with his unique taste.

I reached up and pulled him down, deepening the kiss, and eager to feel his weight on me. Between my legs I felt his hot dick throb and twitch. I ground my hips upward to him wanting to complete the union that was begging between us.

“Do you have protection?” I asked. An STD or pregnancy was
not
going to be a part of my Chase Smythe tale.