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Authors: Zelda Reed
We ground against one another like teenagers, hard and wet between our clothes, our fingers twisting in each other’s shirts and hair. Five minutes of kissing turned to ten before Chace lifted my shirt over my head. I pushed his shirt up his chest, fingers grazing across his abs as he pulled it over his head. Our shirts mixed on the floor, my mouth pressed against his neck, his fingers toying with the button of my jeans.
I stood and he lifted his hips, my jeans and underwear coming off, his pants and boxers pushed down his thighs. His hard cock glistened and curved towards his stomach. I dropped to my knees.
Not quite between his legs, I licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. His fingers dropped into my hair, the tips pressed against my scalp as I swirled my tongue around the head. The taste of him filled my mouth as I gripped his thigh, a soft blow passing my lips, cool air rushing across the tip. He shivered, glancing down at me with hooded eyes. Our gazes met and locked, my mouth opening around his cock, slowly taking him in.
Chace threw his head back, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat half-way down. I pulled my mouth off with a
pop
, lathering my hand with my tongue before I dove back down. I wrapped my hand around his cock, sucking and twisting as his mouth dropped open to let out a string of moans. I could feel them brewing in his stomach, the guttural sounds filling my ears before sliding down my stomach and spreading between my legs.
I was wet for him, loving the taste on my tongue, getting off on it. I removed my mouth. He almost shot up, eyes wide and dark with lust.
One hand on his shoulder, I straddled him again, using the other to guide his cock inside of me. My mouth fell open at the feeling of him slowly filling me up, hot, wet and slick. I lifted up and down, using Chace’s shoulders for leverage, my knees pressed into the couch as I bounced up and down on his cock. His eyes were on my breasts, watching them bounce in the air, his tongue swiping across his lips before he leaned in to suck them.
A moan flew from my throat, head back as his tongue swirled around my nipples, two hands on my back as I kept the pace.
My pulsating clit rubbed against his torso, strong waves of pleasure crashing through me with every move.
“I’m so close,” he said against my chest.
“Me too.”
I rode him until I felt that familiar pressure inside of me, my orgasm brewing in my stomach and spreading through my blood. Chace’s fingers curled against my back, his forehead pressed against my chest as his body trembled and he finished inside of me.
My fingers tangled in his hair, the two of us catching our breaths, rocking lightly on the couch.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Fuck,” Chace said, his words ghosting across my skin. “I forgot about the food.”
I chuckled and slid off him. I threw on my shirt and pulled on my jeans. “I’ll get it.”
Chace leaned back against the couch, his eyes on my ass as I opened the door. The delivery boy was no older than nineteen, the redness of youth flushing his cheeks. His eyes traveled over my crumpled clothes, my sexed hair, and my bruised mouth as the smell of sex entered the hall.
His eyes widened. “I’ve got…um…two…uh…Is this Chace Evans’s apartment?”
“It is,” I said, grabbing the money from the table near the door. We exchanged food for cash, his head ducking bashfully when our fingers brushed against one another. “Keep the change,” I said with a smile, closing the door.
Chace stood up, arms in the air as he stretched, unashamed of his glorious exposed cock. “He’s going to go home and jerk off.”
I laughed and moved towards the kitchen, placing the food on the counter. “I think he was getting hard just standing there.”
Chace wandered behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his nose in my neck, his cock pressed against my ass. “Who can blame him?”
***
We ate in the living room, Chace half-naked on the couch as I leaned into his side, jeans off and bare feet sinking into the expensive rug. After dinner he took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where he fucked me on top of dark green sheets.
In the morning I rolled out of bed and Chace caught my arm, pulling me back onto the mattress. My face nestled in the crook of his neck as he kissed the top of my hair.
“I’m going to ask you a million dollar question.”
“Yes,” I said. He pulled back, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll come back and work for you.”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “That wasn’t the question I was going to ask.”
I sat up a little. “Then what?”
“Will you, Alice Posner, be the woman I take out to dinner and lunch, who I make breakfast for in the morning, and who I fuck after work?”
I laughed. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
Chace nodded. “I am.”
A warm glow of light brewed in my stomach, spreading to the tips of my fingers and the corners of my mouth. My smile grew impossibly wide as I leaned down and kissed him. Chace’s lips collided with mine and the pair of us kissed until we were breathless, our legs tangled together, the sheets ruffled between us.
“Yes,” I said, my lips trailing down his jaw. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
THE END
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Zelda Reed has never met a glass of whiskey she didn’t love. A Los Angeles native, she moved to the windy city of Chicago to complete a degree in Fiction Writing before falling head over heels for every romance novel she could find. Writing is her passion and she lives for making her readers happy, using her novels to spread a little more love in the world.
