Page 82 of Burning Bridges Duet

The music is still blasting, but I’m lost in him, his touch, his smell, his taste. He inserts a second finger, moving them in and out of me in time with the beat, pressing the heel of his hand on my clit. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. He stops and pulls them out of me. I whimper in protest and turn around to look at him. He puts his fingers in his mouth, licking my wetness off them, and I’ve never seen anything sexier. He lifts me up effortlessly and carries me to the nearest wall, putting me down gently before getting on his knees in front of me. With a seductive look in his eyes, he pulls down my panties slowly, allowing me to step out of them. He puts my panties in the back pocket of his sweats and pulls my right leg over his shoulder. I lean back against the wall, gripping his curls tightly with both of my hands.

He licks me from my entrance to my clit, and I moan loudly. His tongue moves with expert precision, twirling my clit, sucking and nipping until I feel the pleasure wash over me in waves. I’m pulling on his hair so hard, it must be hurting him, but he only whispers a “Fuck yes” in response, encouraging me to let go and enjoy the moment.

Chase rises to his feet and sheds his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him naked before me. My god, he’s gorgeous, with lean muscles rippling across his body, leading to his proud, throbbing cock. It’s thick, and the fact that he’s already leaking pre-cum tells me how much he enjoyed getting me off. I want to return the favor, but he stops me, grabbing my thighs and pulling me up to pin me against the wall. The cold concrete sends shivers down my spine as he kisses me deeply, leaving the taste of myself on my tongue. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the hardness of his erection against me. He pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod eagerly, desperate for him to take me.

“I need to hear you say it, gorgeous,” he whispers.

“I want you, Chase,” I respond.

He kisses me again, then lifts me up a little higher, supporting me with one hand as he guides himself inside me with the other. I cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, and he stills, letting me adjust to him. Kissing me deeply, he starts to move, slow and deep, and I cling to him, lost in pleasure. He picks up the pace, each thrust hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out his name. I dig my nails into his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex with each movement. He’s relentless, holding me up against the wall with ease, and I feel like I’m being consumed by him.

Chase grips my ass with one hand and pulls me against his chest with the other. With a swift movement, he turns us around away from the wall and gently lowers my upper body down. I arch my back, my legs still wrapped around him, and support myself with my hands on the floor as Chase holds me off the ground with his hands on my hips. He continues to thrust into me, the new angle hitting my G-spot each time, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The sensation and position make my blood rush to my head, leaving me feeling dizzy with pleasure. The feeling builds and builds, and I know I won’t last long.

“Chase,” I gasp out.

“I know, gorgeous, I know” he murmurs.

He starts pounding into me, frantically rubbing my clit with his thumb, his movements becoming erratic as we both hurtle towards the edge. Then it hits me, a wave of pleasure that starts at my core and spreads through my entire body. I moan his name as I come, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his own release taking him over.

He slows down his movements and lifts me back up, holding me tight against him as we both catch our breath. I feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest.

Eventually, he sets me down on my feet and leans in for a kiss. It’s slow and tender, a contrast to the wild passion we just shared. As we break apart, he looks at me with a soft expression.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m more than okay.”

He smiles at me and picks up our shirts from the dance floor. He helps me back into mine, then gets down on one knee in front of me and places my right foot on his other knee. He uses his shirt to tenderly clean me up, and when he’s done, he kisses my knee, directly on my scar. The gesture brings my mind back to where it was before Chase came in, and tears come to my eyes. Although this encounter was more than welcome, my emotions are still churning inside me.

He lets go of my foot, puts his shirt down, and stands up, taking my head in both hands, looking at me intently.

“What’s wrong? Was I too rough with you?” he asks.

“No, Chase. You did nothing wrong. I’m just overwhelmed,” I reply, my voice weak, and he pulls me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head. He’s still naked, and I know I can’t break down now in front of him, after what we just shared. I gently push him away and step back.

“I think I just need some sleep, but thank you for dancing with me,” I say, giving him a soft smile, hoping it reaches my eyes, but he looks concerned.

“Sure, it’s late,” he agrees. “Let’s get you home.” I grab my phone and keys from near the sound system and stop the music.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chase. Good night,” I say as I walk away, feeling his gaze on my back.

FORTY-FOUR

I wake up feeling exhausted and restless after sleeping for maybe another hour. The guilt of leaving Chase weighed heavily on my mind, and I debated for a while whether to reach out to him with an apology. In the end, though, I knew that it was time to share all of myself with the guys. I want them to know me for who I really am, and I want to be able to rely on them in the same way that they can rely on me. I get ready early and head out to grab some coffee for everyone.

When I arrive at Tanner Fitness, Chris beams at me.

“Girl, you’re a godsend,” she says as I hand her a coffee.

“Only the best for my BFF. Are the guys already here?” I ask her.

“Yeah. Riv and Ry are helping Jaxon hang up the new heavy bags, and Chase is in the studio, but I don’t think his class has started yet. Maybe you can catch him before it does,” she replies. I smile, grab the coffee for Chase, and head to the studio.