Page 45 of The Chase

I grabbed his hand and dragged him up to my bedroom.

He smirked at the show of aggression as I pushed him down onto my bed once we were in my bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I sank to my knees in front of him. “I want to make you feel good, like you did for me.”

I unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his pants. I felt his hard length thickening at my light touch, but he removed my hand. “You sure?” he asked.

I reached inside his boxers and touched him instead of answering.

He hissed at the sensation but grabbed my wrist. “Take off your clothes.”

“You first.”

He grinned and shed the sweater, flinging it somewhere on my floor. Ugh, I forgot how cut he was. He was like a work of art. I ran my hand down his abs, and then I pulled his jeans and boxers down over his thick thighs.

I dipped my head down towards his cock, but he pulled me back by my hair and looked at me sternly. “Keep the boots on, but I want to see you naked when you’re on your knees.”

I gulped. I liked that demand.

I shed my sweater and unzipped my skirt. His eyes scorched across my body, taking in the black push-up bra and matching lacy thong. He pulled me down to straddle him and kissed me hard. I leaned into the kiss so much I didn’t notice he undid my bra until it was sliding down my chest and his hands were caressing my breasts. He kneaded them and pinched my nipples into hard, aching points.

His hands skated down my back, and he cupped my bare ass. “You’re a little vixen, eh?” he whispered into my ear. He played with the string of my thong, just barely grazing the soft skin I wanted him to touch.

“T…” I whined. “I want to taste you.”

He nipped at my earlobe. “Okay. But only if you want to.”

“I want to.”

“Then get on your knees.”

I kissed him hard again, and I moaned into it while I ground in his lap. I loved his hands holding me in place and his hardness beneath me. When I was with him, I didn’t feel that old guilt, and I just wanted to let the pleasure take hold. It was like being with him let me drop my guard and stop worrying about the things my parents had drilled into me my entire life.

I moved off him and took my time slipping the thong off. I was naked, sans the thigh-high boots, and TJ looked at me like I was a three-course meal.

“Get over here,” he growled.

I liked this demanding alpha-male stuff, but I wouldn’t let him know that. I sunk onto my knees and nuzzled his hardness against my face. I felt his hands grasp my hair, and when I looked up at him, I got self-conscious.

“What’s wrong?” he asked and stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“I’m not as good as all the puck bun—”

“Baby girl, that doesn’t matter to me. If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay.”

“But I want to.”

He caressed my bottom lip. “Then show me how much with this pretty little mouth.”

Heat coursed through me at his demanding words. I had some doubts I could be as good as the other women he had in his bed, but the way his eyes drank me in hungrily gave me the confidence to finish what I started.

I bent my head back down and licked him from root to tip. I held his cock with one hand and darted my tongue out to lick around the head. TJ fisted my hair, and I looked up at him with a grin. Seeing his head tipped back in pleasure turned me on. It made the anxiety of not being as good as the other women disappear.

I slid his cock between my lips, doing my best to take him as far as I could while pumping with my hand at the same time. I paused a couple of times to pop him out of my mouth. I caught my breath while I kissed and licked down his shaft, and then I slid his cock back inside my mouth.

He lifted my chin and pulled me off him. His thumb rubbed against the moisture on my cheek. “Your eyes are watering. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“S’okay,” I slurred in pleasure. “More?” I kissed his thighs and stroked him with my hand.

“Nah. Get up here. I need to be inside of you.”