Page 10 of Chase Me
I’m naked. Nothing on my body but the white linen sheet.
“How do you feel?” Connor asks. For the first time, I can see him clearly, and he’s even more beautiful than he is in his pictures. He was attractive last night in the silver light of the moon, but in the daylight, I can see just how gorgeous he really is. His arms are covered in ink, swirls of black that make complex patterns. I want to run my fingers along each one, trace every line and save them to my memory. His facial hair is well groomed, a short ashy beard that leads up to his matching hair. Without the beanie, I can see the cut, short on the sides and long enough on the top for him to push it back, run his fingers through it. It’s loose today, a few strands falling over his forehead.
He has a sexy, just-woke-up look that already has me pushing my thighs back together. Just thinking about last night has me wet again, my insides yearning for his touch. And that’s so crazy to me, because I’ve never done anything so wild and definitely never with a man I just met. But Connor might know me better than any of my previous boyfriends.
“Sore,” I tell him. It’s true, despite the fact that my pussy is already wet for him, my body is aching. There’s a pain that stretches along my shoulders and leads down to my wrists. My legs sting, calves on fire, probably from running more last night than I have in a while.
“That’s understandable.” Connor reaches over me for the bottle of water on the nightstand. “Drink more.”
I obey his command, pulling myself up to sit and chug from the plastic bottle.
“You fell asleep before I could get more water in you,” he adds. “You looked so damn peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I think that’s the best I’ve ever slept,” I admit.
He grins, those white teeth shining brightly. “Wore ya out?”
“Something like that.”
Pushing up, so he’s sitting next to me, he leans over, peppering me with kisses again. His swings from soft and sweet to demanding and dominant have my stomach swirling with butterflies.
My last boyfriend couldn’t do both. He was too sweet, too gentle. It was nice to be taken care of and he was a good guy, but he would have never tossed me onto a bed and fucked me senseless. Let alone chase me through the woods.
And the ex before that was an asshole. Sex with him was rougher, sure, but still vanilla and completely about him. He was selfish in bed. Unwilling to go down on me, or even finger me. His pleasure was clearly more important than mine.
But Connor? Even when he’s demanding, he’s taking care of me, putting my satisfaction at the forefront. Maybe it’s because he knows every last thing I want in bed.Desiredid ask me to complete a three-hundred-line survey with all of my limits. Ranking each one from one to five.
Once we agreed to meet in the app, it sent each of our surveys to the other. I couldn’t deny that they had one thing right, because the open communication made everything better.
And Connor asked me a million follow-up questions, each one making me squirm as I told him what I was and wasn’t into. Talking about how sex felt wrong, taboo even. But now I’m wondering if the kink community knows something the rest of us don’t.
“You did so good last night,” Connor praises me, and another wave of happiness rolls through my body.
I shouldn’t hang on to his every word, I think, but I can’t help it. Something about his approval has me blushing, the red color creeping up my neck.
“So pretty when you blush,” he murmurs, his lips coming to my neck. “Can you take me again, little doe?” he questions, his eyebrow raising with the words.
“Yes,” I breathe the words. My body may be weary, but my pussy is begging for him, desperate to feel his hard length inside me again.
“Get in the shower,” he demands.
I can’t move fast enough, pulling the sheet from my body and hopping out of bed. His hand hits my ass cheek, the sting making me yelp, and when I turn around, he’s smiling again. A picture of sex with the sheet tangled at his waist, his toned abs on display, alluring ink marking every inch of his skin.
“Go.” He gives me a look. “Turn the shower on and get yourself wet for me.”
“I’m already wet for you.” I toss back, moving my ass before he can spank me again.
A deep laugh rumbles from his chest as I run into the bathroom. This place is nice. I don’t know what I expected ofDesire, but having five-star worthy rooms was not it.
The bathroom is almost as big as my bedroom in my small apartment. There’s a double vanity with a marble countertop. The floors are covered with a glossy gray tile that adds to the modern aesthetic and matches the pale color of the walls. On the far side is a giant shower with two rainforest heads. It’s stocked with mini bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap.
I turn on both shower heads, finding a temperature just below scalding and letting the water rain over my sore body. The heat feels phenomenal, and the luxuriousness of the shower has me melting under the spray.
“What a sight.” Connor’s voice is deep and sultry, and I turn to find him leaning against the bathroom door frame. He’s stark naked and my eyes wander his body, taking in the lines of his muscles and the swirls of ink. He has more tattoos on his legs, ones I didn’t see last night.
Without thinking, I lick my lips at the sight of his already hard cock. He groans at the action. “Fuck, little doe.”
I can’t help but to smile. Connor’s awoken something in me that’s laid dormant. An inner slut that was waiting to come out at play. To be used and taken, praised and cherished.
