Page 26 of Tempt (Peachwood Falls #1)

M egan

“It better be my pleasure, too,” I say moments before his mouth crashes on top of mine.

I moan against his lips. He smiles against mine.

One hand goes to the back of my head, holding me against him. The other slides under my ass and rocks me back and forth over his dick.

A flurry of explosions rips through me, and I feel like I might actually combust.

His kisses aren’t frenzied. They’re slow. Deliberate . Each swipe of his tongue, every press of his lips, is intentional. It’s as if we have all night.

Because we do.

My fingers wind through his hair. My nails dig roughly along his scalp. He sucks in a hasty breath but then kisses me harder.

His hand cups my jaw, holding me to him when I try to pull back. His eyes open, staring into mine with an intensity that I feel pooling inside me until he gets his fill from my mouth.

Finally, he nips my bottom lip and lets me go.

I pull my head back, desperate for a breath of air. He kisses across my jawline and down my neck.

“We’re really doing this?” I ask, grinding my pussy against him. He lifts his hips, and I grind harder.

The contact is a double-edged sword—giving me the promise of the relief to come but keeping it out of reach.

“We’re doing this,” he says as his hands go to my chest, “until you tell me to stop.”

“For the love of everything— don’t fucking stop .”

He chuckles, dragging my shirt over my head with a flourish. His eyes sparkle with dark mischief. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon, sweetheart.”

“Chase Marshall, for the first time since we met, I can’t argue with you.”

His smile grows wider as he pulls me into his chest. He works quickly to unfasten my bra. When I lean back, his eyes are glued to my darkened nipples pointing through the white lace fabric. Slowly, I shimmy the straps down my arms and let the material fall between us on our laps.

The cool air licks at my exposed skin. It’s a stark contrast from the heat building in my core, and the juxtaposition makes me shiver.

Chase palms my breasts and then rolls my nipples in his fingers. Each flick of a thumb against the sensitive flesh sends another wave of need between my legs.

He lowers his head, gaze holding mine, and sucks one sensitive bud into his mouth. My head falls back, my hair dusting my shoulders, as I moan his name into the night.

“ Chase ,” I say, gasping as the tip of his tongue swirls around my nipple.

He chuckles against me. The vibrations reverberate in every inch of my overwhelmed body.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” he says, nipping my other breast. “You usually won’t shut up, and now you only know my name.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Strangely, I might be.”

“Oh, do you like me now?”

He grins. “I’m beginning to like your mouth more and more.”

I hold his face in my hands and kiss him. This time, I’m in control. I explore his mouth with my tongue and nibble on his lip. I suck his tongue and make him react by digging his hands into my hips.

I slide off him and get to my feet. His eyes go wide as I urge him to stand.

He complies without a fight, although he’s obviously confused by my abrupt change in plans.

Once he’s standing, I slowly slide my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and push the fabric down his legs.

His confusion abruptly switches to all-out desire.

Holy fucking hell .

He palms his thick cock and sits on the edge of the couch. A bead of pre-cum already dots the top. “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir.”

His roguish and wicked smile is nearly enough to make me orgasm.

I take his length in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it one by one. Holding his gaze, I drag my tongue roughly across the top, taking the dots of pre-cum away with it.

“Good girl,” he says.

Good girl? I laugh, flicking my tongue against the underside of his cock. “Do you want to be a good boy and come in my mouth?”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll flip you over and come in your pussy right fucking now.”

“That would be a tragedy.” I wink, hoping I appear more in control than I really am. Internally, my muscles clench. Temperature soars. I’m trembling—my body screaming for him to touch me. “I haven’t even gotten to suck you yet.”

“Megan— fuck ,” he hisses.

I sink my mouth over his cock, wrapping my lips around the velvety shaft as I slide back up. A rush of air escapes his lips as I swirl my tongue around the tip.

“Yes,” I say, sucking my way down the side of his cock. “We’re going to fuck. Later.”

Licking back up to the head, I watch his eyes burn. It’s so fucking sexy .

I sit taller. Wrapping one hand around his shaft, the other cupping his balls, I take him down my throat and back up again.

His hips flex, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he tries to contain himself. He reaches between us and squeezes one of my breasts, playing with the nipple as I find a rhythm.

“That feels so good that I could just lose it right now,” he says through clenched teeth.

Seeing him on the precipice of losing control because of me is one of the most powerful moments of my life.

I hum. The rumble makes him moan.

My panties are soaked. Wetness coats my thighs, and the denim of my jeans sticks to my skin. I clench my legs together, hoping for relief.

Relief that doesn’t come.

The need only gets worse.

I swirl the head again before taking him deep down my throat.

“Stop if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he warns.

His balls swell. The base of his cock shakes, and his thighs tense.

“Megan …”

My eyes water as I continue the pace, not about to stop without tasting him.

He thrusts into my mouth, his hands digging into my hair and holding my head in place. A shot of cum finds the back of my throat. Another hits the roof of my mouth. By the third splash of cum, I’m swallowing as fast as he’s emptying himself into me.

“Motherfucker …” He moans, his hips off the couch and the back of his head buried into the sofa. “ Motherfucking hell, Megan .”

Finally, he collapses. His fists ease in my hair, and I can pull back. Then, after a final lick across the head of his cock—to which he trembles—I rock back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

Tears run down my face from the experience. But my sense of satisfaction outweighs any discomfort.

I made him come. He came like that for me.

He pants, chuckling in disbelief. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

He laughs and sits up. “I’ve been lying in bed every night this week, thinking about fucking you. Hell, if I’d known you could suck a cock like that, I’d have been dreaming about that.”

“I aim to please.”

“Your turn.”

“What?” I ask, my sex quivering.

His gaze is dark. “I believe I promised to return the favor.”

Of course, he did. Of course, I want him to. I need him to . But I’m afraid I'll fall apart as soon as he touches me.

Chase stands, careful not to bump me, and pulls his pants up. I memorize every line in his body, every ripple of muscle, before it’s hidden.

He reaches for me. His fingers nab the belt loops, and he yanks me toward him. My button is freed. Zipper dragged down in one quick motion. The fabric over my ass and to the floor before I can gather my thoughts.

He grabs the pizza boxes and tosses them on the floor.

“Hey, that’s perfectly good pizza,” I say.

“And it’s fine. It’s in a box.” He steps back and takes me in like a fine piece of art. “My lord, you’re beautiful.”

The compliment makes me self-conscious. I cross my arms over my stomach—or try to. Instead, he grabs each wrist and pulls my arms back.

“Don’t hide from me,” he says. “Why would you do that?”

I shrug.

He drops my arms but gives me a warning look not to move. Then he makes a show out of looking at me inch by torturous inch.

“Smooth skin,” he says. “Big, heavy tits. Curved hips. Nice, round ass. Thick thighs.”

I half laugh. “Careful with your adjectives, buddy.”

He lifts a brow. “Megan, your body is a fucking wonderland. Look at what it does to me.” He nods toward his groin, and I see him getting hard again.

Wow.

“When I look at you, I want to mark you all over,” he says. “Suck those big titties. Grip those hips. Smack that ass. Get between those fucking thighs.”

Oh. My.

“Lie on the ottoman,” he says, the tone no-nonsense.

I walk backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the furniture. Then I sit.

“Lie. Down,” he says.

I scoot on my behind until I can lie flat.

He growls. “Knees up and spread your legs.”

My chest pulls tight.

“Now,” he says.

I pull my knees up and then let my legs fall to the sides.

“Thatta girl,” he says, dropping to his knees.

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to the edge. When I look down, his face is framed by my knees.

“Let’s see if you’re ready.” He smirks as he drags a finger through my slit. I shake, and my legs tremble at the simplest of touches. “I’d say you’re wet enough.”

“You think?”

He pops his finger in his mouth, sucking off my juices, and then pulls it out.

“I’m going to need more than that.” My clit throbs with each heartbeat. “I didn’t torture you.”

He settles in, his mouth hovering over my soaked opening. “I’m not going to torture you either.”

One hand goes on each thigh, and he spreads me wider. The air hitting my wetness, his hands on my skin, and his breath against my pulsing mound are almost too much.

And when his face buries against my swollen flesh, it is too much .

“Chase!”

I buck against him as he licks and sucks, lapping my desire like he’s dying for it. One hand holds my hips in place. The other presses circles and applies pressure to my nub.

“Oh my gosh. Chase ,” I almost scream.

The words come out wobbly. It’s hard to scream when your teeth are grinding together. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but feel the buildup.

“I. Can’t. Do. This,” I say, the words bouncing like I’m on a gravel road.

The sensation is too much. The touches are too intense. The flicking of my overstimulated clit so much that it almost feels like it’s zapped with electricity.

I dig my fingers into his scalp as deeply as his fingers are buried in my hips. He slides a finger, then two, then three into my body and pumps them over and over again.

His tongue flattens against my clit, and I grind my body against his face.

It’s just too good. The rise is too fast. The pressure building is too much.

He pulls his face away at the same time that he twists his hand and then pulls his fingers out of me.

The ride to the top of my orgasm hits its peak. I moan, unable to hold my legs up anymore as I hand all control over to my climax.

I’m no longer in control.

“I can’t,” I cry out, bracing for the moment when the rush hits.

“Yes, you can. Come for me, baby. Let me watch your pussy come for me.”

He presses a kiss to my clit, and that does it. Then coupled with the vigor of his fingers working their magic, I fall wildly apart.

The pressure building in my core breaks.

A stream of wetness rolls down my inner thigh, and a deep, deep sense of letting go overtakes me. The level of satisfaction, of pleasure, crashing over me is unmatched.

I’ve never felt anything like this before.

Everywhere tingles. The tension in my body dissipates. It’s as if a button has been pushed, and my stress has been reset to zero.

It. Is. Fabulous.

“Chase,” I say, struggling but managing to prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. “That was …” I gasp a breath. “ Incredible .”

He looks … surprised. “Do you always squirt?”

“Huh?”

“You just squirted.”

I scramble off the ottoman and look at where I was lying. It’s soaked .

My cheeks heat. “I … I’m so embarrassed.”

He laughs and looks at me like I’m talking out of my head. “Embarrassed? Megan, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I just look at him. I can do that?

Before I have time to wrap my brain around what just happened or get my legs sturdy beneath me, Chase takes my hand.

“Let’s go,” he says.

“Let’s go? Where? Where are we going?” I look over my shoulder as we walk out of the room. “My clothes. The ottoman. The pizza …”

He tugs me toward the hallway. “We’ll clean up down here later.”

“But where are we going?”

“Condoms are in my room.”

Condoms?

He stops at the base of the stairs and turns to face me. His eyes are lit up—almost as bright as his smile.

“I warned you that I would want you all the time,” he says.

“So you still want me after you just saw that?”

He pulls me into him and looks down into my eyes. “I think I just opened a hell of a box of problems because I want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted you. And I’ve not slept since you got here.”

I flush. “Oh. Well, okay, then.”

“Will you let me inside you tonight?”

I run my fingertip over his lips and smile. “Only if you make me do that again.”

He laughs, grabbing my ass and picking me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me, his mouth on mine, to the bedroom.

And to a number of orgasms I didn’t know were possible.