Page 22 of Serenading Reagan
“Take me home, Chase,” she said softly just before he bent down and kissed his way along her neck.
“You don’t want to stay for a drink?” he asked.
“No. Your voice, your music, you’ve got me halfway to heaven already. If I don’t get you naked and inside of me soon, I think I’m going to explode.”
The look of erotic desire that came over Chase’s face told her that her dirty words hit their mark. He let go of her briefly to pick up his guitar, then grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway and out the back door.
“Did you drive here, Red?”
“No, Uber.”
“Good. Then let’s go.” He stopped at his car, opened her door and shut it behind her, like a perfect gentleman. The chivalrous action was so at odds with the primal lust in his eyes and she shuddered from the anticipation of being with him again.
The drive to his apartment was blissfully short. Reagan thought distractedly about wanting to see what his home looked like, but that was overshadowed by their arousal, the second the door closed behind them.
Chase swept her up into his arms, and this time she had no hesitation before wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips were fused together in an endless dance as he walked a few steps and sat her down on what she realized with a start was his dining room table.
He looked at her fiercely before saying with a growl, “I need to taste you, Reagan. Right here, right now.”
She gasped as he pulled his shirt over his head, then made quick work of hers. He tossed their clothes behind him without a care for where they landed. When he reached for her jeans, she lifted her hips to help him ease them down her legs. After he pulled them off, he paused for a moment, staring at her body. Briefly, Reagan considered covering her stomach with her hands, unsure how she felt being so much on display. When he gently pressed one hand between her breasts and made her lay down, then covered her body with his own and began to kiss her torso, she forgot all thoughts of being self-conscious. His mouth quickly moved down to her lower stomach, then his hands lifted her by the hips to tug her toward the edge of the table. He knelt down and lifted her legs over his shoulders before fixing her with a lustful stare.
“I’ve wanted another taste of you ever since I left your bed.”
Reagan moaned as his tongue swept her sex from end to end. He began to alternate sucking at her with long licks of his wicked tongue. When two fingers slid into her slick heat, she shrieked his name.
“Oh god, Chase! Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Fuck, Chase! Don’t stop doing that.”
He sped up then slowed down his movements, then sped them up again. Her back arched in ecstasy, not caring about the hard surface of the table underneath her. She climbed quickly up to the peak of her desire.
“Chase, I’m coming. Oh my god, yes! Yes!” she screamed as her orgasm overcame her like a tidal wave of pleasure. Her legs clamped around his head holding him in place as he continued to torment her through every second of her release. Only when the shudders had stopped, and her legs let go of their grasp on him, did he stand up and give her a satisfied smirk.
“Fuck, I love making that happen, Reagan. There is nothing sexier than watching you let go.” His voice was low and raw, and his words sent another wave of heat straight through Reagan’s body. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him where he stood between her legs.
“Why are you still dressed?” she asked saucily.
He chuckled in response. “Sorry, I was a little busy. Let me fix that.”
Reagan watched appreciatively as he stepped back and stripped off his pants and underwear. His cock jutted out from his body proudly and Reagan knew he saw the flare of lust in her eyes when he raised his eyebrows and smiled at her.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“You really think we’ll make it there, Red?”
Chase bent down and grabbed a foil packet out of the pocket of his pants on the floor and rolled on the condom, never letting his eyes lose connection with Reagan’s. She stayed on the table, her legs open and ready for him.
When he stepped back between her legs, he looked down at her sex and rumbled under his breath.
“Damn, you’re glistening for me, beautiful girl.”
“So, hurry up already,” she gasped in reply.
He grinned up at her before notching the head of his cock to her entrance. “So impatient. I should make you wait just for that.”
She glared at him then sat up and snaked one arm out and around his waist to try and pull him in closer. But his muscular body refused to budge.
“Listen, mister, I told you at the pub I would explode if you didn’t get inside of me. Stop torturing me.”
“As you wish, Red”
