“Yes. Don’t stop. Please…”
I press my lips back to her center, my body on fire. Her moans grow louder, more frantic, her thighs continuing to tremble as I fuck her with my fingers, steady and relentless. I can feel her clenching around me, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she teeters closer to the edge. Her hands are still gripping the headboard, her entire body taut with anticipation.
“Chase,” she cries out, voice breaking. I know she’s about to shatter.
I watch her, my chest tight with something I can’t quite name. It’s more than desire. It’s our friendship pushed to a whole new level. It’s trust. It’s everything.
TWENTY-TWO
SERENA
Chase’s fingers move faster, deeper. It feels like his tongue, his mouth, his touch are everywhere, reaching parts of myself I didn’t know existed. My thighs quiver and my breath comes in desperate gasps. I’m shuddering and raw and seconds from losing myself. My fingers dig into the headboard. I can’t hold this back. Can’t stop. My body feels like it’s splitting open, unraveling at the seams.
“Let go, Serena,” Chase growls.
And it’s that low command urging me on—the rumble of his voice against my center. This new, consuming version of the man I thought I knew everything about is what finally pushes me to the edge.
The pressure builds, a coil winding tighter and tighter. I clench around him, my hips jerking. “Chase,” I gasp a final time as the waves of pleasure hit me, so intense it steals my breath. My back arches off the bed, my fingers clawing at the headboard, his name tearing from my lips, over and over. My entire body shakes as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pure, blinding ecstasy. I didn’t know it could be like this. That he could undo me with just his voice and his hands and his mouth.
For a moment, everything is quiet except for the sound of my ragged breathing and the roar of my blood pounding in my ears. Chase draws slowly back, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes as his fingers slip out of my body, still humming with aftershocks. In the dim moonlight, I watch him sit back on his heels, naked and glorious before me. My gaze drags to the length of him. Thick, long, and so goddamn hard. He moves up my body, leaning over me, his face inches from mine. I can see the hunger in his eyes and the way his chest heaves with the same need that’s coursing through me despite the mind-blowing orgasm I’m still trying to catch my breath from.
I force my eyes back to his face and the smile spread across it. There might be nothing about this moment that feels normal, but the teasing smile of my best friend, I recognize.
“That,” he says, his voice rough and low, “was just the beginning.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I swallow hard, and somehow my body is already aching for more. He’s not done with me—not even close—and the thought makes my stomach twist with anticipation and another bolt of need. His hands slide up my thighs, his touch gentle now, soothing, and I let out a shaky breath as he leans down to kiss me. The movement is gentle, his lips soft against mine as I taste myself on him. Without breaking our kiss, his hands reach for mine, lifting them from the bedpost, slipping his fingers through mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“And you are very good at that,” I reply, heat burning my face.
His laugh is a low rumble that vibrates against my body. “I’m good at a lot of things.”
His hands move to my hips, gripping me gently, his body pressing mine into the mattress. I can feel him hard and hot against my stomach, and I moan softly, arching into him.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, and he smiles, that slow, teasing smile that makes my heart race.
“Are you begging?” he asks, raising one eyebrow. He’s in control and we both know it.
My reply comes in a breathy exhale. “Yes.”
His lips brush against my ear. “I knew you would,” he replies. “Give me two seconds to grab a condom.” He starts to move, but everything in me balks at the idea. This is Chase. I might not know what this is between us, but I know it’s not a one-night stand. We’ve both crossed a line tonight. Both know it means something.
“Don’t go,” I say.
He pauses, and I see the question in his eyes. He’s wondering if I’m saying no to sex with him. If that was true, he’d stop without hesitation, without rolling his eyes or pleading, and I love him more for it.
“I want you now,” I say, pulling him back, dragging my hands over the hard muscles of his body. “I’m on birth control,” I say, voice firm despite the pounding in my chest.
Chase’s eyes burn with renewed desire. He doesn’t move closer, but he’s not drawing away either. “You want me to feel just how wet you are, don’t you?”
Heat scorches through me.
“Tell me,” he murmurs, his voice somehow rough but gentle at the same time. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I reply, not looking away. He’s hard against me as he shifts position, moving lower so the tip of him presses against my opening. I gasp at the feel of him there.
“You feel how much I want this, don’t you?”