He gulps. “In the Grave? Your living room?” His lips quirk upward just enough to be noticeable. “There’s been no one else for you, Holden? Just me?”
Fucking hell.
“Yeah.” Damn it. I shake my head. “And I let my emotions get away with me then. Maybe that’s what I’m doing now… maybe this is a mistake. I’m exhausted. I’m scared. And, fuck it, I’m so horny, ithurts.But we don’t have to?—”
Chase surges forward, cupping my elbows in his hands, nearly knocking the handcuff bracelet against my funny bone. “I want to.”
“What?”
“If you’re still offering, I’m accepting. But I won’t close my eyes.”
“I look like Hallie, Chase. I’mnother.”
It’s important to me that he understands that my twin… his love… she’s gone and she’s never coming back.
“Does it matter?” he asks, echoing my exact question from before.
It shouldn’t… but itdoes.
So I lie to him as I lower myself to my knees. “No.”
I give him a moment to change his mind. To grab his dick, tuck it back into his boxer briefs, and zip up. But he doesn’t. Instead, he angles his hips, putting his erection in my reach.
The message is clear. If I want him, I have to take him.
And that’s exactly what I do.
Gripping him by the base of his dick, I tug him toward me, swallowing my laugh when my firm hold has him tripping over his feet to get as close to me as possible. I squeeze. He closes his eyes in obvious prayer. That’s all the sign I need to part my lips and take him into the heat of my mouth.
Chase throws back his head, muffling his groan by shoving the back of his hand against his mouth.
Oh, baby. We can do a whole lot better than that.
I make it my personal mission to get him to forget about the lurkers. To forget about the threat of rogues finding us. I have my matches and my knife. He’s wearing his taser. If someone comes upon us before he, well,comes, we can take care of it.
Until then, I want Chase’s attention on me and me alone.
It only takes a couple of pointed licks, then a very careful squeeze, before he drops his hand, filling the clearing with his sounds of pleasure. I smile around the head of his cock as he threads his fingers through the top of my pulled-back curls.
Yeah. I knew I could do it.
Satisfied with myself, I turn my attention to getting him to finish before we’re interrupted; seeing how long I can keep him from coming will have to wait until we’re back at the Grave. He seems to be more than happy to let me do it, too, until his voice reaches my ears.
“Who are you thinking of?” he whispers.
“You.”
Does he understand me? With his dick in my mouth, probably not.
I don’t think he cares. Just like how I fisted my fingers in his hair, shoving my pussy against his face while he was giving me head in front of Darryl, Chase releases my curls before placing his palm against the back of my head. Slowly rocking his hips, he fucks my mouth as I do my best to keep up with him.
There’s something so erotic about him using me like this. I’ve never been the type of girl who was happy to drop to my knees and take whatever a guy wanted to give me, but something about Chase… fuck me, Icraveit.
I clutch his thighs, digging my nails in his jeans, imploring him to fuck my mouth a little harder.
Taking my signal as I meant it, he bucks his hips a little faster. I choke some, and Ilikeit.
I moan around his length. He spits out a curse as the sound does something to his dick. I guess it vibrated against him because any control he had left? It’sgone.