Chase and Seduction (9 page)

She laughed. “You mean real food?” She grinned as her thoughts turned kinky. “Or are you talking whipped cream and cherries?"

He groaned and picked her up, turning them so he stood under the water. Grabbing the soap, he scrubbed his body quickly. “Now you've got me hungry for dark chocolate, served on your sweet breasts."

She shook her head as she stepped out of the shower. “I'll go order.” As she dried off, she purred, “Chocolate, huh?” and sauntered out of the room. That man made her do the wildest things.

An hour later, Chase leaned back in bed, two ham and Swiss sandwiches, a platter of fries, and a piece of chocolate cake swelling his stomach. He pulled the sheet up to cover his rod. With all that chow sitting in his belly, he wouldn't get hard for a while, and she didn't need to see him all lazy and limp.

Reno picked at her shrimp Caesar salad, but she'd helped him with the fries and cake. But he admired her restraint. She was beautifully built, lots of curves and valleys, and he loved a full-figured woman. Loved? No, he wasn't really thinking the “L” word, was he? It had to be the lack of blood in his brain. Most of it worked in his belly, trying to digest those three thousand calories. But some of it snaked down to his cock. She looked so damn cute sitting there cross-legged in the pink cotton nightgown and robe she'd thrown on to accept the room service cart.

She finished her shrimp then got up and stacked the dishes on the bottom shelf of the cart. Straightening, she lifted the last silver lid—the one she wouldn't let him see. “Now, for dessert...” Three silver bowls sat huddled together.

He groaned and patted his stomach. “I don't think I could eat another thing."

She smiled. “This will be
my
treat.” Lifting the spoon out of a bowl, she drizzled a thick, dark liquid back into it. “Warm chocolate.” She lifted the spoon out of the second. “Whipped cream."

"Oh, baby. Cherries?"

"Uh huh,” she grinned and popped a stemmed Maraschino in her mouth, worked her jaw, then pulled out the stem, tied into a knot with her tongue.

"Talented woman.” He looked down. His cock rose up, even though the rest of him craved a quick nap. The idea of Reno smearing then licking him was too much to resist. He quickly kicked the sheet off and rearranged himself on the pillows to watch. “Another fantasy of yours?"

"Something I read in a romance novel.” She took care, testing the chocolate, making sure it was the right temperature. The chocolate thickened as it cooled, and she brought the bowl over to his side of the bed. She used the back of the spoon to paint his cock in warm, thick chocolate. The sensation sent chills across his skin, cooling him everywhere but his hard shaft.

Then a laugh escaped him as she sat back and he caught a look. “This is something I never thought I'd see between my legs."

"Sexy, isn't it? It's like a monument to your penis."

"My home town could erect it."

"Oh, no.” She grimaced at his pun. “You didn't really say that.” She stood.

"Hey,” he cried, “Where are you going? You're not done here, are you?” He pointed to his package and smiled.

"No,” she purred. “There's more.” She took the last two bowls and climbed on the bed, then sat between his legs. “Whipped cream...” She loaded the spoon. “To cool you down.” Spreading it on his balls, she watched him.

The combination of hot shaft and cold balls proved amazing. His sack compressed close to his body, and he relaxed and enjoyed the contrast.

She held up a cherry, plucked it from its stem, and set it on top of his cock. “Mmm. My new favorite dessert.” Then she licked a path from his balls all the way up his shaft and sucked the cherry—and his head—into her mouth.

"Oh, baby.” He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face enjoying what she was doing to his rod.

Within minutes, she'd licked, sucked, nibbled, and kissed him clean. “Now,” she whispered, “I'm going to finish you off."

"No argument here."

Licking his head, she stared into his eyes. “Tell me what you like."

"I like anything you do. I like it a hell of a lot."

Her brow shot up. “But...is there anything
special
that you like? I mean...” She blushed. “Like what you showed me in the shower?"

Chase reached over to the nightstand for his nearly-empty vial of lube and handed it to Reno as she sat in between his legs. “Try touching me back there. And if it feels comfortable to you, just put your finger in an inch and do this.” He curled his finger toward himself.

"Mmm. I think I read about that in a romance novel, too."

"You know, I never appreciated books as much as I do right this second."

She giggled then concentrated on settling a drop of lube on her fingertip.

Just watching her amped up the blood level in his cock. But when she leaned closer and hesitantly touched his anus, and her beautiful brown eyes locked with his, seeking affirmation, it was nearly over for him. He spread his thighs, smiling through the haze of lust. “Yes."

She did exactly what he'd done to her—circles around the outside of his puckered hole, a slight probe, then a slow push in. And goddamn, when she locked her lips on his cock's head and coordinated the rear entry with a deep throat, his lights went out and he plunged into the darkness of feeling. No thought, only sensory.

She rubbed the sensitive spot and inched inside, following the motion he'd shown her. This was better than anything he'd ever—then he exploded into her mouth. It came out of nowhere, an orgasm he didn't expect until it happened, and one he'd remember forever. He might have passed on to another world, hung there for a minute, then fallen back to earth and landed on a bed of pillows.

Reno crawled up his body and stared into his eyes. “Was that okay?"

When the feeling returned to his body, he found the muscle to wrap his arms around her and roll them over, her body partially under his. “That was mind-blowing. You are amazing."

A few minutes later, she wiggled. “I'm on one of the bowls. Can you move for a second?"

He groaned and rolled back. “Sorry. I wasn't thinking.” He rolled her over and moved the bowls, then bent low and licked the whipped cream off her thigh. Pulling the blanket over them, he turned off the light and slid her close. “Sleepy?"

"Mmm hmm.” She pulled his arm around her.

He brushed his lips against her hair, and settled in. As exhaustion took him, he smiled. He couldn't remember being this happy. Ever. But he had to know what she was feeling.

"Are you excited to go home?"

She hauled in a long breath and let it out slowly. “I wouldn't say excited. Maybe anxious. I have so much to do once I get there."

"Your book edits?"

"Yes, and I'm teaching a class in a few weeks. I haven't prepared for that yet."

The floral scent of her hair snuck into his nostrils. Another thing about her he'd never forget. “Is that what you want to be when you grow up? A teacher?"

She laughed and ran her hand over his ribs. “I do. I love to write, but I have a longing to share what I've learned with others. I get so excited reading young writers’ work, and it gives me great pleasure to be able to guide them. I've had some amazing mentors...and some not so great."

She was talking about her ex-boyfriend. The one who tried to change her writing style. Make her into something she wasn't so she'd fit into his life better. Asshole.

Her shoulder shrugged once, and she asked, “What about you, Chase. What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Staring into the dark, he couldn't find the answer. He'd always wanted to go back to school. Not high school, but college. Take some classes and learn about things that people talked about. Politics and religion. Evolution, the planets, stuff under microscopes.

But he couldn't tell Reno that. Hell, two years ago, he'd asked Jorjia to help him find a college, and she'd freaked out. She didn't want the media to get a hold of the story. It would embarrass her if people knew she was dating someone so low class. That's what she called him. Low class. She'd slapped him down hard, and the ache still lingered, flaring up every time he thought about going back to school.

He kissed Reno's forehead. She'd never say something like that to him. But he sure as hell wasn't going to remind her how uneducated he was.

"When I grow up, baby, I wanna be twice as sexy as I am now."

She giggled a couple small laughs, then her breathing grew heavy and slow.

His last thought before he followed her into sleep, was that he'd never do anything to embarrass her the way he'd almost done to Jorjia.

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Four hours later, Chase's cell phone rang, and he answered the wake-up call. “Thank you.” He lay down against Reno's back pulling her tight to his chest.

She reached back and grasped his hard rod. “What's this? I ordered cherries, not bananas,” her velvety morning voice asked.

He jerked his cock in her hand, loving her tight grip on him. “I have to get to the studio. Retakes."

She reached over to the nightstand and handed him a condom. “First, I want a retake of last night."

"Do you always get what you want, Miss Reno?” He knew the answer to that. With him, all she had to do was ask.

"Always."

His arm snuck under her pillow then his hand tickled down her collarbone to her breast, rolling her nipple with his middle finger. He pressed his lips to her neck.

She sighed and tipped her head, giving him better access.

And he took advantage, sucking the tender skin under her ear, drawing patterns with his tongue, then nipping her earlobe.

Sliding his free hand down her ribs, he trailed a slow path to her hip, then across to her curly mound. His fingers dipped into the juicy flesh between her thighs. “Wet. You're ready for me."

"Yes,” she whispered. “Now."

Using one hand and his teeth, Chase opened the condom packet, a technique he'd perfected over the years. He slid it on his rod then scooted lower. “Arch your back for me, baby."

She did, and he thrust his hips in, finding the right angle, finding the perfect, hot, soft opening between her pussy lips where the head of his shaft met her quivering folds.

As he slid his cock into her tight cunt, she squeaked then shivered.

"You like that?"

"Mmm hmm."

He thrust into her slit, adoring the fit of his hard muscle in her soft flesh. His hand found her mound again and slid into her folds. He touched where his cock slid in and out of her soft lips, the feel of his hard rod penetrating her flooded his balls and lower back with urgent lust. He could come now...

But she fit her hand on top of his, her fingers next to his, feeling them fucking. No, so much more than just sex. Making love.

"You're meant for me, Reno."

"I think I am."

His fingers, wet with her cream, slid to her clit, urging an orgasm out of her, tasting the tender skin of her neck, and tugging her hard nipple. Reno gyrated her sweet ass against him and called his name weakly as her body shuddered into climax.

This was probably his last time with her, their schedules for the rest of the day meant they wouldn't see each other until late tonight. He wanted this to go on forever. He went slowly, pumping into her hot, tight pussy. Sleepy, morning sex with Reno. Damn, he'd never get enough. Never.

She reached behind her, her hand on his ass, gently squeezing with each thrust. Her breath sounded ragged, and she let out a small cry.

"Ahh,” he moaned, just on the brink of coming. He followed her into perfect oblivion, his happy, worn out balls barely able to produce enough to shoot out, but, shit, it felt good to be inside her.

He lay panting for a moment. The curtains were drawn, but a small slice of light showed across the bed. He had to get to the studio. He kissed her shoulder. “Baby?"

Her even breaths told him she'd fallen asleep.

He grinned. They'd given each other a workout last night. Hell, he should order up a massage for her. Her muscles would be screaming today. Looking at her beautiful face, he saw the wet tracks of tears on her cheeks. She was struggling with the same grief he had, and it pissed him off. Why did their lives have to exist in separate worlds? How long would it be until he could see her again?

An unfamiliar lump formed in his throat. “You're mine,” he whispered, still unable to believe he'd caught this angel for himself. He'd find time. Hell, he'd make time, no matter what it cost him.

Holding the condom on his cock, he slid out of her, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the lights, blinding himself for a moment. Sliding the condom off, he caught the glint of moisture on the outside. Her pussy juices. But when he rubbed the tip of the condom to feel her lube, a split opened on the latex. “What the hell?” His cum was on the outside.

"Shit.” Chase stepped closer to the bright light over the sink, and inspected it. Sure as shit, it was a tear in the condom. This was not good. He slid it off and set it on a piece of toilet paper on the counter then turned off the light. Slinking back into the bedroom, he got the condom box, and grabbed the empty foil packet next to it.

Closing himself in the bathroom, he turned on the light and looked at the box. How long had they been in his kit? Then he found the expiration date on the foil packet. Damn, they were old, expired three years ago. Was this one condom defective, or were all four of them bad? The other three, he'd flushed already. He grinned. Four condoms, two blowjobs, a titty-fuck. Seven in one night, a personal best for him.

He crumpled the foil, the painful jab into his palm snapping him out of his proud moment. He looked at his face in the mirror. Thirty. Getting old—and careless. This could be bad. Really bad. He should wake Reno right now and tell her, and they could run to a drugstore and get that morning after birth control.

Reaching over to throw the foil packet away, he stopped dead. Did he want her to get rid of it, if there was a baby? His mind said yes, but his heart chilled at the thought of killing their child. He'd marry her if she was pregnant. Hell, he might marry her even if she wasn't.