Chasin' Eight: Rough Riders, Book 12 (24 page)

His face filled with satisfaction. And pure male heat.

She planted kisses down the center of his torso, following the sexy dark trail of hair. When her chin bumped against the wet tip of his cock, she glanced up at him again. “Hold your cock off to the side, since I’m not supposed to touch it.”

Chase quirked a brow, managing to look both menacing and obliging. He fisted his hand around the root and stroked upward a few times, never breaking their eye fuck. Finally he pulled his shaft aside and held it by is hip. “Happy?”

“Very. Because I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on your eight pack abs since I saw you naked in Ginger’s bathroom.” And yes, indeedy, she gloried in exploring his ridged, yet flat abdomen, dipping her tongue into the defining grooves. He tasted different down here. Muskier. More like sex. And again, she rubbed her face against his taut skin like a contented feline.

Well, not completely contented. She wanted more. She peered at him and saw he’d closed his eyes.

Perfect.

Ava reached between his legs and cupped his balls, squeezing gently as her nails scraped up the inside of his right leg, brushing the coarse pubic hair, then traveled back down to his knee.

Chase jerked back. “What are you doin’, Hollywood? No touchin’ my cock, remember?”

“Ah. But I’m not touching your cock; I’m touching your balls.” Smiling—smirking really—she rolled the taut globes between her fingers, letting her thumb stroke the shiver-inducing skin right behind the sac. Holding his gaze, seeing him torn between wanting her to continue touching him, and denying her because she’d… sort of broken his rule.

He grabbed her wrist and flipped her on her back amidst her surprised shriek. He growled, “Don’t move.”

“Are you going to punish me?” She stretched her arms above her head, loving the way his eyes devoured her body. “Fifty lashes with your wet tongue, I hope.”

“Nope. I have some very specific punishments in mind and I can’t wait to try every fuckin’ one of them. But it’ll keep.” He grabbed another condom and covered himself. Then he braced his forearms by her head, and lowered his body over hers.

She couldn’t help but touch him. This man unlike any she’d ever met, who made her feel things that scared her and thrilled her.

His eyes regained their earlier intensity. “Know why I took you from behind? Besides me wanting to put my hands all over your fantastic ass?”

Say something flip and totally male. Don’t be more sweet and loving than you’ve already been or I might fall for you.

“I knew I wouldn’t last because I’ve wanted you for too damn long.” Chase kissed the corners of her mouth. The apples of her cheeks. Her temples. “But this time? I’ll be looking in your eyes, feeling your body wrapped around me, your nails scratching my back, your mouth on mine everywhere. I intend to make it last a good, long time.”

And…Ava felt herself cartwheeling her arms, trying desperately not to tumble straight into the daunting place she’d never been. “Chase…”

“It’s okay.” Chase kissed her. Rocking against her. “You know what I like best about this position?”

“What?”

“That lying down we’re the same height.” Chase pushed into her fully.

Ava almost knocked him off balance she arched so sharply from his hard thrust. “God.”

“No kiddin’. You—this—feels amazing.” He pulled out slowly until just the head of his cock rested in her opening.

She waited, expecting he’d plunge back in. But he gave her a long, slow glide of his flesh into hers and stopped when he’d filled her completely. He did that exact same move twice more and stopped again.

“Am I hurtin’ you?”

“No. Why?”

“Because you’re holding your breath.”

Damn. She exhaled. “Sorry.”

Chase placed a soft smooch on her mouth. Then another. Until the kisses became longer. More intense. With hardly a breath between them. But still he didn’t rush the joining of their bodies. Keeping the rhythm slow and steady.

Ava’s hands were all over his slippery skin. She couldn’t touch him enough—from his straining arms to his strong shoulders and back, down to his muscular ass. She arched and wiggled and squirmed against his rock solid body, urging him to get a move on.

He broke the kiss and murmured, “The more frantic you get, the slower I’m gonna go.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.” He softly blew in her ear, educing a whole body shudder. “Because I really love the sexy way you’re grinding your whole body on mine and if I move faster you’ll stop.”

She trapped his face in her palms and looked into his laughing eyes. “You always going to be this controlling in bed?”

“Nope. Sometimes I’m gonna be worse.” Then Chase raised his body up enough so his chest hair abraded her nipples with his every upward stroke. “Wrap your legs around my hips and grab the headboard.”

Ava told herself it was his sexy growl that did it for her, not his command. But as soon as she reached up, he picked up the pace and she understood the appeal of surrender. This was heady stuff, ceding her pleasure to him. Becoming mindless in the friction of damp skin rubbing on damp skin. Anticipating the heat and hardness of his shaft plowing into her tender pussy. Destroying her wits as his mouth eked out every shiver and moan with hot, wet sucking kisses on her neck.

“That’s it,” he whispered fiercely. “Let me take you there.”

“Yes,” she hissed, her back bowing as his cock hit her G-spot. Over and over. He’d changed the angle of his hips so he wasn’t bumping against her clit, but this felt so damn good she didn’t care.

Chase took her mouth again as he drove into her, so in tune with what she needed that Ava swore they’d made love a thousand times before instead of just once.

Then he adjusted his position again, hitting both spots with each hard, deep stroke.

Ava seemed to splinter into a million pieces when she climaxed. She knew Chase wasn’t far behind as his thrusts intensified. When he groaned and started to bury his face in her neck, she released her grip on the headboard and cradled his face in her palms. “Look at me. Show me what I do to you.”

Chase whispered, “God, Ava,” and shuddered as his orgasm rolled over him in a long wave that left him groaning and her stunned by the intensity.

Panting, they just held onto each other, trying to unscramble their brains. Finally Chase mumbled, kissed her, pushed up, pulled out, and got up to ditch the condom.

Ava rolled over, deliciously sore, but unsure what would happen next.

When he crawled back in bed, she pushed up on her elbow, intending to give him space. He said, “Where you goin’?”

“Umm. To my bed?”

“Like hell.” He dropped his top leg over hers, holding her in place. “You don’t get to fuck me and run. I suspect that’s been both our habits in the past. We both know this ain’t a one-night thing.” He scooted behind her and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “So get used to sharing a bed with me.”

Touched by his unexpected affection, Ava turned and rubbed her cheek over his. “Sounds good. I prefer a king-sized bed anyway.”

“But the room’s still gotta cost under a hundred bucks.”

“Such a taskmaster.”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

Chase was a hard sleeper. So Ava found it easy to slip free from his arms in the early morning hours.

She wished for light but didn’t dare risk waking him by turning on the one in the bathroom. But it was handy that they’d slept naked. She paused at the foot of the bed, her eye on the prize. Although they’d had sex three times last night, Chase hadn’t allowed her direct access to his cock, even one time, which was why Ava was helping herself to it now. It was a new day. Last night’s rules no longer applied.

She knew she’d only have limited time before Chase woke up. Bending her head, she inhaled this warm, intimate scent before she sucked the soft cock into her mouth. She loved how the skin grew taut and the flesh expanded with every suctioning pull.

He stirred, moaning as his cock hardened. Lengthened.

When Ava started sliding his shaft over her tongue, his hand landed on her head.

Immediately it snapped back and Chase scrambled upright. “Ava? What the devil are you doin’?” He inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth when she tongued the tip. “Hell. I thought it was a dream.”

She pulled off his shaft long enough to say, “Nope. I want to make this buff body to squirm.” She licked him like a lollipop.

“Oh, I’ve no doubt you can make me squirm. You probably could get me to beg.” He brushed her hair back from where it’d fallen in her face. “But—”

Again, Ava eased off and met his gaze in the near darkness. “But nothing. You don’t get to direct this.”

If she thought he’d lovingly pet her, agree, and murmur encouragement, she was mistaken. Chase’s big hands were on her face, gripping her jaw. “Yes, I do.”

His answer turned her panties damp. As did his explicit command, “On the floor. On your knees.”

As Ava moved, so did Chase. He perched on the edge of the mattress, making space for her between his legs. Then he stroked her cheek. “Better. Now I can watch you workin’ me and you ain’t gonna choke when you swallow.”

No mincing words there.

“Take me in your mouth again, Ava.”

God that low gravely morning voice loosened something primitive inside her. She bent her head, letting her hair fall against his thighs, feeling his muscular quads quiver in response to the soft strands teasing the muscles. She suckled the tip, tracing the shape of the plump head with the inside of her lips, taking time to flick her tongue over the sweet spot below the cockhead with every wet swipe.

Tease. Retreat. Acquainting herself with his reactions, licking away the little pearls of pre-come. Then Ava moved in for the kill, needing to taste him fully. She made a fist around the base, sliding her hand up and down the length, bobbing her head to meet her fingers.

He stayed rigid, hands propped on the edge of the mattress, watching her. But Chase wasn’t completely motionless. His body trembled. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His toes curled.

Something about seeing that odd vulnerability made Ava ache. Made her want to assure him she’d never exploit this part of him that he was bold enough to share with her.

Her hand slid down to fondle his balls as she worked that long shaft, rubbing the plump cockhead against the roof of her mouth before opening her throat. Breathing through the gag reflex, she swallowed him fully.

“Holy. Christ.” Chase’s palms covered her ears and he pushed her upper body back. Then he thrust past her lips, lodging his cock into her throat, staying there until she swallowed. He pulled out and did it again.

Ava had no control. Chase held her head, keeping her in place. “Ava. Look at me. See what you do to me.”

Her gaze connected with his. Such lust. Such hunger in his eyes. Such need. She felt it all flowing between them, felt her body responding to the call of his. She hollowed her cheeks around the thickness filling her mouth and he groaned.

“Watch those teeth, darlin’,” he warned, “but don’t stop.”

She switched from deep throating him to shallow bobs of her head. Her senses were fine-tuned to the wet sucking sounds of his cock shuttling in and out of her mouth. The gentler grip he maintained in her hair. The shag carpet digging into her knees. His low murmurs of approval. The wholly male scent of his sex. And his entire body twitching with anticipation.

More more more. Give it all to me.

He swore and went motionless.

Ava moaned around his cock as he came and his taste exploded on her tongue. She swallowed each hot spurt and his pleasure rolled over her in a warm, satisfying wave. When the tremors ceased, she released his softened cock little by little, dragging out the moment for herself.

After his eyes opened and he seemed to remember where he was, he stroked her hair. Ran his thumb across her swollen lips. Then he granted Ava that cat-who’d-gotten-cream smirk. “Much better than an alarm clock.”

As much as she’d loved blowing him, now in the aftermath, she felt shy. Exposed. She ducked her head, letting her mouth connect with his thigh, loving the way that coarse hair felt on her sensitized lips.

He continued to pet her, soothe her, trailing his fingers across her shoulder and down her spine. He only allowed her to hide from him for so long before he forced her to meet his gaze. “I don’t want you to go back to LA now that we’ve scratched the itch. And before you go getting that mean glint in your eye, this has been way more than just sex for me. Way more.”

For me too
. But she couldn’t say it. Instead she said, “But how does this—” she gestured to their naked bodies, “—change things between us?” She braced herself for a noncommittal answer, but Chase’s next words blew her away.

“Ava. It changes nothing and it changes everything. We’re friends. I can’t imagine losing that part of you. But now I see us getting nekkid together as often as humanly possible, until we’re both exhausted and grinning from ear to ear. So what does it mean we’ve gone from friends to lovers?” He bestowed that sweet, hot, naughty grin. “I believe that means we’re havin’ us a bonafide summer romance.”

Ava watched from the shadows of the bleachers as Chase strode out of the medical tent. He stopped and talked to a couple of riders.

The man was magnificent. Not just his physique. Not just his face. Not just his cowboy charm. Not just his way with people that put them at ease. All those things by themselves were pretty impressive. But were powder-keg potent wrapped up in one package—a hunky cowboy who defined resilient.

She felt the other men’s eyes on her, but she only had eyes for him. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure. Excuse us.”

Wanting privacy, Ava wandered to the far corner, away from the contestants and rodeo officials.

When she turned around, Chase rested against a section of the metal corral.

“You still pissy with me for insisting we book a room tonight instead of heading to the next rodeo?”

His bad dismount last night affected his right side, his knee, his hip and his shoulder. She’d cringed this morning, seeing his bruised and battered body. He’d turned pissy and told her to quit staring at him like a circus freak. Then he’d grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom on stiff legs.