Chasing Beautiful (Chasing Series #1) (6 page)

How dare he?
How dare he? After how he was being cold towards me all night, without even a backward glance, and now he gives me this blasted brutish treatment?

Seriou
sly?

I
was done dealing with this crap; I was going home—back to London.

I tried to grab the handle of the door, but he quickly caught my hand and swiftly placed me on the wall next to the door.

Both of his hands landed securely on either side of my head, so I was imprisoned and had no chance in hell of escaping.

I stared at him
, wide-eyed and reeling.

Not only was I s
hocked at his attitude and his chauvinistic demeanor, but I was more surprised that he had even bothered to. “
Are you fucking drunk, Kyle
?” I asked him angrily. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

He just kept staring at me like he
wasn’t even listening to my questions.

He moved closer
.

His eyes
burned into me.

I
could smell him, his smell that I used to adore so much. The smell that reminded me of long nights sleeping in the nook of his neck—being this close to him—tested me to the hilt and it drove me insane with acute lust.

I was becoming n
ostalgic with pure longing.

His m
olten eyes roved all over my body, reacquainting himself with it.

H
is eyes stopped on my lips; his eyes darkened. My heartbeat quickened, my breathing shallow.

My body quivered from his
close scrutiny. Goose bumps covered my body as my nipples tightened and my stomach had butterflies flying about.
Damn him
.

His gaze was too powerful
—and like prey, I was hypnotized and captivated by him, by his closeness, by this sudden reminder that he was my first love, my first everything. I closed my eyes and tried my damnedest to steady the wild beating of my heart.

His thumb traced my full bottom lip slowly like he was trying to ingrain it in his memory.
The moment his thumb grazed my skin, I was enthralled.

“
Sienna
,” he said my name in a whisper that was full of pain and hunger.

My heart twisted.

I slowly opened my eyes and was tormented by the look in his.

He want
ed me.

His desire was
emanating from him—from every pore in his body. I knew that look so well. I suddenly had the urge to touch his chest, to feel his heat, his warmth but willed myself against it.

I wetted my lips slowly with uncertainty and swallowed.
I was having a hard time breathing.

All
I could hear was my heart pounding—so loud against my ribcage—as I anticipated Kyle’s touch.

And he would touch.

That
look
said it all.

He would devour me with no concession.

I stared at this man before me, wide-eyed and waiting… waiting for him to make a move…
Can I let this happen?

There
was hardly any option of backing out.

He
was here for a reason.

He
was a man on a mission.

There
was no room for negotiation.
Oh, hell! I’m going to be in big trouble.

He lower
ed his head to kiss me.

He kissed me softly
at first, like he was trying to gauge my reaction, see if I would respond. I certainly did. I kissed him back matching his pace as I was fighting all sorts of sensations inside of me.

A
tidal wave of emotions rolled off me. From missing him to the angst of seeing him with a new girlfriend, amongst other things—bottled in all at once as I kissed him. My lips demanded just as fervently as his, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. The titillating hunger was demanding his full attention, driving us both in a magical, wanton spell.

His signature smell enveloped me
and I surrendered to the madness of lust and want.

He groaned as my fingers touched his hair and slowly
traced his back, all the way down to his ass—cupping it hard with both greedy hands—and pushing him hard against me.

The friction was palpable.
We both groaned at once.

Yes, I definitely want this.

How I’ve missed this man.

I opened both of my legs
wider to accommodate him better, riding my miniscule skirt up higher, flashing my magenta lace thong.

I was s
till holding him firmly and tightly on his ass, pushing him hastily and fervently against me to be nestled on my hot core. We both groaned in unison.

His
soft kisses trailed down my neck slowly; he licked and nipped it.

Writhing and
panting against his hot body—I lost myself in the overwhelming, all-consuming need to be possessed.

His
hand skillfully loosened my top, kissing his way to my very aroused and very erect nipples. He found one and playfully bit it. I whimpered from the pure ecstasy that was taking me in a whole different sphere. I was already horny, but that drove me over the edge of the precipice.

My thong was soaked as I rubbed myself with
a driven mission over his jeans that showed his bulging erection.

God, he feels wonderful.

Fuck.

“
Can I take you baby
?” he asked in a raspy, sexy voice, panting with the need to consume me. It was full of promise, full of wicked urgency.

Of course,
this
was the old Kyle, my Kyle. “
Yes—yes
,” out of breath, “Please hurry, I—” 

H
e didn’t even let me finish before I heard him groan as he touched my thighs slowly, finding his way to the edge of my thong.

Thank god I just had a Brazilian wax
a couple of days ago, I thought to myself.

He slid my thong on the side and I felt him playing with my pussy lips
, gently torturing me as he teased them by making chaste rhythmic circles around my sensitized mound.

“TAKE ME!
” I commanded.

I
couldn’t focus on anything other than the throbbing, suppressed ache inside of me.

“
Missed me, Sienna?” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. His hot breath sent tingles all the way down to my very wet opening.

I opened my eyes and looked him straight in
his. “
Yes.”
I halted as he stuck a finger inside me, twirling and twisting it, hooking it in the upper wall of my vagina. He frantically moved his fingers against my clit, flicking it up and down in a fast rhythm.

“
Oh my God” I yelped.

Yes
!
I chanted in my head.

I grabbed his bulging cock and started to rub it hard.

I took charge of his pants, swiftly opening the button and pulling his zipper down, taking things into my own hands. His pants were pooling around his knees and I tugged his boxer briefs south, on top of his pants. I eyed him,
man he’s aroused
. I gently cupped his balls with my left hand, squeezing them as I delightfully moved my right-hand up and down his cock, twirling his erection with such voracious determination.

I
was in such a delicious state of sexual euphoria, and I couldn’t seem to hold it back—for much longer. Nine months of celibacy made me desperate for him.

“Kyle, please…
FUCK ME
…,” I pleaded.

“Not yet, baby
”

Our foreheads joined together as
we panted hard. His thick, rock-hard cock had a small drop of juice that was enticingly sitting on the head of his enormous manhood. I hastily licked my dry lips as I greedily eyed it waiting for my attention.

If he
thought torturing me would work then I would give him the same satisfaction.

I slightly bent
over again and licked that sweet juice off—
oh-so-slowly
—at the same time watching his face through my lashes with pure fervor of lust. Hovering over his cock, I sucked the head with just enough pressure to get all of his sweet moist essence out—tasting more of his manhood like it was nirvana.

His face almost combusted with desire
and he was beyond turned on. He seriously looked like a savage animal ready to pounce.

He took his fingers out and spread me
against the wall. He kneeled down just above my throbbing pussy. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and opened my other leg wider.

He l
icked my outer lips with his hot-teasing tongue, nipping and sucking. I buckled and threw my head back from the sensations racking through my body.

He quickly grabbed my hips and hooked my legs on his body as he pulled me down to the large bed. My dark mane of hair splaying everywhere, still wearing my cowboy boots
. My top and skirt sat on my stomach, open and ready to be ravished.  My thong was still lopsided from his drastic invasion.

He
loomed over me; his eyes intensely flickered to my nipples and wide opened legs. He pulled on his dick and started to stroke it—hard, big hands squeezing and stroking as I watched in fascination.

He
took my boots off and pulled down my thong. “You’re beautiful, Sienna,” our eyes locked as he gently rubbed my pussy with his pulsating head, ready to combust.

Teasing, probing
—driving me insane.

I whimpered as I anticipated the feel of him inside me.

He paused, his cock just a mere centimeter on my soaked entrance. “Has there been anyone else? I know I was your first, but that could’ve changed since we broke up—so, was there anyone else?” his face passive as he waited for me to reply.

I
shook my head. “No, not one.”

H
is smile was predatory and victorious, eyes gleaming. He slowly entered me and pulled out almost immediately. “Baby, you feel like a virgin!
I love it that your pussy’s like this—best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.
”

I looked at him as he
was watching our bodies joining together. He was staring down candidly as his cock slid cautiously to my tightened core.

H
e seemed to cherish the idea of being the only man I had ever had sex with. He groaned like a caveman as he shoved his dick inside me, thrusting hard with no inhibition and no restraint. My vagina walls immediately enveloped him, accommodating his size.

“You’re mine! All
mine
!” growling like an animal.

“I love how you feel…so silky, wet, and fucking
tight,
” he groaned loudly. “I’ve been constantly thinking about—when I can have you over and over. I can’t get you out of my head—when I saw you tonight, I couldn’t help myself…. I
needed
to have a taste of whatever you could give me. I needed to be
inside
you or I was going to go insane,” he sounded raw with want as he took up the pace and held my hips tighter. My legs were wrapped around his hips in an angle where it hit the spot, taking him deeper inside me.

T
hrusting harder, filling me, stretching me, taking as much as he could with no restraint. His penis was undeniably stretching me to its capacity. I couldn’t deny him this…. I couldn’t deny us both, this. Sex with Kyle was always this good when we were together.

So, it was hardly a surprise
that we couldn’t help ourselves.

I felt my body and pussy tighten around him
, building up slowly for an orgasm. The friction was more intense, fervent and exquisite. I was almost at the tipping point as I felt my body convulse around him as my climax was coming to a close. I held his shoulders—digging my fingers—and screaming hard as I came.

Kyle held my hips harder and plac
ed his lips on my neck as he fucked me hard with building intensity, his orgasm trailing close behind me. He screamed my name against my lips, “
Sienna—I love you—it’s always been you
,” as he spilled his seed inside me with one hard thrust of his hips.

Thank god I was on the pill.

We held each other, panting and disoriented. I closed my eyes trying to figure out what had just happened and how I could walk away from the situation without having my pride and heart trampled over.

Deep breaths
.

He said he loved me.

He still loves me. 

I
had so many questions I needed to ask him, but I couldn’t seem to find the strength or the wherewithal to look him in the eye.