In Deep: Chase & Emma (All In Book 1) (15 page)

He chuckled, low, then
dipped his mouth to my neck. Giving me a lick, then a quick, fresh
nip, he teased, “You’re so worked up, baby.” He unclasped my
bra and threw it to the side, too. He had me completely naked,
squirming in his lap.

“Chase, I’m…” I
reached up for his shoulders, moving to straddle him, climb him,
somehow quench the burning fire he’d started within me.

“I know,” he
soothed me, but firmly put me back as he’d had me before, stretched
out lengthwise on his lap. “I know what you want.” With his arm
along my back, he held me securely against his hip, in place. And
then he started with his other hand, placing it between my knees.
Slowly inching it up. “I know what you need.”

Gasping, I leaned back
against his strong arm, cradled in his lap. And I parted my thighs,
giving him access.

“That’s it,” he
praised me, working his hand up farther along my leg. “Spread your
legs for me, honey.” I did as he told me, opening them even wider
for him, one leg over the side of his knee. “So pretty, Emma.”
His voice sounded thick as he leaned down and gazed at me. I knew he
could see how aroused I was already, glistening and slick for him.

“You lie back,” he
coaxed me, settling me against his arm, my back arched, my breasts
displayed for him. “You let me make you feel good.”

He reached out and slid
one finger, just one, across my slit. I gasped and started to sit up.
I felt so sensitive, so aroused. “Shhh,” he soothed me, “you
need to lie back and take this, baby. I can’t wait to watch you
come.”

I leaned back again as
I’d been told and he started stroking me, first one finger, then
two, circling up and around my swollen clit, dipping down to my
entrance. When he thrust a finger into me, slow and sure, I nearly
started to come right then. I groaned and tossed my head to the side,
biting my lip hard. Just his finger felt big inside me, and so
commanding, like he knew exactly what to do.

“That’s it,” he
praised me as I laid back and moaned, spreading my legs even wider so
he could have all the access he needed to finger fuck me right. “You
like that?”

He thrust two fingers
in me deep and I cried out, feeling pressure building inside me,
quivering and shuddering. He started pushing against my clit, pulsing
in rhythm with his thrusts as he drove into me again, then again.
“That feel good?”

“Chase!” I
screamed, reaching up to clutch his arm, suddenly feeling scared. I’d
never felt anything this intense, this consuming, this overwhelming.

“Come for me, baby,”
he ordered, fucking me so good with his fingers, fast and demanding.
I exploded on his hand, bucking against him, thrusting my hips and
screaming with pleasure.

“Oh God!” I yelled,
wave after wave crashing over me, the feel of his fingers so deep
inside of me, his other hand holding me firm and secure while he hit
me right where I needed it.

“So good,” he
marveled, his thrusts slowing but not stopping. “So good.” He
drew out every last quiver and drop of pleasure, sensing my shudders,
playing with them and coaxing out tremors even as the orgasm ebbed.
And still he didn’t stop sliding his amazing fingers.

“Chase,” I gasped,
trying to sit up, feeling completely dazed. I’d never come like
that before, not ever once in my life. That orgasm had consumed me,
flooded me, stolen all thought from my brain leaving me nothing more
than a live, writhing wire of ecstasy. And he wasn’t stopping.

“What are you doing?”
I asked, my mouth open in awe, no idea what had just happened to me,
or what I could feel starting to happen again.

“Again, Emma.” He
gazed into my eyes, fierce, possessive, demanding. The ice blue of
his eyes, the way he held me, I could feel pressure building in me
again, that throbbing, urgent, driving need starting all over even as
I couldn’t believe it. Apparently it didn’t matter that my mind
hadn’t had a moment to catch up with my first orgasm. My body was
already preparing for a second.

He dropped his head to
my throat, licking and sucking as he slowly stroked my pussy, gentle
now, petting and rubbing. He laid me back against the arm of the
couch, a pillow beneath my back, then bent down to kiss my breasts.

“Oh, yes, Chase,” I
moaned as he licked me, sucking in one of my hard little tips. He
made me feel so delicious, like he craved me, nothing but me.

“May I taste you,
honey?” he whispered, making his way down my stomach, licking a
circle around my belly button. “I know you’re going to taste so
good.”

I gave an urgent
whimper, running my hands down to his shoulders, up his hair.
“Please,” I found myself pleading, my voice throaty with need.

“Mmmm.” He groaned
his appreciation as he worked his way down, settling between my legs.
Cupping my ass in his large hands, he kissed my inner thighs. “Now
you need to spread wide for me, baby. Can you stay just like that?”

“Yes!” I loved how
he talked to me, just the right amount of bossing around mixed with
taking care of each and every one of my needs. His words alone might
bring me another orgasm. He touched the tip of his tongue to my clit,
just a light flick, and I cried out with a quiver of pleasure.

He groaned again in
satisfaction, returning to the spot, showing me exactly how
relentless he could be, in and out of the pool. Intent on his goal,
driving toward it, insistent, commanding, he would get what he
wanted. And what he wanted was me clawing at the couch pillows,
mewling incoherent cries, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over my
body as I thrashed and shuddered and felt myself on the cusp of
heading over the cliff into yet another all-consuming orgasm.

“You’re so close,”
he observed, wickedly, removing his magnificent lips and tongue to
talk. I whimpered in frustration, writhing in need, helpless without
his attentions. “What do you need, Emma?” he teased, bringing
one, long finger up to circle my slick, dripping entrance. He thrust
it slowly inside me and I felt my walls contract around him, my
desire throbbing and ready to explode.

“Do you need to
come?” he asked, low and devilish, his face right between my legs,
his mouth so close to my clit I could feel his breath on it.

“Yes, please, Chase,”
I begged, past caring, past shyness, past any and all concerns over
professionalism or performance.

Wolfishly, he descended
on me, thrusting his finger up inside me deep, taking my pussy into
his mouth and sucking hard on my tender clit. My orgasm engulfed me,
shuddering up and capturing all my senses as I let myself go,
overwhelmed by it, by him, licking and sucking and pleasuring me
beyond all reason.

Drifting, dreamy, I
couldn’t have said how long we stayed there, him lapping up every
last drop I had to give, then enfolding me in his large, warm
embrace. I dropped my head to his chest, dazed and thrilled and lost
and found all at once.

He picked me up and
carried me over to the bed. We lay down together, him pulling me to
him and wrapping me in his strong embrace. Blissed out through every
fiber of my being, it did occur to me that I should rouse myself,
maybe get it together to return the favor. I’d had my head explode
with the two best orgasms of my life. He hadn’t gotten off at all.

But there was thought
and then there was the reality that my eyelids would not stay open.
I’d had men fall asleep on me after coming, plenty of times.
Usually as I lay there without having had any release myself. The
thought that the tables were turned, now I was the one behaving
badly, did coax a slight smile from my lips. But it didn’t stop the
train that drove me straight to sleep.

§

When I woke up, Chase
wasn’t even there. How embarrassing. Sunlight was poking in around
the edges of the curtains. I checked the bedside clock: seven a.m.
Chase was already up and out at his morning workout. I guessed he was
to blame, though, for my heavy sleeping. He had insisted on not one
but two blistering orgasms the night before.

I showered, made myself
some coffee and ate an apple while glancing through the complimentary
newspaper. In the sports section, there was a feature on one of his
teammates for a change, a 20-year-old woman from Illinois who’d
almost lost her brother to childhood leukemia. He’d made a full
recovery, and the two of them were in a smiling photo that brought
tears to my eyes.

The article went on to
share that the family had started a foundation to offer support to
families with children battling cancer, website and email for those
interested in learning more. “See?” I actually said out loud to
no one but myself. The press weren’t always bloodthirsty hounds.
They could share inspiring stories that brought more good to the
world. That was the type of blogging I enjoyed.

I heard the door to his
suite next to mine open and close. He was back. My body thrilled with
anticipation. I had it bad for this man.

I heard a knock, then
his voice, “Emma?”

Ooh, was that a
connecting door between us? I’d thought it was some sort of supply
closet. I hadn’t realized it could open. I went over to try the
handle, gave it a turn and sure enough, Chase was there standing
before me.

“I didn’t realize
we could do that!” I laughed, excited with the discovery.

“I did,” he
admitted, pulling me in for a hug and a kiss. “How’d you sleep?”

“Oh, God, I’m
sorry. I fell fast asleep last night and then this morning I didn’t
even wake up—”

“Shh,” he reassured
me. “Do you know how much I enjoyed last night? I’ve been wanting
to do that for a long time now.” I smiled against his chest. Such a
generous man.

“When’s your next
workout?” I asked. We did still have business to take care of. I
knew we’d struck a bargain of sorts last night, putting some
boundaries around our personal involvement, but I was determined that
the real reason I was there wouldn’t get forgotten in all the
dizzying lust. “Do you have time for me to work on you?”

“I have time.” He
headed to the kitchen to chug a large sports drink and eat a protein
bar. I’d never seen anyone consume so many calories so quickly. But
as he’d told me, the things he needed to do quickly, he took care
of that way. Other things? I flushed, thinking of the time he’d
devoted to me last night.

He stripped down to his
briefs and lay down on the massage table already set up in his room.
I got to work, warming up his shoulders, paying extra attention to
the scar tissue from his old injury. He’d taken good care of
himself in the ensuing years. Now I just needed to do my part to keep
the gears moving properly.

It wasn’t until he
flipped over to lie on his back that my professional focus started to
slip. I had to work on his quad muscle. And his groin, honest I did,
because all those muscle groups were attached and you didn’t want
to neglect any of them. In no time at all, his thick, glorious cock
strained long and hard against his boxer briefs.

I couldn’t take my
eyes away from it. It looked so huge and delicious. I even saw a
small, teasing damp patch at the tip. I bit my lip. My hands slowed
down. And I couldn’t help it. Violating every professional standard
and protocol I’d had drilled into me from the first day of training
as a health professional, my hands slid over to cup his balls and
slowly caress the length of his shaft.

“Emma,” he groaned,
his hands fisting the sheet on the table.

“Chase, I know I
shouldn’t.” This went against everything I’d ever been taught,
every rule I’d ever memorized. I couldn’t believe I was doing it.
And I couldn’t stop myself. I eased the waistband of his briefs
down, exposing his thick crown. So wide, so smooth and erotic, just
his tip with a sweet, glistening drop waiting for me. Leaning down, I
swirled my tongue around in a slow, wet lick.

“Mmmm,” I sighed.
He tasted so good, salty and male and I wanted to drink him down.
“Chase,” I moaned, slipping his waistband down his hips.

“Oh, Emma.” He
fisted a hand up in his hair as he lifted his head to watch my every
move. I met his eyes as I slowly took his cock into my mouth. With a
tortured groan, he dropped his head back, his mouth open.

Happy it felt so good,
I felt a rush of pleasure. I took my time, licking, getting his cock
nice and slick and wet. I moved, bringing my body parallel to the
table and positioning my hands and mouth right at the center where I
had the best access.

His hand came around to
my ass. As I’d leaned over him, my legs up by his shoulders, he’d
found himself an opportunity. He slid my running shorts down and I
eagerly stepped out of them. Stroking my buttocks, he whispered,
“spread your legs while you suck me.”

Willingly obedient, I
widened my stance as I slowly took his tip into my mouth. Sucking,
swirling with my tongue, I started working him in, slowly easing him
down my throat. When I felt like I might gag, I breathed deep,
relaxed, and let myself feel how much I wanted it. Big as he was, I
wanted to take him down so badly. I wanted to suck him so good he
wouldn’t know what had happened to him, leave him as breathless and
disoriented as he’d left me last night.

“Uh, yes,” he
panted, as I took him in, so wet and hot, sucking him down, then
starting to work along his length. In sync with my rhythm, he started
fingering my pussy, sliding his finger along where I was already nice
and juicy.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned
again, working hard to suck him all the way down, my eyes watering
with the effort. He was so huge. I couldn’t believe it as I felt
him grow even bigger, starting to thrust down my throat. I whimpered,
excited to taste his come. I wanted to swallow all of it.

He caressed my ass,
fingering my pussy, then caressing again. He brought his other hand
to my hair. “That’s it, baby,” he praised me, stroking my hair
as I worked so hard. “Suck it just like that. That’s so good.”