Chase and Seduction (7 page)

Chase nibbled a leisurely path down her stomach to her belly button. His tongue in her ticklish spot caused ripples of desire to shoot directly to her core.

He kissed lower, easing down her belly, driving her crazy with impatience, but wild with anticipation. He reached her mound. “Open for me, baby. I want to see every inch of you."

Despite all her bravado, this proved difficult. This was Chase Tanner, a man who'd dated gorgeous stars, and thin, perfect models. And here she was, chunky, plain, and suddenly uncertain.

He waited patiently, his eyes tracing her skin, stopping at places where there were small scars or moles. Memorizing her.

But she had nothing to be shy about. He wasn't with those actresses and models. He was here, with her. She screwed up her courage, bent her knees, planted her heels into the mattress, and spread for him.

Kneeling between her legs, he stared, then his mouth dropped open and a low groan shook out of his chest. “Unbelievable. I've got to..."

He leaned in and kissed her outer lips for long minutes, dwelling on her mound. His tender touch and light sucking swirled intense delight through her cunt. Then he licked her with long, slow laps from bottom to top, wiggling his tongue inside, almost to the very top, where her clit throbbed, needing his touch.

But he teased her, nibbled, bit softly into her mound, rubbing his nose and mouth into her hair, unexpected patterns that had her jumping in surprised pleasure. “Chase, don't stop."

"Mmm,” he groaned, then used his tongue to probe deeper, licking into her cunt, circling it, tasting all of her.

He hadn't even gotten close to her clit, and she was on the edge of an orgasm. And she was greedy. “Now, please?"

He chuckled. “I need a little more encouragement—"

Desperate for release, she grabbed his hair and pulled him into her.

He immediately parted her folds and licked, sucked her clit, and tongued it. “I like it...” he said between licks, “...when you're a bad girl.” He circled her clit with his tongue, but when he stuck a finger deep into her slit, it was over for her. She dove backward over the edge of reality into a sparkling sky, freefalling into oblivion where nothing mattered but more ecstasy. Her body shook, her pussy convulsed in hot, slow waves, and a loud cry left her lips as she closed her eyes and fell apart.

"Awake?” he asked a minute later.

Blinking her eyes open, she smiled at Chase, who lay on his side next to her, his head propped up on his bent arm, tracing her breasts in a gentle figure eight.

"Yes. Just savoring that delicious orgasm."

"Sounds tasty."

"Mmm hmm.” She rolled onto her side, pressing her breasts to his chest, and kissing his lips. Tasting herself on him, salty and rich, she licked a circle around his mouth.

"Woman, for someone who swears she's a nice farm-girl, you sure catch on to the naughty stuff quickly."

"I learned by osmosis."

His face went blank.

She flinched, realizing that he didn't know what she was trying to say. “Learned by being around you."

"Uh.” He looked embarrassed then started nibbling on her neck.

She should watch her vocabulary. The last thing she wanted to do was to make him think he wasn't up to her level of intelligence. He was very smart, the words and music to his songs were impressive, and his marketing campaigns, which he handled himself, were genius. He just lacked a formal education in more cerebral pursuits, like philosophy and fine arts. But it was never too late. He could take college courses—

Stopping that thought dead, she recalled a saying she heard once. Men choose women they hope will never change, but women choose men they hope to be able to change.

"Chase?"

"Mmm?” He'd made his way down to her breasts again, and softly teased with his lips.

"What would you change about me, if you could?"

He lifted his head and looked at her as if she'd gone nuts. “Nothing."

She nodded. “Okay.” She lifted her chest closer to his mouth. “Continue."

He smiled, shook his head, and went back to loving her nipples. Then it turned serious. He bit and sucked, until his body vibrated against hers. His hard cock lying on her thigh started sliding up and down, and the thought of him filling her with his hot, thick shaft was all she wanted, all she could think of.

"Take me, Chase."

He rolled away and grabbed a condom packet. “I'm yours, baby."

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Reno licked her lips impatiently as Chase stood next to the bed, rolling a condom onto his long, thick cock. He smiled at her as he gripped his shaft with one hand. “All yours.” He lifted her legs and knelt on the mattress, holding her thighs against his chest. “I want to make use of these sexy shoes. Wrap your legs around me, and let me feel your heels."

A chill of anticipation shook her as she looked into his eyes. “You're so bad, Chase Tanner. Next you'll have me wearing spurs."

His eyes lit. “Maybe someday...” He leaned over her and lifted her hips, then stuck a big pillow under her ass. “But for now, just use your imagination.” He spread her legs, and she wrapped them around him and poked a heel into his butt cheek.

"Hurry. I want you deep inside me."

He groaned and stuck a finger into her pussy, then two.

She writhed as his fingers curled up in her, hitting her G-spot. “Oh, yes, that is amazing. Whatever you're doing. Just amazing."

"I want to hear you swear, Reno."

"What?” Her blurred mind couldn't reconcile his demand.

"You don't want me to swear, but I want you to. Say it, Reno. Say the F word. Say, Fuck me, Chase."

"But I don't swear."

"Yeah, I know. But you asked what I wanted to change about you. That's it. I wanna hear it. Just during sex, that'll be our rule. You can swear like a stand-up comedian during sex.” His fingers increased the pressure on her G-spot, and she cried out.

"Yes, Chase, oh, God.” She hovered near the edge. Every nerve in her body juiced and tingling.

"Tell me what you want, Reno. Say fuck me, Chase.” He used his other hand to rub her clit.

Could she do it, swearing during sex? Yeah, she'd do just about anything for him. He was so bad for her, breaking down all her inhibitions, rewriting her moral code, and flat-lining her oversensitive observation of decency.

"Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me hard.” When she said it, rivers of heat washed through her body, and she laughed as her orgasm overcame her.

He pulled his fingers out of her spasming channel, kept up the rhythm on her clit, and plunged his cock into her cunt, jolting her, and sending intense ripples of pleasure through her whole body. He filled her completely, then pulled out and rammed in again, plunging her down deep, under waves that rolled her, and shook her body, shook her soul.

He gritted his teeth. “Baby, you're so tight. How the hell am I going to hold off...?” Then he cried out as the contractions of her pussy walls clenched him and he rode the wave with her, jackhammering into her core as he came.

When he collapsed on her, she thought he'd passed out. But he slowly rolled to the side, then onto his back, bringing her with him, and he snuggled her up against his chest.

"Awe, baby, I'm usually not that quick on the draw."

She smiled, loving the fact that she made him lose control. “I only got to stick my heel into you once."

Laughing, he kissed her forehead. “We'll give you another chance. In about ten minutes we'll try it again, and this time, you get to drive."

Chase couldn't stop himself from thinking about the day after tomorrow, after she'd gone. She'd be back in South Dakota, and he'd be stuck here doing retakes for God knew how long. Followed by his traveling all over the country doing talk shows promoting his CD release and U.S. tour.

Holding her closer, he almost asked her to stay with him in L.A. But she had to get back. Her next book was ready for edits, and she was teaching some kind of night course on writing.

How could he let her go?

She slid a leg up his thigh, touching her knee on his balls, softly massaging them in circles, driving him insane. He responded instantly, and when she slid her knee higher, she ran into the hard post of his cock.

She bit his nipple with her lips, then said, “It's been ten minutes."

A flare of heat pulsed more blood into his shaft, and he grasped her hair and tipped her head up. “I've been ready for nine. I was waiting for you.” He slanted his mouth over hers, reveling in the softness, the swollen fullness of her lips. He slipped his tongue past her teeth and drew her tongue into his mouth.

She explored his cheeks, and the insides of his lips before ending the kiss. Sliding her body on top of his, she pinned his arms above his head. Then she pulled her knees up and sat on his belly. “You said...” She bit her lower lip. “You said I could drive this time."

Every inch of his body tingled as he imagined her dominating him. And where her soft, wet pussy pressed onto his abs, his skin heated and trembled. “Do whatever you want to me, baby."

"I've had this recurring fantasy, Chase.” She swung a leg over, dismounting.

"Hey!” he grumbled and reached for her.

"I'll be right back.” Her smile grew wicked, and he would keep that picture of her in his brain always. She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a silk scarf. Oh, yeah, two of them.

"What are you up to, Reno?” His voice rumbled low and needy.

"I'm going to tie you up.” She gestured to the four-poster headboard. “Move up."

He complied, crab-walking up to the top of the bed. “Can I...trust you?” he growled.

She smiled that naughty grin again, wrapped one scarf around both his wrists, and tied it to the bedpost. “You'll just have to see.” Then she snapped the scarf between her hands. “Oh, wait, I guess you won't be able to.” She fastened the scarf over his eyes and tied it behind his head. “I've wanted to do this to you for four months.” She kissed him gently.

"Damn, why did we waste all this time?” He wasn't expecting an answer, but she stopped moving for a minute, and took a deep breath.

"I don't know.” She kissed slowly along his jaw, over his Adam's apple, down his chest to his belly. “I guess I wasn't sure until today,” she said between feather-light brushes of her lips.

His skin quivered where she kissed. “Last night in my trailer, you almost gave in."

At his hips, she nibbled his skin. “I did. But I wasn't ready, and look at how horribly that turned out. But right now...” She kissed the tip of his cock. “I'm completely committed."

He shouted as she licked his head, around the bulb, then down the vein on the bottom. “Oh, yeah."

Her tongue went lower, sliding onto his balls, and she licked and kissed softly, just a whisper of a touch, but with the blindfold, and his arms tied, it magnified the pleasure.

Then she was gone.

He heard a sound, then felt her touch his cock. She rolled on a condom. He smiled. This was getting good.

The bed jiggled and he waited, every nerve on edge.

Then her knees pressed against the outside of his thighs, her feet at his ribs. She faced his feet—one of his favorite positions. But any position with Reno was outstanding. When her hand grabbed his shaft, his hips jerked reflexively, wanting more. “Reno."

She whispered, “Easy, cowboy,” and touched his engorged head to the heat of her pussy, sliding back and forth over him, her breath becoming uneven, and her grip on him tightening.

"Take it all, cowgirl,” his voice rumbled low.

She guided his shaft to her slit, gently slid in just an inch, her tight cunt adjusting to fit his girth. Then she dropped, her body taking all of him in one powerful plunge.

She cried out, “Uh, Chase."

It killed him to hold still, but he waited for her, let her lead.

Then she stroked him with her canal. Slowly, rocking her hips, circling her pelvis, her perfectly rounded ass brushed his abs as she performed her mating dance.

Fighting the urge to pump up into her, he stayed still and let her do what she wanted to him. Allowed her to set the pace.

Her hands caressed his thighs in rhythm, the touch sending chills through his body, while his blood heated and pooled in his hips and legs.

Then she changed it up, sliding her hands down to his ankles and tipping her body so his cock pointed down. The new sensation rocked him, and he almost lost it. But he took deep breaths and concentrated on holding back.

The tight glove of her pussy rode torturously slick up and down, gliding him nearly out of her hot slit, then all the way back in.

"Oh, God,” she cried, her own orgasm taking her as his cock tickled her G-spot. “Chase, come with me..."

He had to obey, his balls crowded close to his body, preparing to come. His cock swelled and pulsed, and his grip on the bonds tightened.

She reached competent fingers and grasped his balls, tugging, hurtling his orgasm into another dimension. His hips bucked as he poured his cum into the condom, desperation at not being able to touch her made the experience dark, slow, and rolling, his mind taking him to heaven, then forcing him to shut off completely.

After a minute, she slid off him and dealt with the condom. She slithered up his body and untied his hands then took the scarf from his eyes. He turned his muddled head toward her and searched out her mouth for a kiss. “Incredible. You're amazing."

She cuddled closer and pulled the blankets over them. “That was
my
fantasy come true."

He chuckled. “Why the blindfold?"

He felt her shrug. “Anonymity, I guess?"

"You were someone else?"

"Maybe. I'm big into privacy lately."

"Hmm. Why lately?"

"Oh, jeez. Long story, ex-boyfriend."

"Just so it's nothing I did.” Other than get her picture on the front page of a tabloid with him leaning in, about to kiss her. But he'd find a more appropriate time to show her that piece of shit.

She laughed. “No. You're safe."

"Thank God."

He reached over and shut off the light, wrapped his arms around her, and smiled like a fool. This was where he wanted to be. This was his future.