Love in the Afternoon (5 page)

“
Uh, Chase…what are you going to do with that?” Note to self: discover how freaky a man is before you agree to have sex with him.

“
Something I’ve been imagining since I took the first sip tonight.”

It made me shiver knowing that he’d been sitting with me fantasizing about me.

Holding the bottle over me, he tipped it until the cold liquid began to splash on my breasts. My nipples became even tighter. Gasping as the stream of alcohol flowed over my aching tips, I arched from the table.

Bowing over me, Chase sucked one taut tip into his mouth and pulled on it firmly. Grabbing his head, I held him to me. The heat of his mouth felt wonderful on my chilled skin.

When he moved away, the next splash hit my stomach causing me to suck it in.

“
Oh, gracious me,” I moaned as he lapped up the pool from my navel then trailed his tongue along my side.

“
You’re right, sweetheart. I may be getting drunk…off you.” His smile was captivating and wicked.

I giggled.

Moving further down the side of the table, he held the bottle above my sex. “You ready?”

I knew what was going to happen and imagined the sensation of the champagne showering down on my sex. “Yes, I’m ready.”

But, there was no way I could have been prepared for the icy trickle striking my clit. Oh, no. Especially not when he poured it slowly and the rivers glided around the sides of the aching nub and trailed between the folds like the tongue of a lover.

Even more, I wasn’t ready for the orgasm that struck me. I came hard and long as my hips arched up from the table and thrust against the intoxicating waterfall.

Chase pressed his elbow against the inside of one of my thighs and his free hand on the other to keep me open and available. One frosty splash after another continued to lick over the tip of my clit. I screamed as one orgasm tumbled into a second one as my hips bucked causing me to fuck the torrent drenching my sex.

Finally, the last drop poured from the bottle giving me peace.

My chest was heaving, and I struggled to fill my lungs with air.

There was a thump somewhere on the table above my head as he set the bottle down.

“
That was undeniably the most erotic and beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” Standing at the end of the table, he went on to say, “Now I can’t wait to taste your champagne coated pussy.”

I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. My sex felt sensitive and buzzed like a live wire. This night that I thought would be a simple act of sex with a man I desired, I was pretty sure would be my death. My headstone would probably read: She came until the end.

Circling my thighs with those big hands, he slid me along the wet table. I was sure the dampness was a combination of my cream as well as the alcohol.

“
Wait, Chase, don’t you want to come?” Please, I almost said.

“
Soon. I have to have you first.” He dragged my ass to the edge of the table then draped my legs over his shoulders. Before I could delay him again, he buried his face between my thighs and laved my slit.

In my life, I had never had more than one orgasm during a sexual encounter with my previous boyfriends. The two I’d already experienced had surpassed that, but I didn’t think I could have another. Even though Chase’s talented tongue had my core tight and my thighs quivering.

“
You going to come for me, sweetheart?” His words whispered along my sex.

“
I don’t think I can.” I confessed as I wiggled my hips and chased the path of his tongue.

“
Oh, I think you can give me another,” he said confidently.

My stomach was tight with tension. I didn’t want to disappoint him. “No worries, I’m good after those last two.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating over my clit. “I think I know just what you need.”

“
What’s tha—” Then I felt his finger in my sex, pushing and gliding over my walls. I moaned, enjoying the sensation.

A second finger joined the first. He thrust them deep as he caressed the backside of my clit through my walls.

My moans turned into whimpers of pleasure as the need for release built within me again. I couldn’t believe it as the third orgasm pulled my body into a tight cord.

Chase’s mouth covered the engorged seat of my desire and he began circling and flicking the sensitive tip. I squirmed beneath him as all my focus was drawn down to my clit. However, I hovered at the cliff that would drop me into oblivion's erotic arms needing something beyond my reach to push me over the edge. It was at that moment his hand slipped away from my sex and returned. This time one entered my pussy, but the other wet finger worked into my ass.

Shocked and turned on at the same time by the feel of the double penetration stroking my walls I came, violently. The climax that gripped and released my core was powerful as if I hadn’t come at all that night.

Chase sucked and licked my sex relentlessly as his hand fucked both my openings.

When the tremors finished rocking my body and I was a limp mess, limbs draped over the sides of the table, he rose. Kissing up my body, along my stomach and past my breasts, his lips ended at mine. I returned the passion he gave me in the kiss.

Pulling away, he gazed down into my eyes and said, “Are you on birth control?”

The fog of lust cleared from my mind for the moment as I considered the seriousness of what was about to happen. “Yes. Faithfully.”

“
Good.” He brushed the tendrils that had come loose from my up-do away from my face. “I’ve used a condom with every woman since I was fifteen.”

I brushed my thumb over thin firm lips. “Thank you for telling me.”

He turned his head and kissed my palm as he guided his thick hard cock inside of me. I realized I had missed the show of him removing his underwear.

Rising, he stood between my parted thighs and gazed down at our joining. “Fucking lovely.”

Pulling out, he pressed in further.

I glanced down between my thighs and saw what I was feeling, his thick cock stretching my pussy. I moaned, leaning my head back on the table. My last relationship had ended over three years ago. Outside of my slim vibrator I was out of practice for something the width and length of Chase.

It took him four times before he thrust in all the way, stealing my breath. The pleasure/pain threshold caused my back to arch, my hands to grip the edge of the table and my toes to curl.

His gaze met mine as he continued to grind his hips against me. Lifting my hands, I took the liberty of touching his chest. Those carved muscles were hard and warm beneath my fingers. Feeling him move inside of me and the heat of his skin in my hands made me overwhelmed with emotions. There would only be this night between us. That thought caused my heart to ache. Closing my eyes, I inhaled and forced myself to stay in the moment. There would be plenty of time for melancholy reflections later.

Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. “Come here.” I beckoned with a finger.

Pulling out, he pushed my body up the table then climbed on top with me. He entered me again then lay over me.

Slipping my hands into his cool waves, I brought his mouth to mine as I wrapped my legs around his hips and loved him. I gave everything to him, in my kiss, my embrace, in the parting of my thighs and the canting of my hips. Squeezing the walls of my sex around his heavy cock, I milked his pleasure from him.

I gave him everything and demanded the same from him. It was all just physical, I knew it, but I refused to let this night go without imprinting myself on his mind, even if not his heart.

His kiss became fierce as he fisted my hair and thrust hard and erratic into my pussy. I wanted this, his mindless passion.

The table rocked beneath his forceful pounding, but held. Pulling his lips from mine, he buried his face in the cover of my neck and groaned as his body shook over me. I swore I heard him call out my name as he came.

I didn’t know if it was the heat of his orgasm filling me or the thought of him calling out to me that pushed me into a fourth climax. Shivering with pleasure, I exulted in the warmth of his embrace.

Long moments ticked by as Chase placed light kisses along my brow and whispered words so low I couldn’t make them out. Whether it was confirmation of the pleasure we shared or poetic lines about my beauty, I didn’t know.

Gazing down at me, I noticed that the mystifying shadows of passion had abated some from his gray eyes. “I do believe I will never eat from this table without thinking of having you on it.”

I groaned then laughed. “Maybe you should consider getting a new one.”

“
Not on your life.” He pulled out and moved away.

I hissed, feeling thoroughly taken.

Standing now, he pulled me up and off the table. “Sorry, I was a little rough. You bring out the passion in me.”

“
You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?” I said, standing on legs that were wobbly and threatening not to hold me up.

“
No.” He pulled me against him and kissed me loud. “How about I started us a bath and we get in before bed.”

Bed. I knew there was no way I could lay in Chase’s arms all night and keep my heart intact. Even now, I ached knowing that this was the only thing between us. I hadn’t been blind going into it, but neither could I allow it to continue. A cold shower of reality washed down over me. This has to end, now.

Frowning, his intense eyes held mine. “What’s wrong?”

I forced a smile on my face and hoped he didn’t see the falseness of it. “Nothing. Why don’t you go ahead and start that bath.”

For a moment, he just held my gaze, not saying anything. My heart raced with trepidation. If he continued to question me, I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to keep myself from confessing all.

“
Okay.” He nodded then gave me a quick kiss before turning and walking out of the dining room naked and sexy as hell.

I allowed myself this moment to watch that captivating, toned backside strut away until he stepped out of view. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and held a tight leash on my emotions. This was not the time to think of what I would never have with Chase as he went upstairs to the room he had shared with Leeza. No matter what guilt he carried about his past choices, he had dated then proposed to the woman. If he had not caught her in the act of her infidelity, he would have married her in another five months.

I’d been what I never wanted to be, the
rebound
girl. I didn’t regret it, but I couldn’t dwell on it either. Quickly, scooping up my things, I moved to the back door and rushed into the items. I needed to be gone before Chase came downstairs looking for me or I wouldn’t be able to pull myself away.

Bra, panties, jeans, blouse and heels were askew but on. Pulling my keys from my pocket, I stepped out the door that I’d entered only three and a half hours ago—now a different woman. This woman that rushed down the brick stairs and over to the running trail I didn’t recognize. She was passionate and impetuous. An adventurous woman that risked her heart to be loved thoroughly on the dining room table by a virile man, she in no way resembled the Oriana Price that I knew.

However, as I hustled down the lit path toward the park where my car was parked, I understood one thing about this new woman I had become…She loved Chase Henderson.

It was the reason I had thrown caution to the wind for the night. It was the reason I’d given my body willingly and completely to him without restraint. It was the reason tears were rolling freely down my cheeks as I arrived at my car and climbed inside. My breath was uneven and my hands were shaking as I sat there in the darkened park. So many thoughts and memories bombarded my mind as emotions swelled up in my core and squeezed at my heart. I knew that no matter my affections for Chase he didn’t feel the same for me. His heart belonged to another, a selfish woman who didn’t know the treasure she had in her grasp.

Swiping the tears off my face, I pushed the button to start my car and pulled away. I’d go home, shower and crawl into bed. After that, I’d allow myself to cry for this one night, but come morning I’d force myself to let it go.

~YH~

“
Hello. Thank you for calling Mind and Body Corp. This is Oriana Price, how may I assist your company?” I spoke into my hands-free headset as I gave the same greeting as I had done a million times in the last four years since starting my business. I rented office space in a private practice mental health clinic. It worked because once a week I taught a mini version of my four day course to their clients.

“
Hi, this is Roxanne and I’m calling from Freshly Yours.” The woman’s voice was crisp and polite.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Freshly Yours was the name of Chase’s packing and delivery company. It had been three months since the last time I’d seen him. Ten weeks since he’d stopped calling my cell phone. I’d made it a point to keep away from all Henderson game nights and family functions. I still met up with Kalan every Thursday night for dinner and drinks but that was it. Kalan had attempted to get me to hang out with her family, but I made one excuse after another until she finally stopped asking a few weeks ago.