“Oh my God.” I gripped his head to hold him to me.
“You like that, Sara?” His deep voice reverberated against my center, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Yes, oh please…” I was panting as tension grew and grew. I was going to snap or maybe explode.
“Do you need to come?”
I needed him to stop talking and make whatever was happening reach its pinnacle. “Yes. More, Chase… please more.”
He chuckled, and I wondered if what I said was wrong. Cosmo often had articles about letting your man know what you wanted in bed, but maybe Chase preferred someone who was quiet. I bit my lip, just in case.
Then I knew I’d done something wrong when he pulled back and stood. I was getting ready to apologize for whatever I’d done, when he’d undid his pants, shoving them along with his boxers down. His hard length sprung free, and I had to gasp at the size of it. It was long and thick, pink along the length, and a darker plum on the tip. It looked soft to the touch, and I hoped it was when he put it inside me because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to manage it.
His cool gray eyes watched me as I looked at him. “Like what you see, Sara?”
I swallowed hard. I’d touched a man’s dick before, but I’d never seen one. And what I’d felt hadn’t seemed as large as the one Chase was now aiming at my burning core.
He sheathed himself in a condom, then rubbed the tip through my folds and the sensation sent a flash fire through me. I let out a long moan. He brushed his tip over my aching nub, making my hips buck again.
“You’re going to be fucking fantastic,” he groaned. “You’re so tied up. You need me bad, don’t you baby?”
“Yes.” Oh God, just do it, I wanted to say, and at the same time, I was afraid. Would it hurt? Would it feel as good as every sensation running through my body seemed to indicate it would? When we were done, would Chase be as careless with my feelings as everyone else I’d ever let myself be vulnerable with had?
His tip pressed against me, opening me. I sucked in a breath, readying myself.
“Do you like slow or fast, Sara?” His voice was hoarse, the muscles on his jaw were tight, as if he was trying to control his own urges.
How the heck did I know?
Was this like a Band-Aid? Do it fast or would slow give me time to adjust to him?
He pushed in a little further, and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him.
“Mmm… you’re tight. I like that.” He withdrew, and it was only at the loss of sensation that I realized how much I needed him to fill me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him.
He laughed, making me feel silly.
He pushed in again, his eyes watching me as he did. His fingers gripped my hips, and he adjusted his stance.
“Ready baby?”
I nodded.
He withdrew again and then surged his hips forward until they were flush against mine. A sharp stab of pain had me gasping.
“Ah fuck!” He growled as his dark gray eyes flashed with shock and glared down at me. “You’re a virgin?”
1
Chase – Earlier that Week, Monday
Unfuckingbelievable!
As a kid, I’d idolized my father. He’d been like Superman and God all in one. By the time I was twelve, I realized his only love was his business and my admiration of him waned. He sacrificed a good marriage and four sons to pursue his real passion: money and power.
While he’d been a terrible husband and father, he was an outstanding businessman. One that I’d come to respect and admire even if I didn’t care much for him as a father.
My father started with a tiny hotel in the SoHo district of New York City and today, Raven Industries was one of the largest privately owned hospitality conglomerates in the world. We had hotels and resorts, golf and tennis clubs, restaurants, and nightclubs all around the world. Each of us, me, my father and three brothers had our own place on the Forbes top 100 richest people in the United States.
My father was an asshole, but he was a fucking amazing businessman, who passed his knowledge and expertise on to his sons, and then let us go like chickens in a cockfight. The only thing that kept us from destroying each other was that we each had our own domain within the business. I managed the hotels and resorts, while Ash ran the nightclubs, using his tech know-how to produce holographic effects to wow customers. Kade, the baby of the family, and still a baby if you asked me, managed the restaurants. Hunter escaped the family for a time by enlisting in the Marines. There were many times I couldn’t help but wonder if he had the right idea by leaving the fold. That was until he came home and clearly, he wasn’t the same man as when he left. They say war is hell. One look at Hunter and I could see it was a hell that never left a man.