Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

“Oh God, oh God…”

“Chase. Say my name,” I growled not sure why it was important that she say my name. This time I thrust a finger inside her and sucked her clit. Her hips bucked and more juice coated my hand.

“Chase… Oh God… so good.”

I slowly brought her down. It occurred to me that this marriage might not be so bad after all. We could have an arrangement that included a sexual benefits and perhaps friendship instead of the nearly strangers in the same house that my parents had been.

I moved back up her body, sitting up on my heels as I pushed her creamy thighs open. I pulled her hips to mine ready to finish the deed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was still coming in quick pants. So I waited, resting my aching hard dick on her belly.

“I’m going to fuck you now Sara. No condom.” My dick throbbed at the thought of this. I’d never fucked a woman without a barrier.

Her eyes opened. Her blue gaze latched onto mine. She pulled her knees open wider.

“I’m going to come inside you.” I needed her to be sure that she knew the ramifications of this, even though that’s what this whole deal had been about.

“Give me a baby, Chase.”

In my whole life, I wasn’t sure I’d heard anything that had made my dick nearly come out of its skin. That did.

“I’m going to try to take it slow, but I so fucking need to come.”

She nodded. “Come in me.”

Christ, that was hot too. I took my dick, resting the head at her entrance. I pushed in slowly, working to take my time, but then she arched and squeezed my cock, sending a roar through my brain. I gripped her hips and thrust all the way home.

12

Sara

I felt like I’d sold my soul to the devil, and yet sometimes the devil appeared sweet and caring. Chase seemed genuinely concerned about me and my state of mind, which I appreciated because this whole thing felt like a big mistake.

But now he was touching me again, and all my fears and doubts were gone. All there was was sensation: his lips on my body, sweet torture building, the rush of pleasure. All of it was growing again as he pushed inside me. There was no pain, but a little discomfort as his size filled me. I was glad when he held still, letting my body adjust.

“You alright?” his voice was rough, as if it was difficult for him to hold back.

I lifted my knees up, opening to him. “Yes.”

He withdrew and pressed in again. “Jesus, you’re so tight.”

“It feels good.” The friction of him sent sparks of electricity zapping from my core outward.

He groaned as he pulled out and thrust in again, this time a little harder. “Fuck, I can’t hold back.”

I wished I could hold him, but he remained upright, looking down at me.

I reached down to where his hands gripped my hips and covered them with my own. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you.” I understood that sex didn’t mean there was love, and yet, with him inside me, burning for me, I felt connected to him in a way I’d never felt with anyone.

He let out a growl and then moved in and out of me in steady, hard strokes. “So fucking good, Sara.”

I was pleased that my body brought him pleasure. We wouldn’t have the love that other couples had, but maybe we’d have respect and friendship. Maybe we’d even continued to have sex. Right now, all he cared about was making a baby, but men like Chase had needs, and I was more than willing to fulfill them.

“Touch your clit, Sara,” he said roughly. “Make yourself come. Ah fuck, I need you to come.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that in front of him, yet at the same time I wanted to make him happy.

He was pistoning inside me and each thrust made me gasp as need coiled tighter and tighter. I slid my hand down over my belly and lower and then rubbed myself.

He plunged in and immediately my body exploded with pleasure. I cried out and arched as ecstasy raced through my body.

“Yes!” Chase yelled out as he thrust inside hard and ground himself against me. A warm rush of liquid filled me. He withdrew and plunged in again, and again, until finally, he released my hips, and relaxed back on his heels as he caught his breath.

He looked down at me. “You okay?”

I nodded. He was still inside me and yet, now that his physical need had passed, he felt disconnected from me.

“Are you hungry?”

I shook my head. It wasn’t too late, but I was tired.

He withdrew from me and rose from the bed going into the bathroom. While he was there, I looked between my legs, noting the wetness from his release. We may have just made a baby. The idea of it was heady and again brought into question the wisdom of my actions. Too late now.