It Started with a Crush by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-One

Sage

Iwandered around my apartment in a daze all morning. Last night was…spectacular. I’d never had a man make me come so hard—and so fast—and Chase had only used his fingers. I replayed the whole scene again and again in my head, each time remembering a new detail.

By the time I ate lunch and settled onto the couch, I was a mess of nerves, rubbing my thighs together to ease the fresh ache blooming there.

Chase Perry gave me the hottest orgasm of my life and expected nothing in return. I knew he must’ve been in pain, if the hard ridge of his cock against my ass had been any indication. I was sure he thought he was being chivalrous, or something, but fuck…I wanted that steely shaft in my hands. In my mouth. Inside me.

I leaned back against the couch with a groan. Sliding my hand up my thigh, I slid my fingers under the hem of my shorts and beneath my underwear to touch myself. I thought of Chase as I rubbed circles over my clit, but no matter how many times I changed direction and pressure, my orgasm remained just out of reach.

I knew what the problem was. I didn’t want my fucking hand. I wanted Chase.

His promise of making me come on his mouth rang in my ears, and I knew nothing else would suffice. Sitting up with a sigh, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and pulled up Chase’s number. Typing out a text message, I held my breath as my finger tapped the send button.

Me: I can’t stop thinking about last night.

I only had to wait seconds for his response.

Chase: Me, neither. Are you okay?

Me: No.

Chase: What can I do to help?

Me: Get over here and fuck me with your tongue.

I rolled my eyes at the brash words I definitely didn’t send. I might’ve been feeling more confident with each interaction Chase and I had, but I was in no way ready to be that honest and forward with him. I moved my thumb toward the icon to delete the message, but the unthinkable happened.

In my haste, my thumb brushed the screen as it passed over the send button, and I watched in horror as the text message appeared on the screen. I sat, frozen, as that tell-tale bubble with three dots appeared on the screen, proving Chase had read the text and was responding. I held my breath, and the bubble disappeared.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I chanted, quickly typing out another message.

Me: Sorry. I didn’t mean to send that.

It was a lame excuse, but what the fuck else was I supposed to say? Shit.

Chase: Didn’t you?

I read those two words again and again, my brain going a little haywire. I had no idea what he wanted me to say. Another text came through while I debated it.

Chase: I can be there in twenty minutes.

My heart exploded, pounding in my chest as my body started to overheat. I leapt to my feet, staring at the text as I paced the room. I could tell him no, that I was just kidding. That I’d just been trying to get a reaction out of him.

But was that what I really wanted?

I stopped pacing and took a deep breath. My thumbs flew over the screen as my body began to tremble. Releasing the breath I’d been holding, I tapped the icon to send the message.

Me: Pack a bag. I’ll be waiting.

I dropped my phone to the couch and rushed into my bedroom. I hadn’t even made the bed this morning, and I quickly rectified it before hurrying into the bathroom to brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror, glad I’d shaved my legs and washed my hair this morning when I got up.

I was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top with no bra. I briefly considered changing into something nicer, then decided against it. I had a feeling Chase would like me like this, all natural with no makeup and nothing but a thin shirt between his hands and my nipples.

I ran back into the living room and grabbed my phone, seeing a text from Chase that said he’d be leaving his place shortly. I pulled up the number for Red River Pizza and ordered a couple of pies. They weren’t far from my apartment and always delivered in record time.

And if Chase gave me the workout I hoped for, we were definitely going to need to refuel.

My inner walls clenched at the thought. Was he really going to fuck me with his tongue? God, I hoped so.

I’d only received oral sex from one of my previous douchebag ex-boyfriends, and he seemed to think a couple of swipes of his tongue over my slit was sufficient. He never took the trouble to find my clit when he went down on me, and he certainly never pushed his tongue inside me. He didn’t seem to enjoy it much at all, so I never complained or asked for more.

That was why, when Chase told me the next time I came, it would be on his mouth had affected me so strongly. I’d read about how amazing it was in romance novels, but I always assumed it was overhyped, given my experience.

But I knew it would be different with Chase. He wanted to put his mouth on me. Even before he said the words, I'd seen the pleasure in his expression when he sucked his fingers clean. He’d practically hummed as he tasted me, and fuck…now I was soaked with need, and he wouldn’t be here for another ten minutes.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and, assuming it was the pizza delivery, I grabbed my wallet and rushed toward the door. Swinging it open, I froze as Chase smiled back at me from beneath the brim of a baseball cap. Dark shades covered his eyes, and he held a small duffel bag in one hand and two pizzas in the other.

“Hi,” he said, and I could feel his gaze burning into me from behind the sunglasses. “I caught the pizza guy as he was walking up.”

Snapping to action, I shoved my wallet under my arm and took the pizzas from him as I invited him in. I hurried into the kitchen and dropped everything onto the counter before turning to watch Chase stalk toward me. His bag, hat, and glasses were gone, and there was a fire banked in his golden eyes I couldn’t miss. He was staring at my chest, and I looked down to see my hardened nipples poking through the material.

I fought the urge to cover them with my hands and shifted my weight from foot to foot. Waving a hand over the pizza boxes, I tried to slow my breathing so I could speak.

“Are you hungry?” I croaked when words would finally come out.

“I’m starved,” he said, his gaze dipping to the juncture between my thighs.

My heart stuttered in my chest, and I leaned back against the counter for support. Chase continued forward, not stopping until I could feel the heat of his body against my skin. One arm snaked around my waist, pulling me up against his chest. His other hand curled around the column of my throat, applying the lightest of pressure as his thumb pushed my chin up until he could look into my eyes.

“I want to hear you say it, Sage. Out loud,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine lightly. “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my mouth.”

Holy shit. This was a whole new side of Chase I’d never seen before, and fuck, I didn’t hate it. A fresh wave of heat coursed through me, soaking my panties. He stared into my eyes as he waited patiently for me to respond.

My breath was coming in short pants as my heart beat a staccato rhythm. I swallowed against the lump in my throat and licked my lips. A small noise choked out of him at the action, making me feel bolder than I ever had.

“I want you to fuck me with your mouth,” I said, my voice stronger than I expected it to be.

I barely got the words out before his hand released my throat and grabbed my ass. He lifted me up and started walking, turning toward the living room. He must’ve seen my bedroom door, because he quickly changed direction and headed that way.

Chase stopped and set me to my feet, and before my next breath, he was on his knees, pulling my shorts and underwear down in one fevered motion. He lifted first one foot, then the other, pulling the clothing free before tossing it aside. With my foot still in his hand, he pressed a kiss to my ankle. His mouth moved upward, trailing light kisses up my calf, to my knee, to my inner thigh. He licked the crease at the top, skipped over where I really wanted his mouth, and kissed his way down the other leg. When he reached my foot, he set it down and stood.

“Get on the bed,” he said, his voice firm with a slight note of urgency.

I climbed up and rolled onto my back. I watched through hooded eyes as Chase moved to the end of the bed and slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head. My mouth filled with saliva as he bared his muscled torso, and my eyes followed his hand as it brushed over his chest and abs.

He lifted one knee and pressed it into the mattress, followed slowly by the other knee. He leaned over and crawled forward, stretching his body over me as his mouth landed on mine. He kissed me hungrily, sucking on my tongue before moving to my neck. His knees straddled my hips as he pushed himself up. Watching me with hooded eyes, he pinched the hem of my tank top and slowly pulled it up, encouraging me to lift my torso so he could pull it over my head.

Once I settled back against the mattress, I watched as he stared at my boobs, that bottom lip sucking between his teeth. His hands covered them, massaging gently before plucking lightly at the nipples. Stretching back out over me, he dipped his head and sucked one pert nipple into his hot mouth.

I groaned with pleasure, writhing beneath him as he sucked and licked for an eternity before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. A moan vibrated in his throat as he licked his tongue against the hard pebble, making my insides clench.

His knee slipped between my legs, pushing one thigh outward before his other knee did the same. Releasing my nipple, he kissed a hot path down my torso. His tongue swirled around my navel before he moved on. He settled himself between my legs, his breath hot and heavy on my slit for a tortuous eternity.

Then lightning struck and electricity burned through my veins as his tongue licked the full length of me. I might’ve screamed—I wasn’t sure—but whatever sound I made seemed to spur him on, because his tongue swirled around my clit over and over, making me shake with need before he sucked the damn thing into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” I shouted, lifting up, but Chase’s hand pushed into my belly, forcing me back down.

His mouth released my clit, licking its way down to my entrance. Without skipping a beat, it pushed inside, and lightning struck me once again. True to his word, he fucked me with that glorious tongue until I was writhing, my hips bucking in time with his movements. His fingers found my clit and rubbed slow circles around it, making me gasp at the intensity of it.

Then his tongue and his finger switched places, the digit plunging into me to rub that perfect spot while his mouth worshipped my clit. My orgasm hit me fast and furiously, and I cried out at the intensity of it.

But Chase didn’t stop. He kept going until he rung a second orgasm out of me, this one even more intense than the first. I felt moisture gush out of me, and Chase groaned as he pulled his finger out and lapped it up.

Holy shit. Am I dead? Is this heaven?

“It sure is,” Chase said before pressing one last kiss to my still-throbbing pussy.

Fuck. I said that out loud, didn’t I?