It Started with a Crush by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sage

“Damn it,” I muttered, tossing the water bottles on the bed before pacing back and forth.

I’d been on the verge of begging Chase to fuck me right there. Images of him sitting in that chair so I could straddle his lap and ride him had flashed through my mind as I kissed him. Then, when he grabbed my ass, those fantasies changed to him bending me over and taking me from behind.

Then, I’d panicked. Guys needed a recovery period, right? Hell, if I knew. I’d never had sex more than one time in a day, so I had no fucking clue how long it took for a man to be ready to go again.

All I knew was my inner walls were clenching with need, and my nipples were hard and pebbled, waiting for his touch. And if I begged him to take me, and he physically couldn’t, it might embarrass him. And I’d die of mortification.

So, I suggested we eat instead. More like demanded it, but whatever. I just needed to get away from him for a moment to compose myself.

“What’s wrong?”

My feet stopped moving, and I looked up to see Chase in the doorway, a plate of steaming pizza in each hand as he stared at me with concern. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head.

“Nothing,” I croaked.

“Sage,” he said, moving toward me slowly. “I can tell something is bothering you. Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” I shouted before I could stop myself. I took a deep breath, and in a calmer voice, said, “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, setting the plates on top of my dresser before coming to stand directly in front of me.

His bare chest begged me to touch it, to run my palms over every hill and valley until I had it memorized. I shoved my hands behind my back and blurted the first thing that came to my mind.

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

My eyes fell closed, and I groaned. It’s not you, it’s me? How fucking lame can you be, Sage?

“Sage. Open your eyes.” When I complied, his gaze snagged mine as if those amber depths could compel me to tell the truth. “You can tell me anything.”

“I’m embarrassed,” I admitted in a small voice.

“You’re embarrassed?” he asked with a laugh. “I just came in like twenty-three seconds, and I only lasted that long because I was trying to focus on flooring installation. Nothing can be more embarrassing than that.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” I said. “That was hot as fuck.”

“It was, and so are you. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I want all of you, Sage Barlow. Even the embarrassing parts. Tell me.”

His palm warmed my cheek as he spoke, and I sucked in a shaky breath. My heart was pounding in time with the pulsing of my clit, which was begging for his touch. It was alot. I’d felt what I thought was sexual attraction before, but nothing compared to this.

Maybe his eyes did hold the power of compulsion, because I opened my mouth and the words poured out without my consent.

“I got so turned on by sucking your cock, I was going to beg you to fuck me right there in the kitchen. But I don’t know how long you have to wait between…you know…before you can go again, and I didn’t want to make you feel bad, and I got embar—”

One hand pressed over my mouth, cutting off my rambling word vomit as his golden eyes flared with heat. I felt the fingers of his other hand on my thigh for a brief second before they slid upward to touch my slit. I gasped at the sensation, my eyes falling closed as one finger pushed inside me.

“Jesus, you are ready. You’re drenched.”

My eyes popped open as he pulled his hand away, an involuntary whimper escaping my lips at the loss of his touch. His hands gripped my shoulders, and his head dipped so he could stare right into my eyes.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me what you want or need, Sage,” he said as one hand slipped down to my wrist and pulled it forward.

He pressed my hand against the front of his shorts, letting me feel the ridge of his cock. It was hard as a rock, and he growled lightly as my fingers rubbed against it. Without stopping to think, I pushed his shorts down, taking the underwear with it. Chase wasted no time ripping his shirt over my head, and his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard before flicking his tongue against it.

His fingers found my clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure while his mouth moved to worship my other breast. My hands roamed over him, exploring his chest and abs before moving down to grip his cock in a fist. I stroked it gently, and he groaned.

He kissed his way up to my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine until I saw stars. I needed him inside me, now.

“Please, Chase,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck. “I have some in my bag, but it’s by the front door.”

“I’m on the pill,” I said, surprising us both.

We froze for a moment, and Chase lifted his head to look at me. “What are you saying?”

I took several deep breaths as I readied myself to retract the statement. Of course, he wanted to use a condom. That’s what responsible adults did. It was what I always did.

But instead of taking it back and telling him to go get his bag, I found myself saying something else, entirely. I told him the truth.

“I want to feel you, Chase. I’m on birth control, and I’ve never had sex without protection. I’m clean.”

Chase was breathing as hard as I was. His chest heaved with the force of it as he stared at me with wide eyes. The silence stretched between us, and I was preparing myself to backpedal when he spoke.

“I’m clean, too. I got tested a year ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“I trust you,” I whispered, feeling the truth of it in my bones.

I did trust him. And I wanted to feel his cock inside me with nothing between us. I wanted to feel all of him.

The Earth tilted on its axis as Chase spun me around to face the bed. Placing a palm in the center of my back, he applied pressure until I bent at the waist and my torso was flat on the mattress. His hand slid between my thighs, pushing outward until I spread my feet apart.

I yelped as his tongue licked a path up my slit, dipping inside before moving back underneath to find my clit. My legs started to shake at the intensity, and he only teased me for a few more seconds before his mouth disappeared, and I felt his chest brush against my back.

He kissed my shoulder as his cock slid through my folds again and again, bringing my need to new heights as the tip brushed against my clit. Moans vibrated out of me, and I lifted my hips slightly.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispered against my skin. “So slick with need. Do you want me to fuck you, Sage?”

“Please, Chase,” I begged. “Fuck me, now.”

His cock pulled away for a brief second before I felt the tip lining up with my entrance. Chase was panting as he slowly pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. I could tell he was holding back, trying to be gentle for my sake, but I was too far gone for that.

Pushing myself up onto my arms, I pushed backwards as hard as I could. A shout burst from Chase as his cock slammed into me, buried to the hilt. I collapsed back onto the mattress, tremors running through my body as my inner walls clenched around him.

He remained still for several seconds. His breath blew across my back as his cock pulsed inside me. He felt so good, a perfect fit. I imagined staying like this forever…until he started to move.

He pulled out and pushed back in, keeping a slow steady rhythm that drove me crazy as my need spiraled upward. His weight lifted off of me, and his fingers dug into my hips as he started to move faster. Harder.

“Yes,” I moaned as he drove into me again and again.

Chase grunted in response, moving even faster. I felt my climax building, and unintelligible words poured from my mouth while my brain urged him to keep going. To push harder. Deeper.

He bent over me again, keeping the same pace as one hand slid around to my belly. His fingers crawled down, searching until they found my clit. Rubbing circles over that sensitive bundle of nerves, Chase chanted words of praise and encouragement as he continued to pound into me.

“Let go, Sage. Let me feel you come on my cock,” he murmured.

A violent orgasm ripped through me, making me scream as my entire body seized up. Bursts of light flashed behind my eyelids as Chase continued to pound into me, chasing his own release. My inner walls squeezed him as the aftershocks rolled through me.

His fingers started to move against my sensitive clit again, and I felt the tension building inside me once more. My eyes flew open in shock. No. No way. I didn’t think I even had the ability to come again. I’d never had multiple orgasms before, so I always figured it just wasn’t in the cards for me. Until he made me come twice with his mouth earlier. And now.

“That’s it, baby. That feels amazing. Milk my cock with your sweet, tight pussy.”

Holy shit. Chase’s dirty talk was escalating, and it was driving me fucking wild. His next thrust sent me right over the edge again. I shouted with the release, and Chase dove deeper than before, freezing as his own climax hit. His groan echoed off the walls as he ground his hips against mine.

I melted into the mattress as he collapsed on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding against my back as his breath tickled my skin. A few seconds later, he pushed himself up and rolled over onto his back beside me. Our eyes met, and he smiled.

“You’re quite the dirty talker, Mr. Perry,” I said, one corner of my mouth lifting as I propped my chin on my elbow.

“Too much?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No. Unexpected, sure, but definitely not too much.”

“Good,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face, “because I plan to keep talking like that if it makes you come as hard as you did just now.”

A laugh barked out of me even as my face erupted into flames at his blunt words. Blunt, accurate words.

I pushed myself up—my feet were still on the floor—and excused myself before hurrying into the bathroom to clean up. Who knew having sex without a condom was so messy? As I washed my hands, I looked up into the mirror.

I stared at my naked skin, flushed red from the workout I just got. I touched my lips, still swollen from Chase’s kisses. I was sore in places I’d never been sore before, but I didn’t mind.

The sex had been reckless and laced with wild abandon…and I’d loved every second of it.

Pulling open the drawer, I pulled out my pack of birth control pills. I knew I hadn’t missed one—I never did—but I wanted to double-check just to be sure. Sure enough, I was right on schedule. I dropped the pack back into the drawer and slid it closed.

Smiling at my reflection one last time, I flicked off the light and headed back into the bedroom. Chase was sitting on the edge of my bed—buck naked—taking a bite of pizza. He looked up at me and grinned, lifting the slice into the air.

“Just refueling. Want a bite?”

I returned his grin as I walked toward him. Chase was still naked and refueling, which meant our night was far from over.

Maybe I should refuel, too. I think I’m going to need all the energy I can get.