Chapter Five
The next morning Kate woke with a start, startled at being in an unfamiliar bed. But then she remembered the evening before, and a blush stole to her cheeks, hot and probably very red. She was no longer a virgin.
Hell, Chase probably thought her a very wicked non-virgin, seeing she’d allowed him to do things that weren’t listed in the normal sex manual. But she’d liked it. Liked the way he’d talked to her during lovemaking, urging her on, showing her how to please him, making her feel beautiful and wanted. Maybe she liked this too much, because now her slightly sore pussy was responding with a tremor of need at just the thought.
She rolled, clenching her thighs, wondering where Chase could be. She blushed again at the soreness between her legs. It had seemed so normal, natural, and alluring the night before, and so right when she’d fallen asleep in his arms. Now she wanted a shower but was a little embarrassed to see him again after her wanton display. Maybe once she cleaned up, her pussy would stop throbbing again. And she wouldn’t feel quite so naughty.
She found towels he’d left for her on the side of the tub and slipped inside the shower. Her fingers strolled to her pussy and fingered there, feeling the damage. She was a little sore, but not too bad, probably from being stretched.
She washed the dampness away only to find it replaced with more. Her clit throbbed a little and she was surprised to find herself ready again, wanting more of what he had to offer last night. Should she wait for him, or should she play in the shower herself, to take the edge off, in case he didn’t want to have sex again?
“You’re awake.”
She jumped and peeked out. Chase was in the doorway, his hair damp, freshly shaven. He was in shorts and a T-shirt, his lean body perfect. Need flooded her again as she thought of what he’d done to her last night, how his tongue had caressed her clit, that perfect face buried between her thighs. She yanked the shower curtain shut, hoping he didn’t notice the hitch in her breathing.
“What have you been up to?” Kate asked as she grabbed his shampoo and lathered her hair. “What does the Lord of the Spies do on a Saturday morning?”
“Lord of the Spies? Jake will love that,” he said with a laugh. “I ran my prerequisite five miles, peeked in on you, had a shower, then coffee, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so here I am, to wish you happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday yourself,” she said, peeking back out at him, feeling quite shy. “It’s eight. What time did you get up?”
“Oh-six-hundred. I don’t sleep much. But I feel great this morning. Very relaxed.”
“You should.” She finished with her hair and peeked out at him again.
He was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, incredibly sexy, not the least bit scary. Or boss-like. He was just a very handsome man chatting with her as she showered. One who had used those firm lips to do very naughty things…those long fingers…and she’d grabbed his hair as he…
She slammed her eyes shut but the visions of his lovemaking continued until she couldn’t stand the throbbing in her pussy any longer. Fuck it. He’d think her a whore, but so what. It was a weekend, and he’d been ordered to screw her. She was getting the whole birthday experience.
“Want to join me?” Then she bit her lip, unsure if she was too forward.
“Hell, yes.” He shucked his clothes and was naked in a second, his cock bouncing to attention.
He joined her, sliding under the water, his hands pulling her hips to his.
“Thank God, you’re horny, too,” she said against his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest, loving the way his wet skin slid against hers, his chest hair offering the perfect amount of friction against her tender nipples.
“Men are always horny. It’s easy to seduce us.” He kissed her, his hand sliding downward, stroking her breast, her stomach, and then dipping between her pussy lips. “You’re soaked, and not from the shower.”
“I was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”
“Not Jake?” He thrust a finger inside, then two, catching her G-spot with the pads of his fingers. She arched against his hand.
“Never Jake.” She ran her hand down his firm chest, pausing over a small scar. The rippling abs were dinged with a few more old scars, and she kissed each one. Finally, she eased her fingers around his cock. Yep, just as big as he had felt in his jeans the night before, but thankfully, her pussy seemed to be thrilled with every inch of him. The skin was silky soft, the head thick, the slit oozing hot dampness against her palm. “You’re wet, for me.”
“Yep.” He nuzzled her ear.
She cupped his balls, loving the feel of his sac in her hand. Then she ran her fingers back up and gripped him firmly at the base. “What do you like?”
His hand covered hers, and he showed her just how to stroke him. The feel of him in her hand, the head nudging her belly as she pumped her palm up and down his silky flesh was sinful. Powerful. She could make him arch if she squeezed him just right, and he groaned when she let go of his cock.
“Don’t stop.”
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“No?” He looked afraid, and she decided to test the waters. “We’ll see.”
She looked back, sat on the little bench at the end of the shower, and reached for his hips. She tugged, and he stepped forward. She ran a hand along his inner thigh, remembering how she enjoyed it when he had done the same to her. She traced a scar at his knee—probably surgery—and another long one along his thigh. “What happened here?”
“I fell off a fucking roof in Afghanistan. That’s my honorable discharge—a plate and screws in my femur when I broke it. I needed knee surgery anyway, so they sent me home.”
“Does it hurt still?”
“Not as much as my cock hurts right now,” he said, his breathing ragged. He shifted and water sprayed her in the face.
“Ack,” she shrieked, and covered her face. He stepped back and blocked the warm flow. “Just don’t drown me under the spray.”
“I’ll try not to.”
She uncovered her face and put her hands back on his hips. Chase placed his hands against the wall and leaned in, his biceps flexing, his abs tight, almost too tight. She ran a hand over his stomach, and he flinched. “You okay?”
“You’re killing me, but it’s a sweet death,” he said through his teeth.
“But I haven’t even…” She looked at his straining cock and then back up at him. She wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he’d given her orally, but maybe men didn’t handle that well. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Don’t do this to me, not after you offered. If I’m going to die a sweet death, let me experience what your mouth has to offer first.”
“But—”
“Suck me, love.”
She shuddered, loving it when he used that voice, the same one that had allowed her to come the night before. She would kill to hear that voice.
Kate leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, sliding into the small slit. He didn’t taste like very much, just clean, a hint of soap. She took just the head into her mouth, running her tongue around the ridge.
He tensed, as if it were possible to go more rigid than steel. Concerned, she let his cock pop free. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Jesus, Kate, please, use your mouth for something other than finding out if I’m okay.” She’d never heard him sound so raw, so ragged before.
“If I don’t have enough experience—”
“Love, if you only knew how close I was to coming, just from that one taste, you’d run from the shower. Believe it or not, your lack of experience makes this even better.”
“But—”
“I do have it under control. I won’t come. Someday, you’ll understand sweet torture, I promise you. I’ll show you all you want. But I’m begging here. Suck me.”
His plea made her brave. Bold. She opened her mouth and drew his cock in then pulled away, sucking the length. She repeated the motion, sucking harder, letting her bottom teeth scrape the length of his shaft. This time she tasted a bead of wetness on her tongue, salty, musky, and all male.
He moaned, and she looked up. His hands were fisted as he leaned his forearms on the shower wall, his eyes closed, and his lips moved, reciting something.
“What are you saying?” She pumped him with her hand.
“Stats.”
“Why?”
He groaned and pounded his fist once on the tile. “Do you want me to come in your mouth or not?”
“No?” She didn’t know if she wanted that, or not, but he didn’t make it sound like a pleasant experience. “No.”
“Then, please. I need to concentrate.” He leaned his forehead against his arm and panted like he’d run five more miles. He was so tense, every muscle engaged as the warm water sluiced down his back. He couldn’t be having a good time. Could he?
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No! Suck me.”
She returned to his cock, feeling very naughty as she finally believed how close she had him. All on her own. Oh, she had control all right. The idea of holding this much control over him made her pussy spasm, her nerve endings hum.
She took him in, sliding him as deeply as she could until she could feel the head touch the back of her throat. She cupped his balls and squeezed, then sucked as she pushed his hips away, her lips firm, her tongue sliding on the underside of his cock, enjoying the feel if his skin, the ripple of veins.
“I can’t take anymore. You have to stop,” he finally said, his hands holding her face, easing her away from his cock.
“I want you to come.” She licked him without taking him into her mouth, running her tongue along the outside, down the bottom of his shaft. She kissed the base, then his testicles, the hair there soft.
He fisted a hand in her hair and gently pulled. “I want to come inside you.”
“My mouth counts as inside.” She rose slowly, her tongue running a trail over his rock hard abs.
“Kate, just stand up so I can pound you, okay?”
She stood. “Not sexy, Chase. So not sexy.”
He leaned her against the wall and kissed her like she imagined an eager teen would—hot, wet, sloppy. She kissed him back, just as eager. He’d only talked of making love before. Now he wanted to pound into her. It was primal. Animalistic. She loved the idea that her control freak lover was now so close to losing it all, just for her.
“I know, it’s how Jake would talk. I can’t help it.” He kissed her neck, his hand between her legs, stroking her clit, fingers dipping into her pussy. So exciting, all if it. She liked the rough language as much as she liked the rougher sex.
“Your ego has a Jake complex.” He turned her around and she sputtered under the spray. “I don’t know if Jake would drown me, though!”
“Hands on the wall,” he commanded in her ear. She did as she was told, and he rewarded her by plucking at her nipples, his cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. He bobbed against her puckered hole, and she stiffened slightly. “Don’t worry, that’s not in play yet.”
He slid further down and found her pussy. He used his hand to stroke her, his cock rubbing back and forth, gathering her cream.
“Is that an area that can come into play?” She sighed and bent over a little more, spreading her legs so he could thrust just so into her pussy. And then she remembered, and she felt her face grow hot. “Don’t you need a condom?”
“Yes.” He groaned and left the shower, then returned a moment later. “Where were we? Ah, yes.” He seemed a little more composed when he returned—less on the edge, more in control. He positioned himself again behind her, the condom cool and damp, and seated himself fully inside her tight channel, his hand on her hip. “How does this feel?”
“Incredible.” Her inner muscles were a little sore as they stretched, but the sting was delicious, sinful. She rocked her hips, liking this angle. It felt like her pussy was an endless channel, and he could thrust as deeply as he wanted without coming to the end. His balls slapped at her pussy lips, and she shuddered, her core muscles clenching, tummy tightening. “You must think me such a whore, to want you so badly, and in different ways.”
“Never.” He thrust hard into her, his hand coming around to finger her clit. “Jesus, you’re tight.”
He thrust again, slower, more leisurely, pumping at a rhythm that made her pussy hum with need. “I’m close,” he said against her back, his lips nipping her spine.
“Then come.”
“Are you close?”
She checked in. Her orgasm was growing but not quite where she could join him, she didn’t think. Not that she knew or had that much experience. “I don’t think so.”
“Then we need to change it up.” He slipped from her and she cried out with frustration. “Shh, and stay put.”
The shower curtain opened and he left. A cabinet opened, and the cabinet closed, then he returned. “This should make things interesting. Let me know if you don’t like it. We don’t have to do this again if you don’t, but I’d like to try.”
She wanted to please him, so she closed her eyes as he caressed her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks. Then he nudged something wet and cold against her puckered hole. Something slid in, just a bit, then a bit more. There was a burn of pain and she stiffened, clamping her thighs together.
“Relax. It won’t hurt if you relax. The cold is lubricant. I used it on the condom as well.” His other hand slid around to her clit. He strummed her bud, his fingers dipping down to thrust into her pussy, then back up to her clit.
“Relax. Take a deep breath, and blow out. I’m going to insert this as you exhale.”
She inhaled, exhaled and relaxed, allowing him access. Whatever it was slid the last little bit, stretching her, filling her in the most delicious way.
“Is that okay?” he whispered, his lips on her back again, sending shivers down her spine.
“Yes. What is it?”
“A small plug, made for this sort of play. When I thrust into your pussy, you’ll feel full. It is usually very exciting.” He adjusted his cock and slid home into her pussy, seating himself deep. “Jesus, this makes you even tighter.”
“Is that good? Do you want me tight?”
“Oh, yeah. The tighter, the better.” He thrust inside and he was right. She felt sinfully full. He grabbed her hips and pumped at a hard, insistent pace. “Slide your hand to your clit—rub it. I have to hold your hips to keep from popping out at this pace.”
She did as she was told and her pussy responded with a quiver, rewarding her effort. He thrust again, harder this time, and she rocked against him, loving how her orgasm grew quickly. She wished she had another hand to grab her nipple and pinch, but she had to hold herself upright with something.
Suddenly she was close, so close. He must have felt her inner muscles quaking because he sucked in a breath and commanded, “Come, Kate. Come for me.”
She felt as if he had heaved her over a wall. Up and over she went, pleasure rising to meet her decent. She cried out, her pussy spasming, her hand rubbing fiercely, strumming her clit, milking every last contraction of her inner walls.
He stiffened, his hands like a vise on her hips, his breath halting on her back, and then he exhaled sharply, pumping hard, filling the condom.
Their heavy breathing echoed on the shower walls. Chase reached above her and leaned his palm against the wall with one hand and cradled her to his chest with the other arm wrapped around her waist.
“Chase,” she breathed, her insides like jelly.
“Yes?”
“I really do think you’re trying to kill me.”
He chuckled and straightened, withdrawing his spent cock from her pussy. He gently eased the plug from her ass and let it drop to the shower floor.
“Then we’ll have to get you in better shape. You’re in training for seduction, love. My suggestion is we do this more.” He turned her around so her chest pressed against his.
“Train me, then,” she murmured as he dipped to claim her mouth, his lips still hot, echoing the passion they’d just shared. She still couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was hers. All hers. He sighed and leaned his head on her chest, his cheek warm on the upper part of her breast.
His smile warmed her blood. “Happy birthday.”
She took his chin her hand, tilted his head up, and kissed him softly. “Happy birthday.”
****
Later they had breakfast and then went for a walk to his back yard shooting range with the intent to practice a bit. Chase’s dick would have rather he made love to her again, and again, but he figured parts of her needed to have a break or she’d be too sore. He had a high sex drive, but Kate seemed to push his limits further. He’d never wanted anyone this much, this often.
The only good thing out of owning this freaking mansion was his shooting range. Though he’d never be able to buy enough land in this area to shoot as far as his capabilities, it was a large enough distance to be challenging for him and safe for neighbors at the same time, as long as he was careful about what guns he chose. His ex-wife had hated it, and he’d taken revenge on her by adding more and more until the backyard was a marksman’s paradise. Jake had ordered zombie target mannequins for one section. They also had moving and stationary targets, and a clay pigeon shooter.
He sent Kate ahead to set up fresh paper targets because she said she needed to stretch her legs. She occasionally glanced back at him and he grinned and waved her on, letting her blow off steam. How she had the energy, he had no idea, but she was beautiful to watch in motion.
His phone dinged—a text coming in—and he slid it from his pocket to look. Jake.
You must have got laid, since you didn’t take me up on my offer for a fun night out.
Oh yeah, had he ever gotten laid. It was more than that, though. He watched Kate jog along, her ponytail bouncing in time to her steps, her ass flexing in a tantalizing sway. Jake didn’t know that Chase loved her. No way was he admitting that.
Would never have called either way, no more clubbing for me.
So how is vanilla, virginal sex? Everything you dreamed of?
None of your business, Chase replied. How the hell Jake knew, he had no idea. He doubted Kate would have told him. But Jake knew him better than he knew himself and had probably put two and two together after talking with Chase later yesterday afternoon.
If only Jake knew how un-vanilla she actually was. Kate was beautiful, sensitive, and so responsive. Chase ached to push her further, to find out if she liked more than a butt plug.
His tastes ran deeper, hotter, darker. Not as dark as he’d once gone, though. His divorce had left him reeling, and he’d boldly experimented in edgeplay as a form of release and a way to try to find a shred of control in his life. Breath play, fire play, knife play…he’d done that and more.
He had no limits at that point, nothing he’d say no to except play involving bodily functions. He wasn’t a golden shower or scat sort of guy. Looking back, having few hard limits had been a bad decision on his part, and if Jake had known how far into the dark side he’d gone…
Jake would have kicked his ass, like a good friend, like a brother would have. That last night at the club, Chase deserved to have his ass kicked and more, because he’d pushed the limits way too far, almost hurting Tia Richards, another agent from a different office, because in the heat of passion she had wanted his hands at her throat. If she hadn’t passed out, he probably would have asked her to do the same for him as he came.
At that point, he had been depressed enough to want release from the sadness in one way or another. Sex or death. He hadn’t cared if he lived or died, and since drugs and alcohol weren’t his thing, he’d fuck himself happy or dead.
Until that night with Tia, which had scared him shitless. Shitless enough to throw up after he’d revived her, so relieved he hadn’t killed her. He never called her again, but he still saw her now and when he did, all he could see was his hands around her slender white throat, squeezing…
He swallowed the lump in his throat. The next day, they had sent him in as Alexander Bishop, and he’d found Kate.
It scared him a little to find out how much kink she’d take because if she found out the truth, she might run screaming. His ex-wife had run at the sight of a butt plug.
He also worried that he’d need to go that dark and kinky again at some time in the future, and he’d die before he hurt Kate. It shouldn’t be an issue, but if one woman had driven him to the extreme, what was keeping him from unleashing the monster inside of him on Kate?
No, he loved her. He’d gone a whole year without sex, just to prove he didn’t need it. It’d been hell and he’d gone through a lot of hand cream, but he’d done it. For Kate.
But eventually, if he wanted her for more than a weekend, he’d have to go there. He was already easing back into his Dom ways, introducing her to what he liked best. If he was slipping this easily after a day, where would they be in a week? Two? A year? It had been too much for Diane, had been a main reason they divorced. But he couldn’t live a lie any longer.
If she’s game, I’ll play third, Jake texted.
You have a better chance of winning lotto, Chase replied, jealousy clouding his thoughts.
Jake was just as dominant, just as kinky, but would submit if he had to. And in their friendship, they’d found they trusted each other enough to add the other as the third for a bit of ménage fun.
Chase loved the feel of it, enjoyed how a woman responded to the two of them tag teaming her. They were close enough to know how to work together, to finish what the other had started seamlessly. It was the ultimate experience in his book. Would Kate be game?
Fucking her would be better than lotto. But I’m sure you know that already.
Suddenly, Chase didn’t think he could handle sharing Kate.
Happy Birthday, buddy. Enjoy the peace and the sex. Monday is going to suck.
The thought of Monday made Chase’s stomach churn. He had so much on his plate, so many demands, especially with this new mission brewing. He hated that they wanted her so badly for this, because she was new, because this target wouldn’t know, or suspect. He hated how it was fleshing out, and what he’d need to ask from her if it went the way it was progressing. She’d discover her boss was truly an ass, and she’d hate him. He knew it.