Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 121

-Sofia-

Chase brushed my tears with his thumb, nudging my nose with his. Love and warmth shone in his blue eyes. I wasn't apt for an ounce of this man's adoration, but I'd be a fool to fight it. He's mine. Mine to love, mine to protect, and mine to keep. I smiled at him, savoring each stroke and caress of his hand on my skin. We sank into a trance, memorizing each other's faces as though we'd been apart for a year instead of a week.

I giggled. His eyes wrinkled at the tips, tipping his forehead against mine.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, Chase."

Our lips molded again in playful bites and nips. We kissed until kissing became insufficient to quench our need. I need to feel him skin-to-skin. The impatient growl that rumbled from his throat told me he felt the same. Energy crackled between us, a surge of lightning bolts that lit up our burning desire for each other.

Our hands started to wander, seeking more skin and shoving clothes out of our way. Chase had already discarded his jacket, making my job easy in tugging at his shirt, our lips parting for a second. He shoved down my jacket, hands coming under my shirt. Pushing my bra up, his palms collided with my bare breast, pinching my nipples.

My body arched, head thrown back as I pushed my chest to him like an offering. With my shirt and bra bunched up above my breast, he pulled back, licked his lips, and stared at my boobs with dark eyes. He pinched my nipples; I hissed. Satisfied with my reaction, he smirked and captured one hardened bud with his mouth, swirling his tongue on the tip until it was hard enough to cut diamonds. The edge of the counter prodded onto my lower back as Chase moved to its pair, bestowing the same attention. He fumbled with the button and zipper of my jeans, shoving it to my knees with my panties. He didn't waste any second and slid a finger between my pussylips, seeking my c**t.

The longing and need that gathered in my chest like a dam was ready to break with a single flick of his fingers.

He came up, claiming my lips as he plunged a finger into me, swallowing my cry. My nails dug crescents into his biceps. I groaned, my insides squeezing his fingers, knees buckling. I whimpered, body quivering as he played my p***y like a guitar. My insides were a tight string, tightening with each plunge and retreat of his fingers. Shockwaves rippled through me when he licked a stripe down my throat back to my n****e. When he bit on my pebbled bud, my o****m ricocheted through me, leaving me breathless and wanton. Chase kept playing my pussy until I was too sensitive for his touch. His fingers slowed, but not enough for the kindle in me to die down.

He retracted his fingers from me, lifted it to my parted lips, and I sucked on it greedily, my release enveloping my senses like a drug. Chase's eyes darkened to the shade of the deepest part of the ocean, watching me lick his fingers clean.

"You dirty girl," he groaned, palming the back of my head, crushing our mouths together. Gone were the tender kisses earlier. This kiss was demanding and stealing my breath and sanity away.

In the blink of an eye, Chase removed every shred of my clothing. It wasn't graceful by any means. It was frantic, and the urgency of his touch made my insides crave to squeeze something bigger and longer than his fingers.

Fuck! I need him to fuck me. I want him to devour every inch of me.

Once he got me naked, he maneuvered us onto the table, spun me around, and pushed me to bend over the rickety piece of wood. The surface was cold against my front, but Chase didn't give me time to ponder on it. My entire body stiffened when he smoothed a hand over my bare ass, landing a smack on each cheek in quick succession. I cried out. The offended flesh stings, but my protest turned to moan when I felt the soft and velvety lap of his tongue on my pussy.

My mind and body worked overtime to keep up with his ministration. I teetered on the edge of my orgasm as Chase nudged my legs apart, claiming better access to my center.

My whimpers and moans filled the small space of the cabin, f*****g glad Derek decided to camp far from the cabin. I was sure the animals and insects around the area were awakened by how loud I was.

Chase squeezed my ass, parting my cheeks, and licked a stripe from my clit up to my back entrance. My body went rigid, but I had nowhere to go. He imprisoned me under his searing touch, exploring my body like a sailor wethering the rough seas. I clawed at the edge of the table; the pressure building up inside me made me delirious. I bite down hard on my lip, trying to hold in my release and prolong the pleasure Chase bestowed upon me.

He stiffened his tongue, plunging it inside my wet heat, his thumb putting pressure on my puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I chanted, feeling him slowly penetrate that forbidden hole while his tongue smoothly moved inside me. "Chase!"

He groaned, flattening his tongue on my pussy and sucking on my clit. He wasted no time in sinking a finger into my p***y. From what I could tell, it was his middle finger. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free.Both fingers in my hole, moving at the same time, had me tilting over the cliff as I fell into a series of spasms. My vision tunneled. Black dots danced around me as I rode the waves of my release. Chase savored every moment of my climax, licking me clean. The rough descent of his zipper opening barely registered in my still delirious mind, not until I felt the smooth head of his cock nudging my entrance.

Warm, rough palms skimmed my spine, long fingers fisting my hair. Just like the way I wanted to be taken, wild and demanding, Chase punched his hips forward; his c**k was a heat-seeking missile and found my g spot in one thrust.

"Fuck!" he grunted, taking on a treacherous pace while my body adjusted to his size. "I fucking missed this pussy, baby. Fucking missed you. Scream for me, Sofia."

"Oh my God, Chase!" he didn't have to command me. I was already panting and whimpering his name, begging him to fuck me like he meant it and make me feel how much he hated being being away from me.

I knew he hated my decision, but he understood. He always does, yet I want him to punish me. I need him to unleash his anger and frustration on me, all the pain I put him through. I needed this more than he did.

Every strike of his hips was becoming more brutal than the last, matched by his guttural, almost bloodthirsty grunts. And when he started to f**k me with short, sharp thrusts, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My body slid forward onto the table, the edge biting down on my thighs with each push of Chase's hips. I will take all he was giving me with no complaint. This felt like his confession of how agonizing it was to be away from me, and I indulged in ruthless demands of his body, soaking in it until I couldn't take it anymore.

I was ready to beg him to make me come when he suddenly pulled out. I whimpered, nearly wept at the loss of his touch. He gripped my hips and spun me around; my legs wobbled at the sudden move. He held my face and kissed me, plunging his tongue inside my mouth.

"I need to see you," he crooned; feral need shaded his blue eyes.

He lifted me onto the table and spread my legs apart. Eyes glazed over, he stared down at my face, his gaze licking down a searing path to my exposed pussy, throbbing at the absence of his cock. I was so entranced by the look on his face that I was unprepared when he dived forward and suctioned my c**t into his mouth.

Body twisting, I reached for his hair, fisting his locks, unsure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. My legs clamped on his ears. I was still too sensitive from my previous o****m, but f**k! his tongue... oh my God! If there was a piece of heaven on earth, I swear he takes me there every time he eats me out like he was fucking ravenous.

"Chase, please.... F**k me! I need to feel you."

He chuckled, stretching to his full height, lips glistening with my arousal. "I can't get enough of you."

"I know, babe," I giggled and panted. "But you already ate me out."

His brows curled, smirking. "You like it when I eat you."

My cheeks combust. "I like it better when you fuck me."

He growled and punched his hips forward, bottoming out. "So demanding, baby," he grunted. "So greedy for my c**k."

My back slid against the surface, the table screeching, dangerously close to breaking with the force of his thrust. I threw my hands up, bracing myself on the wall where the table was wedged as Chase continued to hammer into me, murmuring dirty words enough to fill an encyclopedia.

He stretched me, and filled me; his fingers bruised my hips with his grip. Pure bliss. That's what it was when I saw the moment he snapped. He was on the point of no return, his push and pull becoming sloppy, chest heaving in short huffs. Sweat glistened our skins, our cries were filled with ecstasy as we both charged to the edge of our orgasm. He continued to pound into me, dropping a hand where our bodies joined, drawing circles on my c**t and ripping another o****m out of me. I go off like a rocket, squeezing his c**k. Chase bent forward and claimed my lips as he found his release, his body tensing while he emptied inside me with one final thrust.