Give Me Yesterday (20 page)

Wiggling my finger and eliciting a gasp from Tori, I meet his gaze. “Delicious. Absolutely delicious. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough. In fact,” I continue while pushing her panties to the side and slip my finger inside of her, “I could feast on this delicacy all night long.”

The waiter gapes at me and his eyes flit over to Tori who’s biting back all sorts of moans. “Uh, okay, I, uh….” he trails off.

“Can you check on our entrees? We’re ready to finish up and get back to our hotel room,” I clip out and dismiss him.

And as he scurries away, I finish taking care of my woman, swallowing her moans so the rest of the restaurant doesn’t witness our dirty little show.

“God, you’re messy,” she groans as she tosses more of my shit into my overnight bag in the bathroom. “Do you have to leave your crap everywhere? Some of us have to work in the morning.”

I laugh as she continues to pack up our things in the hotel. Originally we were supposed to check out by noon but once she had her episode, I booked the room for another night while she slept. But, even though the room is reserved, we both have work tomorrow and are going back to the city tonight and away from the memories that seem to hurt her so much.

“Some of us aren’t neat freaks,” I tease as I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest, watching her pack.

Her peach colored skirt she wore to dinner hugs her curvy ass and my dick twitches to be inside of her again. Seeing her now, not as broken or vulnerable as she was earlier, I want more than to simply make love to her. Now, I crave to fuck her.

Stalking over to her I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and stare at her in the mirror. Her wild blond hair has been tamed into submission and twisted into a messy bun. Blue eyes find mine in the mirror and they blaze with a mutual desire.

“I want to fuck you.”

She widens her eyes at me. “W-w-what?”

“You. The skirt. The hair. The Ice Queen bitching at me for leaving my shit everywhere,” I say as I slip my palms over her breasts and squeeze them. “It turns me on and I want to fuck you right here over this countertop.”

I thrust my hard dick against the crack of her ass through her clothes to prove to her how turned on I am by her.

“I don’t fuck,” she snips out and drags her gaze away from me so she can shove my can of shaving cream into my bag.

Slipping my hands down her sides, I grab the hem of her skirt and shove it up her hips, baring her ass to me.

“Nobody said anything about you doing the fucking. I’ll be doing the fucking, baby. You’re just going to spread those sexy legs and watch me as I take you from behind,” I tell her with a smirk.

She gasps when I tug her thong down her hips and push it down her thighs to her knees.

“Chase,” she mutters in a warning tone.

I slip my hand between her legs and push my middle finger into her hot pussy. “Yes, baby?”

“You make me weak.”

Laughing, I begin teasing her by massaging her insides. “Maybe I like being the strong one.”

Our eyes meet in the mirror but eventually she closes hers and grips the countertop.

“I’m not used to giving up control—but with you—you just
take
it,” she moans.

When her eyes reopen, I smirk at her. “I thought we both established that you like it when I manhandle you and do whatever the fuck I want when it comes to you.”

Her blue eyes blaze with the independence that I admire about her. “You can’t do whatever you want,” she hisses through her teeth as I dive deep inside of her, grazing her g-spot with each thrust into her.

I chuckle. “I want to fuck you. Right now with your belly pressed against the edge of the countertop. Are you telling me that’s not going to happen?”

She nods. “Yep,” she says and rotates her ass against my palm, “exactly what I’m saying.”

Using my other hand, I reach into her hair and roughly tug at the rubber band keeping it in place. Her hair falls free around her face. “I kind of think you’ll let me get my way.”

Her eyes flutter but she jerks them open. “Nope. Not going to happen.”

I raise a brow at her. “Is that so?”

When her hooded eyes meet my dark, lust-filled ones, we both know one thing’s for sure:

Tori’s getting fucked tonight.

I
want to fuck you.
Those words. Those dirty, delicious words. No one has ever spoken to me like that. I’m so fucking turned on right now, that I’m losing the will to be stubborn. Chase’s finger thrusts a little harder and a moan escapes my lips, my eyes closing, my head falling back to his shoulder, and my hips involuntarily pushing back. I hear his swift intake of breath and then a deep groan as he grinds against my ass.

The tempest of sensations spiraling through my body are new to me. I didn’t realize passion could be so completely all consuming. Chase’s thumb presses on my clit as two fingers thrust hard into my pussy. The storm inside explodes, and I scream as lightning shoots through every inch of me. Before I can land from the whirlwind I’m caught in, I feel a tug and my panties are ripped the rest of the way off me, and another moan rips through me when I feel Chase’s hard length snuggled up against my ass.

The fullness in my pussy disappears and I open my eyes to see Chase licking his fingers, his eyes connecting with mine in the mirror, dark and a little wild. “Your taste is sugar and spice, baby. I need more.” He whirls me around and lifts me up, landing my bare ass on the cold marble of the counter. My skirt is shoved up and Chase grabs my ankles, pushing my legs wide and back into me. Then he kneels, his face buried between my legs, and inhales deeply. “Your scent makes me hungry.”

The arches of my feet are placed on his shoulders, then he looks up at me.

“Wrap your arms under your thighs, and hold your legs open. I want to see and taste every inch of this pretty little pussy.” Once again, his words ignite a fire low in my belly, and I do what he says without thought. “Good girl, now hold on tight, baby. I want to feel you come on my tongue—I want to taste you.”

I’m sure my eyes are wide as saucers. I’ve never had anyone’s mouth on me there. My experience with sex has been very limited, we were so young.
Oh fuck!
My every thought flies from my mind with the first swipe of his tongue and I cry out, the pleasure so exquisite I’m quickly lost to the sensation. Chase starts a steady rhythm, licking, sucking, and penetrating with his stiffened tongue. My breath is coming out in choppy pants, the muscles of my legs are clenching, and I feel every movement of his mouth acutely.

Two fingers enter me as Chase latches on to my clit and sucks, hard. The movement and suction have my body coiling tight, my pussy sucking his fingers in, and drenching his mouth. I’m milliseconds away from exploding when his fingers leave my pussy, holding open the lips, and are replaced with his tongue. My orgasm tears through me and my walls clench tight as he drags his tongue out and begins to lick up every drop of my arousal. I start to float down from the high, but his tongue is now twisting and licking, building a frenzy again, making me whimper because I can’t take anymore.

Swiftly, he pulls away and stands up, grabbing my hips, lifting me to the ground and spinning me to face the mirror. In no time flat, he has his zipper down, his cock freed, and is making me scream as he drives into my pussy, bottoming out. Then he pulls out almost all of the way and does it again, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. I’ve decided fucking isn’t so bad.

“Eyes on me, Tori,” Chase says, one of his hands slipping around to my throat and gripping gently. He thrusts slowly, minutely, while his other hand leaves my hip to travel to my breast, gripping it, twisting and plucking at the taut nipple. My eyes meet his in the mirror and the hand at my throat glides down, grasping the hem of my shirt and whipping it over my head. He yanks the cups of my bra down and goes back to working my nipples. “You have the most amazing tits, baby. Sexy as hell.”

I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but somehow I manage it, tethering them to the almost black orbs behind me. His passion and lust raging. He squeezes my breasts hard, and his rhythm picks up speed and strength. Releasing my tits, he moves to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he begins to pound into me, grunting with the exertion of every thrust. Every time he goes deep, hitting my cervix, and making me cry out.

“Chase! Yes!”

He starts to move with more power, losing control, and fucking me hard, a dark and determined look on his face. “I want you to come again, Tori. Give me another one.”

I’m so fucking exhausted, but I can’t help the buildup of pressure, the uncontrollable feeling that I’m about to burst. He leans in and bites my earlobe, the sting making me gush around his cock. “That’s good, baby. Soak me. I love feeling how wet I make you. Squeeze my cock hard.” Shivers begin to course through me, his words heightening every sensation, and my hips shove back to meet his every thrust. “I want to bury myself so far inside you that you’ll feel me in that tight pussy for days. Consumed by what it's like to have my cock fucking the hell out of you.” His words set me off and I splinter into a million pieces, screaming his name as I fly toward the sun.

Chase pounds into me two more times. “Yes,” he groans as he stiffens and buries his face into my neck, his warmth invading me, filling me, marking me as his. He pulls a little roughly on my hair, dragging my head back to kiss me thoroughly.

“Now tell me you don’t like being fucked.”

I shift restlessly in my seat once more, suppressing a groan, but the hard wooden chair is unforgiving and I can’t find a comfortable position. I almost cry with relief when the judge calls for a recess until tomorrow. I’m in desperate need of some painkillers, a bath, and a glass of wine. I’m starting to wonder if going ten years without sex has made my virginity grow back.

Chase and I finally checked out of the hotel yesterday and drove back to the city. With every mile we traveled, I felt less caged, less burdened. He pulled up to my apartment and helped me out, then tossed his keys to the valet and grabbed our bags from the trunk.

“You seem awfully sure of yourself, Dr. Monroe,” I’d snipped.

He’d smiled and thrown his arm around me, putting his mouth to my ear. “Yep. And, by the way, you might want to watch the ‘Dr. Monroe’ talk. It turns me the fuck on.”