The Sex Surrogate (27 page)

“These
are just here in case you want to experiment. There is no pressure.
Some of the items in there are things that some people will never
have any interest in and that's fine. But I like to bring it all out
because it can be easier to point out something instead of telling
someone that you want to try it.”

Right.
He knew that from experience. From his other clients.

I
reached in, grabbing the lilac purple vibrator and tossed it on the
bed.

“Yeah?”
he asked, smiling.

“Sure,
why not?” I said, stepping out of my shoes and quickly reaching
to haul my dress up over my head.

Chase's
breath hissed out of his mouth.

Because
I took the whole 'easy access' thing to a new level and forewent a
bra or panties as well.

“You
were just... walking up my street pantyless in that dress?” he
asked, his eyes hot, a smile still playing with his lips.

“Yes.
Now why are you still dressed?” I asked, proud of how sure my
voice sounded.

Chase's
brows drew together, his head tilting to the side for a moment,
considering me. Trying to figure out why I was so different. But then
he started slipping out of his clothes and I sat down on the edge of
the bed, grabbing the vibrator and working at opening the package.
Anything to keep my focus off of him for a moment.

There
was just
something
about watching a good looking man undress
for you. It did things to your insides.

And
I couldn't let him have that effect of me anymore.

Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw his pants fall to the ground just as
my fingers finally broke through the thick plastic. I put my full
focus on what I was doing, prying the plastic apart and releasing the
uber smooth vibrator. Before I could even close my hand around it,
Chase's hand was grabbing it from me.

Surprised,
I looked up, watching as he twisted the cap off, inserted batteries,
and closed it in seconds. Like a pro.

Which
was exactly what he was.

“Lay
back and spread your legs.”

Oh,
bossy Chase.

Damn
it.

I
took a deep breath, scooting back on the mattress, looking up at the
billowing white canopy material, and letting my legs fall open.

The
vibrator came down on my heat. Already wet. There was no denying my
body's reaction to him. And that was one thing I didn't want to
fight. I flinched away from the cold. And then he flicked it on and
my entire body shuddered, hard.

Holy
shit.

Holy
shit.

Why
did women need men when those things existed?

He
moved it slowly up to my clit, pressing hard against it and holding
there.

My
hands grabbed hard at the bed sheets, my back arching painfully, my
inner thigh muscles shaking slightly at the completely overwhelming
new sensation. The groans came out wild, wretched from some primal
part of me buried deep inside.

Then
before I could even get used to the feeling, an orgasm ripped through
me. Hard. Violent. Unexpected. Making me cry out loudly, my body
wrenching away, curling up on my side and being helpless to do
anything but let it roll through me.

“Jesus
Christ,” Chase hissed, the buzzing sound clicking off. I felt
the bed give under his weight and his hand settled on my naked hip
from behind. “Baby?”

Augh.

No.

The
pet names.

Someone
didn't tell my belly to stop doing the flip-flopping.

“I'm
fine,” I said, before he could say anything else.

“You
sure?” he asked, and I knew he was looking at me like he was
afraid I was ready to bolt.

“Yep.
That was just... intense.”

“Yeah,
I know,” he said, his hand starting to stroke up my spine.
“Just watching you through that...
fuck me
.”

I
rolled back onto my back. “Go ahead.”

“What?”
he asked, his brows drawing together, his hand snaking up my belly.

“Fuck
me,” I suggested, making sure I kept my eyes on him.

The
surprise on his face was worth the wobbly feeling I had in saying it.

“What?”

“I
said go ahead and fuck me.”

“Jesus,”
he said, shaking his head.

I
sat up quickly, moving to the end of the bed.

“Babe...
what's the matter? Where are you going?”

I
turned back, holding out a condom from the nightstand. “Just
getting something,” I said, handing it to him.

He
eyed me again, breaking open the condom. No doubt, still trying to
piece things together.

Good
luck, Chase. It was my life's mission that you never find out.

He
slid the condom on, watching me. I moved to lay back down, but his
arm shot out, his hand grabbing my arm. “No. We did that
already. Time for something new.”

“Okay,”
I shrugged.

“Come
here,” he said, patting his thigh.

Oh,
my.

Okay.

I
moved slowly, unfolding my body then going to straddle his waist.
“Like this?” I asked, letting one hand rest on his
shoulder.

“Yeah,
baby,” he said, his hand sliding between our bodies to grab his
cock, sliding it between my slick folds. I groaned, biting hard into
my lips. “You're going to ride me. Show me how you like being
fucked.”

Oh

my

god.

Alright.

“Okay,”
I agreed and felt his cock slip downward, pressing against the
threshold, and waiting.

“You're
in control,” he said.

Damn
right I was in control.

I
took a slow breath, lowering my hips down, feeling him press inside
me, spreading me. My eyes closed on a groan.

“That's
it, baby, take me in.”

Fuck.

I
pressed lower, taking him in, taking him in as deep as my body would
allow, the new angle making him hit places he hadn't the last time.
My forehead went down on his shoulder, taking a deep breath as he
filled me completely.

“You're
so fucking tight. You feel how your pussy is squeezing me?”

Oh,
I felt it alright.

“Find
what feels good, Ava,” he told me, his hands going to my hips.

Everything.
Everything felt good when he was inside me.

But
I shifted my hips upward, letting him slide halfway out of me, before
pressing back down on a moan.

“That
feel good?” he asked.

“Yeah,”
I whimpered, doing it again.

“Try
this, baby,” he said, taking my hips when I took him to the
hilt again, and moving them toward his body, then away, his cock
pressing up against my g-spot in the process.

“Oh,
my god,” I groaned, grabbing his shoulders.

“Make
yourself come, Ava.”

And
then I did.

A
slow, rolling, pulsating that had my fingers digging in hard enough
to draw blood.

I
collapsed against him, shaking slightly.

His
hands moved up and down my spine and as I came down, I could feel
him... still hard inside me.

I
moved lazily backward, looking at him quizzically.

A
smile toyed with his lips. “Yeah, I'm not done with you yet,”
he said, his voice deep and sexual. And it sent a stab of desire
right where our bodies met, making me clench around him. His smile
spread wider, “You like that idea don't you?”

I
pursed my lips. “Eh, maybe.”

He
chuckled, grabbing my hips and hauling me off of him, throwing me
none-too-gently onto the mattress.

And
fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things in the damn world.

“All
fours,” he said, going up on his knees.

I
rolled over, a thrill of excitement settling in my belly. The bed
shifted and I looked over my shoulder to see him standing at the edge
of the bed, in all his naked glory.

When
I didn't immediately move to do what I was told, his hands reached
out and grabbed my ankles, pulling them hard until my knees teetered
on the edge of the bed. “I said all fours,” he growled.

My
belly fluttered, my sex clenched, and I fucking got up on all fours.

“Good
girl,” he murmured, his hands going to squeeze my ass. Then
they went away to slide down the backs of my thighs. And then his
hand reached out and slapped hard. Hard enough to make me cry out and
jump. “Now spread your legs.”

Oh

my

god.

Bossy
and
dominant Chase? I just... couldn't. It was too much.

I
spread my legs.

I
felt his cock slide between my thighs, moving to the entrance and
holding there. “I am going to fuck you,” he said, his
hand sliding up my back toward my neck, then gliding into my hair.
His fingers closed, grabbing my hair hard and jerking me upward by
it. “Hard,” he added.

Jesus

Christ.

Then
his cock slammed into me, burying deep. “Elbows on the bed,”
he instructed and I moved downward, the position making his hand pull
harder on my hair. My ass angled up toward him and his other hand
settled right above it.

Then
he was fucking me.

Hard.

As
promised.

His
cock withdrew almost completely each time, plowing in so hard my body
jerked as he hit so deep it pinched. In the most intoxicating,
delicious way imaginable. His fingers twisted harder in my hair, his
hand moved to my hip, pulling me backward with each thrust forward.

It
was wild, primal.

And
I felt myself fall away into it.

All
that was left was the feeling of him in me, making me claw at the
sheets, burying my face in them to keep the screams muffled.

“I
want to hear you come,” he scolded, yanking my hair until I
lifted my head.

His
cock slammed forward.

And
I came.

And
the entire fucking neighborhood could hear me.

“Fuck,
fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out as the waves just kept coming as
he kept thrusting. “Chase...”

He
thrust deep, “Fucking perfect,” he ground out as he came
as hard as I did.

I
collapsed forward on the bed. Spent. There was nothing left.

He
walked away to the bathroom and came back, getting into the bed next
to me, staring up at the ceiling. He patted his chest, “Come
here.”

But
I couldn't. Even if I wanted to.

Which
I absolutely, positively did
not
want. Nope. No way.

All
I managed was a strange garbled sound.

He
chuckled, turning his head to look down at me. “A little come
drunk, huh?”

“Shut
up,” I grumbled, my body thick and heavy.

He
laughed, shaking his head, his hand landing on my ass cheek,
squeezing quickly.

“That
was fucking amazing.”

Is
that in your professional opinion, doctor?

I
was getting bitter.

Which
was good.

It
kept things in perspective.

I
made an acknowledging noise, because it
was
amazing, then
tried to will my body to lighten up, to let me be able to move it.