The Sex Surrogate (30 page)

I
swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

His
hands squeezed mine, pulling them upward, and placing them on his
shoulders. One of his slid around my hips, pressing into my lower
back and pushing my body against his. The other went to my jaw,
tilting my face to his. “There she is,” he said, nodding.
“I missed her.”

Fuck.

His
head tilted and his lips found mine, soft, but deep, full of the
passion I knew we were going to pull into the bedroom. So I sank into
it. My arms wrapped around the back of his neck, my hips pressed into
his, and I let him kiss me like it was the last time.

It
very well might be.

“Okay,”
he said, pulling away, “Bed. Now.”

We
made out way through his office, his hand holding mine like a vice.
He pulled me past the sidebar, leaving our usual ritual behind as he
pulled me to the bed. He turned, sitting down at the edge of the bed,
opening his legs and pulling me in between them. His hands went to my
hips as he looked up at me, his eyes soft.

“Do
you want to know about this session?”

Unable
to stop it, my hand moved to his hair, brushing a strand that had
fallen forward, back. “Sure,” I said, running my hands
down the side of his head until it landed on his shoulder.

“This
all depends on your limits, okay? Just because this is the way it is
planned out,
doesn't mean
it is the way it has to be. If you're not into it, we move on to
something else. Okay?”

My
brows furrowed slightly. “Okay.”

“How
do you feel about anal sex?”

Oh.

Well
then.

Okay.

Somehow
my overactive mind had never even thought to consider that as a
possibility. And I hadn't really ever considered it outside of
therapy either. I could barely tolerate normal sex. There had been no
reason to think about it.

Did
I have some kind of mental block about it? I knew a lot of women who
did. Women who swore they never had and never would try it. I also
knew some women who swore by it. And I knew Jake raved about it.

“Ava?”

“I'm
thinking,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Alright,”
he said, his hands moving down to slide my skirt up slightly. “Then
why don't you come here and think about it?” he suggested.

I
climbed up on the bed, straddling his waist, resting my head on his
shoulder.

“It's
okay if you're not into it.”

“I
don't know if I am into it or not.”

“That's
alright,” he said, his hands sliding up my back and through the
thin material of the mesh, I could feel his body heat. “Do you
think you want to try it?”

Did
I?

Honestly,
I wanted to try anything and everything with him.

I
wanted all that I could get before it was over.

“Yes,”
I found myself saying, kissing his neck.

“Good
girl,” he murmured, kissing the side of my head. “We'll
start with regular sex first though, okay? Get you all warmed up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.
Now get a condom,” he said, slapping my ass playfully.

I
laughed, jumping off of him and going to the nightstand. I came back
to him with one, which he took and laid on the bed next to him.

“Arms
up,” he instructed and my arms went up above my head. He inched
the material off of me, making a game of it, enjoying each inch of
flesh revealed. Finally free, I went to step out of my shoes. “No,”
Chase said, stopping me. “The shoes stay on.”

Ten
points to Shay's 'fuck me' heels.

He
stared.

For
a really long time.

Making
me feel squirmy.

Finally,
nerves starting to surface, I lowered myself down to my knees in
front of him. He watched, apt, as I reached to remove his belt and
pulled his zipper down. Watched as I reached into his pants, dipped
my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and grabbed his
cock, bringing it out. Then watched as I lowered my face down toward
it, as it disappeared into my mouth, and his hand slammed down on the
crown of my head.

“Fuck,
baby. So sweet,” he murmured, sounding out of breath and I had
barely tasted
him. I
sucked him slowly, taking him deep, then working my tongue over his
head, for a long time. “Okay.
Fuck
.
Okay, baby. Stop.”

I
sat back on my heels, my hands on his thighs, smirking up at him.
Because I knew I was the one in power. However briefly. I had him
eating out of the palm of my hand.

“On
the bed,” he said, shaking his head at me.

Yes,
sir.

I
got to my feet, moving next to him, and crawling in, laying on my
back. He stood, watching me, as he removed his clothes. “Legs
straight up,” he said, and up they went. “Cross your
ankles.” Absolutely. “Fuck
fuck
me,” he said,
dropping his shirt. “This view, baby... fucking perfect.”

His
hand reached out beside me, grabbing the condom. Then I felt his
finger slip between my thighs, moving slowly up my cleft until he was
circling my clit. I felt my legs start to shake, moving them down. “I
said legs up, ankles crossed,” he instructed. Then up my legs
went again. His finger moved away and he stepped closer, grabbing my
legs and resting them against one of his shoulders.

Then,
in one thrust, he was buried inside me.

“Oh,
my god,” I cried out, my thighs clenching.

“You
can hold me as tight as you want like this, can't you, baby?”
he asked, turning his head to kiss the inside of one of my ankles.

He
was right. I pulled my thighs even tighter together, feeling each
thick inch like never before.

Then
he was fucking me. Not hard. Just fast. BangBangBangBangBang. His
arms wrapped around my knees, holding me still as my body started
bouncing with each thrust.

I
felt my muscles grab at him, greedy, needy. Feeling closer faster
than ever before. I was going to...

“No!”
I cried out as he pulled out of me.

“Up
on the bed, baby. All fours,” he said, softly, letting my legs
fall.

Oh.

Right.

I
almost forgot.

I
moved slowly, nerves rolling around in my belly as I got into
position for him. He moved in behind me immediately, his knees
pushing my legs wider. I felt something roll against my leg and
looked down to see the lilac vibrator next to me.

Well,
there was that to look forward to.

“It
doesn't always feel good right away,” he told me, his hands
stroking across my ass. “If it hurts, tell me. I don't want to
hurt you,” he said, leaning down and kissing my ass cheek.
“I'll be gentle until you tell me otherwise.”

Yeah,
I was pretty sure I was good with gentle.

“Okay,”
he said, and I felt his cock press against me. His other hand grabbed
the vibrator and flicked it on, but didn't bring it to my clit. “Just
breathe, babe,” he said, and started pressing forward.

There
was pain. Enough for my body to jerk, tense. But there was something
else too. Something just beyond the pain, teasing me. “Ava,
breathe,” he said, his voice husky. I sucked in a breath and
felt the vibrator touch me, my thighs shaking at the feeling. “Is
it too much?” he asked, stilling. “I just have the head
in, if it hurts too much...”

“It's
okay,” I said, focusing on breathing.

His
cock pressed forward, a sharp twinge with each inch that quickly
subsided. I arched my ass up slightly, adjusting away from the pinch.
Then I felt his balls press up against my heat, knowing he was all
the way in. I reached for the vibrator, taking it out of his hands,
and turning it off.

“You
okay?”

“Yeah?”

“Does
it hurt?”

“No.”

“Does
it feel good?” I felt my face blush slightly. Because it did.
And I felt like that made me some kind of freak. “Baby?”

“Yes.”

There
was a rumbling sound in his chest. “I want it to feel good,”
he said, rocking his hips into me, just the barest of movements,
but... I felt it. His hands slid around me, stroking up my belly,
grabbing my breasts. Then he was pulling me backward, until my back
was against his chest. His arms went around me, one low on my hips,
one just above my breasts. Tight.

His
hips dropped downward, sliding out, then moved up, sliding all the
way in. I could feel his chest moving up and down my back with each
thrust and my hips started to move to meet him.

“Tell
me it feels good,” he said in my ear.

Oh,
my god... it felt good.

“It
feels good.”

“No
one has ever been in here before, have they?”

“No.”

“It's
all mine,” he growled.

God,
yes.

It
was all his.

Everything
was all his.

“It's
all yours,” I whispered back.

“Fuck,”
he hissed, kissing my neck. “
Fuck
, I like that.”

It
was too much.

It
was too slow.

And
sweet.

And
intoxicating.

It
felt like we were making love.

But
it wasn't love. Not for him.

Not
really for me either.

And
it was just... too much.

“Chase?”

“Yeah,
baby?” he asked, his hips still rocking gently into me.

“Harder,”
I said, my hands digging into his arms. I wasn't sure I actually
wanted it harder. All I knew was it couldn't keep being so gentle.

And
then his hips started jerking upward, hard, his cock burying deep and
fast. Driving me unexpectedly upward. “Chase?” I heard my
voice ask, unsure.

“You're
gonna come for me, baby, and I don't even need to touch your pussy.
You can
come for me just
like this and I will feel it.”

That
was all I needed to hear as his thrusts got faster, wilder.

And
I let go.

And...
fireworks.

My
body felt like it had sparked. Like there was fizzling on all my
nerve endings as my body pulsated hard.

“Fuck,
baby yeah, just like that,” he said in my ear, his own voice
losing it's cool. “I can feel you coming. Fuck...
Ava
...”

Then
we sparked together.

And
it was magnificent.

It
lit up the whole fucking world.

Chase's
hands stayed around me for a long time, holding me painfully tight,
and I wouldn't have had it any other way. His mouth kissed a trail up
the side of my face, resting at my temple and staying there. I
brought my arms up and wrapped them around the back of his neck,
trying to hold onto him the only way I could.

“So
sweet,” he said, lifting his head and kissing my arm. Then he
released my body, reaching up to pull my arms from around his neck as
he ever so slowly moved away from me then walked toward the bathroom.

I
moved up onto the bed, pulling back the sheets and crawling in,
rolling onto my side, away from where Chase usually rested, pulling
my knees to my chest. I knew I should have been getting up and
getting dressed. Getting out of there. But I couldn't bring myself to
go.

I
heard the water run and then the door open and close. The mattress
bent under his weight and, almost as soon as he got in, he was behind
me, his legs coming up under mine, his arm draping across me and
taking my hand.