Hope among despair «Chase Graves×Reader» 🔞 ✔️

03

"I actually didn't mean to leave yet," he says quietly, head slightly tilted to the side. I blink at him in shock. "I wanted to spend some more time with you."

I gape at him, trying to get my bearings. After what I just saw in the mirror, I can't believe he would just offer his company so blatantly. Does he not see my face? Is he not repulsed?

"It's up to you, of course," he adds quickly, suddenly not looking so confident anymore. "Say the word and I'm outta here. But I got the impression that you wouldn't mind me around."

His soulful eyes are searching my face, looking for any sign that would confirm that. I let out a small chuckle, not even sure what I'm laughing at. I must've been transparent, my eyes on him whenever he was in my field of view, probably flushed more than once before my blood slowed to almost a stand-still. I was crushing hard, but I never expected him to take me up on the silent offer. I even managed to find an actual boyfriend in the midst of being hot for Chase and made it work for a while. And while Clark was cute, he was nowhere near the sex-on-a-stick now standing in front of me.

"Uhh," I exhale. "I'd... I'd love for you to stay a bit longer." I gulp hard.

Chase finally relaxes again and his lips stretch into a sweet smile. I can't help but mimic him, something in my chest expanding, making me feel like I could fly. I know he only has casual sex in mind, a sorta helping hand we would extend to each other to fight the stress and depression of our lives. He will be the first man to ever get that from me, but looking up into his handsome face, I know I'll be the one making a killing.

So wait for nothing more. I reach for his face and gently pull him down to my lips. I still don't understand how insane a man like him has to be to want me, especially in this state, so I half expect him to fight me, but I'm just being silly. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't interested.

He presses his hot mouth to mine and I nearly drown in his soft, manly scent. I know it well already, working under him for months, but it's still so powerful. I relax my jaw and let him in, anxious to taste him. I panic as I realize I should've brushed my teeth, but he's already devouring me hungrily without complaints.

It's way too soon for moans, but my traitorous body decides to embarrass me. Chase doesn't seem to mind, though. His hands find my waist and pull me flush to his torso. He takes one step forward and presses me to the bathroom door with the length of his ripped body.

It makes my breath so short I'm starting to see stars. I weave my fingers in his thick hair and hold onto it for dear life. When he lifts me up by my thighs and thrusts his pelvis between my legs, electricity jolts through my gut and spasms in my belly. I can feel the wetness spreading from my core and my chest squeezes out a scandalous whimper.

I'm getting so feverish I feel like this must be a dream. A horny, wet fantasy of a lonely summer night. Something I made up to kill time and got caught in it as I fell asleep.

His palm slides up my thigh and under my robe to find that I don't have anything underneath. A bestial growl resonates in his throat and he pushes himself closer against me. My hands fall off his shoulders and run down his chiseled back, copying every little curve.

God, he's beautiful even to the touch. As I turn to climb back, I slip my hands under his shirt. His skin is hot and smooth and I can't hold back desperate moans leaving my mouth.

"Where's your bedroom?" he whispers into my ear breathily.

I show him with a gesture and he wraps my legs around his waist to take me there. He sets me down on the rug and disrobes me in one move, then lightly topples me on top of my covers.

I shiver with anticipation, trying to catch my breath, as I watch him pull his gray shirt over his head and slip out of his pants and boxers. I'm so immersed in admiring his shape that I don't even feel self-conscious about my own.

His gaze doesn't leave my body. He's eating me up with his sight, sliding across my softness in the most sensual way, dark eyes glinting with desire and a spark of mischief. That's the only approval I need—I feel like a fucking goddess under that burning gaze.

I open myself to him, inviting him closer by biting my lower lip. He casts me a wicked smile, palms already caressing my ankles, then up across my calves and knees until he reaches my loins, drawing a moan from me.

He spreads me more and teases me with quick flicks of his tongue, eyes still glued to mine. I hold his gaze, my breath ragged, legs twitching in the air above his shoulders. Suddenly his mouth covers me completely and sucks hard and I not only hear, but feel his groan reverberating through my lower belly, making me gasp in surprise and ecstasy.

"You taste amazing," he whispers, breathing cool air onto my molten pussy for another curious effect. I just utter a dazed grunt and he's already back in action, sending his long fingers into the fray along with his tongue.

My vision's slowly going dark, my skin glistening with sweat, my moans merging into one endless incomprehensible prayer, until the sensation overflows and stretches into a whiny scream. I scratch at the sheets at my sides and above my head so hard I pull the covers on top of myself before I manage to stop writhing and gather my wits.

There's this cheeky smile on his face as he watches me come down from the high and brush my wild hair back from my face, as if he's pleased with how well he's done his job. I can't complain. I'm a complete mess, thoroughly undone, and almost perfectly sated.

He has yet to offer me the main reason I usually prefer men over women, though, and I'm not finished letting him pleasure me. I pull him on top of me and he eagerly dives into my mouth. He showers my face with kisses, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin just under my earlobes, giving me several love-bites I know I'm going to wear proudly.

I pull on his hair, dig my fingers into his back, grind my hips against his, but he's teasing and making me wait for it.

"You're an insatiable one, aren't you?" he cocks an eyebrow at me playfully. "I love that."

"As long as you're offering," I retort with a giggle and bite his lip.

"I've got a lot more for you," he promises in a low voice and bites me back.

He pushes me higher on the bed, so he can climb on in too, and once he's properly nested, my wrists are suddenly immobilized above my head by his strong grip, while his free hand is making circles on my inner thigh. His mouth is on my ear, playing with my earlobe, whispering something dirty that I can't quite make out.

When he pushes into me, I inhale sharply. He's big and the penetration is abrupt. Hissing at the sensation, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him in even deeper, showing I'm not afraid of a little roughness. He acknowledges it with a guttural groan, kneading my ass cheek like there's no tomorrow, sinking his teeth into my neck like an animal, making me whimper and whine and rock my hips to meet him half-way.

His gorgeous strong body moves in sync with mine, muscles warm, skin moist with sweat. He pulls my hair, exposing my neck to him to mark it again, ensuring I won't be able to hide it and it's making me feral. Right now, I feel like I want the whole world to know what we did together. That the powerful, handsome commander Graves wanted me.

My head is swimming, but I manage to remain present despite the overwhelming pleasure. I completely let go of any restraint. I feel so myself. So free. He's eagerly taking in all of me and returns every last bit of it thoroughly made love to. I've never felt this kind of instant connection with anyone before, never relaxed this much, never trusted so limitlessly. I'm willing to give him everything and he deserves it all.

Entrenched inside me like he doesn't plan to leave, he's relentlessly pushing me towards another peak. I'm losing control of my body again, feeling like I'm melting, coming apart at the seams, expanding and contracting like the universe, slowly and mind-bogglingly.

And when I do finish, he keeps me on top of that wave of ecstasy for so long I'm completely out of it. I don't have a clue how I react outwardly, I just know I'm drowning in loud white light coming from the molten lava flooding my belly. I think I scratch a little and scream a lot, but I can't be sure. I'm everywhere and everything is me.