Hope among despair «Chase Graves×Reader» 🔞 ✔️

04

I'm full of sticky warmth and still enveloped in Chase's arms when my mind comes back online. He's still inside me, holding me gently, brushing his fingers over my cheekbone and silently studying my face with those deep brown eyes. My breath hitches a little when I meet his gaze; we're so close, so intimate.

I'm wondering what he's still doing in my bed, in me. We've done it, it's over... He should've been already putting his clothes back on and getting the fuck outta here with a lame excuse about having an early morning tomorrow or a cheesy wink and "good sex, see ya around".

I'm suddenly stressed out by his choice to linger. What's happening? Did I not understand the concept of our deed correctly?

"I've been dreaming of doing this for weeks," he sighs contently, his sight still caressing my face.

I take a minute to let it sink. My eyebrows slowly climb up and finally, I let out a chuckle.

"Right," I scoff. "You don't have to lie to me, I know what a one-night-stand is. There's no need for you to stay overnight if you don't want to. I promise, I'll remain professional when we're back at work."

I must be hallucinating, still high on oxytocin, because I see hurt in his beautiful eyes.

"That's all this was to you?"

He grazes my lower lip with his thumb and makes me shiver. He's still pulsating inside me, so close and personal, and it's making it hard to think.

"You're my boss," I utter into a labored exhale. "And I'm no sex-bomb, what on Earth would make you want more than a shag is beyond me, sir."

"Don't call me sir when I'm still inside you," he sighs. "I didn't think you were the type to sleep with guys just for fun. Why did you let this happen if you didn't believe I wanted more than sex?"

I feel a hearty flush climb to my face, but I decide to come clean. No way to take it back now, I might as well be honest about my reasons.

"I wanted you," I shrug, thinking back to all those gazes accidentally locked across a room, all the flutters in the stomach he gave me. "A long time. And I could finally have you without 'undead' consequences. Now they might as well nuke us and I'll die happy," I grin nervously.

A touch of amusement blushes on his face, but his expression remains soft, serious.

"I wish I knew you were so horny for me," he whispers in my ear. "I thought you were in love and I didn't want to disappoint you, so I kept my distance. But there's nothing stopping us anymore... [Name]."

I shiver at the sensual sound of my name on his tongue, but even more at his words preceding it. I blink at him, my brain struggling to compute what he just said. I waver momentarily, thinking maybe this was more then sex for him...

Oh, wake up, silly woman!

"Funny," I manage to croak as my chest contracts with the ache. "Seriously, please, don't lie to me. You can have whoever you point at. You're a walking panty-dropper. I don't know what you found in me that made you interested enough to sleep with me, but don't insult me by implying there's anything more to it."

I try to push him off of me, caught in the emotional drama of my own design, but he chuckles and kisses me, melting my worries away.

"Whoever made you think so little of yourself was a dick," he says animatedly, raking my hair with his fingers. I can feel him swell in me again, ready for round two. "Anyone I could have by simply pointing at them is not worth having, [Name]. At least not more than once," he smirks devilishly.

I want to argue, but he's already effectively distracting me from forming any coherent thought. As soon as he shifts inside me, I gasp, holding onto his shoulders as if that could stop the storm of sensations from overwhelming me. His kiss muffles my cries as he wraps his arms around my torso, holding me close and steady as he thrusts himself in me unhurriedly. And I'm lost again; even if I wanted to refuse another dose of this potent drug, I'm not able to.

I didn't think I had it in me anymore, so tired and spent after the day I've had, but his touch refills my energy and brings me back to life. He rolls us over and puts me on top. My muscles burn, but the new massive waves of pleasure override any discomfort. I grind my hips against his in slow motion, too exhausted to rush anything, and his insanely strong arms help me ride him. He's looking into my eyes, openly, intensely, and I just can't find the lie in them. Whatever this could mean, right now it's making my experience even better, so I just relax and allow myself to enjoy the feeling for however long it lasts.

By the time we finish again, we're exhausted, gasping for air, going completely slack against each other. There's no conversation this time—we fall asleep as soon as the hormonal levels drop low enough. I'm all comfortable on top of him and he doesn't complain.