Dirty Chase: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Brooklyn Brotherhood Book 2) (13 page)

I
take her sweet
, flushed face in my hands and kiss her. Those full lips part for me, instantly. Her mouth is hot, sweet, innocent and dirty all at once.

She's in my fucking bedroom
.

I never take women home with me. Not that I consider this apartment my home. Where is home? Did I ever have a home? We were always on the move, my dad and me. And ever since I fled him—and the way he loved to make a point with his fists or his belt—it feels like I haven't stopped running since.

"I don't take women here," I say, pulling back from our kiss. I don't know why the fuck I just said that, and it makes me mad—mad at myself—that I did. I frown and shake my head.

"Chase." Elle grabs my face, her small hands soft on my cheeks. She strokes my beard for half a second, then looks me in the eyes. "Stop talking."

I bark out a laugh. This woman. This goddess. She knows the exact right thing to say.

"Your wish is my command, Princess."

I put my hands on her waist, and she shrieks as I lift her up and throw her—yeah, I fucking toss her—directly onto my big-ass bed. Elle lands on her back, laughing and bouncing on the expensive fucking mattress Gray insisted on ordering for me. I'd thought it was a waste, until now.

Elle's gorgeous tits bounce gently, even as her curvy ass comes to a stop. She lies back on the bed—my bed—a vision in pink: pink T-shirt, pink lips, pink cheeks. I can't wait to strip those jeans off of her and see what other shades of pink I find.

And now I can. I fucking can.

There's nothing stopping me, is there? I didn't want to hurt her. I tried to push her away. She got fucking hurt anyway. Now it was up to me to protect her.

Protect my girl.

Make my girl feel good.

I climb up onto the bed, like an animal, up and up until I'm holding myself directly over her body. She's so tiny compared to me, but I love that she's curvy all over. She looks up at me, those pale blue eyes so big and pretty. And then she licks her bottom lip.

And bites it.

I growl. Her eyes widen as I slowly lower myself onto her soft curves. Fuck, she feels good. Soft and hot, and it's all like a promise of what's between her legs, what's to come. A hot, hidden piece of heaven.

"You wet for me, Princess?" I reach a hand down between us and unbutton her jeans.

She doesn't answer, so I stop what I'm doing. Pull back. Balance on my left arm, my right hand frozen on the fly of her jeans.

"Stop talking, Chase." She tries that line again.

I grin and shake my head. "I'm not
talking
right now, babes." I lower myself back onto her, my cock pressing into the heated crevice between her legs, her gorgeous tits pressed against my beating heart. "I'm
dirty talking
. And you'll answer me, or I won't let you come."

"Haha, very funny." Elle frowns. "Wait. You aren't
serious
, are you?"

"Are you wet for me, sweetheart?"

Elle bites her lip before answering. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

"Cheeky," I growl. I pull back, grab her hips, then flip her onto all fours. She gasps in surprise. Then I swat her ass, hard, and she yelps.

"What the hell, Chase!"

"One more chance before I tease you till midnight without letting you come." I rub my hands over her gorgeous ass. She wiggles it a little, then looks back over her shoulder. She's pissed and excited and turned on.

"Yes, you bastard. I'm wet. Why'd you make me say it?"

I lean over her, crowding her with my body. I push her hair off the left side of her neck, kiss her and suckle her until she shivers beneath me.

"It's embarrassing," she moans. Her eyes are closed. I can see her perfect profile, her parted lips. All I can think about is my cock sliding between those lush, open lips…or the other ones hidden beneath her jeans.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. A woman getting wet for her man's cock? There's nothing
better
, darlin."

I flip her over again, loving how her eyes get wide and her breath hitches when I surprise her, when I move her body around. That's how she's going to look when I slide inside her.

"You're gonna have to get over being embarrassed with me, Elle." I grin, and she blushes. Goddamn. She takes my breath away, and I haven't even gotten her naked yet. "And if you get embarrassed about
saying
you're wet, well, darlin', I got news for you: you're about to get a lot wetter."

"Cocky much?" Elle says. She's leaning back on her elbows, watching me. I grin and pull my shirt up and over my head.

"Jesus," Elle exhales. "I guess you have a right to be." She glances up at me, then back at my body. I have to admit, most women like to run their hands down my abs, run their mouths about my tattoos. I don't usually give them too much time to examine me,

For a moment, though, I worry that Elle won't like what she sees. Fuck the muscles and the fact that I run five days a week. Fuck the tats—though they are pretty fucking sweet and, though I'd never admit it, hurt like a burning bitch to get.

What will happen when she sees the scars on my back? The ones my Dad gave me when I was five? And seven? And ten…

Fuck it. I'm not turning around right now. And I'll definitely give her something else to focus on.

A nice nine inches to really take her mind off things.

I shrug my dark thoughts off. Elle was checking out my body, but I've waited too long: her eyes are back on my face, and she looks concerned.

"What's the matter, Chase?"

"Nothing, babes. Just wanna slip into something more comfortable."

I hop off the bed and unbutton my jeans. Her eyes can't help but travel down as I drop my jeans and boxers to the floor.

"Holy. Shit." Elle gasps.

I can't help but smile. Yeah, my cock's as big as it's ever been, ready, greedy, hard as iron.

Elle's eyes are big. Maybe a little too big.

"Let's get you more comfortable, too."

I pull her jeans down off her long legs. She's got cute little pink panties. I take approximately .032 seconds to appreciate 'em before I rip those off, too. Elle blushes and tries to cross her legs. I grab her ankles and spread her open.

"Relax, babes," I say, grabbing a foot and massaging it for a minute. She's got cute fucking toes, her toenails painted—what else?—a light pink. I caress her left foot and kiss each little pink toe. Then I slowly lick the arch of her foot. She moans, soft and low.

"I'll take care of you," I promise.

Fuck. I
mean
it, too.

I don't want to think about that shit. I don't want to think about how glad I am Elle is here. About how I'm not letting her leave—I'm not fucking letting her out of my sight. Not until I know she's safe.

I just want to think about…all this beauty in front of me.

I kiss my way up her smooth calf to the inside of one knee, then the other. Each time I rub my beard against her soft skin, she shivers, and her legs try to lock tight around me. I have a vision of me, my tongue inside her pussy, her legs locked rigid around my ears as she comes over and over again. Fuck yeah.

But for now, I gently spread her open again. I kiss and bite the inside of her thighs, over and over again until she's quivering in my hands. She's so fucking soft, everywhere. I pause and glance up, right before I reach her sweet folds.

Elle is up on her elbows, her blond hair pooling on my pillow behind her. Watching me.

"I thought you said you wanted to slip into something more comfortable," Elle says. Her voice is breathy, sexy. She's having trouble catching her breath.

Good. Because so am I.

I give her a naughty grin. "Princess,
I'm
about to
."

I nestle in between her legs and just appreciate the view. Her pussy's perfect; tight golden curls trimmed close to her tan skin. I spread her open and inhale. Jesus fuck, what does this girl bathe in? Or eat? She smells like heaven.

I lean in and taste her. One long, slow lick up her slit. She's sweet and salty and perfect, and I know, like a bolt of lightning to my heart, that one taste will never be enough.

Elle trembles under my touch. I find her tight little clit and tease it with my tongue until it plumps up for me. I hear her gasp and moan my name. Once of
that
will never be enough, either.

One fuck won't be enough.

One night won't be enough.

I inhale deeply, then start to lick her in earnest, slipping my finger into her tight, wet channel that grips me as soon as I curl my finger. I'm having trouble not humping the bed like a damn teenager. I could come, hard, just from the sound of her heavy breathing.

Jesus fucking Christ. Once will never be enough, not with Elle.

Fuck my job. Fuck the rest of the world. Fuck common sense and the fact that we've only known each other a week.

Most especially: fuck Elle, over and over and over again.

I inhale again, breathing in her scent, tasting her, hearing my girl moan and shift beneath my touch.

I don't care that it's insane. I feel like an animal about to claim its mate. And judging by her soft cries, and the way her hips are lifting and begging me to work her harder—I think she's right here with me.

I don’t care what anyone says. I'm never letting this girl go.

I
t's too much
.

He's too much.

His touch, his tongue, the burn of his short beard on my thighs: it's all too much.

…And I'm pretty sure his dick is literally going to be too much for me to handle. It looks so fucking huge I don't think it will fit inside me.

But all my worries and thoughts and concerns disappear as he dives back down, between my legs.

Hell, I forget my own name.

"Chase," I moan, lifting my hips, trying to get him to… "Fuck! What are you
doing
?!" I lift myself back up and try to kick him.

Which is impossible, because he's holding my thighs open like I'm his own personal all-you-can-eat buffet.

Chase doesn't even look up, just moves his middle finger, which is buried inside me, and I cry out and fall back down on the pillow.

He twists and twirls all over my g-spot, and my cheeks burn, because,
God
, the
sound
of it. I'm so wet my scent is filling the room, and you can
hear
it as Chase moves his fingers inside of me.

And yet—just when I get
almost there, there, right there
—Chase fucking stops touching me.

"Chase!" I yell in frustration as he pulls out and begins licking my clit. Oh. So. Slowly.

It feels good. It feels divine.

It feels like I will never actually
come
.

"What are you
doing
?"! I groan, swatting at his head.

This time he looks up, laughs, and says, "Teasing you."

"Well, stop it!"

Surprisingly, Chase withdraws and crawls up and over my trembling body. God, it hits me again how big his is. Massive. His shoulders, his arms. I run my hands over his bulging muscles, trace the tattoos and the three black stars tattooed over his heart.

"Darlin', I'd love to go down on you, make you come over and over again until you can't move that gorgeous body from my bed. But for our first fuck"—he settles his body on mine, his warm weight wonderful—"you're gonna come on my cock."

I don't doubt it. His rock-hard dick feels
massive
. And he certainly seems like he knows how to use it.

"Hasn't anyone ever taken the time to properly tease you?" Chase whispers in my ear. He smells like me. His beard, which he rubs against my cheek, smells like me.

"No," I admit stiffly. I don’t let men do that. My few boyfriends and my one-night-stand were quick. Easy. Satisfactory, for the most part. And I remained in complete control.

The opposite of how I feel right now.

Chase runs his finger down my burning cheek. "Don't be shy, baby."

"Do you want to…wash your face?"

"Fuck, no." Chase looks
mad
at the thought. "If I could, I'd never shower again. I'm going to work later on, and I'll smell you all over me and smile. On second thought, I'll have to shower. Thinking of how you taste will totally distract me."

"Wouldn't want that," I whisper as he comes up to kiss me. He rests his lips just on mine, both of us breathing hard, covered in a light sheen of sweat. "Do you…use a gun?"

He grinds against me. "A real big gun."

"Hmm." I don't have time for a sassy retort, because then he kisses me. Shit. He tastes like me. Salty. Soft. I open my mouth, and he kisses me more fiercely, our tongues tangling, my scent everywhere, his hands in my hair, on my breast, his cock grinding against me.

"You like that?" Chase pulls back, pulls my t-shirt up and over my head. He exhales, hard, when he sees my breasts. "I like these," he growls. Suddenly his hands snake under me, and my bra is gone.

"Bra-ninja," I just have time to whisper, before he leans down and takes my right nipple into his hot mouth. Holy shit. He sucks hard, holding my nipple between his teeth and teasing the sensitive, trapped bud with his tongue. I feel a rope of pleasure, like a fuse, connecting his lips, straight down my body to my clit.

And with every suck I get hotter and hotter.

Then he bites me. I cry out. It hurts, it burns.

It feels amazing.

"Do it again," I moan.

Chase just laughs. "You don't have to worry about that."

And then suddenly he's looking in my eyes, his blue gaze brilliant in the twilight of the room. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He's moving it, coating it in my cream, teasing my clit by sliding the massive head over and over and around it.

"I'm clean, Elle," he whispers. "I always use protection. And I'm gonna grab a condom in one second." He leans back onto his knees, his perfect body on display.

He runs his hand up and down his cock, unashamed. He watches me while he touches himself, then leans over to the bedside table and snags a condom out of the drawer.

"But someday—someday soon—I'm gonna take you bare."

He rolls the condom on his dick, and it barely covers half of it. Jesus.

Then he lowers himself back onto me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, barely able to pay attention to his words. His cock is utterly distracting, and it's not even
in
yet me.

"Someday I'm gonna fuck you with nothing between us," he whispers in my ear. "I'm gonna come inside you, over and over, until traces of me drip down your leg. I'm gonna take you to dinner then, wearing nothing but a dress—so just you and I know that you're dripping my come right in the middle of a fucking fancy restaurant."

He's started teasing my clit with his thumb, making my hips jerk. God, my orgasm is so close,
this close
, I can feel it like I can feel my heart beating in my chest.

And then he starts to press inside me.

We stare at each other—like this means something. But it doesn't. It's just a one-night stand. I need to remind myself of that. I need to remember to be rational, to be realistic—

But I can't. I can't think at all because he pushing inside me. Chase grits his teeth and presses forward.

And presses, and presses…

Oh my God.

He's not going to fit.

"Princess," Chase growls. "Eyes on me."

I look up at him, and realize I'm holding my breath. Chase stops trying to push inside me. Instead, he leans down and kisses me. So sweet, so soft. And then he goes lower, suckles my breasts, teasing the tip and turning my nipple into a tight, almost painful bud.

And then he bites the hell out of it.

I cry out and he surges inside of me.

"Oh my God," I gasp. He's
huge
. And then I realize he's
barely
inside me. But that thick, plum-shaped head presses onward, filling me, stretching me. And Chase's massive body is pressing down on me, kissing me, filling my head and my heart with his scent, his kisses, his nasty words.

"How long has it been, Princess?" Chase growls. "You're so…tight." He pushes another inch inside of me, and this time when he moves it's different. There's a rush of pleasure with the tension.

I exhale, clinging to his shoulders. Like I'll fall off the bed, off the face of the world, if I don't hold on to this man.

"Awhile," I moan as he pulls out, then pushes back in again—just a couple inches.

"I'm going to erase the memory of every other man who's ever
tried
to fuck you."

I moan. He has no idea how much I'd like that.

Chase shifts his hips, and I realize the brilliant bastard isn't trying to push all the way inside me—not yet. He's moving back and forth, just inside me—just at my g-spot. At the place he fingered and teased mercilessly.

And it feels so fucking good.

I shift my hips, begging for more with my body.

"You won't remember them. I'm going to fuck their memories away."

"Yes," I murmur, almost mindlessly.

I shake my head, thrashing on the pillow. I can barely concentrate on his filthy, totally fucking hot words. He's hitting my g-spot with every thrust and twist of those powerful hips. His cock is like a magic wand and I'm completely under its spell.

He surges in further, cursing. "Goddamn, Princess, you feel like heaven." Then he seems to come back to himself, lowers his voice, grabs my hair and forces me to look up into his burning eyes.

"Say my name, Elle."

"Chase." It's easy, as easy to moan his name as it is to breathe.

"Who's making you come, Elle?"

I laugh, my eyes almost rolling back in my head with this particular twist of his hips.

"No one, yet."

And then Chase's serious face breaks and he roars with laughter.

"I'll make you eat your words, beautiful." He puts his hands between us, rubbing my clit hard and fast. "And maybe some other things, later."

Then he surges inside of me, all the way in—and holy fucking shit—it's so much, so big, so massive, and
so, so good
.

I can't ever remember—I didn't think it was
possible
—that a cock could feel this good. It's like magic, like every nerve ending inside me is lit up like the Fourth of July. And it's fucking huge. Chase pulls back then barrels inside me, all the way to the hilt, and he's in so deep I'm teetering on the brink of pleasure and pain.

"More," I gasp.

Chase growls—
growls
—and fingers me harder. My hips would be working overtime to match his pace, if I could move. But I can't. I'm pinned to the bed, by his hand, his body, and his big fucking dick.

Over and over he fills me, and every time it's like fireworks going off in my mind, between my legs. And then the final explosion.

"Chase," I cry out. I'm covered in sweat, I'm so hot, I'm burning up from the inside out. My orgasm starts at my clit, where his hand is still demanding more and more pleasure from me. But then he moves faster, harder, slamming into my body, shaking the entire bed—rocking my entire
world
.

"Fuck, I can feel you—I can feel you coming." Chase grunts, moving his hands so one is on either side of my head, and he begins pounding into me, harder and faster. It's a blur of pleasure, of pain.

And I just
keep coming
.

I've never had an orgasm like this. It's like he lit a fuse and the feeling blooms again and again with every thrust. I reach up and touch his heart, the stars over his chest, we're both slick with sweat and need and the sound of our bodies catapulting towards each other, toward the stars.

"Chase, Chase, Chase." I'm chanting, I'm crying, I'm coming
again
.

It won't stop; the pleasure won't stop as long as his massive cock's moving inside me.

"Fuck, Princess, you're milking me dry," Chase groans, and then buries himself to the hilt. I cry out, throwing my arms around him as he comes, deeper inside of me than I would've thought possible.

And we both pulse and pulse, aftershocks of pleasure radiating throughout our bodies.

"Princess," Chase says, his voice low and husky as he kisses the sweat from my shoulder.

"Chase," I moan, kissing his neck.

"Chase," I cry, hiding my eyes against his slick skin.

Breathing him in. Breathing us in.

"Chase," I say, right before he kisses my lips.

Chase, Chase, Chase
is all I can think, as my lost, overwhelmed heart pounds and pounds and pounds in my breathless, boneless body.