Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

For the observers. The introverts. The quiet ones. The bravest.

She pauses, head turning, chin tipping up. Gray eyes lift to meet mine. I feel her gaze like a shot of tequila to my soul. And other parts.

Why, even in my dreams, can’t I be forward and explicit with my direction? I should have asked him to eat me out and pound me into the mattress. But no, all dream me can ask him to do is kiss and touch me.

Weird little Cameron has suddenly turned into weird, fuckhot Cameron. There’s literally nothing to her and she just flipped me over her shoulder. I’m six-four and two hundred pounds. There’s nothing quite as sexy as a tiny woman who can kick ass.

Is she wearing those panties again? Why am I suddenly turned on by the fact that she wears underwear proclaiming her pussy is her precious? I also wonder how many guys, if any, have had access to her precious.

How fucking oblivious am I that I completely overlooked her until last week? How many times have I walked right by her? How many opportunities have I missed to walk with her to class?

In high school, sometimes I’d be invited to things, but often it was in the hopes that I’d bring my sister along. These days I’m mostly the silent observer no one notices,

“You want to eat me out?” Based on the tingles below the waist, my pussy really likes this idea. “I’d fucking love to eat you out.” He nods vigorously. “Like so much.”

“For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking misery, and sit on my face.”

“So good. Better than good. You win the MVPL award for Most Valuable Pussy Licker.” He prowls up my body, dropping kisses as he goes, pausing to say hi to my sensitive nipples on the way. “I’d wear that shirt.”

I head back to the room where the only person I need to fit in with is myself.

I thought I had more time with her. What if this hotel room is all we’ll ever have?

“I like you. I missed you.” I feel him take a deep breath before continuing. “And the idea of someone else touching your precious when I want it to be mine makes me unhappy.”

I want to watch movies and study and hang out with Cammie while she writes a new chapter as much as I want to feel her lips on mine. I want her to be my person, and I want to be hers.

“I hope you’re good and hungry tomorrow night, Chase, because my pussy is on the dessert menu.” I suck his bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth before I release him. He stumbles backward two steps. “For the love of God, Cammie, close the fucking door.”

And it doesn’t matter that I’m standing right beside him. They all seem to look right through me. Like I’m a pane of glass. Like I’m not even there.

“You are special. So special. You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about.”

Sometimes we have to choose to live life scared, or we’re not really living it at all.”

“I know we’ve only been together for a few months, but I have huge feelings for you. I’m in love with you. I love you.”

“My precious is also addicted to your mighty sword.” “He is pretty fucking mighty, isn’t he?” “So mighty. The pride of Gondor some would say.”

“I’m so glad our hearts caught up to the rest of us.”

I’ll be her forever Aragorn and she’ll be my forever Arwen. And we’ll write our own story, one kiss, one smile, one chapter at a time.