Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

I stare shamelessly at Chase’s retreating form, all six-foot-four of dark hair, broad shoulders, and magnificent, highly smackable ass.

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.

“I just mean that I’m a dude and they probably made the same mistake I did, thinking your name meant we both had swords instead of tulips.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You know.” He motions to his crotch. “Sword.” Then he points to me with one hand and his mou...

I can’t believe I’m about to have a mutual masturbation session. With the hot hockey player I’ve been lusting after for the past two months. This better not be a fever dream.

“You want to touch my precious?” Except I meant to say pussy, but it’s too late to take it back.

“Fuck. Yes.”

“Please say that again.”

“Do you want to finger-fuck my precious, Chase?”

“Such a pretty precious.”

“Such a good boy,”

Not that I expect more of what happened last night, but just know my hands are one hundred percent committed to bringing you pleasure whenever you want it.”

“Bring that precious over here.”

“You don’t have to keep calling it that.”

“Yeah, I do. It’s part of the scene. Bri...

“Please never say hith...

“For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking miser...

“Oh, hell no.” Chase grabs my hand and pulls it away from my face. “Those moans are mine and I want to hear every last one of them.”

“Did I do good?”

“So good. Better than good. You win the MVPL award for Most Valuable Pussy Licker.”

He warns me that he’s about to come and I grab hold of his rock-solid ass and try—but mostly fail—to deep-throat him. But I swallow like a champ.

want more than someone to get off with. 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.

“Don’t offer me that. I’ll probably fuck your pillow.” He glances at my bed and swallows thickly. “I’ll definitely fuck your pillow.”

“Awesome.” He backs toward the door and fumbles for the knob. “I can’t wait to eat you for dinner.”

“I hope you’re good and hungry tomorrow night, Chase, because my pussy is on the dessert menu.”

I thought naked Chase was hot, but sweaty with exertion in his hockey gear Chase? My entire body approves.

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.