Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

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. “After you.” I motion her ahead of me. Her eyes flare. Her mouth opens and closes. Someone almost bumps into her from behind. Other bodies stream past us. She murmurs a barely audible thank you and scurries past me. I lose her in the crowd, disappointed because she has a face I want to keep looking at.

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.

“Right. Okay. Well, we should probably get the couch ready so you can get your beauty sleep.” Also, I’ve managed to string together a few coherent sentences and I’m probably reaching my limit.

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

“Can I kiss you now?” “On my face lips?” He grins. “Seems like the most reasonable place to start.” “Okay, then.”

“Can I touch your tatas?” “Only if you never call them tatas again.” “Never again.”

He lies on his back and adjusts the pillow, then beckons me closer. “Bring that precious over here.” “You don’t have to keep calling it that.” “Yeah, I do. It’s part of the scene. Bring it hither.” “Please never say hither again.” “For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking misery, and sit on my face.” Well, when he puts it that way… “Sir, yes, sir.”

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

“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.”

He greets Brody and Chase, then leans forward to give me a two-finger wave. “You must be Cammie.” Chase’s head whips around in his direction. “Dude.” Brody stifles a snicker. “What? This is the girl you were talking about at the gym earlier, right? The edgy one you can fit in your pocket?”

I lick my lips and glance down at his crotch. “Don’t do that; he’ll know you’re looking and embarrass me,” he whispers.

“They don’t exactly exude warmth.” “They really don’t. He also mentioned that not everyone is a high-level extrovert like myself, and that sometimes it’s important to check in on my quiet friends to make sure they’re not swimming in a mental lake of terror when they’re put in situations that are outside of their comfort zone,” Chase adds. “That’s an astute observation.”

“Lovett, Lovelock, if you do that on the other side of the door, no one has to witness it,” Colby shouts from not very far away. I free my lips from Chase’s and pull my hood up. Chase’s lips press into a line and he gives Colby the death stare. “I’m helping you out here, man. Your buddy Gage just snapped a picture. You’re welcome. If you need condoms, you can visit the health center.” He saunters past us, wearing a satisfied grin. Chase thumbs over his shoulder. “I’m going to go beat up Gage.” “Good luck.” “Thanks.” He kisses my cheek and grabs his bag, rushing down the hall as he shouts, “Steele, I’m coming for you!”

I 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.

“I want to hang out with you, but I’m in a pretty heightened state.” He thumbs over his shoulder. “So I’m going to go back to my room and hopefully Brody is out so I can deal with my situation.” “I could leave my room for a few minutes if you’re concerned.” Chase’s jaw flexes. “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.” I pick up my glasses cleaning cloth and hold it out to him. “You can take this with you.” He plucks it from my fingers without making contact, fists it, and gives me an imploring look as he brings it to his nose and sniffs. “I’m never giving this back.” “I have like twenty.” “Cool. Knock on my door tomorrow at six?” “I can do that.” “Awesome.”

“I am proud of her. I told her that.” “Good. Keep telling her. And still get her flowers.” “Real ones, though. From an actual store.” Gage points his fork at me. “Not the ones from the garden behind res,” Mac adds. “I only did that once.” They arch a brow at me in tandem. “Okay. Twice. Got it. Flowers. Praise.”

“It’s kind of terrifying.” “Of course it is. But it can be so amazing, too. Sometimes we have to choose to live life scared, or we’re not really living it at all.”

She tugs on her collar, crosses and uncrosses her legs, grips the edge of my desk between page scrolls. “Okay, so now I kind of get the allure.” “Of LotR fic?” I ask. “Of MFM. This is superhot. I mean, I don’t know if I’d want to share the actual person I’m deeply in love with, but the fantasy is hot.” “I picture Chase and a second Chase now when I write those scenes,” I offer. Her eyes light up. “Like sweet Chase and dirty Chase?” “Basically, yeah.” “I can see how that would be inspiring.”

The printer finally stops. I’m pretty sure I’m getting a contact high from the ink.

Brody, Tally, and I step in to take the rest of the papers from her desk. “Seriously, so many trees died for literally no reason,” I mutter.

“We can have whatever kind of sex you want.” She runs her fingers through my hair again. My thoughts must be written all over my face because she tacks on, “Except anal.” “I feel like that requires a lot of time, patience, and prep work.” “I feel like that is also accurate,” she agrees. “We’ll put a pin in that. We have time to try that later. Much later.”