Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

I continue my cardboard cutout impression as Chase, his hockey buddies, and two girls who haven’t spoken a word to me in the two months we’ve lived on this floor, continue down the hall, laughing and chatting. They’re probably heading to the common room. The Toronto Terror, the local pro hockey team, are playing tonight. I stare shamelessly at Chase’s retreating form, all six-foot-four of dark hair, broad shoulders, and magnificent, highly smackable ass.

I join the line for the kettle. And while I wait, I observe. Chase is wearing faded denim and a Terror T-shirt. His dark hair is damp, like he’s fresh from the shower. I bet he smells incredible. His thickly muscled bicep flexes as he high-fives Brody when 44, Brody’s brother, scores a goal.

My mouth goes dry, and my palms and panties dampen as I take in the hulking form standing in the middle of my room. Chase is six-foot-four inches of hot-as-fuck hockey player. And he’s inside my room. Every single part of me is immediately alert even though he doesn’t even notice me sprawled out on the floor.

Chase appears in the room again. Still shirtless. My entire body goes haywire as his eyes meet mine. Chase Lovett is making intentional eye contact with me. I pinch the inside of my arm just to make sure I’m awake. “I guess it wasn’t a fever dream after all.” “You can talk.” Chase stands half a dozen feet away with his hands propped on his narrow hips, every last one of his rippling, cut abs on display. That sexy V of muscle teases my eyeballs, dragging them lower, to where his jogging pants ride seriously low. But even in my dreams, I never get to the point where I touch what’s underneath. Or see it. I also never get to the point where his hand goes down my pants. Dream Chase’s fingers never glide over a bare nipple, and his dream mouth never makes it past my collarbones. “Uh, yeah,” I croak.

He takes my hand and I swear fireworks explode in my lady business. Chase tries to brace his other arm behind him, but all it does is break the bed more. It does create more space for him to move around in, though. Eventually one side of the mattress falls to the floor, allowing him to stand up and climb out of the destroyed sofa bed.

“You’re sure?” “Yeah. I’m sure.” He’s still shirtless. What if he gets into bed and he’s wearing nothing but those pants? How will I sleep two feet away from him and his bare chest and his glorious muscles and exceptional hotness? “There’s an extra set of clothes in the bathroom,” I blurt. He runs his hand over his chest and glances at my bare legs. “Cool. I’ll just get ready.” He spins around and heads for the bathroom. I watch the muscles in his back and admire his ass. I definitely won’t be getting much sleep.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” I straighten my shirt and run a hand through my hair, trying to be cool about the fact that she just laid me out and I’m kind of a lot turned on by it. “My sister and I had to learn how to fight young because my dad wanted us to be able to defend ourselves. I had a black belt in karate by the time I was fifteen.” “That’s fucking hot,” I blurt.

I leave her standing there and close the bathroom door, locking it behind me. As I relieve myself, I notice that her panties are no longer hanging on the shower rod. But her shirt is folded on the counter. 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. What if she has a boyfriend? The hot feeling creeping up the back of my neck is weird, and I don’t know what to do with it. I shouldn’t be thinking about her panties like some kind of fucking creep. She probably wouldn’t have agreed to stay in this room with me if she had a boyfriend. Or she would have mentioned him. Girls with partners do that so straight dudes know not to shoot their shot for no reason.

To watch Chase get himself off? I conjure that image for a moment. Chase’s big hand curved around what I imagine will be an equally big cock, stroking away. Based on the way everything below the waist starts pinging, I’m definitely down with at least watching if he is.

Chase has one hand planted on the vanity. The other grips his impressive cock. I was so right about the size. It matches the rest of him. His gaze shifts toward the door and when his eyes meet mine, I surprise myself by not issuing an apology, slamming the door shut, and making a hasty retreat under the covers. Instead, I lick my lips and channel my inner seductress, which I was unaware existed at all until this very moment. “Please don’t stop.” Chase’s eyes flare as his cheeks turn pink. But he doesn’t make a move to tuck himself back into his pajama pants, which I take as a green light. He seems confused, but also intrigued.

As I hop up on the cold marble, I notice that my underwear is no longer tucked under my shirt. Interesting. I hike the shirt up, gathering it at my waist and tying a knot so it doesn’t get in the way. 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. Chase seems to stop breathing as I part my thighs and reveal myself. “Oh my fucking God,” he groans. My ego inflates a little more. I turn Chase on. Me. Despite how wet I already am, I slip my index finger between my lips. Chase’s gaze turns molten as I lower my hand between my thighs and gently circle my clit.

“I want to make you come.” He rolls his shoulders back. “If you want me to, that is.” I cock my head, considering my words carefully. I go with the most brazen, blush-inducing phrase I’ve ever uttered to a guy I want to get with. “You want to touch my precious?” Except I meant to say pussy, but it’s too late to take it back. “Fuck. Yes.” His grip on his cock tightens and his eyes fall closed as he exhales in a rush. When they open again, they’re an inferno of lust. “Please say that again.” His reaction spurs me on. I slip my finger lower, circling my entrance. “Do you want to finger-fuck my precious, Chase?” “Absolutely, Cameron.” He nods vigorously. “I one million percent want to finger-fuck your precious.” He moves to stand between my thighs. “Can I kiss you first, though?” “Okay.”

He releases his cock and cups my face between his warm palms. I push away the thought his penis hand is now resting against the side of my neck. His expression is intense as he leans in. He’s tentative at first, lips brushing gently over mine. When I lick his top lip, he groans and tips his head, parting for me. Our tongues meet and tangle. I trail my fingers over the glorious dips and planes of his cut body. I’m making out with a hockey player. A really hot, well-endowed hockey player. This is a check mark on my bucket list. I half expect him to be aggressive, but he’s completely the opposite. He’s soft, gentle, and sweet, our tongues brushing and exploring. As far as first kisses go, this is an award winner.

While we make out, I follow the line bisecting his abs past his navel. My fingertips brush the satin-smooth skin of his erection, causing him to groan and his fingers to tighten in my hair. He breaks the kiss, his breath leaving him on a ragged pant as my fingers curve around his length. I feel like a damn goddess as his gaze drops. “Ah fuck, that feels s...

Both of our gazes drop as I continue to stroke him, thumb sweeping over the head when I reach the crown. His hand settles on my knee and slowly trails up. My breath catches as his fingertips brush my inner thigh. I’m still stroking him as he dips between my legs and skims my clit. He makes anoth...

Normally, reciprocal masturbation is fraught with awkwardness, especially with someone new, but this is just…hot. His mouth drops open, and his tongue peeks out as he eases a single finger inside me. I moan—at the look of desire on his gorgeous face, at the feel of his finger curling against that sensitive place inside me, at the heat of his cock in my hand. H...

I wrap my free hand around the back of his neck and drag his mouth back to mine. This kiss isn’t soft and sweet like the first one. It’s fraught with lust and need. We keep kissing and touching. My hand moving over his cock in time with the pump and curl of his finger inside me. He adds a second, stretching me, filling me. We moan and pant, shift and grip and caress. I bre...

His smile turns devilish. “You gonna come all over my fingers, like a good girl, Cammie?” And that’s it. I’m done for. I moan his name, long and loud as pleasure pulses through me in glorious waves. For a moment I lose my rhythm, too caught up in the sensation washing through me. But as soon as I have control over my limbs again, I tighten my grip and stroke him in earnest. He grips the edge of the vanity, hips jerking as he angles his erection toward the sink and comes all over the marble. I wait for the awkwardness to hit post-orgasm, or for him to get all weird about it, but he drops his forehead to my shoulder and turns until his nose brushes my neck and his lips follow. “That was so much fun.”

Cammie stretches and her hand slides over my chest, fingers brushing my nipple. As she toys with it, her lips pucker, and her brows furrow. Eventually one lid cracks, then the other. Her eyes dart around and lift to my face. Assessing. Processing. When she starts to lift her hand, I cover it with mine. She frowns and uses her other hand to pinch herself. “Ow.” Her tongue drags across her full bottom lip. “Did I have a fever dream last night, or did you put your fingers in my pussy?” “I absolutely did that. And you came on them.” I would do it a thousand times over just to watch her unravel for me. She pokes her cheek with her tongue. “And I gave you a handy?” “Yeah. It was fucking amazing. I would love to do it again. The putting my fingers in your precious and you touching my…me.”

“I’m not hanging out with you because I feel obligated. I’m hanging out with you because I like you. You’re fucking beautiful, you’re cool as shit, you tell it like it is, and you’re a little dirty. Which I’m super down with, by the way. 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.” “Last night was fun.” I’m not telling him I like him too, even though I do. Every cisgendered female in our dorm is lusting after him, just like me. He needs zero in the way of an ego boost.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve mentioned in passing to my real-life university friend Tally that I write fanfic, but she doesn’t know my pen name, or what kind I write. Yet here I am, showing this guy who fingerbanged me, my private, dirty thoughts. I flip open my laptop and scroll to the top of the page.

“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.” “And you’d also like me to blow you, while you tongue-fuck me.” Obviously I need to clarify the parameters. “Only if you want to reciprocate.” He swallows thickly and nods once. “But yes, please.” I’ve never sixty-nined before, so this will be something new for me. “Okay.” “Seriously?” He seems shocked. I shrug, trying to act nonchalant when really I’m freaking out. Chase Lovett wants to put his face between my legs. It’s like two bucket list items at the same time. “Yeah. Why not?”

I disappear into the bathroom and lock the door. I wish I had my phone so I could text Tally about this. Or even my sister? No. Not my sister. Knowing her, she’d fight her way through the apocalypse outside to throw me a fucking party. I grip the countertop and stare at my reflection in the mirror. “You can put Chase Lovett’s huge penis in your mouth while he licks your pussy.” She clenches at her mention. “Channel your inner dirty Arwen, Cammie. You can do this.”

His lips brush over mine, softly, sweetly. One hand slides into my hair, cupping the back of my head, his other winds around my waist, pulling me against him. He’s all hard lines and tight muscles and smooth skin. And the way he kisses me, like I’m something to be savored, makes my knees weak. Eventually he pulls back, takes my hand, and guides me to the end of the bed. He fingers the sleeve that reaches my elbow. “Can I take some of this stuff off?” “Probably a good idea.”

He carefully removes my shirt, brushing my hair over my shoulder after he drops it on the floor. I’m so thankful I didn’t wear a bra last night. His eyes lock on my boobs and he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat. Chase drops to his knees. He’s an exceptionally tall guy, and I’m slightly below average height so his face is almost at boob level. He tips his head back to look at me. “Can I touch your tatas?” “Only if you never call them tatas again.” “Never again.” He inhales deeply and raises his hands but stops just shy of cupping my breasts. He touches his cheek first. “Temperature check. Cold hands are the worst.” “That’s the truth.”

He gently curves his huge palms around them. Then he does that thing that guys always seem compelled to do. He jiggles them a little and follows it up by brushing his thumbs over my nipples. “Fuck, your tits.” “It’s probably more gratifying for you than me.” His eyes shoot to mine. “I didn’t mean that literally, just that they’re amazing.” “Thanks. I’m pretty attached to them.” Why am I making bad jokes when he’s h...

“Sure. Go ahead.” “Thanks.” He kisses the swell first, eyes still on my face. And then he gently brushes his lips back and forth over the tight peak. I run my fingers through his hair, enthralled and completely overwhelmed by how incredible it is to have this giant, hot hockey player on his knees in front of me, being gentle when his job on the ice is the opposite. His eyes flutter shu...

All my needy body parts respond, my stomach tightening, heat flooding my center. Chase devotes the same attention to the other nipple. And then he pushes to his feet, hands sliding around to cup my ass as he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing. I shriek and grip his shoulders as he spins around and lays me on the bed, then shifts to the right, turning us on our sides. “That was exceptionally graceful,” I note. “Thanks.” He kisses me again, hand still on my boob. It moves down my stomach, and he pops the button ...

I get impatient and shove my pants and underwear over my hips, gracelessly kicking them off. Chase’s hand trails down my stomach. He doesn’t immediately go for the hot button and rub it like he’s expecting a genie to appear. Instead, he slides his hand between my thighs and cups me. “I’m so fucking excited to get real personal with your precious.” I laugh and he smiles. “Should we try out the scene you were writing? For research purposes, of course.” His eyes are...

He rolls onto his back and shoves his boxers down his muscular thighs. They’re ridiculous. His erection springs free, bobbing once before it smacks against his stomach. 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 ag...

He bites the back of my thigh, not hard, but enough to stoke the fire working its way through my body. I give his cock a few gentle strokes. I remind myself that I can fit an entire popsicle in my mouth, and this isn’t massively different apart from girth. I start by kissing the tip. Chase wriggles around under me and tries to pull my vagina closer to his face. When he strokes me with his tongue, my bracing arm almost gives out. I give the head of his cock the ice cream cone treatment, but then something presses against my opening and his tongue finds my clit and I moan.

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “You come first.” He’s a rare gem. “If you insist.” “I do.” He sits up in a rush, grabs me by the waist, and flips me onto my back. And then he peppers kisses down my body. His gaze lifts as he settles between my thighs, shoulders nudging them wider. He turns his head and presses his lips to the inside of my thigh. “This is so much better.” He moves to the inside of the other thigh and drops wet kisses all over my sex before he finally licks a path from my entrance to my clit. “So fucking good,” he mumbles against my hot skin. We both groan, and I bite my lip and slap a hand over my mouth. “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.”

He dives back in, alternating soft strokes of tongue with toe-curling suction. I slide my hands into his hair and adjust the pillow so I can watch. I still can’t believe he’s eating me out. Deep, primal growls and groans hum across my clit every time I sigh or moan or whimper, which I do often because oh my God, his mouth is magical. I wish this experience could last forever. I roll my hips as sensation builds and spirals. “I’m so close,” I mutter, just in case his tongue is getting tired and he needs some encouragement to keep going.

He adjusts his position, cheek resting against the inside of my thigh as he slides two fingers inside me and curls. It sends me careening into sensation overload. I moan his name, and my legs shake violently as everything below the waist clenches. Waves...

I can smell myself all over his face and I kind of love it. “I’d love to return the favor, but I don’t know if I can move more than my mouth at the moment.” One eyebrow tips up and his smile is downright devilish. “I could make it easier for you.” “Okay.” He shifts and straddles my chest, his huge body looming over me as he rises and tucks his knees tightly on either side of my ribs. His impressive erection bobs above me. Chase gently but firmly slides his fingers into my hair and cups my head in his palms. “I’d like to fuck your mouth, please,” he grinds out. My vagina clenches all over again at the deliciously dark look on his gorgeous face. “I’d like that, too.” I part my lips and grip the shaft, helping guide his cock inside my mouth. “No hands, Cammie.”

I settle them on his thighs, halfway to another orgasm just from that one command. And as promised, Chase absolutely makes it easier for me. He holds my head and fucks my mouth with slow, long strokes that pick up speed as I adjust to his size. All I have to do is slurp and hum and suck and moan. 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.

Chase’s phone buzzes from somewhere in the room. It happened a bunch of times during our oral session, and throughout the night. I guess that’s what it’s like to be popular. Everyone always wants your attention. He rolls off the bed and searches the floor for his pants. He should never wear clothes. His body is unreal.

A body drops into the seat next to me. I’m hit with a waft of familiar cologne. My nether region drools, my nipples tighten, and a kaleidoscope of butterflies unleashes in my stomach. Chase is sitting beside me. In class. “Hey.” That single word feels like a caress on bare skin. I glance at him, mouth going dry as my heart skips a beat and then takes off at a gallop. “Hey.” His gaze moves over my face, and he swallows thickly before he asks, “Is it cool if I sit here?” “If you want,” I croak.

His nostrils flare and he leans in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper and brushing his lips on the shell of my ear. “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.”

Another large guy sits down who I presume must also be on the school hockey team based on his size and haircut—most of these guys sport a slightly shaggy mop covered with a Tilton University or Terror ball cap. Except for Brody. He usually sports a plain black one. 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 lean into Chase and extend my hand. It means my boob is pressed against his forearm and my cheek brushes his chest. Brody leans back, smirk firmly in place as Mac’s grin widens. He takes my small hand in his giant mitt and gives it a light shake. “I’m Cammie, the pocket-sized edgy girl Chase apparently couldn’t stop talking about. It’s nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you, Cammie.” Mac is ridiculously flirty. Everything about him screams one-night stand. “Don’t use that tone with Cammie,” Chase grumbles. Mac gives him a two-finger salute. “Sir, yes, sir.” He winks at me again and leans back in his seat.

“I have a black belt; I can handle a backpack.” “I know. But I’d like to carry your books for you, all nineteen-fifties-style chivalrous like.” I tip my head. “Is this to make up for the unchivalrous face fuck on the hotel bed?” His eyes flare. “Which I loved, by the way,” I tack on, in case he thinks otherwise. I’m pretty sure all my moaning and humming and generally pleased noises should have tipped him off to that fact already. “Yes. No. Yes. I loved that too, so fucking much. But we shouldn’t talk about it right now or I’ll need to use your backpack or maybe even your body as a shield because it’s making things happen in my pants.” Chase half-groans that statement as his eyes heat. 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.

“You’re an interesting guy, Chase.” “You think so?” The smile that lights up his face makes my heart flutter.

He drops both of our backpacks and nods at someone as they pass. He glances over his shoulder, waiting until they disappear around the corner before his warm palm curves around the side of my neck. I tip my head up as he drops his. He brushes his lips over mine, then pulls the bottom one between his, sucking softly. We make matching needy sounds as our bodies gravitate closer. We angle our heads at the same time. Our tongues meet and brush against each other. I settle a hand on his biceps and give it a happy little squeeze.

Running into former hookups sucks. It’s awkward and uncomfortable and I started to feel used. 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.

“You haven’t had sex yet, right?” I didn’t give Brody details, but he knows things happened. I shake my head. “We just did other stuff.” He nods his approval. “Do more other stuff. And always take care of her first. My brother may not have been the best role model when it came to how he handled relationships until he and Rix became a thing, but that was the rule he stressed. Always take care of her before you get yours. Give before you get. He also says it’s important to listen first and react second.” “It’s solid advice.” “And make sure you take her somewhere the team doesn’t go. You don’t want to run into a former hookup when you’re on a date with Cammie,” Brody advises. “Good call.”

I dip down and brush my lips over hers. Little electric bursts of pleasure zing through my veins. I slide my fingers into her hair and tilt my head, my tongue stroking along the seam of her lips. They part on a soft gasp and she grips my shirt, tipping her head, letting me in. I sink into the kiss, into the feel of her lips on mine, relishing the softness and the sweet aftertaste of strawberry on her tongue.

Finally, they call my name and I grab the armload of snacks and my drink, and Cammie takes hers. She dips her finger into the whipped cream, piled so high she can’t put a lid on it yet, and makes eye contact with me as she sucks it clean. The image of her lips wrapped around my cock, her face cupped in my hands while I fucked her mouth, slams into my brain like a freight train. My hard-on is instantaneous. I barely manage to contain my groan. I give her a look. She arches a brow. “What?” I lean down until my mouth is at her ear. “I know how talented that pretty mouth is.” I straighten and her smile grows devious.

His hot gaze moves to my mouth and the arm around my waist loosens. He cups my cheek in his palm and pulls my mouth to his. It’s awkward with me sitting in his lap, but I swear I feel his erection against my ass. I roll my hips. He groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. I cover the hand on my thigh and move it between my legs. I’m wearing pajama pants, so the sensation is muted, but still.

He tears his mouth from mine. “Wait!” I startle and hop out of his lap, then stumble and almost lose my footing because my legs are like overcooked noodles. “Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. Shit.” He pushes out of the computer chair. His gaze darts back to my laptop. I swear there’s real longing in his eyes. But then…then I notice the very excessive problem in Chase’s pants. I lick my lips. I can’t help it. It’s a reflex. “Oh my God. Please don’t do that.” Chase shoves his hands in his hair and grips it tightly. “Don’t do what?” I have no idea what is happening right now. “Look at me like that. Lick your delightful fucking lips like that,” he groans. “Not all of you seems to mind.”