Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

He must read my mortification on my face because he raises a hand. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. So fucking badly. But I want to take you on a date first. I like you. I like touching you, and reading your smutty fanfic, and acting out scenes that you might want to write into future chapters, but I also just like you. So before I’m allowed to touch your precious again with any of my body parts, and before you touch my sword of lust again with your soft, pretty hands or your talented, delightful mouth…” He adjusts his hard-on with a deep groan. “Please allow me the honor of taking you out for dinner. And a movie. The Hobbit is playing at the vintage theater tomorrow night. If you’re free.” “I’m free.”

“Awesome.” He backs toward the door and fumbles for the knob. “I can’t wait to eat you for dinner.” I doubt he realizes what he just said. “Me neither.” I slowly walk towards him as he frantically tries to exit my room. He gets the door open and steps into the hall. I grab the front of his shirt. “Cammie,” he groans. I tug, forcing him to bend. Is this what sexy, powerful women feel like? I’m a human weapon, bringing this huge, hot man-boy to his knees. Proverbially speaking. He holds the door open just enough that his head fits through. “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.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur in her ear, adding a second finger, pumping into her soft wetness. “I can’t wait to taste you again.” Cammie tugs on my hand between her thighs. “Give me your fingers.” I reluctantly do as she asks, then almost cream in my fucking pants when she drags my pussy-juice-soaked index finger along her bottom lip, shoves her hand into my hair, twists my head, and offers me her mouth. I suck her bottom lip and slide my fingers back inside her. Cammie arches, ass pressing against my erection. I cup her cheek and explore her mouth with my tongue, while I finger-fuck her to the same rhythm. She moans into my mouth, shuddering her way through an orgasm.

I’m panting by the time I’ve finished the chapter. I grip Cammie by the waist and carry her over to her bed. It’s a twin, and stupidly small compared to the hotel king, but I’m desperate for the taste of her on my tongue. I lay her out on the bed, drag her to the edge by her ankles, sink to my knees, and bury my face in her pussy. She pulls a pillow over her face to muffle her moans. I make her come again and I feel like a fucking god. I stand and she sits up, legs bracketing mine as she fumbles with my belt. “You don’t have to,” I grind out. She arches a brow. “Oh, but Chase, I want to.”

“You’re a fucking miracle, Cammie.” She’s a fucking vision. Cammie’s head balanced in my palm as I fuck her mouth, my fingers buried in her tight, sweet pussy. Her legs start to shake, and she moans her way through an orgasm. I remove my fingers, pull out of her mouth, and quickly reposition myself so I’m straddling her torso. Cammie slides down the bed and props herself on her elbows. I hold her head and slide back inside.

And just like last time, she grabs my ass and pulls me deep. Her wide eyes lock on mine, full of primal satisfaction. The orgasm slams through me and I groan her name, long and loud…probably louder than I should. I carefully pull out and rearrange us on the bed so she’s lying on my chest. “Can I stay in your room tonight?” Cammie kisses the edge of my jaw. “Yeah, you can sleep over.” I’m pretty sure I’m already falling for her.

Chase is deeply focused on his textbook. Occasionally uncapping his highlighter with his teeth and marking an important passage. I’ve learned over the past few weeks that Chase is passionate about hockey, school, and my vagina. He’s smart and nerds out over anything science related. And he’s so hot it should be illegal. He’s also exceptionally good at giving me orgasms and looks unbelievably sexy when he’s focused on making me feel good. Every time I look at him, my pulse races, and my stomach twists in the most incredible way.

His grin turns downright lascivious as he kisses a path over my chest, stopping at my nipples, before he goes lower. His broad shoulders nudge my legs apart and he licks me, groaning as he sucks my clit. I run my hands through his thick hair and grip the strands as I cant my hips. Even though there’s music playing in the background, I shove a pillow over my face when the orgasm hits to muffle my moans. Chase kisses his way back up my body and I wrap myself around him, exploring his mouth, turned on by the taste of myself on his tongue. I push his joggers over his hips to free his erection and the shaft slides over my clit.

I lie on the bed trying to figure out what’s so special about his condoms while staring at his magnificent ass. I’m about to lose my virginity. This is a huge deal. The biggest deal of my freshman year in university. Chase spins around. His massive cock sticks out like a divining rod. He’s holding a green foil packet in his hand. He takes one look at me and crosses back over to the bed. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Good. Great. Awesome.” The pitch of my voice belies the lie. He sits down next to me, expression serious. It would be easier to handle if his giant cock wasn’t straining next to my elbow. “We don’t have to.” I close my legs. “I know. I want to.”

He sets the condom on the nightstand and stretches out beside me. “Let me get you ready.” “Shouldn’t I already be ready?” “You can never have enough foreplay.” He kisses me and trails his fingers down my stomach. He teases me with a gentle touch that lights me up and keeps me on edge, but never tips me over. Eventually he fits himself between my thighs and we make out, grinding against each other until I’m begging him for more.

Chase grabs the condom from the nightstand and I watch as he tears it open and pinches the tip, taking mental notes as he rolls it down his generous length. He stretches out over me and his erection rubs against me. Chase cups my cheek in his warm palm and his hot gaze locks on mine. “Tell me what you want, Cammie.” His thumb brushes along the edge of my jaw. “I want this first with you.”

His eyes fall closed and his forehead rests against mine. For a very long few seconds, I’m terrified that he’s going to back out. But he lifts his head, determination and something else I can’t quite identify crossing his face. “I’ll go slow.” “Okay.” He reaches between us and lines himself up, the blunt tip nudging my ...

“Please don’t stop.” “Okay.” He kisses me. “Okay.” His jaw clenches. He sinks in another inch. That awful burning intensifies. I try not to let it show on my face, but the little whimper that escapes me is pretty fucking damning. “We’re stopping,” Chase states. With authority. With conviction. With uneasy determination. “We’re not.” I lock my legs around his waist and tilt my hips up and push down on his ass. And he sinks. Into me. Filling me in one stroke. Bottoming out. The wild burn rushes through me and steals my breath. It’s a sensation I don’t know what to do with. I succumb. But also. Also…the fullness, and then…then…the pleasurable ache that makes everything tighten. “Shit. Shit. Fuck.” His hands tremble against my cheeks. “Cammie, Cammie, Cammie.” A full body shudder runs through him, followed by a deep primal groan. I do this to him. Being inside me like this makes him feel this way.

His jaw tics and his gaze darkens in the most delicious way. Especially since it contrasts with the gentle way he touches me. Fingers brushing along my cheek. “Tell me you’re okay.” It’s as much a plea as a demand. “I’m okay.” It’s a raspy croak. “Can we just…stay like this for a minute?” “Yeah, of course.” He kisses me, soft and sweet. The burn fades and the fullness remains. I swivel my hips, testing out the way it feels. That strange discomfort flares momentarily and fades, something hot and needy taking its place.

Chase gazes down at me, eyes hooded with desire. “How does it feel?” I swivel my hips again and little jolts of pleasure zip through me. “Good, it feels good.” He rolls his hips and that pleasure sparks. “Oh God, do that again,” I moan. “Like this?” He repeats the action. My ...

This time he pulls out a bit and pushes back in. There’s a moment of discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure. He starts a gentle rhythm, eyes never leaving mine, hand on my face, body close, arms caging me protectively. I don’t expect an orgasm. Not the first time. But he carefully hooks my leg under his arm and it changes the angle. His pelvis rubs against my sensitive clit with every gentle thrust. Sensation expands, flowing through my veins, turning into a storm in my...

I pry my eyes open and it feels like I’m inside him just like he’s inside me. The orgasm is incredible. The most amazing cacophony of sensation and emotions merging. Chase’s brow furrows and his mouth drops open. His hips jerk and he thrusts hard once, twice, a third time. Every muscle locks and his expression is sheer, unbridled euphoria. He collapses, sweaty and panting, then rolls t...

“Hi.” He brushes my hair away from my face. “Hi.” “How you doing?” I grin. “I’m good. How are you?” “Just good? I thought maybe you came?” He looks so hopeful. “I did come. And I’m great. At first it was…different, and then it was so, so good. I’d definitely do it again,” I assure him. His answering smile is radiant. “Okay, good. I’m glad.” “Was it good for you?” My gaz...

We lie there for another minute, just kissing and touching before he carefully eases out. There’s no blood, but I’m definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow. Not in a bad way, though. Chase rolls off the bed and grabs his joggers from the floor. For a moment I’m horrified. Until he grabs my keycard from my desk. “I’m going to get you a warm damp cloth. I’ll be right back.” He disappears into the hall. I lie there trying to decide if I feel different. Maybe a little. Now I know wha...

Chase returns a minute later with a warm damp washcloth. He carefully wipes between my legs and presses a soft kiss to my pussy before he grabs his T-shirt from the floor and pulls it over my head. And then he snuggles me to sleep. It’s freaking incredible. In the morning, he kisses me goodbye before he leaves for practice. On my desk is a cafeteria cup filled with wildflowers, a blueberry muffin, and a coffee. I’m definitely falli...

The past week has been awesome. Cammie and I have had sex three times. She needed a couple of recovery days after the first time, but then we had sex two days in a row. Having sex with someone I care about feels different. It’s addictive. I want more of her wrapped around me, more of her moaning my name, more of the soft look on her face when she’s orgasm happy.

He pulls me into him and folds me in his arms. “Let’s go home and celebrate.” “With sex, right? That’s what you mean?” “Yes, Cammie. That’s exactly what I mean.”

Brody’s face is beet red. “Look, Chase, we’re freshmen. We have a long way to go before we get to the end of this ride. Which means Cammie has a lot of time to get used to being your girlfriend and all the good and the bad that comes with it. Yeah, she’ll have to deal with the Barbies and Annabelles of this world. And they will suck, a lot. There will be puck bunnies, there will definitely be temptation, but if she’s your person and you’re hers, then you will overcome the obstacles. Give her a chance to grow with you.”

Brody’s always been nice to me, and he’s Chase’s best friend. So there’s hope yet. “I think I’m falling for him,” I admit. “I don’t want to get hurt.” Essie’s smile turns empathetic. “Of course you don’t. No one does. But falling in love is part of life. And it’s amazing and scary and all the best things. Maybe Chase is it for you. Maybe you’ve found your one. But the only way to know for sure is to jump in with both feet.” “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.”

“Are you boys having fun being roommates?” Mom asks Brody. “It’s been great,” Brody replies. “Couldn’t ask for a better roommate.” Three nights ago, he wasn’t singing that tune when he came back from the library earlier than expected and I was pounding Cammie into my mattress instead of hers. She was mortified and highly apologetic. He reminded me that we had a door hanger for such purposes and maybe I should use it next time, or just have sex in my girlfriend’s room, since she doesn’t have a roommate. It was a fair point. I did not throw my girlfriend under the bus by telling him it was her fault for seducing me with peeks at her new, pretty lingerie. That I took off with my teeth. I just owned that shit like a good boyfriend does.

“I just...don’t want to always be labeled as a weirdo. It’ll be like high school all over again.” Tally gives me a small, sad smile. “People love you exactly as you are, Cammie. I do, and I’m pretty sure Chase does even if you haven’t said the words yet. I know Essie fits into the cool girl box and that parts of you wish you could be that too. But Essie has her own stuff. We all do. And the grass always seems greener on the other side. I know right now everything feels shitty, but the people who really matter love that you’re your own person. Barbie and Annabelle look like they have it together, but they’re swans. They have a pretty veneer, but under it all they’re struggling too, and they take it out on other people. Show them they don’t have the power to knock you down.”

Our chests meet and all that warm skin touches mine, her nipples peaked against me. We go back to making out, hands on the move. I shift to the right, keeping one thigh pressed between Cammie’s as I trail my fingers up her side and skim her breast. She arches into my palm and snakes a hand between us, tugging at the drawstring of my pants—breeches. The moment the bow unfurls, she shoves her hand down the front of my boxer briefs and her warm, soft fingers encase my length.

I set the condom on the nightstand and kiss her lips, then trail a path down her throat and over her chest, stopping at her nipples to say hi before I keep going. Most of my bottom half is on the floor by the time I stretch out between her thighs. I loop my arms around her legs and settle in, groaning as I lick up the length of her. “I love the way you taste.” Her hands slide into my hair. “I love your magical tongue.” “I love you, my precious,” I whisper against her clit before I circle it with my tongue.

“She loves you, too,” Cammie moans. I take my time, lapping at her, alternating between gentle strokes and hard suction. I ease two fingers inside her and find that spot that makes her gasp and shove a pillow over her face so the entire floor doesn’t know what’s happening in her room.

Her legs start to shake, and she contracts around my fingers, pulsing against my tongue. I kiss my way back up her body. Cammie tears the condom open and rolls it down my length. I fit myself between her thighs,...

We both suck in a breath, and I lift my gaze to hers. Our eyes stay locked as I sink into her. I’m so right about this being different now that those words have been voiced between us. It’s not just about sensation, although that’s overwhelming on its own. It’s a physical connection that I feel inside my chest. The way I can’t look away from her beautiful face. How perfectly we fit together. The way her palm settles against the...

I’m afraid if I move it will be over before it’s even begun, but the need to just thrust is too overwhelming, so I pull my hips back and tip them forward, filling her again. We make matching needy sounds. Cammie hooks one leg over my hip. I slide my arm under the other and draw it up, just like A...

She tips up to meet my next thrust and grips my shoulder with one hand and my hair with the other. We find a rhythm, moving with and against each other. I can’t get enough of her soft moans and quiet pleas for more. Of the way she shudders under me. Or the way her eyes flare and her nails dig into m...

I roll my hips, grinding against her. Cammie’s head snaps back and her body quakes as she contracts around me. There’s such primal satisfaction in knowing that I’m the one who takes care of her needs like this. That she feels safe enough with me to let go. That I’m special enough for her to let me see her at her most vulnerable and beautiful. And when ...