The Chase

Chapter 10

 JASPER

    I watched her for a moment standing in front of the windows, before embracing her. She smelled like home. I had actually missed her last night. It hadn't actually hit me until I saw her standing outside my door. In that top that sat just low enough to show how thin yet curvy she was and that skirt that was short enough to show me just enough of what I wanted to see. The way she smiled at me with this innocent look that made me want to corrupt her. As soon as I saw that bra I knew what she wanted and I knew I had to give it to her.

    She tasted sweet as she dripped down my chin. I couldn't get enough of the faces she made when I went down on her. It was like she couldn't stop herself and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself until she gave me everything she could.

    "f**k" She breathed the word out driving me mad. It just made me want her more. Darting my tongue in and out of her to tasted more of her. Pushing her to give in to me.

    Good girl..

    I could feel her loosing her ability to stand by the way she rested more and more weight onto my shoulder. By the look on her face I realized just how sexy she could be. Her expression wasn't innocent any longer. She looked hungry for more. Hungry for me. I knew I'd do anything to please her.

    Cecilia was still struggling to slow her breathing when I picked her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she clung to me. She was nervous and it was plain as day to see every time I looked into her eyes. The way her chest heaved and she wouldn't hold eye contact for too long. I honestly loved the fact that I made her feel that way. Made me feel like we were to high schoolers trying to stay quite while my parents where in the next room.

    When I sat her down on me I was ready to slam into her. The idea made me so hard it almost hurt. I wanted to find out just how good she felt. Just how good I could make her feel. I rubbed myself against her, feeling how wet she was. But when I looked at her she wasn't that innocent girl I wanted to corrupt or the sexy girl that was hungry for me. Cecilia looked scared. Her bottom lip was quivering and she looked like she wanted to bolt for the door.

    Shit... why was she so upset? Did I do something wrong?

    I stop and just wait for her next move. I want her to be comfortable. I want her to want this too. She looks at me and her nervous slowly wash away, a smile takes over her face. 

    My eyes rolled back and I let my head fall over the back of the sofa as she slowly slides down on me. Taking me completely. It was possibly the greatest feeling I've ever had.

    I unhook her bra exposing her breast. Taking one into my mouth and pinching her n****e with my teeth, sucking lightly. I use my other hand to hold her in place. She felt amazing.

    She screamed out for me. Begging me to f**k her. I guide her hips until she takes over with aggressive movements. Allowing me to sit back and take in everything. The way her hair falls over her shoulders and sticks to her sweaty skin. The way she bites her lip to muffle moans until she can't any longer, and throws her head back to grace me with her beautiful sounds. 

    The way she arched her back pushed me over the edge. Everything she did felt as though she was reading my mind. She knew exactly what to do. She arched her back and flicked her hips. Let out quiet moans into my ear as if begging me for more. The way she would smirk just before she bite my lip sending me into a frenzy.

    She was getting to me and she knew it. She started moving quicker. Her hand pulling my hair to keep me in place as she leans down to kiss and suck on my neck. I couldn't help but give in to her. It was quick, too quick and I feared she was disappointed but you would never know by the way she looked at me.

*****

    The morning came far to quickly. Cecilia was already out of bed and no where to be found. I just laid there staring at the ceiling and taking in the events of the evening before. I hadn't invited her over with the intentions of f*****g her. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, frequently. But I had all but given up on the concept after many nights of sleeping with a hard on after she cut things short.

    "Good morning handsome!" She enters the room carrying a tray of assorted breakfast foods.

    "You didn't have to cook for me, Cecilia" I plant a kiss on her nose before grabbing a slice of bacon and biting it.

    "Yaaaaa I don't cook. If I had it wouldn't be edible.. I do know how to use a phone and order off a menu" she giggles. "Call me Cece... Cecilia seems so formal."

    I found it odd that she did know how to cook at all. Problem for another time I suppose. "Cece" I repeat back to her. It sounded like a nickname for a small child.

    I dig into the pancakes and hash browns while she sat back drinking coffee and flips on the TV. She settles on a cheesy Life Time movie about an obsessed babysitter I think? Who can really tell all these movies apart.

    After we had finished the bulk of the food I cleared the empty dishes from the bed room and throw on sweats before carrying them to the kitchen. Cece follows me hopping on to the counter next to the sink.

"What are we doing today?" She asks with clear expectations.

    I check the clock on the microwave realizing that it was already 11 AM ."Going to the gym and out for a drink with a friend." 

    "Eww... Can we skip the gym?" What? Who doesn't like the gym?

    "No I always start me day working out. Helps me wake up in the mornings. You should dome with me." I push. I have a routine and I'm not the type to change that. That's just how it is. She would have to get used to it.

    "I'm not the athletic type"

    "That can be changed" I step between her legs pulling to the edge of the counter, kissing her lips. She didn't seem the slightest bit interested.  "Besides everyone can afford to get into better shape."

    "It's not for me.." she pushes off the counter and begins to walk away.

    Was she upset? I'm confused. "I work a lot I just thought it was something we could do together?"

    "Maaayyybeeee" she looks at me emotionless. He lack of an interest apparent in her tone.

    "Are you upset about something?" I don't like this dramatic bit of women. It was sort of annoying. 

    "Are you implying that I need to lose weight?" Oof.

    "No that is not what I'm saying. Where did you even get that." She was twisting my words.

    "'Everyone can afford to get into better shape'" she threw her hands up to air quote the statement.

    "Well yeah....I just mean it couldn't hurt to hit the gym. Not that you NEEDED it or anything." Still not getting why she's upset.

    Cece turns and walks to the bedroom and I turn back to the sink. I didn't say she didn't to get into better shape. Maybe I should clarify further? Would it do any good? She returns fully clothed, heels in hand and headed for the door without saying a word. 

    I can't let her storm off. I jog to the door, beating her to it. I lean down to kiss her neck. "I'm sorry baby girl. That's not how I meant it. Come to the gym with me. Please?" I plead. Women love feeling like they are in charge.

    Cece turns to face me her cheeks turned red. "I know I'm being dramatic and I know that's not how you meant it. You're right. Let me just go home and change. Pick me up in 30?" I win, per usual.

    She kisses me one more time before walking out the door. I don't see the big deal. What's the worst that could happen. She look better than she already does?