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Jamie could only moan in response, rolling her hips in an invitation for him to thrust.

  "Oh, god." Then a realization washed over him. "Shit, Jamie!"

  She heard the change in the tone of his voice, twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder. "What? What's wrong?"

  "We haven't been using protection this morning."

  Jamie huffed, something like a sigh or a laugh, Chase wasn't sure which. "It's fine, baby. I'm on birth control, and I was just tested last month."

  Chase hesitated still. "You're sure?"

  Jamie lifted up on her hands and pushed back into him, ducking her head between her arms, doing a half-push-up, then pulled forward and crushed backed into him. "God, yes. I'm sure. I'm sure..."

  Chase let her reassurance push away all the worries and lingering doubts, the feel of her firm, soft ass meeting his thighs and her tight pussy clenching around him driving him wild. He shifted his knees farther apart, leaned over her back to plant kisses on her spine, then her lower back, then her ass.

  "God, Chase...I need you deep." Jamie was panting, rolling her hips into him, waiting for him, encouraging him.

  Chase took her hips in his hands and pulled her back as he thrust forward, a first slow, gentle surge. Jamie cried out softly, bowing her spine down to raise her hips, sinking back on her haunches to meet him. Chase pulled back slowly until he was nearly falling out, then, unable to hold back any longer, drove himself home, slow but hard. Jamie cried out again, and then Chase's control was lost.

  "Jamie...I can't hold back. I can't go slow." He drew back and then slammed himself in, the slap of flesh against flesh cutting through their mutual panting.

  "Don't--don't be gentle," Jamie gasped, rocking back and forth to meet his ever more urgent thrusts. "Fuck me hard...yes! Fuck me hard, just like that!"

  Her words made Chase even crazier, fingers digging into her hips so hard she sucked in a breath. He forced himself to let go before he bruised her pale flesh. Harder and harder now, no semblance of control or sweetness or gentility. His back was straight, his hands scrabbling at her thighs and hips, resting on her back as he slammed into her again and again, her cries of pleasure, her breathless gasps of "yes yes yes, fuck yes..." sending him even further over the edge. She was meeting him stroke for stroke, her hands planted forward, her knees wide, her hips high, moving back into his nearly savage thrusts and encouraging him to give her more, more, more.

  He was close then, and she felt it in his loss of rhythm. She snatched a pillow and shoved it under her stomach, bending down so her breasts and face were on the bed and her ass lifted as high as she could get it, welcoming the loud slap of his thighs into her ass. His balls were striking her folds with every stroke, his cock slamming deep, his body convulsing as he prepared to come.

  "Fuck, Jamie, I'm gonna come so hard.."

  Jamie's voice rent the air with a feral snarl. "Come for me, Chase. Fuck me hard!"

  Chase felt her clenching around his shaft and knew she was close, too. He fumbled at the crease of her ass with his hand, finding the rosebud knot of muscle with the same ring finger as earlier, discovering it to be more pliant than the first time. He spat on his fingers and smeared it on her entrance, sliding his finger in.

  "Oh, my fucking god, Chase!" Jamie could barely speak through the moans emitting from her throat, and she nearly collapsed as he worked his finger in to the second knuckle, then pulled it back.

  He felt her quivering, choking on her breath and her screams. He was holding back, slowing himself down to long hard thrusts as he carefully inserted his middle finger. Jamie screamed out loud then, writhing against him and biting the bedspread.

  "What are you doing to me? Ohmyfuckinggod that's good!" Jamie spread her thighs as wide as they would go, leaning back into his hand so her ass was stretched wide for him.

  Chase let himself begin thrusting harder again, moving his fingers back and forth, not really in and out but merely insinuating the idea of motion. Jamie instinctively and unconsciously began to feather her hips into the movement of his fingers, timed with his thrusts.

  "It...doesn't hurt...does it?" Chase asked between panted breaths.

  "NO! No...it's fucking incredible." Jamie was lost in primal lust then, growling and groaning, shoving back against him, driving his fingers deeper.

  Chase let his two fingers begin to actually move, and then, when he felt the muscles of her pussy begin to clench and clamp around his cock, her groans turning to full-voice screams. He had no idea how he'd lasted this long, since he was already dripping pre-come when he first thrust into her. They were moving in perfect sync then, his fingers deep inside her now, moving in with every slap of flesh meeting flesh.

  "I'm coming, Jamie...come with me, love, now."

  "Holy fuck, Chase! Fuck me harder...I'm so close..."

  Chase gave it to her, pulling back and driving in so hard his pubic bone was bouncing off the flesh of her ass, harder than he'd ever fucked in his life. He gripped her hipbone with his free hand and jerked her back into him, even though she was already willingly ramming herself into him with every stroke.

  And then they came, their voices shouting in unison, her voice shrieking, piercing, his a lion-like roar of ecstatic fury.

  He unleashed his seed into her in a thick, hard rush, feeling it shoot deep, and then he was totally lost in her, frantically and arrhythmically driving into her, milking his orgasm along with hers. Jamie's inner muscles clamped down around his cock and his fingers so hard when she came that his thrusts were slowed by the coiled tension of her flesh, and he let himself go slack, moving languidly as his last throbbing spurts of come leaked into her.

  He collapsed forward onto her ass, sweat sticking between them, slick and salty and stinging his eyes and mouth, his sweat mingling with hers. Chase extricated himself from her tight openings and rolled to the side with her, spooning her.

  Jamie twisted her neck to kiss his lips, her mouth quivering with the intensity of her still-shuddering aftershocks. "Chase...Chase, baby. That was fucking intense..."

  Chase laughed. "No, that was intense fucking." He kissed her throat behind her ear, lifted her hair with his clean hand and kissed her nape beneath her hairline, then her shoulders. "You think that was intense? Just wait till I fuck you in the ass, baby. You'll come so hard you'll think you're being ripped in half."

  Jamie shivered against him. She twisted in his arms and put her lips against his ear. "You want to fuck me in the ass?" She clutched his ass and jerked him against her body. "You want me to let you do that? I just might let you, if it's anything like that last orgasm. I think I want it. I want your big hard cock in my tight little asshole. I want to feel you come deep in my ass."

  Chase's eyes closed at the sound of her whispery breath in his ear, at her dirty words. "Good. 'Cause I'm going to." He reached up between them and tweaked her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

  "But..." She traced her finger up his spine, then back down, lower, lower, until she was teasing the crease of his ass. "But you'll have to let me do something back to you."

  Chase felt his ass clench tight in response. "Oh? What's that?" He went for nonchalant, but didn't quite make it.

  Jamie laughed, a throat, sultry, amused sound that had his cock twitching with renewed desire. "Mmmm...not telling. It'll be a surprise. You'll like it, though. I promise."

  Chase felt nerves shoot through him at her words. "Um. You're not putting anything back there."

  "Nothing you haven't put in me. How 'bout that?"

  Chase wriggled uncomfortably. "I don't know."

  Jamie laughed again. "That's my terms, sweetness. You want to fuck me in the ass? You have to trust me back, then." She tilted away from him to take his flaccid cock in her hands. "You have to know I'd never do anything I didn't think you'd like. That's how this works, right? I trust you, you trust me?"

  "I trust you, but--"

  "There's no 'but' when it comes to trusting someone. I let you put your fingers in my ass
. I've never let anyone do that. I was an ass-virgin. I trusted you." Jamie traced his length with her fingers.

  "I didn't know that was your first time."

  "It doesn't matter. It was awesome." Jamie kissed the round part of his shoulder. "Beyond awesome. Every time I come with you, it's better than the last. If that pattern keeps up, I might actually die from orgasm overload."

  Chase rumbled a laugh. "I don't think that's possible."

  "Well, if it is, you're determined to find out." Jamie closed her fist around him, feeling him begin to respond, pushing him onto his back and sitting up cross-legged next to him, facing his prone body.

  "God, Jamie. You have me ready to go again. You make me feel like a teenager. Horny, insatiable, unstoppable."

  "You are insatiable." Jamie began to stroke her fist up and down, achingly slow.

  "So are you."

  "Then we're a good match."

  Chase met her eyes. "The best match. I've...I never knew I could feel this way about someone."

  "What way?" Jamie's eyes told him she knew but wanted to hear him say it; he wanted to say it out loud.

  "Like I can just let go."

  Jamie's face scrunched up in confusion. "What's that mean?"

  He rolled one shoulder in a shrug. "Just that I've always held back a little. With everyone I've ever been with, everyone--" The emphasis made it clear who he meant, without having to say more, "--I've held back. Emotionally, physically. I move fast, Jamie. I fall hard, and I fall fast. I mean, we've been dancing around this thing between us and avoiding it for months, but despite that, this is the most time we've actually spent together. But already I know, I know I'm in love with you. And I love that that doesn't scare you off."

  Jamie laughed, a disbelieving scoff. "Scare me off? Chase, I don't think you understand how bad I have it for you. If you didn't return how I felt, that's what would scare me off." She continued to move her fist on his shaft as they talked, almost as an afterthought.

  Chase just nodded, then said, "But it's also physical. I've always felt like if I just really let go, did everything I wanted...how I wanted, as hard and as intense as I wanted, it would hurt the person I was with, or scare them." His breath was coming in long gasps now as Jamie's fist on his cock began to pick up pace.

  "Baby, listen. I know we've only spent this last, what, twelve hours together, but I feel like we've been together forever. Like, I know you. I know your soul. I know your heart. I know your body. I want all you have to give. All of it. Don't ever hold back." Jamie glanced down at his turgid cock, smiling hungrily as a pearly drop of pre-come glistened on his tip.

  Chase couldn't get any words past his closing throat, past his gasping breath. She was stroking him with both hands, fist over fist. He began to move his hips into her hands, throwing his head back. Jamie slowed then, until one hand was nearly at his base, sliding molasses-slow, before she slicked the other over his tip, and she continued this erotically slow manipulation until Chase was thrusting up with his entire spine and nearly begging for her go faster. He didn't, though, because as teasing as her pace was, it felt like pure heaven, drawing his desire into a furious boil.

  Jamie adjusted tactics then. She began to pump him with one hand, just as slowly as before, working her fist up his length, rubbing her thumb around the smeared pre-come and then gliding back down. With her other hand Jamie cupped his sack, merely holding at first, then massaging gently. The hand stroking his shaft clamped down around his crown and squeezed, and Chase gasped at the feeling. Still cupping his tightened sack, Jamie extended her middle finger to his taint, still squeezing his tip in a quick pattern of clenches. Chase shifted on the bed, not thrusting up but wriggling and writhing under her touch. She pressed her finger in circles around his taint until he began to moan, then slid her finger back farther, into the tight-clamped juncture of his ass.

  "Relax for me, baby," she whispered, and plunged her hand down his length, squeezing his shaft in the tight sphincter of her fist.

  Chase forced himself to relax, spreading his thighs apart, trusting her. Jamie loosened her hold on his cock, sliding her hand up and down loosely now, so loose she was barely touching him. Her finger worked its way in, toward his anus. He felt a bolt of fear, quickly squashed. She was touching him there finally, just a fingertip on the knot of muscle, the way he'd initially touched her. Jamie applied a hint of pressure as her fist began to pick up pace on his length, and Chase knew it wouldn't be long before he came. The boiling need to release was reaching an unbearable intensity, and her gently probing finger was only adding to the desperate inferno of pressure within him, hot and hard and ready to explode, despite how many times he'd already come with her that morning.

  He felt her finger push harder, and he couldn't help his reaction. He pushed his torso downward, an involuntary motion, his legs falling apart as his heels pulled up higher. A welter of emotions tumbled through him, a slight twinge of embarrassment at his position, knees drawn up and back arched, with Jamie's finger beginning to probe deeper as his climax rose. The embarrassment grew as he began to roll his hips, feeling the tip of her finger now inside him, an alien, foreign pressure sending spasms through his entire body.

  "Don't fight it, Chase," Jamie murmured. "Give in to it."

  Chase forced himself to relax again, and his knees fell apart and his body began to move as her finger dipped in and pulled back, the same kind of faux-motion he'd used on her. And god...it did feel good. Strange and intensely powerful, pressure building inside him like a steam boiler gone wrong, about to detonate.

  Jamie was stroking him at a middling pace, a steady rhythm. She leaned over as her hand reached his crown, forming a cup with the top of her fist, and spat into it, slicking her saliva over his shaft with a slow downward stroke. Chase gasped raggedly, then groaned in rapturous need when she began to work him more quickly, harder and faster, her finger not going any deeper but moving in and out more fully. Chase was wild, desperate, undone.

  "Jamie, I'm...gonna--gonna come..." He could barely form the words.

  She leaned over again and continued pumping him at the base, wrapping her lips around the very tip of him and stroking her fist up to her mouth and back down. He felt her tongue on his tip, and then she began to suck, hollowing her cheeks. Her hand moved in a blur on his cock, her finger working inside him, her mouth sucking with vacuum force.

  And then he came, a feeling of his entire body emptying up and out, as if his very insides were being torn up and shooting out into Jamie's suctioning mouth. He couldn't make a sound, even the breath in his lungs emptying through his spasming shaft, all sounds, all breath, all sensation throbbing in his cock as he came, and came, and came, and Jamie drew it all out of him, stroking him relentlessly, his body bowing upward and her finger moving in and out and his brain scrambling.

  He didn't think he could come any harder, but she didn't let up, milking him with her mouth and her hands until he was gasping for air and scrabbling at the sheets with his heels, and still he came, orgasming so hard his body ached.

  Finally, she let his cock go with a wet pop, withdrawing her finger from him, slowing her fist on his shaft until she was merely holding him as he panted.

  "Fuck, Jamie. Just...fuck."

  She just smiled at him and lay down to nestle against his chest. After a long, comfortable silence, Jamie spoke up. "We should get cleaned up. We're all...dirty."

  "I'm not sure I can move yet," Chase murmured.

  "Don't, then. I'll go first." Jamie slid off the bed and went into the bathroom.

  Chase watched her as she went, beyond sated, wrenched thoroughly dry, yet still finding a throbbing core of desire inside himself for all of Jamie. He watched her wash her hands, turn on the shower, and brush her teeth with the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste. He watched her rinse her mouth and spit, and felt an ache in his chest at the beautiful normality of watching her doing such mundane things.

  He watched with a welter of emotions, all of them
centered around and springing out from love, as Jamie stuck her hand into the stream of steaming water, adjusted the temperature slightly, and then stepped in, sliding the curtain closed.

  Her phone rang, a sudden, jarring, shrill interruption cutting through the silence of his thoughts and the sounds of Jamie showering. He contemplated answering it but decided against it. He thought about finding it and seeing who showed up on the caller ID, but decided against it. The phone went silent and then rang again a few seconds later. Silence, and then a third ring. The bleeping tone of a voicemail received.

  Jamie emerged from the bathroom, wreathed in steam, wrapped in a thick white towel, her red hair wet and tangled and dangling down her back. "Did I hear my phone going off?"

  "Yeah," Chase said. "It rang, like, three times. You have a voicemail, I think."

  She crouched and dug it out of her purse, swiped her finger across the screen to unlock it, and tapped the screen, bringing up the "missed calls" screen. She tapped it a few more times, and then a voice came out of the speakers, male, British, and smooth.

  "Jamie, love. I know we had a tiff, and I said some things I mightn't've meant. You know how it goes. I just...I'm sorry. I hope you'll come home, come to my flat, I mean." Jamie paled, falling backward onto her butt on the floor, scrambling to silence it.

  "Shit," she said.

  Chase sat up and pinched the bridge of his. "That complicates things."

  Jamie looked up sharply. "No! No it doesn't. There's no complications. I walked out. I left him because I didn't love him, didn't want to be with him. I left him before I met you."

  "But he clearly wants you back."

  Jamie stood up and crossed the room to sit next to Chase on the bed, phone clutched forgotten in her hand. "But I don't want him. I never really did. That was the entire problem. I was trying to convince myself another man could take your place. I couldn't keep up the pretense, Chase. I just couldn't. And now that I've been with you--made love to you--I could never ever spend a single second with anyone else." She pivoted to sit cross-legged on the bed, and Chase's eyes were drawn to the shadowy vision of her folds between the gap of the towel. She took his face in her hands and forced his eyes to hers. "Eyes up here, Tiger. You need to understand what I'm saying to you. You've ruined me for all other men. You did that the first time you kissed me."