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back against the sheets, my legs spreading before him without a hint of my usual embarrassment.  I need to feel his lips and tongue on me now.  I can't even think of anything else.
    Chase only hesitates long enough to shuck his own shirt to the floor before his head dips between my knees, lowering himself to my hot core.  I feel his tongue first, running wetly along the sides of my pussy before sliding up against my clit.  He draws two wet circles around it and then I arch my back as his lips fasten onto it.  "Yes," I gasp.  "Right there.  Lick my clit."  There's no reason to hold back at this point.  I want to forget Harrison and everything to do with him for a little while, and an orgasm seems like the perfect distraction.
    For his part, Chase knows exactly what he's doing.  His mouth is applying just the right amount of pressure as his hands ease my thighs apart, giving him deeper access to my sensitive folds.  He's lapping enthusiastically against my wetness in a practiced way that has me on the edge of an orgasm faster than I ever remember getting there. 
    As the pleasure builds, one of his hands leaves my thigh and skims along my skin until it finds one of my swollen nipples.  His first squeeze is enough to throw me over the edge.  My own hands slide into his short blond hair, grabbing the roots and grinding him harder into my lusty center to intensify the electricity that is already coursing through me.  I let out an shameless scream, the only outlet the pleasure has to escape my body. 
    Chase doesn't stop until I literally have to push him away. 
    I watch with breathless anticipation as he stands and walks over to his nightstand, opening it and fishing out a familiar tin foil wrapper.  His back is covered in tattoos which ripple as the muscles beneath them move.  It's sexy as hell, and only intensifies the desire I have for him.  All I can think about is how I just want him to hurry up.  It's been so long.  I need to feel his cock now.  It's the only way to complete the act we'd started.  The orgasm by his mouth had been wonderful, but it left me with a burning hunger to be filled.
    I watch as he sheds the rest of his clothes and slips the condom over his thick cock.  I can feel my tongue slip involuntarily between my lips and wet them as I gaze down at it.  Just another piece of perfection that makes up the man named Chase Anderson.  Just another way he differs from Harry.  When I look up at his face, he's watching me with a little half smile on his face. 
    "I'm going to fuck you now, Lila," he growls.  I can feel the same need in his voice that I feel inside of myself. 
    "Please," I beg.  I can't wait anymore.
    He closes the gap between us in an instant, his body leaning forward across the bed until it drapes over mine and I feel the tip of him press hotly against my entrance.  His forehead touches mine and his deep blue eyes gaze at me.  As emotionless as his face was at the poker table, it's filled with expression now.  There's no doubt Chase feels the same desire that I do. 
    I wrap my hands around his body, finding his firm ass and pulling him forward.  "Please," I repeat softly. Enough waiting.
    A groan escapes me as he finally sinks deeply into my folds.  No more words are needed, only actions.  Chase thrusts into me, again and again as my fingers rake along his back with an urgency born from my desire not only to be filled, but to lose myself in the moment and forget Harrison and the fact that I don't know what I'm going to do with myself until Monday.
    In both cases, I'm left satisfied as Chase continues to slam his hips into mine, rocking away any excess thoughts and worries I have left.  By the time I feel him stiffen and shudder with his release, I've already come again myself and I'm too exhausted to form any coherent thoughts.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    "So, Lila, do you have a last name?" Chase's hand feels hot as it rests on my thigh.  We've kicked the sheets off