Chapter 93: Create Something

Stacy leaned down and her lips crushed into his. He was initially shocked. But he recovered soon enough to reciprocate the kiss. It grew more intense as the time ticked by. She was by his bed, leaning in to kiss him, and the next moment, she’s on top of him with her knees at each side of his hips.

His hand found the back of her head and pulled her nearer as their tongues wrestled. She had one hand braced beside him while the other found his hair, moving down to the side of his face. The touch she left on his ear was sensual, hinting for something more. Maybe it’s time for something more, to continue where they left the other day.

Slowly, she lowered her body and settled more into him. The bulge under his pants was hard to ignore. She pressed herself on him and he groaned into her mouth.

They were panting hard as the kiss broke off. She could feel her own wetness. She wanted more. And she was adamant to get more.

She straightened and started grinding herself on him. His hand automatically found her hip as he propped himself up on his other elbow, all the while maintaining eye contact. He was trying hard to control himself. It was clearly written on his face.

“Stacy,” he groaned. “Keep this up and I..” Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “And what?” She showed no sign of stopping.

In one swift motion, he flipped her around, switching their positions. She was lying on the bed with him on top of her. It was a deja vu moment. It reminded him of the dream, of the small sounds she made, of the way her face contorted in pleasure as he moved in her. She looked up with her innocent, round eyes.

“Stacy,” he whispered, “I need to tell you something.”

“Can’t you do that later?” She frowned. “No.” His voice was firm. “It’s important.”

Stacy sucked in a breath. She pushed herself up to a sitting position while Chad moved to the side. “This better be important,” she snapped.

He took a deep breath. “Actually,” he pointed between them, “I was making this up.”

Her frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

“I purposely kept my response vague when you asked me about our relationship, making you think that something was actually going on between us.”

“And..?” Her face was carefully expressionless as she asked, making him even more uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he said, “we were nothing more than allies.”

“But you’re not a secret distant relative, are you?” His eyes widened at her question. “No, of course not!” The corner of her lips was raised slightly. “And you’re single, am I right?” He nodded, still trying to make sense of her questions.

“You said there’s nothing going on between us,” she repeated. “Yes. You don’t have to feel obligated to do anything..” Before he finished his sentence, she was already in his space. “Then, let’s create something,” her voice was nothing louder than a whisper beside his ear.

She blew at his ear before her lips settled on his neck. “Woman,” he growled. She smiled into his neck as she licked a trail down to his collarbone. “You’ll be the death of me,” he breathed as he pushed her down on the bed, resuming their former position. She tugged at his shirt. “Off.”

The shirt was immediately on the floor. Her eyes travelled down to his chest, trailing further to his abs. They lingered there before following the trail down to the band of his pants. “Like what you see?” A smirk was on his face.

“Yes,” she breathed. She raised her hand to his chest. “Hmm..” she smiled appreciatively as her hand followed the earlier trail her eyes made. When her hand reached the waistband, she gave it a tug. Without another word, the pants were on the floor, leaving only a layer on him.

“Your turn. Off,” he said with a smirk. Her heartbeat sped up as she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving herself exposed. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She needed to feel him, skin on skin. It made her feel safe.

Instead of stopping above her face, he rerouted and settled his lips on her jaw. Heat surged up her face as she felt his mouth trailing down to her neck. The subtle feel of shaved beard amplified the feeling. He licked her collarbone, mimicking her action from earlier before sucking hard on the spot above it.

She sucked in a deep breath as her legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth was relentless as it found the way down to the middle of her chest, practically shoving his face between her breasts. “Chad..” her whisper came out as a cry as he pulled her bra to the side and sucked on a nipple. His tongue rolled the hard peak of her nipple, making her arch into him. “Chad.. I..” she cried as she bit her lower lip hard to stop herself from crying out loud.

He did the same to the other breast. She grinded into him, desperate for friction. His mouth travelled further down until he reached the waistband of her pants. His eyes flicked over to hers just for a brief second before he tugged the whole thing off her.

Her heart skipped a beat as he held her ankles. She was aware of how exposed she was, making her snap her thighs together. He pushed her knees apart, exposing herself to him again. His intense eyes made her squirm. She knew she was dripping and he was watching her.

“I..” all the blood flowed to her face. She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. “You are beautiful,” he watched appreciatively, making her blush deepen.

“I wish you could see what I see,” he said, “believe me, you are gorgeous.”

The way he looked at her made her believe anything he said. How could she not when he’s looking at her like that?

Without any warning, he buried his face between her legs.