Chase

I can't keep my hands to myself. In the cab on our way back here, I tried to restrain myself- I really did. Did I succeed? Nope- not in the least. Am I upset that I failed in that? Also, no.

She's like the world's strongest magnet, and I'm a tiny piece of metal that just can't resist her pull. And I don't want to. Being with her makes me feel so many things- most of all, happy. She listens to me, and she makes me feel important. She likes me for who I really am, not just me, the hockey star.

It doesn't matter to her what I make or how famous I am. With her, I'm free to be Chase Smith- human, flawed, vulnerable. With every other woman I've been with, I'm always just Chase Smith- pro athlete, wealthy, captain of the New York City Cobras, fun for one night- and one night only.

At one point in my life, that last part was all that mattered in my relationships, if you can even call them that. Now, I want to be better. I want something more, something substantial. And I want to have it with Lindsey. I'd give her the world on a silver platter if she asked me for it. Hell, anything she asked for, she would have, and I'd serve it up in an instant.

Right now, all my girl wants is me. She wants to be close to me the same way I need to be close to her. Her actions are shouting loud and clear what she wants, and I am more than happy to deliver.

We're hardly able to break apart from each other when we step out of the cab. We finally do so we don't draw too much attention to ourselves as we make it through the complex lobby and into the elevator. As soon as those doors shut, we're back at it- lips locked, hands tangled, and hardly able to catch our breath.

I know the second we make it into the apartment, the fire we are stoking is going to burn red hot. The elevator comes to a stop on our floor, and I resist the urge to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and carry her the remaining distance straight to my bed. It would be disastrous if one of our neighbors caught sight of that. There's no way Liam wouldn't find out about Lindsey and me if anyone saw me doing that.

Instead, I pull away and put a small amount of distance between us, and start walking to the door. We make it inside the apartment quickly and shut the door behind us. I move toward her to pick up where we left off in the elevator, but she's already heading my way. She pushes me backward toward my bedroom with a hungry look in her eyes.

My girl is taking what she wants, and I am so turned on by her right now. I feel my back hit the solid wood door that separates us from my bedroom, and without hesitation, Lindsey wraps herself around me and presses her lips to mine. I feel the warmth of her tongue slide across my lips, pleading for entry. I waste no time giving her what she's begging for as I open my mouth and press us further together.

Her arms slide around my neck as I move my hands down the curves of her body. I reach her hips and slowly make my way around her back and down to her ass. She lets out a yelp as I squeeze her cheeks and lift her up, making her legs wrap around my waist. I let go with one hand and blindly search for the doorknob.

I turn the handle and nearly fall to the floor as the door swings open. I catch us at the last second and set course for the bed. It takes me all of two seconds to reach the edge, and I gently toss Lindsey on top of my king-sized mattress.

She lets out a giggle as I crawl onto the bed, slowly making my way toward her. I position myself between her legs and use both elbows to support me as I look down at her beautiful face underneath me. Her smile sends warmth straight to my heart. I don't think I'll ever get over how gorgeous she is- both inside and out.

Something flashes in her eyes, and I feel her pull me down on top of her, eliminating the space that was just between us. She resumes our passionate lip-lock and runs her hands down my back. I let out a moan as I feel the hem of my shirt rising up my back. Her warm fingers set my skin on fire as she inches my shirt up toward my head.

Our kiss is broken for a moment as she pulls away. "This needs to come off." She demands, tugging on the fabric.

I smile and sit up, removing my shirt to satisfy Lindsey's demand. I love it when she's bossy.

A devious smile spread across her face as if she can read my mind, and she drags her nails lightly down my chest. Her eyes cloud with lust, and I hear her whisper my name.

The effect she has on me is instant. My name spilling from her lips causes my dick to stand at attention. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and works her hands lower, stopping briefly at my belt. Her eyes meet mine as she cups my rock-hard dick through my pants.

My head falls back, and I moan as she teases me through my clothes. I rock my hips into her hand, encouraging her to keep going. Her hands suddenly start moving up. I look at her, and she licks her lips. My belt is undone, then my button, then my zipper. She slides her hand inside my pants and continues stroking.

Her name comes out in a needy moan as I feel the rising level of my desire. I pull her hand away and quickly remove my remaining clothes. She doesn't protest and starts to remove her layers.

Once she is down to nothing but her sexy red lace panties, I move back between her thighs, still kneeling on the bed so I can take in the view below me. She really is perfect. Her blonde hair is sprawled across my pillow, perfectly sized tits staring up at me, begging to be adored, nipples budding under my heavy stare.

I could sit and look at her for a lifetime and never get over how gorgeous my girl is.

She pulls my attention to her lips as she says my favorite command. "Chase, I need you. Now!"

She leans up and wraps her arm around me, pulling me in close as her free hand firmly grips my dick. She is writhing under me, begging for a sweet release. I tuck my head into the crook of her neck and let loose a ragged breath. I need her as much as she needs me right now, and I don't know how much time we will have.

I kiss her neck as she rubs herself against me. "I need to get a condom; hold on."

I kiss below her ear before I reluctantly sit up and move to open my nightstand. I quickly find what I need and tear open the package. I waste no time sliding on the condom and removing the last remnant of Lindsey's clothing.

Moments later, I feel the warmth of her walls surrounding me as I start to thrust in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. I start out slow and gradually pick up speed as time goes by. Lindsey's legs are wrapped around my back, pulling me as close as humanly possible. She holds me captive between her thighs as I roll into her over and over.

Her back arches, and she cries out my name as her fingernails dig deeply into my back. The pain is welcome, and I crave to be closer to her. I want to dig as deep as I can into this woman. I want to feel every inch of her body.

She rocks her hips in unison with mine as we pick up the pace even more. I can feel myself getting close to my breaking point. I'm moaning loudly into her neck as I feel her walls getting tighter and tighter. She threads a hand into my hair and screams out profanities as I try to dive deeper inside her. It seems like hours go by as we get lost in our heated exchange, oblivious to the world around us.

We're both on the edge, about the break. One, two, three thrusts, and I feel her clench around my cock. She once again screams my name, sending me over the edge, and I finally let my release go free.

My whole body is shaking; our breathing is labored, chests rising and falling in rapid succession. I set my forehead against hers and lay a soft kiss on her nose. She smiles up at me and uses both hands to cup my face.

"Holy, fuck! That was incredible," she whispers between breaths.

"Fucking amazing." I let out a few more huffs. "You are fucking amazing, Lindsey."

I slowly pull myself out of her and roll onto my back.

"It probably smells like sex in here." She chuckles as she sits up and looks toward my still-open door. "Oh, and the rest of the apartment too. Whoops!"

I look to the door. Fuck! We're lucky no one came home!

"I'll hit the apartment with some room spray here in a bit. Maybe Liam will be too tipsy to notice." I cross my fingers that he doesn't come home soon.

Was it stupid to do what we did, knowing her brother would be coming back to this same apartment sometime tonight? Yeah, probably. Should we have been more careful and shut the door? Absolutely. Did I care in the moment? Hell no! Do I care now? Um, maybe, minutely, just a tiny bit.

None of that seems to matter right now, though. I'm still lying in bed with Lindsey stark naked, basking in the aftermath of our climax. I roll to my side and pull her into my chest. She cuddles next to me and plants soft kisses on my exposed skin.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she says softly.

I pull her in tight and kiss the top of her head. "I do too, babe. I really do."

We stay like that together for as long as we can, postponing the inevitable. Finally, we decide we better not tempt fate any longer.

She looks up at me with a sad smile. "I guess we should get cleaned up and dressed before they get back, huh?"

I nod as I say, "yeah, we better not try our luck any longer."

We get up and start to get dressed. I wrap the condom in tissue paper and hide it in the bathroom trashcan as Lindsey finds the room spray and starts walking around the apartment, trying to mask the evidence of what we did tonight.

Once she's made her way around the entire place, she comes over to me. "I'm gonna shower and go lay down. Tonight was amazing, Chase. Really, really amazing."

I give her one last kiss and tell her that I had an amazing time before we finally go our separate ways for the night. When I hop out of the shower and go to lay down, my phone buzzes; it's a message from Taylor giving us a heads up that they are on their way home.

Luckily, I couldn't smell anything suspicious in the apartment by the time I returned to my room, so I think we're in the clear.

I collapse on my bed and start to drift off just as Taylor and Liam get home. I'm jolted awake when I hear Liam start talking.

"Hey, what's that smell?" That was Liam's voice.

Fuck! I guess he's not too tipsy to notice.

I listen intently as I hear Taylor's reply. "I don't smell anything. Must be that drunk nose of yours, silly." She laughs it off.

Liam grunts. "Huh, yeah, you're probably right, Tay. Well, I'm gonna crash. Sleep tight!"

"Night!"

I hear my door open and close, followed by Liam's heavy footsteps as he makes his way to his mattress. I only relax when I hear him start lightly snoring.

That was way too close!