Chase
Her body once again collapsed onto the bed as every drop of her orgasm dripped onto my fingers. So milky and adhesive. My heart raced, having her moan my name directly into my ears. Not once, twice but multiple time.
It satisfied my ego but fed my obsession for her because never have I found women looking so addictive and desirable when they orgasm the way she did.
I normally cared about my sexual pleasure only but Liya coming onto my hands like a trophy I had won. I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them between us, showing her that I was going to take in every drop of her like I owned it. Her eyes twitched and she stopped my hand by gripping it once I took the fingers near my lips.
"Don't do that," she panicked with a heaved breath coming down from her high.
"Why would I not do this?" I rhetorically questioned, noticing the change in her expression.
"It's filthy," her soft voice spoke turning her gaze away from me.
"I'm filthy," she self-sabotaged, making me mad at her words.
I gripped her jaw in my free hand and made her face me again. Without a second thought, I shove my fingers into my mouth. The sweet taste of her juices hit my tongue and this has to be the best thing I have ever had in my mouth besides the flavour of strawberry on her tongue the devoured like a scarred tattoo. Her eyes widened watching me lick every drop of her juices clean off my fingers.
"That didn't taste filthy. It tasted like a spell made to hover over my mind. A juice formulated by your organs that only belongs to me," my eyebrows raised in seriousness, making her scoff.
She's gorgeous. She has a perfect body, a perfect taste of cum. Everything is perfect about her then where does the filthy factor come from? My eyes take the chance to study her expressions and body language. This wasn't the first time she had expressed herself to be something unwanted and disgusting.
There was also a lot I did not know about, Liya. This behaviour was only initiating towards some sort of mental abuse which could have been caused by... a male physically involved with her. Even thinking about it brings my heart to burn in the flames of hell.
"Have you ever pleased yourself?" I enquired to which she nodded no slowly.
"It's disgusting," she spoke with a break in her answer.
"What is?" I wanted elaboration.
"Touching myself. Me in general," she said looking directly into my eyes.
Her words broke my heart. I don't normally feel a crack on my heart but these words just shattered it. She was nothing near disgusting. My arms wrapped around her body and picked her up against my body. Her arms wrapped around my neck whilst her legs wrapped around my hard groin.
Getting us off the bed, I proceeded to walk over to her bathroom. Upon entering, I place her down and have her face the mirror which she desperately wants to look away from.
"I don't see anything disgusting about you," I speak but it's like she's trapped in a moment.
I turn her body so that she's facing me. She's trying so hard to hold back tears and I couldn't understand why. All I understood that my heart ached knowing that she was holding back tears. I took her hand to my hard groin.
"Disgusting things can't do this," I stated before moving her hand up my chest and to the left side.
"And certainly not this," I spoke, allowing her to feel my heart that has been racing ever since I've been around her.
She blinks at me a few times before her hand slides around to the back of my neck to pull me down for a soft kiss. For the first time.
"Stop saying things you don't mean to me Chase. I know you hate me," she sadly whispered along my lips after breaking the kiss.
"I mean it, Liya. I want you to please yourself, just once and see that nothing about you, your body or your cum is disgusting," I convinced joining our temples.
My hand goes to cuff one side of her face.
"I know you can do it," I encourage hoping I was easing something in her.
"My sweet Strawberry," I spoke, collecting myself away from her, something I didn't want to do.
"Clean yourself and go to bed. It's way too late and you have work tomorrow," I tell to which she nods and somewhat comes back to her senses.
She closes the bathroom door behind me, turning the shower on as I leave. I hope my words made sense into her brain.
Liya
I hadn't encountered Chase today or the day after that. He went missing after our night together and I was a bit anxious because his words wandered around in my brain, annoying me. A few times I had wanted to call him but then my ego came in the way. I don't need to call him. I stood in front of my mirror in my oversized hoodie.
'I want you to please yourself', his voice echoed, lighting a fire to just try once.
Along his voices fought the voice of David. But his voices were stronger. I had dragged the hoodie off my body, left in my panties and crop shirt I wore underneath. With courage, I walked over to my couch and sat on it.
A few moments passed by with my legs refusing to separate but his words were so passionate that my legs had finally spread themselves wide over the couch in my silent room. All I could hear was my quivering breath filling the room. I glanced down to my sex that was hidden beneath the soft cotton cloth of my panties.
Nervous, but it soon slid off of me. I had left myself in my small t-shirt now. The next glance was analysing my swollen clit that was red and burning from heat. My mind replayed the moments Chase has guided his thick hard fingers into me.
This was my first ever time, attempting to pleasure myself and it was making me feel disgusting. I couldn't come to terms to why he worshiped my body and me as if I was the perfect sculpture created by the heavenly God.
With a few bat of my eyes, courage finally came into my hand and it slide down to my sex. A quiver erupted through my chest not wanting to do this.
My finger ran through my folds, feeling the wetness and it only made me swell more. I had become so sensitive. Slowly, my finger reached to my entrance and stroked it slightly.
My teeth captured my lower lip as I struggled to hold myself from the small whimpers. God this feels good. My finger stroke out and ran through my clit a few times whilst I thought of adding a second finger.
'Take yourself once strawberry', his words echoed in my head.
Throwing my head back on the couch, my eyes closed as I prepared myself. My fingers intertwined and glided smoothly against the heat and wetness. A pleasurable sound escaped through the first thrusts. Feeling my insides clench onto my fingers made me wonder how tight they must clench onto Chase.
"You're doing really well Strawberry," a hot warm breath travelled besides my ear.
A shadow hung over my arm before I felt a huge palm come into contact with my hand. My eyes slightly peeked to find his pretty face come to sight. His palm clenched hard onto my hand and thrusted it faster.
My lips immediately shape into an O as a reaction whilst my eyelids fall heavy. His grip loosens once I hold the pace he wanted me to be at. My fingers viciously thrust into me back and forth with the feeling of my orgasm approaching.
"That's it. Curl your little fingertips inside you like I did," his voice approaches in a silent whisper which swells my clit.
"Such a good girl," a raspy deep whisper followed at the sight.
I had forced myself to open my eyes from the burning desire to look at him. My mind couldn't think straight and all I did was moan.
"Chase," I moaned.
I moaned his name, over and over again as my orgasm got closer and closer. His arm reached forwards for his fingertips to brush against the edge of my hairline and stroke my hair behind my ear. I see his eyes drop down to my sex, making it harder and sensitive.
His gaze widens with accomplishment when my legs shook with my orgasm. My breath was uneven after I took the last screaming moan of his name. In need of relaxation, I had hit my eyes closed and threw my head back onto the couch.
"My name out of your mouth as moans when you're touching yourself is the hottest thing ever," he spoke up.
"During the photoshoot, you thought I found your body disgusting because I held my breath," his voice reached, making my eyes fling open.
"No Liya. I couldn't breathe having you so close to me. It was driving me insane. It's a privilege to touch you and have you touch me," his words melted a part of my cold heart what also felt like healing.
His lips reach up and I close my eyes again, not knowing what to say because this all felt like a dream. I felt a kiss on my temple and as his lips left, my soul immediately felt distant from his as seconds went. My eyes open wide and I look around the room. It's empty.
Was I hallucinating?
There's no one here... my body positions itself properly on the couch as I finally come down from my high. I'm holding my head in my clean hand whilst I look to my mess on the other. He's not here. Chase was not here.
I wanted him here...
*the next day*
Ellah had called me in to tell me about a Cosabella shoot that will be held in two days.
"You'll be doing it with Mr. Ruel," she said grabbing my attention.
Mr Ruel. Chase. At least I'm aware of this naked photoshoot beforehand. Not seeing him was making me really frustrated. I didn't see him today and neither tomorrow. Mother fucker. He lied to my face with his sweet words and ghosted me.
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