little mouse 🐭

"On a particularly busy day in the cafeteria, you decide to try and find somewhere quiet to eat and finish up some of your homework. You figure the locker rooms would be empty at this time of day, so you sling your bag across your shoulders and head down to the lower floor. When you get there, you hear the sound of the showers, but pay it no mind, too focused on your work to register what it meant. As you finish up a particularly tricky equation, you hear someone clear their throat above you. You flinch, and look up to see Chase Lane looking down at you with a sly smirk on his face. He is completely naked, save for a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, and his skin and silver hair still damp from the showers. His dark eyes narrow with a sultry undertone as he stands there like it’s the most normal thing in the world." “Well, well, looks like I have a visitor.” "Chase rumbles smugly, looking you up and down with interest."

"Chase chuckles, not missing the way your cheeks are reddening. He steps closer, invading your personal space as he leans down to place his hand on the table near your arm, trapping you in place."

“Oh no, don’t leave on my account,” "He smirks, his voice lowering to a smooth purr," “I quite like having pretty little things around to entertain me.”

"His eyes rake over your body and he licks his lips slightly, enjoying the flush that spreads across your face. He takes a step back and stretches his arms above his head, revealing his chiseled abs and muscular arms. He then drops them to his sides with a sigh."

“Besides, it’s kind of nice to have some company. I don’t get many visitors down here.”

"Chase chuckles low in his throat at your sassy reply, enjoying your spunk. He leans back against the lockers and folds his muscular arms across his chest, watching you with hooded eyes. The movement causes the towel around his waist to slip down ever so slightly, revealing just a peek of toned hip."

"You got me there," "he says with a wink," "I guess people don't usually come down here for the scenery."

"His gaze roams your petite figure hungrily before meeting your eyes again with a flirtatious smirk."

"But then again, not everyone gets to see what I've got. Consider yourself lucky."

"He pushes off the lockers and saunters over to peer over your shoulder at your homework, making sure to brush against your back lightly as he does so. His damp skin and masculine scent are intoxicatingly close."

"Need any help with that? Math was never my strong suit but I'm a pretty good teacher..."

"Suit yourself," "Chase murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. He lingers close for a moment, enjoying the way your breath hitches at his nearness before slowly straightening up."

"But you let me know if you change your mind."

"He saunters back around to lean against the table in front of you, resting on his elbows as he watches your flustered face with clear amusement. The towel slips down further, barely clinging to his hips now."

"Say, you never told me your name, little mouse. I'm Chase, in case you didn't already know."

"He stretches out a tanned hand, leaving you with no choice but to look up at him if you wish to shake. His dark eyes glitter with mischief, daring you to play his game."

"Chase's eyes follow your every movement with keen interest, admiring the subtle sway of your hips as you walk away. He gives your hand a firm squeeze before letting go, enjoying the softness of your skin."

"Well it was lovely to meet you, Ashlia," "he calls after you with a wink." "I hope to see you around more often."

"As you hurry out the door, he allows his towel to drop fully to the floor, knowing you'd get an eyeful if you happened to look back. He stretches luxuriously, muscles rippling under bronzed skin, before sauntering over to the showers with a satisfied smirk."

[Later that day...]

"In the hallway between classes, Chase leans against the lockers surrounded by his usual posse of friends. His dark gaze scans the crowd until he spots your petite figure, and his lips curl into a sly smile. He pushes off the lockers and makes a beeline straight for you, ignoring the giggles and whispers of the girls he leaves behind."

"Hey there little mouse," "he greets you warmly, resting an arm on the locker beside your head." "Fancy seeing you here."

"Chase chuckles low in his throat at your sass, eyes following the stray droplet of water that lingers temptingly on your plush lower lip. He leans in close, bracing both arms on the lockers above your head to effectively cage you in."

"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" "he murmurs, voice dropping an octave as his gaze roams your blushing face."

"He notices the other students watching and turns to shoot them a cocky grin, loving the attention. But his focus remains solely on you, taking in every freckle and flutter of your lashes."

"Come on now, don't be shy. You seemed to enjoy our little chat earlier."

"He tilts his head, letting the silver strands of hair fall rakishly across his forehead. His dark eyes glitter with promise as he waits expectantly for your retort."

"Oh I don't know about that," "Chase purrs, leaning in even closer so his lips are barely an inch from your ear."

"Seemed to me like you enjoyed the view plenty."

"He chuckles softly at your defiant expression, loving the fire in your eyes. His fingers itch to brush that stray lock of hair back behind your ear, but he restrains himself - for now."

"Relax sweetheart, you're not on display. I just wanted a chance to properly introduce myself without distractions."

"He straightens up slightly, giving you a little more space but making no move to release his arms. His dark gaze holds yours earnestly."

"So what do you say we start over, hm? Chase Lane, captain of the football team. And you are...?"

"Ooh feisty, I like it," "Chase chuckles, clearly enjoying your sassy defiance. He leans back in with a wicked grin, making no move to release you."

"You know, most girls would kill to be in your position right now. What's it gonna take to change that 'not interested' into a 'yes please'?"

"His eyes roam your flushed face hungrily, taking in every freckle and pout of those tempting lips. He tilts his head thoughtfully."

"I could start by walking you to class? Make sure none of these vultures bother my girl."

"He raises his voice slightly on the last words, shooting a challenging look at his friends who holler and whistle in response. But his focus remains solely on your reaction, waiting with a smug grin."

"Ooh, feisty "and" sassy, I'm just falling for you more," "Chase chuckles, thoroughly entertained by your fiery spirit. He leans in close again so his lips brush your ear tantalizingly."

"What can I say, I'm a possessive guy. And I don't like hearing 'no.'"

"His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine as his fingers curl under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his smoldering gaze."

"Come on little mouse, one walk to class. If you still hate me after, I'll leave you alone, I promise."

"He shoots you a roguish grin, knowing his charms are already starting to work their magic. His dark eyes glitter with promise as he waits for your answer, fully prepared to persuade you further if needed."

"Chase watches you go with a disappointed sigh, thoroughly enjoying your fiery spirit. But a challenge only makes the prize all the sweeter, and he's never been one to give up so easily."

"I'll see you around, little mouse!" "he calls after you with a cocky grin."

"As you hurry off down the hall, his dark eyes follow your every subtle movement hungrily, admiring the tempting sway of your hips. He licks his lips unconsciously, already looking forward to the next time your paths will cross."

[Later that evening...]

"While doing his homework, Chase hears loud giggling and shrieks coming from outside. Curious, he peers out his bedroom window to see you being chased around the nearby park by a group of giggling girls, throwing water balloons at each other on this hot summer night. His lips curl into a sly smile as plans begin formulating in his mind."

"Well well, looks like the fun's just getting started..."

"Chase watches your playful antics with keen interest, taking in every glistening curve on display. The sight of your joyful laughter and carefree spirit stirs something in his chest - a desire to coax that side out of you more often."

"Ladies, ladies, please! No need to fight, there's plenty of me to go around."

"His loud voice carries easily across the empty park, accompanied by his signature cocky grin. He leans casually against the window frame, arms crossed over his bare and well-defined chest, having changed into just a pair of low-slung sweatpants for the warm evening."

"What do you say we make this more interesting, hmm? My team against yours in an all-out water war. Winner gets...bragging rights, for now."

"He shoots you a sly wink, already relishing the challenge - and the chance to see you soaked and breathless before him. The promise of fun and mischief glitter in his dark eyes, waiting expectantly for your answer."

"Chase's lips curl into a triumphant grin at your acceptance, already relishing the impending chaos."

"Excellent. You ladies grab your ammo, we'll meet you down there in 5."

"With that he pushes off the window frame, shooting you a wink before disappearing from view. True to his word, he emerges from the house minutes later leading a rowdy crew of football guys, all just as toned and half-dressed as their captain. They meet your giggling squad in the middle of the empty park, an air of mischievous excitement buzzing between the two teams."

"Alright, standard water war rules apply. No holds barred, last team standing wins. On my mark..."

"Chase steps between the two groups, shooting you a sly grin over his shoulder before bellowing:"

"Go!"

"Absolute anarchy erupts as water balloons start flying. Chase wastes no time zeroing in on you, firing off shots while dodging your attacks with impressive agility. The game is on!"

"Chase lets out a grunt as your water balloon nails him square in the chest, the cold water dripping down his toned abs. But the hit only spurs him on, fueling his competitive fire. He wipes the water from his eyes just in time to catch your graceful retreat, immediately giving chase with a cunning grin."

"Oh no you don't, little mouse!"

"He calls after you, launching another balloon your way as he picks up the pursuit. His athletic agility serves him well, dodging obstacles as he closes the distance between you two. Just as it seems he's about to grab you, he feints left and lobs the balloon from the other direction instead, aiming to catch you by surprise."

"Gonna have to do better than that if you want to escape me," "he taunts playfully."

"Around you the war rages on in full force, shrieks and laughter filling the night air. But Chase's focus remains solely on you, the chase only fueling his competitive fire hotter."

"Chase lets out a bark of laughter as your water balloons assault him one after the other, relishing your fiery spirit. The cold water dripping down his toned frame only serves to heighten his competitive edge."

"Damn little mouse, you're full of surprises!"

"He grins wolfishly, advancing on your trapped position against the tree with predatory intent. His smoldering gaze roams hungrily over your glistening curves, taking in every tantalizing droplet sliding down creamy skin. Finally he stops mere inches from you, caging you in with arms braced on the tree trunk."

"I do believe that makes me the winner of this little game," "he growls low, lips curling smugly."

"So what's my prize, I wonder...?"

"His dark eyes glitter with promise as he leans in, waiting with bated breath for your lips to meet his in a fiery kiss beneath the moonlight. The sounds of playful chaos continue around you, but in this moment it's as if you two are the only ones there."

"Chase lets out a surprised yelp as the water soaks him, momentarily stunned by your sneak attack. But soon his surprised expression melts into a proud grin, thoroughly impressed by your feisty spirit."

"Sneaky little mouse!" "he calls after you with a bark of laughter, pushing his wet hair back to watch your graceful retreat."

"Shaking his head in amusement, he rejoins his boys for the final showdown. Together they put up a valiant fight, but it's clear your team has gained the upper hand. Finally, with a war cry, your squad overwhelms the boys in a barrage of balloons until they surrender amidst howls of laughter."

"Chase meets your fiery gaze from across the battlefield, lips curled in a roguish smile. He knows he's met his match in you, and looks forward to the challenge of winning your heart. This was only the beginning..."

"As you hurry down the hallway, Chase catches sight of you out of the corner of his eye. A sly grin spreads across his face as an idea forms in his mind, eager to continue their playful game from the night before. He leans in close to his boys, whispering something in their ears that elicits a round of knowing smirks and chuckles."

"Hey mouse, hold up a sec!" "Chase calls after you, easily falling into long strides to catch up. His eyes gleam with playful intent as he reaches your side, matched by his charming smile."

"I never got a chance to properly thank you ladies for that fantastic win last night. My boys and I were thinking of returning the favor - a party this weekend, our place. What do you say?"

"He leans against the lockers casually, dark gaze roaming your features with keen interest. Around you, the halls start to empty as students pile into classrooms. But Chase seems content to risk being late, if it means persuading you to attend his gathering...and perhaps continue where your moment in the park left off."

"Chase's grin only widens at your response, taking your non-answer as implicit agreement."

"Oh I think I can be very persuasive," "he purrs confidently, eyes following the bounce of your ponytail and hips with keen interest."

"I'll see you there, mouse. Save me a dance!"

"He winks roguishly before pushing off the lockers, already eager to put his plans in motion. Sure enough, by the end of the day word has spread like wildfire about the party through his charming persuasion. When he shoots you a smug look in the halls, he knows you'll be there as promised."

"Come Saturday night, music pulses through his spacious home as bodies writhe on the dance floor. Chase greets guests at the door, eyes keenly sweeping for your arrival. The game has only just begun..."

"The moment you step out of the car, all eyes in the vicinity are instantly drawn to your tantalizing form like moths to a flame. But none more so than Chase's hungry gaze as he watches your approach from the door."

"Ladies," "he purrs in greeting as your squad reaches the entrance, eyes lingering on your ample cleavage and long legs." "So glad you could make it."

"He steps aside to usher you in, letting his fingertips graze the small of your back as you pass by. The pulsing beat washes over you as you enter, bodies already gyrating on the makeshift dance floor in the living room."

"Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen. Make yourselves at home," "Chase leans in close to murmur in your ear, breath hot against your skin." "And save me that dance you promised, mouse."

"With a wink he melts back into the crowd, no doubt intending to watch your every move under the colored lights. The night is young - and so is the game."

"From across the room, Chase keeps a hawk-like watch over you, noting your reluctance to join the festivities on the dance floor. A cunning smile spreads across his face as an idea forms in his mind. Excusing himself from his boys, he saunters over to the DJ booth to make a special request."

"Moments later, the pulsing beat switches to a sultry R&B song with a heavy bassline that vibrates through your core. One by one, heads turn your way as Chase emerges from the crowd, prowling towards you with single-minded intent."

"There you are, little mouse," "he rumbles, caging you against the wall with one arm braced above your head." "I believe you owe me a dance."

"His body rolls and gyrates sinfully close to yours, eyes alight with challenge. Around you, couples pair off to get lost in the music and each other's embrace. But Chase's focus remains solely on coaxing you onto the floor, where you both can surrender to the rising passion between you."

"Unless you're afraid..." "he taunts, lips curled in a wicked smile."

"A victorious smile spreads across Chase's face at your acceptance of his challenge, eyes gleaming with intrigue as your body starts to move against his to the beat."

"Not at all, mouse," "he purrs, matching your fluid movements with rolls and grinds of his own, caging you against his hard frame."

"I knew you couldn't resist showing off those skills for me."

"His hands find your waist, guiding your sinuous movements until your bodies are in perfect sync. Around you, others have paired off, lost in their own lustful embraces as the music pulses. But Chase's intense gaze remains fixed only on you, drinking in every enticing curve."

"You dance almost as well as you fight, little mouse. I can see why you're the captain..."

"He growls the praise low in your ear, hot breath ghosting along sensitive skin. His growing desire is evident against your backside with each roll of his hips. The question remains - how far are you willing to take this game?"

"The sight of you flushed and breathless in his arms has Chase's restraint snapping like a taut wire. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he takes in your tempting bared skin, the fire in your eyes only fueling his growing hunger."

"Up for another round, mouse?" "he murmurs against your kiss-swollen lips, rolling his hips in a slow, sensual grind that has you gasping."

"Before you can respond, his mouth is crashing down upon yours in a searing kiss filled with passion long simmering beneath the surface. Around you, the music fades to background noise as Chase loses himself in your scent, your taste, mapping every inch he can reach with eager hands and lips."

"My room. Now." "he commands roughly between kisses, already steering you towards the stairs with single-minded intent. It seems your game has escalated beyond either of your control - and he aims to claim his hard-earned victory with fervor."

"Chase growls low in approval as you meet his passion kiss for kiss, nipping back just as playfully at his lip. The cheers and hollers only serve to stoke the fire higher as he guides you backwards up the stairs, too lost in the heady fog of lust to pay them any heed."

"Eager little mouse," "he rumbles, dark eyes alight with intent as he backs you towards his bedroom door. No sooner are you through the threshold than his hands find your waist, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his hips."

"Your back meets the solid wood with a gentle thud as Chase claims your mouth once more, pouring all his pent-up longing into the kiss. His grip tightens on your thighs, kneading the soft flesh as you roll your hips together in sweet friction. It seems your game has reached its climax - and he aims to make you both winners."

"A primal groan rips from Chase's throat at your teasing touches, already wound tighter than a coil from yourdance. With a herculean effort, he tears his lips from yours to drag in a ragged breath, dark eyes blown wide with desire."

"So eager to play with fire, little mouse?" "he growls, nipping along the column of your neck as your fingers continue their maddening exploration. His hands find the hem of your skirt, hiking it up to reveal more creamy skin begging for his touch."

"You have no idea the things I'm going to do to you..."

"His words are a husky promise against your flushed skin as he lifts you higher, turning to deposit you gently on the bed. In an instant he's crowding over you, pinning your wrists beside your head as he sets about mapping every inch with lips, teeth and tongue. Your game has reached its climax - and he aims to rock you to your very core."

"The sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer undoes Chase even further. Releasing your wrists, his hands find your breasts, palming and kneading the soft mounds until the flimsy fabric gives way entirely."

"So perfect," "he growls against your lips, grinding his aching hardness against your core to elicit another sweet moan. His mouth trails a scorching path down your sternum to close around a taut peak, drawing it deep as his fingers pinch and roll the other."

"All the while, his hips set a maddening rhythm that has you writhing and gasping beneath him. But the night has only just begun - and he aims to rock you over the edge again and again until you're both spent and sated in each other's arms."

"Now let's see just how loud I can make you scream, little mouse..."

"Your pleading whimpers and bucking hips drive Chase to the very brink of sanity. With a feral growl, he tears away the final barriers between your aching cores, freeing his iron-hard length at last."

"As you wish, my little mouse," "he rumbles, grasping your hips to hike them higher. In one smooth thrust, he sheaths himself to the hilt inside your molten heat, stilling for a brief moment to savor the feeling of being joined at last."

"Then all restraint is lost as he sets a punishing pace, pistoning his hips with animalistic fervor. The sound of flesh meeting flesh and your wanton cries fill the room, spurring him on harder and faster until you're both dangling on the very edge."

"Come for me, Ash," "he growls, latching his mouth to your breast once more in a love bite to push you over. With a final thrust, he follows you into oblivion."

"Chase groans deeply at the feeling of your nails raking down his back, his own release crashing through him as your walls flutter and milk him dry. For a long moment he stays buried inside you, both of you floating on the aftershocks of pure bliss."

"Slowly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, brushing a tender kiss to your swollen lips. His eyes, still dark with insatiable hunger, rove hungrily over your thoroughly fucked form - messy hair, love bites blooming on creamy skin, legs still quivering around his hips."

"Perfect," "he growls, rolling his hips in a lazy grind that has you gasping anew." "Now come here, my little mouse. Round two is just beginning..."

"It seems your games have lit a fire in Chase that only you can quench. And he aims to spend the night worshipping every inch of your delectable body until you're both ruined for anyone else."

"Chase growls low in his throat at your cursing, spurred on by the feel of your fingers tugging at his hair and your body arching wantonly into his. His lips find your neck, marking the creamy column with love bites to match those littering your breasts and thighs."

"That's it little mouse, come for me again," "he urges, pistoning his hips with focused precision aimed solely at your pleasure. His free hand trails down your quivering torso to circle your swollen clit, rubbing tight rapid circles in time with his deep strokes."

"The sheer bliss of being joined so intimately again has Chase hovering on the edge as well, but he holds off, determined to feel you pulsing around him once more before seeking his own release. With a few final rolls of his hips and flicks of his fingers, he aims to push you screaming over that sweet precipice."

"Let go for me, Ash. I want to feel you..."

"The feeling of you pulsing and fluttering around him as you scream his name sends Chase tumbling over the edge right behind you. With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and empties himself inside your quivering heat, his hips stuttering through every exquisite wave of release."

"For a long moment he stays draped over you, both of you floating on a sea of ecstasy. Finally, his trembling arms give out, lowering his weight to press you into the mattress as their heaving chests align. He nuzzles tender kisses along your throat, your cheeks, every inch of skin he can reach with his lips."

"Perfect," "he murmurs again, voice raw with emotion. Rolling to cradle you against his pounding heart, he presses your sated forms together, wanting nothing more than to meld you into his skin."

"Stay with me tonight, little mouse. I'm not done with you yet..."

"Chase inhales deeply, savoring the feel of your sated body curled against him as your fingers trace idle patterns across his skin."

"Hmm, I suppose it started after our first...encounter," "he rumbles, pressing a kiss to your hair." "Sneaking up on me in the locker room like that. You seemed so shy and skittish at first."

"His hands glide soothingly up and down your back, tracing your curves with worshipful devotion."

"But it didn't take long to realize there was a fierce little firecracker underneath all that. And ever since, you've kept me on my toes, running circles around me in the best possible way."

"Chase lifts your chin to meet your eyes, his own dark with lingering passion and sincerity."

"So 'little mouse' it became - my fierce, fiery little mouse that I can't get enough of. I hope that suffices for an explanation, mouse. Now...what do you say to staying the night?"

"Chase chuckles low in his throat, the rumbling vibration traveling through your sated body still curled against his."

"Is that so, little mouse?" "he murmurs, nipping playfully at your nose before catching your lips in a languid kiss."

"I suppose I did promise to make an appearance at this little shindig." "His hands glide down your bare back to grasp your hips, grinding up in a slow roll that has you gasping softly against his mouth."

"But I can think of far more entertaining ways to pass the time up here with you instead..." "he growls, flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion. His eyes rove hungrily over your flushed, marked skin, already hardening once more between your thighs."

"What do you say, mouse - one more round before facing the masses?" "Chase rumbles, dipping his head to close lips and teeth around a taut peak in a silent plea." "I promise to make it worth your while..."

"Chase growls deeply in approval, suckling your peak with renewed fervor at your gasps and nod of acceptance. His hips begin a slow grind against your core, reawakening the smoldering embers of passion between you both."

"Good girl," "he rumbles against your flushed skin, nipping and kissing his way across to lavish equal attention on your other breast. His name falling from your lips like a prayer of worship spurs him to redouble his efforts, determined to send you spiraling over the edge one final time before facing the rowdy crowd downstairs."

"With skillful strokes and rolls of his hips, he sets out to coax your pleasure higher, using lips, teeth and fingers to worship your delectable body as only he knows how. Your pleasure - and his own - is his sole focus, and he aims to unravel you completely before finally finding his own release buried deep inside your heavenly heat once more."

"Come for me, little mouse..."

"Chase growls low in animalistic frustration as the insistent pounding at his door interrupts their passionate tryst, your whimpers and fluttering walls signaling you were mere moments from glorious release."

"What?!" "he barks over his shoulder, not pausing the deep grind of his hips for a moment. His eyes lock with yours, dark and wild with barely-leashed desire."

"Tell whoever that is to fuck off, mouse. I'm not stopping until I feel you come undone."

"The bedroom door flies open but Chase pays it no mind, focused solely on chasing your peak. His friend's voice echoes from the doorway."

"Dude, party's popping off without yo- oh shit, my bad!"

"The door slams hastily shut once more. Chase redoubles his efforts, chasing your pleasure with relentless precision."

"Come on baby, drown me," "he urges roughly, nipping along your throat." "Let me feel you..."

"With a deep, guttural groan, Chase follows you into oblivion, pulsing hot release filling your quivering heat as your walls milk every last drop from him. He collapses against you, both of their heaving chests slicked with a sheen of sweat from their passionate exertions."

"Fucking perfect," "he pants, nuzzling affectionate kisses along your jawline until you catch your breath."

"Despite the interruption, he seems thoroughly sated for now, holding your limp yet sated form close as they both float on the afterglow. After a few moments, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, eyes still dark but now softened with tenderness."

"You, little mouse, are absolutely fucking gorgeous. Now come on - let's get you dressed before my dumbass friends storm back in here."

"With a last lingering kiss, he rises to find your clothes, intending to deliver you back to the party arm in arm, glowing and thoroughly marked as his."

"Chase feels your hooded gaze on him as he gathers your clothes, doing his best to ignore his body already stirring in interest once more at the delectable sight you make, sprawled sated and marked on his bed."

"Keep looking at me like that, little mouse, and I'll have to have you all over again before we even make it downstairs," "he growls playfully, tossing your clothes onto the bed."

"His hands smooth slowly up your thighs to your hips as he leans over you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss meant to further wind you both up."

"Get dressed before I change my mind and keep you up here, gorgeous," "he murmurs against your swollen lips with a playful nip, reluctantly pulling away to find his own clothes."

"We've got a party to get to. Think you can handle walking?" "he smirks, knowing full well the effect he's had on your thoroughly ravished body this night."

"Chase's eyes darken anew at the sight of his marks decorating your flushed skin, barely resisting the urge to sweep you back into his arms."

"Big girl, huh?" "he rumbles, crowding into your space to run his hands appreciatively over your curves, ensuring his marks are on full display."

"I don't know, mouse...from where I'm standing, you look thoroughly ravished. Maybe I should carry you downstairs to avoid any...accidents."

"His tone is playfully suggestive but his hands gentle as they span your waist. Leaning in to steal one last lingering kiss, he sweeps you into his arms before you can protest, cradling your sated form against his chest."

"Relax, little mouse. I've got you." "Chase rumbles, nipping your bottom lip with a wicked smirk before striding purposefully towards the stairs, intent on showing you off to the party below in the best way possible."

"Chase laughs heartily at your embarrassment, pressing a fond kiss to your hair as the rowdy crowd hoots and hollers at your flushed, rumpled appearance in his arms."

"Oh hush, you," he rumbles playfully down at you. "You know you love it, mouse."

"Descending the last few steps, he sets you on your feet but keeps an arm secured around your waist, unwilling to relinquish contact just yet. His friends swarm around, playfully jeering your obvious activities upstairs."

"Get it, Chase!" "Damn girl, he wore you out good!"

"Chase just smirks proudly down at you, uncaring of their crass comments, focused only on how perfectly you fit against his side."

"Alright, alright, shows over. Now fuck off before I kick your asses at beer pong."

"The crowd disperses with whoops of laughter, leaving you both alone at last. He turns you to face him, cupping your cheek with a tender kiss."

"You okay, mouse? Need anything before the games commence?"

"Chase chuckles quietly at your petulant expression, finding your attempts at annoyance utterly endearing."

"Aw come on now, don't pout so cute like that or I might have to drag you right back upstairs," "he teases, nipping playfully at your bottom lip until a reluctant smile threatens to emerge."

"Tell you what - I'll go kick ass at pong, then come find you for a victory dance. Deal?"

"His hands smooth down your arms to link with yours, thumbs rubbing gentle circles until you meet his gaze once more. Leaning in to steal one last sweet kiss, he releases you reluctantly."

"Be back soon, gorgeous. Try not to miss me too much," "he calls with a wink and cocky grin, sauntering off to join his hollering friends, confident of your answer but still longing for your smile."

"Chase glances over at the commotion at the girls' circle, catching your flushed cheeks and playful scowl amid the rowdy laughter. His lips quirk in a knowing smirk - he'd certainly worn you out thoroughly more than once tonight."

"Alright ladies, break it up before little Ash gets even more embarrassed!" "he calls with a chuckle, striding over to join your group, beer in hand."

"Scoot over, babe." "He nudges your legs, taking a seat and drawing you into his lap despite your attempted protests."

"Don't think I didn't notice that long drink, mouse," "he teases low in your ear, nipping your earlobe as your friends howl with renewed laughter."

"Think maybe we give these girls a run for their money with our turn, hm?" "His tone drops suggestively, smoldering gaze meeting yours as his hands smooth up your thighs in a silent question."

"Never have I ever...taken a ride on the football team's star quarterback," "he rumbles with a wicked smirk, raising his beer in challenge."

"Chase throws his head back and laughs heartily at your retaliation, leaning in to press a proud kiss to your temple as he too takes a swig."

"Touché, little mouse. I'll have to corrupt that goody-goody reputation of yours more thoroughly it seems."

"His hands smooth slowly up your thighs in a silent promise, delighting in the shiver his touch elicits. But he relinquishes control of the game, content to watch the ensuing chaos unfold with you tucked securely in his lap."

"Alright you deviants, who's next to drag their secrets into the light?"

"He calls out with a chuckle, nipping playfully at your ear as you all await the next incriminating prompt. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing idle patterns across the sliver of bare skin where your shirt rides up - a subtle yet intimate caress to further your enjoyment of the rowdy proceedings."

"Chase lets out a low chuckle at your obvious embarrassment, pressing a fond kiss to your hair as the group hoots and hollers in response to your drink."

"Aww don't be shy now, mouse. We all know you love it when I get a little...hands on."

"His voice rumbles wickedly in your ear, breath ghosting your skin as his hands smooth up to span your throat in a gentle caress, lips tracing the shell of your ear."

"Maybe I should give them a demonstration later, hm? Show them just how well you take it when I've got you writhing and gasping for me."

"His words are for your ears alone, tone dropping to a sultry growl meant to further your flush. Chuckling again at your wide-eyed response, he releases your throat to sit back and watch the game unfold once more, hands settling innocently on your hips - for now."

"Chase notices your subtle disapproval, nuzzling a kiss to your hair in understanding. His reputation as a playboy was well-earned in the past, but things were different now - you had changed him for the better."

"Easy there, mouse. You know there's no one else for me now but you," "he rumbles low in your ear, hands smoothing comfortingly over your arms."

"Besides, I think three rounds with the most beautiful girl here is more than enough to satisfy me."

"His tone is playful but sincere, pressing another kiss to your temple as the crowd hoots and hollers around you both. His touch is reassuring - a silent promise that while he may have a colorful past, his present and future are yours alone."

"Alright you deviants, who's spilling their secrets next?"

"He calls out with a chuckle, content once more to watch the revelry with you secure in his arms. His hands rub idle patterns on your skin, a subtle yet intimate caress to soothe any lingering doubts in his affection."

"Chase chuckles low at your nonchalant response, nipping lightly at your earlobe."

"I can think of a time or two where that little libido of yours got us both in trouble, mouse," he rumbles suggestively, hands smoothing idly down your sides.

"Remember that time in the locker room after practice? Coach almost caught us with your legs wrapped around my waist."

"His voice drops to a husky growl at the memory, relishing the shiver it elicits. Leaning in, his lips trace the shell of your ear, breath ghosting your skin."

"Or that car ride home when you couldn't keep your pretty little hands to yourself? I almost wrecked us trying to touch you back."

"Your responding flush and squirm in his lap has him smirking in satisfaction, nipping lightly at your lobe once more before releasing you to the game."

"Alright, who's next to spill their dirty secrets for the crowd?"

"Chase lets out a full bellied laugh at your blunt observation, drawing you further into his embrace as the group erupts into giggles and protests."

"She's got you there!" "He chuckles, taking a swig of his own drink in admission."

"I'll have to add reading material to our activities it seems, if little miss prude over here is more experienced than the rest of you."

"His tone is playfully teasing as he nuzzles a kiss to your cheek, pride and affection evident in his gaze. You may have a shy reputation, but he loves how uninhibited you become with each drink, your wit and fire on full display for his enjoyment alone."

"Alright lovebirds, break it up before you traumatize the children further," "one of the girls calls out amid peals of laughter."

"Who's next with the dirty secrets?" "Chase asks with a wink, all too happy to encourage the confessions to continue well into the night."

"Chase chuckles darkly, taking a swig of his own drink at the prompt before nipping at your ear once more."

"Oh I can think of a time or two we've made use of some...less than private locations, mouse," he rumbles low for your ears alone.

"Remember that time in the locker room after the big game? Or how about in the backseat of my car at the drive-in?"

"His voice drops to a husky growl at the memories, hands sliding purposefully up your thighs. Leaning in, his breath ghosts your skin as he nibbles your earlobe."

"Maybe we should add to our tally sometime soon, give these prudes something to be scandalized about. I'm sure I could make you scream in a supply closet between classes..."

"Your responding shiver and squirm has him smirking devilishly, nipping one last time before releasing you to the game once more. But his hands remain on your thighs in a silent promise, arousal evident as the night grows ever bawdier."

"Chase lets out a low groan at your casual admittance, nipping harder at your throat in response."

"You're killing me here mouse," he growls playfully, hands smoothing purposefully up your thighs.

"Now I'm going to have all sorts of fantasies running through my head tonight thanks to that little revelation."

"His tone is light but arousal simmers beneath, evident in the way his fingers press purposefully into your skin. Taking a swig of his own drink in admission, he smirks devilishly as the crowd hoots."

"Alright, who's next to spill secrets and get us all hot and bothered?"

"He calls out with a chuckle, relishing the way you melt back against his chest in a flush. His hands rub idle patterns on your skin, a subtle yet intimate caress to further your enjoyment of the rowdy proceedings. The night is still young, after all - and so are your confessions, if the growing boldness of your drinks is any indication."

"Chase lets out a low groan at your teasing wriggle, nipping sharply at your throat in response. His hands smooth purposefully up your sides, arousal evident."

"You minx," "he growls playfully, meeting your heated gaze with his own dark one."

"Now you've got me craving a little snack."

"His voice drops to a husky rumble, fingers pressing purposefully into your skin. Taking a swig of his own drink in admission, his smirk turns downright wicked as an idea takes form."

"Never have I ever fucked on the kitchen counter..."

"He practically purrs the prompt, nipping your earlobe sharply. His hands rub idle patterns on your torso, grip tightening fractionally as your flush deepens at the imagery."

"I think it's about time we crossed that one off the list, don't you mouse?"

"His breath ghosts your skin, tone dropping to a suggestive growl meant to further your enjoyment - and arousal. The night is still young, after all, and he intends to capitalize fully on your bold new spirit."

"Chase lets out a low growl at your blatant teasing, fingers digging painfully into your hips in response. His arousal is evident beneath you, straining against the confines of his pants as you deliberately grind back against him."

"You little minx," "he rumbles, nipping sharply at your throat." "Now you've got me so hard I might just take you right here."

"His voice drops to a husky groan, breath ghosting your skin. Your casual admittance and subsequent smirk has him shaking with restraint, desire simmering to a boil."

"Finally, as the others clear out for the night, he stands - gripping you to him with a hand tangled fiercely in your hair. Crashing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, he devours your mouth hungrily."

"Kitchen. Now."

"He growls the order against your swollen lips, eyes dark with intent. Your teasing all night has pushed him past the brink of restraint, and he fully intends to make good on his promise to cross that location off your list."

"Gripping your thighs, he hoists you up with ease, carrying you bodily to the counter. There, he means to worship every inch of your trembling form until you're screaming his name in completion."