Sunday Chase Pt. 03

*All characters are fictional and are not intended to represent any real life individuals. As always, I value any feedback and hope you enjoy the series.*

It's Sunday morning yet again, a whole week gone by in a blur. I sit in my car, replaying the interactions from last week. The sight of you, the flirting, the thoughts of passion that continue to play in my mind. My chest rises with a deep inhale, before letting out a slow sigh. Surely this isn't all in my head, that spark, that beginning little flame that started last week? There must be more yet to be uncovered.

I grip the steering wheel, my mind racing if I should even head into the grocery store, if I should continue this pursuit of passion, or abandon any hopes of what we might experience, what we might become.

I glance again towards the entrance, and to my surprise, I catch the sight of you entering the store. I watch you, the way you walk so confidently, the way you move so fluid. The wind catches your hair giving it a gentle flutter. I cannot help but turn off the car and quickly make my way to the doors. Grabbing a shopping cart, I head inside, acutely aware of the pounding in my chest.

Once the familiar sounds of the store surround me, the smell of the bakery, the clinking of metal carts, I take another deep breath. I steel my nerves, knowing today you are alone, and I can be more forward. I can see if I have caught your eye and attention the same way you have mine. I push my way down the first aisle, wandering a little briskly, grabbing a few items but with more of my focus on catching up to you.

Finally, I round the corner to the next aisle, and there you are. I become acutely aware as my heart instantly begins pounding in my chest by instinct, feeling my pulse beat in my ears, and the blush that creeps along my neck. I admire you, the way your black yoga pants highlight your legs and showcase the round, firm bottom I have come to adore. My eyes move higher, taking in the sight of your bright pink sports tank, the way it gives a subtle glimpse of your cleavage and highlights your curves. Drifting even higher taking in the soft look of your lips, my mind already imagining them pressed against mine, and your eyes, bright and cheery. I can imagine them looking up at me as you kneel in front of me.

I shake my head clearing the inappropriate thoughts as I move my cart closer. I focus on my list and the items on the shelf, picking up items and reading the nutrition facts to act nonchalant. Suddenly my concentration is broken as my cart shakes. I turn my attention to find your cart pressed against mine, you are giggling lightly with a smile on your face. "Oops, didn't see you there" you playfully tease. Your eyes, however, reveal the truth that this was no accident.

My eyes meet yours, our gazes locked as I look deeply into those welcoming eyes. "We really should exchange numbers this time, you know, for insurance purposes" I joke lightly smiling, but inside my stomach is knots, wondering if I'm being to forward.

The gentle giggle that again escapes your lips is like music to my ear. Sending warmth and arousal through to my very core. I gaze into your eyes and hear you whisper softly, "You just want my number." Our gazes don't waver from each other, and for a second a mutual lust burns through our eyes, I see the subtle way your breath quickens. Your sentence is not an accusation, not hesitant or questioning, but more of an observation, a statement of fact.

I move the carts and step closer, just inches from you. I hold your gaze and I decide to be bold and daring. "I want far more than your number, I want to consume you, to feel you in every single aspect. For weeks you have dominated my thoughts, my actions, my very being." The words slip from my lips before they can be filtered, and my blush deepens. But its too late now, they are out there and unable to be erased. I always seem to be on my heels with you, my confidence shaken from your beauty, but this is not a moment to be a coward. "You have no idea the lengths you have unknowingly invaded my mind."

I witness your eyes widen, those doe-like eyes meet mine. I can see the visible shiver run up your spine as my words sink in, a soft sigh escaping your lips. The adorable rosy color creeping into your cheeks as you glance down timidly, yet you stay where you are. Rather than pull away, rather than slap me, or act with disgust, you look back up to me and whisper quiet as a mouse "I have to admit I have been thinking of you too."

Your words are like a shockwave through me, a ball of excitement that starts in my chest ballooning out until it envelops me. "I hate seeing you with your partner, every touch, every laugh, I've jealously wished it was me," my confession escapes my lips without hesitation.

Suddenly, an unexpected response occurs. You let out a laugh, your shoulders shaking from laughter as I stare in confusion. Tears escape your eyes and you wipe them away as you catch your breath and smile. Finally, you return your gaze to me "Have you not approached me because of him? That's my stepbrother. We spend every Sunday with everyone for a family meal. We come here to get the list for the meal."

I positive the confused look on my face is a sight as it turns to realization and embarrassment. I look away to hide my embarrassment, clearing my throat with a cough. I return to looking at you and speak ashamed "I spent so much time jealous of him for no reason?"

You smile and reach out touching my hand as you respond "It's ok, I appreciate you working up the courage now." You touch is electric, sending a jolt of adrenaline through me. I see the look in your eyes, part amusement, part excitement, and a deeper look of attraction that emboldens me.

I step closer to you, my figure inches from yours as I whisper "That's good to know, because the things I have imagined, the things I will do to you, really would be difficult for you to hide." My words strike true, and I see goosebumps form on your skin as you sharply intake a breath. Your eyes are wide and entranced with mine, and I cannot help but reach out touching your hand, sliding up your arm then down to your waist.

I feel you tremble but instinctively push closer to me. I let my voice ring low and deep "I need your number, then I need you." I tighten my hand on your waist as a subtle but powerful show of my need and dominance. You let out an uncontrollable sigh, then reach out for my phone. I hand it to you watching you enter your contact information.

You hand me back my phone smiling with a trembling hand. I take my hand, slipping it back into my pocket I speak with power, a subtle growl, "Follow me." I take your hand in mine, abandoning our carts as I lead you through the store. You follow eagerly, maybe a little timid as you glance around. I cast one look around before pushing through the swinging doors to the back. The sounds of the store fade behind us replaced by the hum of refrigerators and the quiet noise of an empty loading area.

I glance around, hurriedly searching for a quiet discreet spot before the mood changes. My body alight with need and burning desire. Seeing a stack of crates in a corner I notice there is a space behind them that is sure to be free from view. I immediately move towards the spot, tugging you behind me by your hand. My mind races at the possibilities, my imagination becoming reality increasing my breathing, and wondering what is going through your mind.

As we reach the secluded spot we squeeze behind the crates into a quiet intimate dark corner. Your breathing is already heavy as you whisper "We shouldn't be doing this. What if we get..." but your words are cut short as my lips crash against yours. My hand snake around your waist as my tongue invades your mouth from weeks of pining and need. At first you tense in surprise, but quickly relax into the kiss, your arms snaking around my neck pressing closer, obviously as excited as I am.

Feeling your acceptance, your passion burning as hot as mine, my lips continue to ravish you, a deep groan of pleasure hisses from me as my hands roam from your waist down to the firm round shape of your butt. Pulling your hips to mine I feel you respond, pushing forward against me. My entire mind swims with thoughts, but one stands out stronger than the rest, I need to taste you, to experience the nectar from your core. I sink to my knees before you, grabbing your right leg draping it over my shoulder. You reach up biting into your finger to silence your moans as your other hand instinctively grips my hair.

I look up at you, our eyes locked, both our breathing heavy, but the swell of your chest rising and falling quickly elicits a groan of need from me. My fingers hook into the waistband of your yoga pants, and without hesitation I tug them down, just enough to expose my goal, my destination. Your scent floods my nostrils, and I breath in deeply, inhaling the mix of musky sweetness that is uniquely yours. I close my eyes savoring it, relishing it filling my sense of smell. I slowly open my eyes and look up at you, my eyes dark, full of lust, seeking permission.

You meet my gaze, and continue to bite your finger, and finally you give one subtle nod of approval. Your permission is like a light switch, and I need no encouragement. Without skipping a beat my mouth descends on you, my mouth clamping over your sex like a starved person finally consuming a meal. I lick and suck at your already dripping core, savoring the taste of you as it floods my mouth. You can hear an audible sigh of pleasure from my lips. My left hand reaches up rubbing your thigh rested on my shoulder, my right hand creeps up to grip your ass.

I look up at you and witness your head leaning back against the wall, your breathing heavy and your eyes rolled back slightly as you bite into your finger more aggressively to stifle your moans. But soon, my eagerness turns to pleasure, wanting to ensure your body shivers from skill rather than brute force. I release the clamp of my mouth, licking to your clit, circling it with my tongue as I feel your hips push forward against my mouth. My heart races in my chest, and my hands continue to rub along the feel of you. I continue to look up at you gauging your face to find the pace and actions that drive you wild. As I continue to tease your clit, my tongue flicking generously, I feel a shiver run through you.

But this isn't a single pleasure, not one sensation. I slide my tongue back down and begin to push it inside you, feeling your walls clamp around my wet tender flesh of my tongue. Despite biting your finger, a gasp escapes your lips and I sink my tongue in until I'm able to press my nose against your clit. I swirl it around inside you, tasting and teasing your velvety walls as my nose rubs over your little nub. Your hand tightens in my hair gripping it for leverage, your leg simultaneously tightening around my shoulders. My mouth is a flurry of activity, focused with one purpose in mind, to make you climax.

My fingers tighten into your flesh as I close my eyes to relish every taste of this long awaited moment. I feel your grip tightening, your leg shivering and despite the short time of attention, I can feel your climax swelling inside, part pleasure, part excitement from the public act, and part pent up desire that has been building between us for weeks. I push my tongue deep sucking at you, ensuring my nose rubs your clit harder, your desire dripping from the corners of my mouth down my chin.

Finally, its there. You bite down on your finger harder to mute the moan that escapes your lips as much as possible. A deep moan swells and floods from your throat into your body, your body tenses around me, gripping me before devolving into a tremble that spreads through your entire body. I suck at you, feeling your gentle gush of nectar. I'm unwilling to waste your flavor as your body shakes with attempts to contain yourself. I continue to tend to you until I feel your grip relax. Your leg slowly easing the pressure against me. I open my eyes looking up at you as I see your breathing slow and your eyes creep open looking down at me. A mischievous grin blossoms on your face.

Slowly I pull my mouth from you, ensuring you have clear view of the saliva that clings from your intimate sex to my lips. I seductively lick my lips for your viewing pleasure, my eyes dark with satisfaction. Your leg slips from my shoulder, and I lean in offering a single deep kiss to your inner thigh, before pulling your pants back up. Rising from my knees I notice the bright red flush of your skin on your neck and cheeks. Leaning in, my lips meet yours, sharing the taste of my spit and your essence with you.

A sigh escapes you and you open your mouth to speak, but my finger silences you. I wipe my mouth, then take your hand in mine, guiding us quietly from our discreet corner. Pushing our way through the swinging doors the rush of cool air meets us chilling our sweat that has beaded on our skin. Without saying a word I guide us back to the aisle we left, to find our baskets missing. Perhaps we took more time than expected and staff found our unattended carts.

We look at each other and laugh together. I lean in kissing you gently on the cheek and feel you press into my kiss. Afterwards I whisper, "Best Sunday Ever."

My eyes meet yours seeing your blush still present but your skin returning to a normal color. You put a hand on my chest and whisper "I need to shop and get going, but I think Sundays are going to be the best day of the week." With a gentle shove you push me away and turn. I make a move to follow you but you glance over your shoulder grinning and shake your head 'no'. "Behave, until next Sunday." I watch as you saunter away with a bit more excitement in your step. With one last glance back you wave, and blow me a kiss. My mind reels as I make my way out of the store back to my car and think to myself. "Best Sunday Ever... For Now."