Content Warning: Smut

I can't deny it, I won't fight it

Chase let out a deep moan the moment he was fully buried in me. I whimpered, feeling his cσck stretching me in a painful but delicious way. Chase moved hesitantly, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning, but one slipped out anyways.

It was so fucking hot watching Chase get lost in the pleasure of fucking me. His hands went to my waist, digging into my flesh and holding me to the bed as he slowly pulled out of my wetness and then pushed back in.

I watched through hazy eyes as Chase began to set a pace, his hips moving at various speeds as I tried to keep up with him. "Fนck, Ivy, you feel so good." Chase's sweet Georgian accent somehow seemed so much thicker and deeper. I felt a rush of pleasure whenever he said my name and I never wanted him to stop.

"Say my name again," he just laughed and fell down on top of me.

Chase's elbows landed on both sides of my head. My arms automatically wrapped around his waist. His skin was so soft as I ran my fingernails up and down his back. Chase groaned, finding my lips, and then he moaned my name so fucking loud it took all I had to not come.

The connection between was us indescribable. I could feel every inch of Chase; his taunt body and his thick member rubbing against my most sensitive spots.

Chase's hand came up to cup my face, "Ivy Lynn," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me. I whimpered into the kiss, falling and falling into the abyss that is Chase Elliott. This man had my mind, body, and soul - just by him saying my fucking name.

"I wanna see you." Chase kissed my neck and then rolled us over so I was now on top. He helped me to my knees and then groaned when I sat firmly on him.

Placing my hands on his muscular stomach, I pushed myself off of him and then back down. "Oh, shit." My head fell forward as I did it again and again. Chase moved my hair out of my face, and then his hands were everywhere on me. My breast, holding them and rubbing my sensitive nipples with his thumbs, and then down my waist to the junction of our connected bodies.

He pressed a finger to my clɨt and my body jerked forward.

"I'm going to come if you do that again," I confessed. Chase just smiled and then made a face that took me back to yesterday morning when I saw him in the shower. His mouth fell open and his eyes slammed shut. I knew he was close to losing it and that gave me the incentive to make it oh so fucking good for him.

I grabbed his hand from my center and brought it up to my lips as I continued to ride him. Chase's lustful eyes locked with mine as I darted my tongue out to taste my wetness on his fingers. "Fuck," Chase groaned, bucking his hips up faster into mine. I enclosed my mouth around two of his fingers and began to suck.

I felt his cock twitch as he lost complete control.

He cursed my name, grabbed a hold of my hip with his free hand, and stilled beneath me as he shot his hot load in my pussy. "Fuck, Chase!" His orgasm triggered my own, that giant wave from earlier crashing over me with a such intense force that I couldn't hold myself up anymore.

I fell onto the bed next to Chase, both of us blissfully fucked and trying to catch our breaths. "That was so fucking amazing." Chase rolled over to look at me, pacing his thumb at my chin, and tipped my head up.

He kissed me tenderly, so different from the way he just did. I felt a swarm of butterflies flutter to life with this single touch. "How did I get so lucky?" Chase whispered, more to himself than for me to hear. I kissed him back, conveying that I was the lucky one.

We settled into bed then, my head on his chest with his arms wrapped around me. The sun was still high in the sky but we made no move to go out and enjoy it. Instead, I listened to the steady beat of his heart as we both slowly drifted to sleep.

**

"Is there anything you can't do?" Chase chuckled, throwing the fishing line over the side of the boat. After our post-coitus nap, we decided to pack a lunch and head out on the boat. Chase was fishing as I lay on the bench as the sun kissed my skin.

The waters were calm and the sky has never been so blue. This moment was perfect.

"I can't read your mind." I peeked at Chase from over my sunglasses as he looked at me waiting for him to go on but he didn't. I watched as he reeled in his line, and threw it back out.

"Why do you say that?" Chase sat the rod in his stand, grabbed a beer, and took a swig. It was like he was stalling.

"Swim with me?" He held his hand out for me to grab and soon enough, we both jumped into the warm tropical waters.

Chase swam over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist so mine went around his shoulders. "How did I get so lucky?"

"You need to be a little more specific there, Chase," I laughed.

"I meant you." I felt myself blush so I hid my face in his neck.

"I don't think you mean that."

"I think I do." I felt his lips just below my ear. "It's so crazy to say this, but I've felt so alive since I met you." I pulled back to look at him, "I know, it's insane because we don't know each other that well, but..." he grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers together, "I feel something growing between us that I never felt before."

I searched Chase's eyes, waiting for this to be a joke because stuff like this just doesn't happen to me.

"I never expected to meet someone who doesn't care that I'm a racecar driver, who doesn't care that I own millions and live a lavish lifestyle. I mentioned all of this to you and you didn't care. Instead, you made a snide comment that we get whatever we want and selfishly, I want you, Ivy Lynn. Which is fucking crazy! I just met you and..." I shut him up with my lips and Chase immediately moaned into my mouth, twirling us around so my back hit the boat.

My legs wrapped around his waist and I felt him growing hard against me.

"I don't know what it is, Chase, but I feel the same way." I looked into his eyes and then kissed him again. "I don't know what it is, but I want this just as much as you."

"Stay with me for the rest of the week?" I nodded yes, wanting nothing more than to spend my every waking moment with this man.

Chase attacked my lips, his tongue licking his way into my mouth. His hands moved down my ass, pushing my bikini bottoms to the side so he could slide his fingers against my clɨt.

I'd never met a man who knew how to touch a woman like Chase and soon enough I was coming with his name on my lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come." Chase's voice was husky and thick with lust. I bit his lip and pushed down his shorts so I could wrap my hands around him. I stroked him a few times before I wrapped my legs around him.

I held onto Chase tightly as he fucked me against his boat. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as my heels pushed against his ass. "You feel so fucking good," I groaned, biting his neck. "Fuck me harder." Chase groaned, moving me up and down off his cock, using the weightlessness of the ocean to hold me up.

"Come with me?" He begged, the tip of his cσck right at my entrance.

"Yes!" I felt that familiar pull of my orgasm and allowed it to wash completely over me. "Chase!" I came with a shutter, holding onto Chase as my body shook.

"Fuck!" Chase bit my shoulder as he came, moaning and sighing so loudly.

I felt like a love-struck fool when he looked at me, his eyes were bright, and that smile of his unraveled my soul.

Chase placed his hand on the side of my face and kissed me one last time before helping me back up on the boat.

**

"That's it, I'm going to marry you." I moaned around a bite of salmon that Chase just finished cooking for us. "You have officially raised my standards so high." Chase just laughed taking a bite of some steamed broccoli. "Seriously, I haven't met a man yet who can cook like this."

"Well, aren't I the lucky one?" He winked at me and I just rolled my eyes. "It's all my mom, honestly. Whenever I wasn't at the racetrack with my dad, I was in the kitchen learning how to cook. I know it wasn't the normal teenager thing to do, but I love it." Chase shrugged his shoulder like it wasn't a big deal. I could tell my comments were making him proud and I admire his humble way of shrugging them off.

"Ya know, if this whole racing thing doesn't work out, I think Clyde Elliott would make a really good Chef name." It was Chase's turn to roll his eyes and laughed at me.

Talking to Chase was so easy; he told me about his early start in racing and how he wonders if his last name got him to where he is today or if it was his talent. I reassured Chase it has to be his talent, even though I'd never seen a race a day in my life, I knew he was passionate about it.

"You wouldn't believe the pressure I was under." I lay in Chase's arms as we watched the sunset from the balcony off the master suite. "I felt like my first year in Cup was a complete failure. I won Rookie of the Year and Most Popular Driver but yet I had no win to my name. I would leave the racetrack not wanting to come back." I could hear the brokenness in his voice. I took his hand in mine, rubbing my thumb across his soft skin. "You have no idea how much my last name haunted me."

"I can't imagine," I whispered, "I wish I could have been there for you during that time. You probably felt so alone." Chase stiffened beneath me and then let out a sigh.

"I did have someone there. She stood by my side at the beginning of the race but she was nowhere to be found when I climbed out of my car. She only showed up when the cameras were around. I would reach out to her during my darkest times and she only told me to drive faster and harder. She made me feel like an idiot for being down about how I wasn't performing."

"No one should make you feel that way, Chase."

"I realized that a week later when I was flipping upside down at Talladega." I gasped hearing this, I didn't realize how scary a wreck could be going at high speeds. "It was one of those moments that felt like minutes rather than seconds. I realized this was it - the lowest point of my career and nothing could ever top this." Chase laughed and shook his head, "I got back to my motorhome and found my girlfriend fucking another driver who wrecked out earlier. I realized that was the lowest point of my life. I honestly thought she was end game, can you believe that?"

"Oh my gosh, Chase, I'm so sorry that happened. That makes me angry though. How could someone go behind your back and sleep with a competitor? How could she not be there for you during your darkest time? Didn't she see how down you were getting? I swear, if you were mine I would be right by your side during your highs and lows and you wouldn't even have to question our relationship because when I love someone, they know it." I huffed, I was so mad that this girl just used Chase for his status and personal gain.

Chase shifted a little so he could look at me. "What?" I couldn't read his expression.

"Where have you been?" He tilted my head back, leaning down to kiss me. I melted into the kiss, realizing the depths of his question. I pulled back, searching his eyes for answers I don't even have questions for.

"I'm here now, Chase, and that's all that matters."