Page 12 of Chance Encounter

Chance’s eyes heat from across the room. I watch as he slowly gets up and moves to stand by the edge of the couch.

“I think you might be at a disadvantage with your ankle.” He runs one hand up my calf to the slowly growing bulge in my pants. “But that gives me the chance to take advantage of you fully,” he smirks, unzipping my jeans. “I’ve always wanted to see what you have to work with under here.”

Leaning back, I put my hands behind my head. “By all means, please indulge your curiosity.”

“Well, well, well, we might end up being friends after all.” Chance slides my zipper down. His once chocolatey brown eyes are now almost black as he watches his hand’s movement. Mine close as his rough fingers skate along the exposed skin and pull my pants and underwear down to my knees in one go.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Of course, you’ve got the most perfect dick on the planet.”

I swear I get harder at his emboldened words. The way he’s looking at me has goosebumps erupting all across my skin while simultaneously making my body heat.

“I’m going to suck you so good; you won’t remember your own name.” Chance licks his full lips, and I can’t wait to feel them around my cock. He winks at me, and for a brief moment, I think this has all been a sick joke, and he’s going to start laughing or do any number of horrible things to me, but instead, he leans down and wraps his lips around my head and gives it a little swirl with his tongue.

The moan that leaves me is nothing compared to the noise I make when he takes the rest of my cock inside his warm, wet mouth at the same time one hand starts to massage my balls.

My hands grip his hair to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. “Holy fucking shit. Don’t stop.”

Chance looks up at me and smirks around my shaft. His eyes stay locked with mine as he bobs up and down and swirls his tongue like its magic. Fuck, he knows how to give the best damn blow job.

Sliding up, he lets go with a pop. I open my mouth to tell him to get back to work but stop when Chance moves down and takes one of my balls into his mouth. I nearly combust at the feel of him around the most sensitive area on my body. He moves to the other, using one of his hands and his saliva as lube to jack me off.

My hips lift off the couch, and I suck in a breath as I come all over his hand and onto my stomach. Damn, he was right. Maybe we will become friends after this.

I’m panting and in a state of bliss when I feel Chance shift. When my eyes pop open, he pats my thigh before standing up. “Good boy. Now take a nap so I can watch my show.”

I sit up quickly, having forgotten my ankle. The second my foot hits the floor, pain floods my body. “Fuck,” I yell. My eyes narrow at Chance. “Did you seriously just blow me hoping that I would fall asleep so that you can watch some stupid show?”

His eyes go wide. “It’s not a stupid show. If you gave it a chance, you’d probably like it. No, I know you’d love it. No one in their right mind wouldn’t love it.”

“I’m sure,” I say without any conviction. “That’s not what matters right now. What I want to know is if you did it because you wanted me out of your hair, or you wanted my cock?”

The tips of Chance’s lips curl up in a wicked smirk. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

I lie back down on the couch, carefully putting my foot up, and close my eyes. I’m not sure how to take in the last ten minutes. My mind is blown in more ways than one.

I hear him let out a deep sigh before he speaks. “I can hear you thinking all the way over here. Stop thinking and enjoy your state of euphoria.”

I can’t help but scoff. “Euphoria? You think mighty highly of yourself.”

“Not at all. I heard every noise, felt every twitch and shake of your body, and you came spectacularly all over my hand. You were definitely in a state of bliss there for a moment.”

“Yeah, maybe until you slapped my leg and told me to take a fucking nap.” I roll my eyes at him and move onto my side, facing the back of the couch. I don’t want to talk to him anymore.

The last thing I think of before I fall asleep is we are most definitely not going to be friends.

* * *

“Oh fucking hell,you’ve got to be kidding me,” Chance groans, waking me up.

“What?” I groan back, rolling over to look at him, only to find him standing at the window.

“There was a noise outside. I guess it was your girlfriend, Sally. She broke one of the windows out of my truck.”

“Why would she do that?”

“I don’t know. Probably for the same reason she’s stalking you,” Chance shrugs and runs his hands through his dark strands.

There’s no reason to respond to him, but I do for some dumb ass reason. “Is she gone?”

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