Page 23 of Chance Encounter

My hand grips his cock and squeezes the tip. “Did you by any chance bring a condom and some lube with you?” I’m ready to be inside him and don’t want to take this to my bedroom.

“Yeah, in the back pocket of my jeans,” he answers while still stroking me. Chance stretches to reach his jeans on the floor by the side of the couch and grabs the essentials. I want to say something about him being overly confident about me letting him in, but right now, I only want to be balls deep inside of him and don’t want to fight about it. I can do that later.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he rips the foil of the condom and sheathes my dick in the latex. I’m transfixed as I watch him squeeze out the single-serve application of lube onto the condom and then smear what’s leftover around his tight bud.

It’s been a week since I’ve been inside of him, but I don’t bother to prep him. I’m too impatient. Pushing his legs up and then out, I circle my tip along the outer rim and watch as his body relaxes while his eyes darken further.

I push inside, and once my head has breached his opening, I thrust in to the hilt and groan.

“Fucking hell,” Chance growls. His hands trace along my torso, arms, back, and anywhere else he can get his hands on me as I piston my hips and sink deeper inside of him.

His ass clenches around me with each intrusion, and I know when I hit his prostate. Chance’s back bows off the couch as he lets out a long and low hum.

“More,” he urges me. I do what he asks and quicken my pace until all reality starts to slip away, and it’s just me and Chance and our bodies joining. I watch as his hand snakes down his lean torso and across his abs that are begging to be licked and furiously starts jacking himself off. Leaning down, I take his mouth in a brutal kiss. I’m lost to the sensation of our tongues sliding against the other and his hand brushing against me as he chases his pleasure. Rearing back, I grip his leg, pushing him to an angle that I know will drive him wild. I don’t stop my measured strokes until I feel his entire body start to shake, and the noises he’s making have me nearly coming.

Chance’s eyes fly open as his body arches, and white streams of cum shoot out on his stomach and hand, and on my stomach. I can’t hold back any longer. I pump twice more before I still and unload inside of him and the condom.

My entire body feels alive and yet fully sated at the same time, something I’ve only felt with him. I want to stay inside him until the end of time, but I know I can’t. Instead, I slowly slide out and pull off the condom. Tying a knot in the end, I throw it away in the kitchen trash. When I come back into the living room, Chance is gone, but his clothes are still on the floor, making me go in search of him.

I find Chance in my bedroom, in my bed, reading one of my books. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

He doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading as he says, “I thought you’d want to cuddle after the ass pounding you gave me.”

I move around to the other side of the bed.

“Or I might want you gone.”

“No, you may think you want that, but you don’t. Now come get into bed and tell me about this book.”

I look to the cover and see it’s Winter’s Orbit by Everina Maxwell as I slip under the covers. “I haven’t read that one yet, but it came highly recommended. You can read it if you want.”

Chance puts the book down and reaches over to drag me across the bed until every inch of my body is touching his. “I guess I’ll have to until I can convince you to put a TV in your bedroom and that Schitt’s Creek is hands down the best show on television.

“I never would have guessed you were a snuggler,” I murmur, putting my arm around his waist.

“Yeah, well,” he sounds unsure, making me look up to his face that’s clear of the usual scowl I’m used to seeing. “I’m not like this with most guys. Maybe it’s because I’m used to being the man on top, and I’m feeling a little bit vulnerable.”

I rear back to look at Chance, and he starts laughing, throwing his head back, his entire body shaking. “Oh my God, you should have seen the look on your face. No, I’m not feeling vulnerable, but that I can be myself with you.” He’s quiet for a moment as his dark eyes scan my face. His hand comes up to cup my jaw, and his thumb rubs along the stubble of my chin. “While I do like to bottom, I also like to be on top sometimes. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I’m not ready for that yet. But maybe someday.” I can barely believe we’ve called a truce to a lifelong grudge, but something inside of me shifted when Chance apologized. I believe him, and I can’t say I would have done much differently back in high school. Okay, I wouldn’t have outed him, but I would have pushed him away if I was confused about my sexuality. I probably would have done something horrible to him since he’s had this vendetta for me since elementary, even if it was wrong. We don’t always make the best decisions when we’re young, and we shouldn’t be punished for them for the rest of our lives.

“Okay.” He shifts and runs a hand down my back. “I can work with that. I’m in no hurry. Plus, I like the way you fuck me.” He leans forward and brushes the lightest kiss to my lips I’ve ever received. It’s somehow nice coming from him. “I’m just thankful you opened the door and let me in.”

Yes, strangely enough, so am I.

Who would have ever thought I’d be tangled in bed with my enemy instead of in a heated fight?

Certainly not me.

10

CHANCE

One Month Later

Arriving at Maddox’s house,I wonder what he’s going to do when I tell him my plans, or maybe I should say our plans. So far, I’m the one who’s initiated everything between us. Maddox hasn’t dropped by my place unexpectedly, no matter how many times I wish he would.

Before I can get out of my truck, the front door opens to a smiling Maddox. Maybe this won’t be as difficult as I thought. At least he’s happy to see me.

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