Page 32 of Chance's Choice
I whimper.
He returns to his duel tasks of kissing and undressing me.
By the time he has me naked, I’m a writhing, babbling, despairing mess. My cock is hard and leaking an almost embarrassing amount of precum, and I can feel my whole body blushing pink. And Chance is still wearing pants.
I managed to tear his shirt off him somewhere along the lines, and he kicked his shoes off before we even made it to the bedroom, but all of my attempts to get those damned jeans off him have been futile.
“Oh, God,please,” I beg when he takes my cock in hand, stroking me the way he’s discovered I like it best, firm at the base and twisting on the upstroke, palming the weeping head before easing back down the shaft to repeat the motion again and again and again. I rock my hips up into his fist. “Please. Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“You sure?” He asks, the tightness of his voice and the intensity of his gaze giving away just how badly he wants this, too.
“Fuck,” I pant, my balls tingling. I don’t want to come like this. Not tonight. “Yes.” I toss my head sideways, staring towards his nightstand. “Tell me you’ve got lube in there. Otherwise, I’ll send you out into the kitchen for oil of some kind. I don’t even care right now.”
I feel the tickle of his whiskers against my belly as he peppers the soft skin there with butterfly kisses. “I do indeed,” he says, then releases his hold on my dick and gets to his knees on the mattress. “I’ve got condoms, too.”
“I get tested every two months like clockwork,” I tell him. It’s something I’ve been mildly paranoid about, if I’m being honest. Even though I’vealwaysused condoms. They can break. Shit happens. “Last test was last week. Results were negative. I can show you….” I trail off. “Not that we have to…I mean, if you’d rather…”
Planking over the top of me, Chance silences my ramblings with a soft, sweet kiss. “I haven’t been with anyone in months,” he says quietly, “but I got tested last week, too. All negative.”
“Are you comfortable going bare?” I ask him. “I never have. But…it’syou.” I run my hands up and down his sides, and I don’t know if I’m soothing him or me. “I wanna feel all of you.” Then, understanding that I’m probably coercing him, I hurry to add, “But only if you’re okay with it. There’s no pressure.”
He doesn’t answer right away, and I don’t know whether to be relieved that he’s thinking it over, or afraid that I’ve made things awkward.
“You’re absolutely sure?” he eventually asks me, gaze flickering over my face as if he’s searching for any hint of hesitation. “Because I want it more than anything.”
And just like that, I’m desperate for him all over again.
“Face to face,” I demand once he’s fished the lube out if the drawer in his nightstand and has told me to roll over. “I want -need- to see you when you come.”
“Oh, God, baby,” he moans, positioning himself over me, rubbing our flushed, aching lengths together while he captures my mouth in a messy, sexy, needy kiss. Then he starts easing down my body, licking and sucking a trail down my heated skin, his beard tickling and scratching even as his tongue creates a wet, cooling trail. It’s erotic as fuck. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
He mumbles the words into my upper thigh, and I swear I can feel the vibration of his voice in my thigh, so close to my cock. My own grasp of the English language -ofanylanguage- vacates me when he closes his lips over my erection, fireworks exploding in my nerve endings. I thought that our little serious moment was enough to back me down from the edge of coming, but it wasn’t. Itreallywasn’t.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I pant, clutching at the sheets beside me, curling my fingers into the cotton so tightly that my fingers start to hurt.
Chance’s mouth is a hot, wet haven of suction and tongue. He takes me all the way in, demonstrating his lack of gag reflex, and it’s all I can do to not thrust upwards. Then a lubed finger is circling my hole, loosening the rim with patience I’m both jealous of and irritated with, and I have to clench my eyes and jaw to not spill down his throat like this is my first ever blow job.
But, fuck, itfeelslike it’s my first time. Maybe because it’s been a while. Maybe because it’s Chance. Maybe because I’m so keyed up and he’s everything I’ve ever wanted and I can’t actually believe this is happening.
I whine when Chance eases up off my cock, suckling gently at the head while he eases his finger inside me. Then he crooks it, finding and caressing my prostate, and I just about arch right off the bed, crying out.
“N-no,” I almost sob, my voice hitching and causing me to stammer, “don’t wanna come yet. Need you in me. Please.Fuck. Please.”
His lips press soft, affectionate kisses on my lower belly. “Shh, baby. Easy. Breathe for me.”
I don’t want to breathe. I want him to fuck me already. But I can’t form the words, whining plaintively instead. The sound turns into a moan when his single finger becomes two, scissoring and curling and stretching me. The burning starts at three fingers, but it’s agoodburn. A sign of good things to come.
I’m begging and blathering nonsense by the time Chance finally moves over me, hoisting my thighs to wrap around his hips, notching the head of his cock at my hole. It feels searingly hot, and I marvel at just how intense this feels without the usual barrier of thin latex.
We lock eyes, the only sounds in the room coming from us, sounding almost amplified in the silence. I bear down as Chance slowly pushes in, biting my lip against the initial pain of the intrusion.
“Breathe, baby,” he reminds me, whispering the request while his hands squeeze my hips and he guides himself inside me in one long, slow movement. “That’s it. Good boy.”
He bottoms out and stills, waiting for me to adjust.
“I’m good,” I tell him, my eyes fluttering shut despite how badly I want to watch him, “you can -oh, fuck.” I drag the curse out, finding myself right on the precipice of coming again when he starts to rock back and forth, stimulating my prostate with accuracy that is most certainly not fair.
“Kade,” my name is a benediction on his lips. “Baby. You feel so fucking good. So tight. So hot. Sucking me in. Gripping me. God, if you could see yourself…”
