Page 38 of Chance's Choice
Chance groans and pushes me even harder into the wall as he curls around me, trying to capture my mouth with his. I turn my face under the water’s spray to meet his kiss. It’s hungry and raw and I love it, even if it is uncoordinated and sloppy.
“Wait here,” he demands as he pulls away, and I frown and complain when the warmth of his body leaves my back. Even though the shower is hot, I’m bereft without him.
Over my shoulder, I watch him leave the shower and rummage through the cabinet under the bathroom sink, heedless of the water he’s trekking all over the floor. When he cries out victoriously and brandishes a bottle of silicone-based lube, I grin and spread my legs invitingly.
“Good boy,” he praises, stepping back in under the spray, his treasure in hand.
I preen, brace my forearms against the slick tiled wall, and push my ass out further towards him, watching as his eyes, already blown wide with lust, seem to darken with his want. His cock is hard and straining towards me, and I can’t help but lick my lips as I eye it.
Chance’s large palm slaps one of my round butt cheeks lightly. “Not now, baby.”
I pout, but I can’t hold the expression for long, because Chance isn’t in the mood to drag things out right now.
He drizzles lube over his fingers, then down the cleft of my ass, and brings his fingers to my hole almost immediately, rubbing circles over the ring of muscle, encouraging me to loosen up for him. I can’t help but close my eyes and lean my forehead against my folded arms on the wall, giving in to the rush of sensation.
It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this together now, every time still feels special. It’s like I still can’t quite believe that Chance wants me like this. ThatChanceis taking care of me. Stretching me open. Loving me. And every single time, I vow to savor it. I try to memorize every second, to burn it into my brain, because it’sChanceand I will never take another second with him for granted ever again.
Even though he was in a hurry before, he still takes his time prepping and teasing me, crooking his fingers and searching for that spot that makes me see stars. It’s only once I’m writhing on his fingers, slamming back onto them and begging for his cock, that he finally deems me ready.
There’s a pause as he slicks himself up, and then his hands are on my hips and he’s slowly sinking inside me and it’s just as perfect as the first time. I pant through it, listening to his bitten off moans and the litany of praises that unconsciously fall from his lips as he fully sheathes himself.
“Move, Daddy,” I urge, “Fuck me. I need-oh.”
Chance sucks on my shoulder and the base of my neck as he starts to thrust, setting a punishing pace. I know that I start to babble, telling him how good he feels inside me, how much I love his thick, hard cock, how only he has ever made me feel quite like this.
None of it is a lie or embellishment.
I’ve obviously had good -even great- sex over the last twenty years. But nothing like what I have with Chance. There’s something extra special about having the emotional connection, about sharing the pup play and being his boy. It’s added intimacy that I’ve never known before and, yeah, even at times like these, where I’m being railed mercilessly in the shower, it’s still somehow tender and loving.
He’s going to leave impressive hickeys over my skin, but I don’t care. I’ll wear the marks with pride, and I’ll remember exactly how I got them. Each and every one.
Chance starts to repeat my name like a heady, desperate mantra. “Kade,” he pants on every hard slam into me. “Kade, Kade,Kade.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer, crying out when his hand -bruising fingerprints into my hip- slides around to grip my cock. I hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t stroking me yet, too far gone on how much I was enjoying just having him in me. “Yes!” I shout again.
“Come for me, baby,” he begs, his voice rough and ragged. “I need you to come, Kaden.”
I don’t need any further encouragement. A few more squeezing, slippery strokes of my dick is all it takes before I fly over the precipice of bliss, coating the tiles in front of me with my release.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuuuuuck,” Chance practically bellows, his hand having returned to my hip to hold me in place as his own orgasm crashes over him. His voice reverberates off the tiles and his cock spurts and twitches inside me.
And it’s perfect.
Everything is perfect.
Chapter Seventeen – Chance
Josh: When’s the next official get-together/play date? The Grove’s not bad, but I miss you guys.
That’s the message that kicks off an hours-long thread in our group chat about availability, work schedules, and the questions about when we all got so old and boring.
I can’t help circling back to Josh’s message, though. It’s not often that he reaches out like that, and my not-so-inner Daddy is on alert. Even though we’ve all finally agreed to catch up next Saturday afternoon, I can’t stop worrying that my younger friend might need support or something, so, when I finish work for the day, I pull out my phone and call him, not bothering to leave the office yet.
“Walker,” he answers on the third ring.
I snicker. “Come on, man, you would have seen my name on the caller ID.”
There’s a pause before he says, “Yeah, look, I’m at work, so…”
