Page 57 of Chance's Choice
“But I’m not feeling little,” I argue, biting my lip and sounding coy, totally belying my argument.
“Is that so?” Chance is grinning now, his hands already hooking into the waistband of his own pajama bottoms. He pushes them down and steps out of them shamelessly, then whips his t-shirt off and tosses that to the ground, too. My eyes are drawn to his cock which is plumping to life in front of me, seemingly twitching at having caught my attention.
“Daddy,” I whine.
“Yes, Kaden?” How he can stand there and sound so unaffected while his dick is saying quite the opposite, I have no idea.
I step closer. “I need…” Everything. I need everything. My seduction plan is shot to hell and I just need for our naked bodies to be pressed together immediately.
Chance huffs out a laugh and reaches for me, tugging me against him, almost as though he read my mind. I squeal as his large palms slide under my ass and then hoist me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips. Then I’m whimpering, because our cocks are brushing together, the heads now wet with precum, and it’s so good and nowhere near enough.
He carries me the few feet remaining to the bed and sets me down carefully, leaning over me and kissing me soundly. I whine into his mouth as our cocks rub together.
“What do you need, baby?” Daddy asks, rocking his hips in a gentle but steady rhythm.
“Anything. Everything. I honestly don’t care as long as it’s with you.” Cheesy and sappy though they might be, the words have come straight from my heart. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. No matter what happens, no matter what I do -sexually, kinky, or otherwise- I need it to be with Chance.
My answer seems to spark something inside him, too, because his expression softens and he pulls away, moving up the bed properly and gesturing for me to follow until we’re stretched out in our usual sleep positions but lying on our sides and facing each other. We’re so close that I can feel his breath ghosting over my lips, and I can feel the warmth of his body almost touching mine. Chance’s left arm is stretched out beneath my pillow, and he brings his right hand up to caress my skin with a reverent touch.
His big palm smooths down over my shoulder and down my side to my hip, where he then reaches behind me and cups my ass cheek, squeezing gently.
“You know,” he says quietly, a tiny smile hiding beneath his beautiful beard, “at times like this, I can’t quite believe this is real. That I’ve got you in my bed. In my life.”
My heart thumps a bit harder, because it’s almost like he can read my thoughts. I still feel that way whenever we’re together, and it is kind of mind boggling to hear that he does, too.
“I love you so much, Kade. You know that, right?”
I nod, feeling tears prickle at the back of my eyes. “And I love you,” I answer, my voice cracking just a little bit. My hand reaches up to cup his hairy jaw and cheek of its own volition. “I always have.”
Chance’s smile is almost blinding before he dips his head a fraction to finally bring our lips back together. But the kiss remains slow and deep. By some unspoken agreement, we seem to have decided that we don’t need the hot, frenzied fuck that I was initially angling for.
Instead, we kiss languidly and passionately, breathing each other in. Chance pulls me in until our bodies are flush against each other, his big palm still on my ass, but then we just rock against each other while our tongues tangle.
There’s no sense of urgency, and I have no idea how long we remain like this - a puddle of pure adoration. We murmur sweet nothings as our kisses alternate from deep to soft and sweet and back again, gasping into each other’s mouths as our cocks continue to rub together in the most erotic experience I’ve ever had, and I’m only dimly aware of how close I am to coming, despite how unhurried and gentle this whole encounter has been.
Our cocks are sticky and slippery against each other, evidence that we’re both insanely aroused, and there’s something ridiculously hot about the fact that we can affect each other like this with so minimal an effort.
“God, baby,” Chance breathes a shuddering breath. He’s whispering, but his words sound loud in the silence of the room. “Please tell me you’re as close as I am.”
Just the thought of him coming between us untouched -save for the unbelievably slow frotting- has me almost toppling over the edge. “So, so close,” I confess in an answering whisper, even as my hips falter in their slow, rolling rhythm. “You’re so hot, Daddy. I’m gonna come.”
“Thank God,” he chuckles quietly, then kisses me deeply again. The kiss turns into a groan into my mouth and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he stills and comes.
The additional sensation of his wet, warm release over my cock does me in and I follow him as the wave of pleasure inside me crests and breaks.
We’re sticky, oddly sweaty considering our lack of exertion, and thoroughly sated as we snuggle in the afterglow.
“I’m glad you bought me,” Chance eventually says, and I frown, my brain still scrambled from just how hard I came.
“Huh?”
He reaches out to tuck an errant lock of hair behind my ear, smiling. “At the auction. I’m glad you bought me.” He snorts and looks up at the ceiling. “I was so anxious about doing that stupid thing for Charlie. I thought about pulling out a couple of times.”
“Well then, I’m glad that you didn’t,” I tell him, wondering if any of this -of our relationship- would have been possible if I hadn’t impulsively gone to the fundraiser, and even more impulsively bid on him when I saw him.
Chance just smiles softly and kisses my sweaty forehead. Echoing my words from earlier, when we’d snuggled on the couch, all he says is “Me too, baby. Me too.”
And now that really is all that needs to be said.
