Page 18 of Chance Happenings
“Ruled out as possibilities? What the heck does that mean, that they have an alibi or are dead orwere out of the country? Can you be more specific?”
“It means that they were ruled out. That’s what Dane and his guys found out, and if they say it wasn’t possible that it was one of them, then believe it. It wasn’t possible.”
“Are you saying this is Pearce? As much as I would like to believe that, I know it was a female and I know what she said to me. She said ‘I won’t let you have him!’ And this was no less than an hour after you were in the exact same living room face down between my legs.” As I get that last part out Chance flinches as if he is in physical pain remembering he went down on me. That only pisses me off more. I mean, am I really that repulsive to him? I can’t believe it because I’ve seen some of these women he gives his time to. Unwanted tears start falling from my eyes as I prepare to rip into him, but he’s suddenly in my face, trying to comfort me.
“Don’t worry about this. We’re going to figure it out. Dane is the best at what he does. He'll figure out who it is, and we’re going to put an end to this one way or another. Then we can focus on Pearce.”
I back up, pushing him away. “You think I care about this crazy bitch stalking me or Pearce, who I’ve literally been dealing with for years?!” I’m screaming now as the tears keep coming. “I’m crying like a pathetic lovesick puppy because that’s how you make me feel. I’ve done everything I could to stay away from you and out of your way. Even ran hundreds of miles away. Because I knew that's what I needed to do to get over you. Then, when I’ve finally made peace with whatever we have going on between us. You seduce me, give me the best orgasm I’ve had in my life, and then run away like the room is on fire. Do you get off on making me uncomfortable, on making me hurt?!?”
Chance looks stunned and I’m embarrassed as hell, ugly crying at this point. Trying to gather myself and make a semi graceful exit. I break eye contact first, letting my eyes roam around the room. Pretty much everywhere except for Chance. Getting no relief from my embarrassment. I decide to skip the graceful exit plan and get hell out of there.
I begin to move out of the room when suddenly Chance’s arm reaches out and grabs me by waist bringing my body to his. I’m completely thrown off-kilter, as I’m once again engulfed in his scent. And I don’t know if it’s the lack of sleep or the new low that I’ve reached when I don’t fight it once his lips crash down on mine. His kiss is suffocating. Any apprehension that has come in our previous exchanges is gone. His hands are everywhere but ultimately end up grabbing my thighs to pull my legs around his waist, connecting his stiff member to my center.
I hear a mewling sound between the two of us, but I’m so consumed I don’t bother dwelling on the fact that I may be further embarrassing myself. The only thing I can focus on is how hard he is between my legs and in the back of my mind I’m figuring out all the ways to make sure that he doesn’t stop. Once I’ve committed, I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He moves us up the stairs towards the room I’d slept in last night, not stopping until we’re on the bed.
The contrast between the softness of the bedding and Chance’s well-chiseled body does not go unnoticed. But instead of trying to sink into the bed and welcoming it like I did last night, I’m doing all I can to keep the steady friction between Chance and I leaving little space for his hands as he is trying to undo the front of my pants. Once I realize his intentions, I make room, giving him more access to continue his actions, and I move to remove his shirt before he makes a move to stop me. He begins to move off of me and my confidence deflates. I am wary of him leaving again, but he just backs off, removing the rest of his clothes as he’s intently staring down at me.
I wish I could say that this was the moment we stared longingly into each other’s eyes, realizing how much we loved each other. But that just doesn’t happen because as he lets his eyes roam up and down my body, I can’t seem to move mine away from the area previously covered by his black boxer briefs. Besides the fact that he man scapes, he’s working with a lot more than I thought he was and definitely more than I’m used to. At that thought, I’m clenching my thighs together, which does nothing to quell my desire for him. I’m expecting Chance to be Chance and give me one of his signature smirks right now, knowing what he has going on down there is that impressive. Instead, when I finally look up to meet his eyes, he looks focused and there’s no trace of amusement found on his face. He almost looks nervous as he reaches into the side table drawer for a condom, making easy work of covering that monster. Before I have a chance to finish my appraisal, he’s back on me with a kiss that’s even more intense than the first.
The kiss is hungry while his touch is now lightly dusting my side, moving from the underside of my breast down to the side of my hip, slowly repeating the route. I feel like I’m floating, intoxicated from the pleasure of something so simple as his touch. Tension builds in me as I feel him pushing at the entrance of my center. And I'm overwhelmed by the fullness I feel when he pushes completely inside of me. Noticing the tension in my body, Chance pauses a moment to make eye contact. "Baby, are you ok?" he asks softly. Shocked by the look on his face and term of endearment, I'm too stimulated to form words and can only nod in response to his question. He’s still stopped looking at me, unconvinced. So I pull him down to me for another kiss while I nudge my hips up against him a little, prompting him to keep going. He pulls out… and swiftly re-enters me. Causing me to cry out in pleasure as he gasps from the feeling that motion created for both of us. I try to catalog every detail of this moment. Knowing this will be the only time I have with him. But as he keeps going, sensually syncing the thrust of his hips with his tongue and his hands that are now fully massaging my breast and nipple, I get lost in the sensation. Losing track of all the details, my sense of time, and everything else around us. “Fuck Alexa… baby you feel so good. I-I can't believe this is happening.” Chance pants out. “Damn.” He begins to pick up his pace as he creates more space between us. Still fondling my breasts, but replaces his kisses with an intense stare that looks more loving than lustful.
Unable to look away, I continue to lock eyes with him, pretending that this is the look of love. That he and I have finally come together to be everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Just the thought that this could be real sends me to the edge. I’m hanging on by a thread, unable to completely release because the feeling is so foreign, my body refuses to let go. Chance, now in tune with me, somehow reads my mind. “Let go.” I hear ever so softly… swearing it's in my head until I hear “Just let it all go baby,” in the same raspy voice but louder. I don’t cum on command. Which would definitely be a feat.But I’m close after he moves his hands lower, zeroing in on my center. He’s circling it with firm and steady precision as he continues to move in and out of me at a blistering pace. “Fuck!” Chance lets out again, and that’s the last thing I hear before I’m flying over the edge and floating off into an abyss of pleasure.
Chance
I’m weak.Not just physically at this point, but mentally. I had every intention of taking this thing slowly to prove I’m not the playboy that everyone makes me out to be. I wanted to prove that we could be friends, spend lots of time together and hang out even. Without fighting or fucking while we work on neutralizing Pearce and whatever other threat there is to her. But as soon as she confessed, my rejection hurt her more than the attack. Or more than Pearce even and began to cry. I couldn’t deny her or myself anymore. It’s now early evening, she’s still sleeping, and I’ve done absolutely nothing but watch her. I can’t help but think about how good she felt as she came all over me or the sounds she made while doing so.
It’s taking everything in me not to wake her up and do it all over again. Right now, she looks peaceful and relaxed, softer almost. I just have to figure out a way to keep that peaceful look on her face. At that thought, my phone buzzes again, somewhere down on the floor. As careful as I can, I reach for my pants leg, dragging it to me so I can retrieve my phone out of my pocket. There are 9 missed calls and several text messages.
~One from my dad telling me to call him.delete
~Two from Jamie. I don’t even bother opening them.delete
~One from Cacey. I’ll deal with her later.next
~Four from Madison, kinda suspect right?save for evidence
~One from Dane which has an attached picture and brief background of James, the other guy that will assist in Alexa’s security.
Ugh. Alexa’s need for security reminds me of this unfortunate situation and the fact that we have to go back to work tomorrow. I contemplate contacting Miranda to tell her we’ll be working from home tomorrow, but if I know anything about Alexa, I know she won’t go for that and hate the fact that I made the decision without consulting her.
So even though I would be cool with working from home, right now where she goes, I go. Looking at the clock, I try to figure out what to do. Wake Alexa up and make love, or wake Alexa up and get something to eat. I’m not even going to consider waking her up to talk right now until I come up with a better plan for her not to shut me down when I broach the topic of our relationship. Sure, she was all in her feelings earlier, but I know Alexa. She will not comply without a fight.
Just going off our past and now the fact that I’m her boss, any talk of relationship is going to get shut down. I have to wait, and plot for my chance to strike. Ugh, this is confusing as fuck. There was a time not too long ago when I wouldn’t have to think so hard about what I wanted to do versus what I should do. But things have changed, or at least I’m trying to get them to change.
Just when I run through my choices on how I should proceed, God sends me a sign by way of Alexa shifting at my side, snuggling closer and moving her hand back to the lower half of my body that I’ve been trying to suppress while watching her sleep.
Alex
It’s times like this I wish I was more of a coffee drinker. I’m sitting in my office, or more like hiding, trying to figure out what the heck happened this past weekend. Looking around my office, it doesn’t even look and feel the same since I last left. I try once again to review the weekly numbers I requested this morning, but I can’t focus on anything except for the ache between my legs. Part of it is from the sheer physical exhaustion and the other part is an aching need for more.
I don’t know how that could even be possible after literally being put to sleep by Chance the first go around and then waking up to him once again face down between my legs, feasting on me like I was his last meal. Me still being out of sorts from the entire weekend’s turn of events, just went with it. We then ordered take out and ate in the living room, where I ended up bent over the couch before we could even get to dessert. Afterwards Chance carried me up to what I’m now confirming is his bedroom, where he put me in the bed and turned out all the lights, snuggling up behind me and falling asleep.Weird right?
That’s why I wish I was drinking coffee right now, because he has my head unfocused and cloudy, trying to fight the ache in my body while my mind tries to figure out what the catch is. Out of all the times I’ve dealt with Chance, nothing has ever been this easy or straightforward. There has always been an ulterior motive, or a last laugh had at my expense. While my heart was stripping me naked, my head told me I was doing terrible damage to all the progress I’d made getting over him. Every added moment of intimacy had me falling deeper and deeper, if that’s even possible.
Let's also not forget the fact that he’s my boss, and that's definitely a no-go zone for me. People around here already question my ability and deservedness of this position. The only good thing that has come out of this is that I have not once thought of Pearce or that crazy bitch that attacked me Friday night...until now. Just as I try to get back to my reports, my computer dings alerting me to a new email.
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