Page 27 of Your Second Chance
I came hard, uncontrollably, soaking myself, the sheets, and his face. I could hear the wet sound as he worked me through my release, lapping me up like he couldn’t get enough.
I wasn’t done. Adjusting myself, I shifted upward, hunger burning in my veins. As he moved off the bed and stood, wiping his soaked face with the back of his hand, I grabbed his wrist, shaking my head.
His eyes locked on mine, dark and hooded, his lips glistening. “That was enough for me, love. I don’t?—”
He didn’t get the chance to finish.
I was already on my knees, scrambling to pull his briefs down.
From this angle, his thighs were massive, thick and powerful, the kind of legs that could only come from years of rugby. The muscles bulged as he shifted, the sheer size of them making my mouth water.
I freed him, and my breath caught.
His cock wasn’t massive in length—it wasthick, thick enough to make my mouth go dry and wet at the same time. It stood hard and heavy, veins snaking up its length, the head swollen and glistening.
“My god,” I whispered, my fingers wrapping around him instinctively.
He was warm, hot even, the sheer girth of him making my hand look small.
I leaned in, tongue darting out to tease the tip, tasting him, and his breath hitched above me. He tasted salty, musky, and intoxicating, and I couldn’t hold back the small moan that escaped me as I licked him again, slower this time, savoring the weight of him against my tongue.
With a deep breath, I opened my mouth, taking him in slowly. The stretch was immediate, filling me inch by inch until my jaw ached. My tongue pressed against the underside, tracing the thick vein that pulsed with his heartbeat as I worked him deeper.
My lips stretched wide, my mouth slackening as I forced myself to relax, inching down farther, my throat tightening as I tried to accommodate him.
I gripped his thighs for support, my fingers digging into the solid muscle as I steadied myself. Above me, a low growl escaped from his throat.
“Fuck, Nova,” he muttered, his voice strained.
I pulled back slowly, my lips tight around him, dragging along his length before plunging down again, deeper this time. I tightened my hold on his thighs, bracing myself as I took him to the hilt. My body trembled.
I worked him with everything I had, swirling my tongue and sliding my lips down his length, sucking and teasing. Bringing my hands to his shaft, I moved them in tandem, stroking the base as I traced every vein and ridge with my tongue.
“Fuck, Nova,” he repeated through a groan.
His hips bucked slightly, and I took him deeper, letting the tip press against my throat as I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
I glanced up, catching the way his head tipped back, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Then it happened—my bare stomach brushed against the skin of his leg, and the warmth of that contact snapped me back to reality like a slap.
The baby. The pregnancy.
I froze, my lips still wrapped around him, my mind racing. I pulled off abruptly, gasping for air as I looked up at him.
Ollie.
My coworker.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong.
I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, desperate to put space between us. Tears pricked my eyes, and before I could stop them, they spilled over, hot and uncontrollable.
“I-uh—” I stammered, my voice breaking. “I can’t do this.”
Tears poured down my cheeks as I started crying in earnest, my body shaking with the force of it.
Ollie’s eyes widened, and he reached for me, his expression shifting to concern, but I only moved faster, crawling toward the corner of the room as if it could swallow me whole, my tears blinding me.
