Page 12 of A Chance at Love

I stop kissing her neck.

“What, Leo?”

Fuck. I can’t not tell her now.

I pull back from her. I blow air out from my cheeks.

“I can’t win the show,” I say.

“What?” She frowns. “Why not?”

“Because of the connection to my sister-in-law.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Shit. I’m really sorry for not telling you sooner, Whit. I just figured that if we made it all the way to the end, I could talk to my sister-in-law and see if we could find a way around it. Now that I say that out loud, though…I realize how stupid it sounds. I just…I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry.”

She nods slowly.

“Are you pissed at me?” I ask.

“I probably should be,” she says. “But…if I’m being honest? The only thing I care about right now is you and me getting in that bed.”

I bend down and pull her face to mine. Her lips part quickly when I slide my tongue between them. She lets out a sigh into my mouth as I lick my tongue against hers.

I’m so hard already that I’m about to burst through my swim trunks.

I pull her body close to mine. The the sensation of our half-naked bodies pressed together is like fucking fireworks. Whitney moans again into my mouth and presses her stomach harder against the bulge of my cock.

I slide my hands over her shoulders and down her back until I reach the knotted strings of her bikini top. It’s double-knotted, but it takes me mere seconds to undo those tight little knots. Then I undo the bow that the strings are pulled into behind her neck and let the bikini top fall to the floor.

She immediately presses her bare tits against me, her hard nipples rubbing needfully against my skin. I slide my hands down, hook my thumbs around the sides of her bikini bottoms, and pull them down the curves of her hips. As soon as her bikini bottoms drop to the floor, she steps out of them and kicks them aside.

“Your turn,” Whitney murmurs, breaking from our kiss to reach down and loosen the drawstring on my swim trunks. As I watch her fiddle with the knot, I marvel at how gorgeous her body is. Every curve my eyes land on turns me on more. Her breasts are perky and creamy, her hips sexy and thick, and there’s a trim little thatch of hair where her legs meet.

I can hardly wait to spread those legs open and see how gorgeous the rest of her is.

When Whitney gets my trunks off, my freed cock springs up, and I swear, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. She draws in a breath as she lays eyes on me. Back during our senior year, she and I did touch each other—but it was always under bed covers or the cloak of evening, never in broad daylight like this. And we never went further than just touching.

Believe me, I offered to go down on her back when we were eighteen. But she was a late bloomer and was uncomfortable with the very idea of me putting my tongue down there. I didn’t even bring up the topic of blow jobs.

Now, though, Whitney is already dropping to her knees.

I groan as she slides the tip of my cock between her plump lips. The inside of her mouth is so fucking warm. She takes me inch by inch into her mouth, drawing me further and further into ecstasy.

“Fuck, Whitney,” I say. I thread my fingers through her hair and watch with quivering vision as she bobs her head. My cock throbs and I plant my feet firmly on the floor. When she looks up at me and holds my gaze as she keeps blowing me, she sends me soaring to the edge.

“I’m close,” I choke out.

She keeps holding my gaze. She bobs her head even deeper.

“Whit—”

She sucks harder and I fucking lose it. I erupt into her mouth, spurting hot come over her tongue. She moans and keeps me in her mouth as I finish. Then, slowly drawing my cock out of her mouth, she swallows, grins, and then licks the remaining drops off my head. I’m still hard, still full of need.

“Get on the bed,” I command.

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