“Pants off,” I command, pointing to his jeans clad legs as I back away from him and he arches a brow.
“Little bossy tonight, are we?”
Taking a deliberate step toward him, I place my palm against his chest as I rock my hips against his. “If you take off your pants, there is a fairly good chance I’ll suck your cock. If that doesn’t interest you, then maybe I should just be going.”
“You’re not going anywhere. I just got you back, so I don’t care if I have to barricade the door to keep you here,” he growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. My gaze falls down to his hips for a moment before I meet his eyes again with a brow arched and he chuckles, wrapping one arm around me while he shoves his jeans down with the other before switching. When he finally gets them past his hips, his erection springs free and I grin as I start to sink to my knees, but he doesn’t let me go far, grabbing me by the arms and pulling me back up to kiss me again.
Threading his fingers through my hair, he cradles the back of my head and kisses me so softly, with so much love, that I’m moments away from bursting into tears in his arms. With each passing moment, saying yes to him seems less and less crazy even if it is still terrifying. I have to be losing my mind to think about really giving our relationship a shot but I am.
“As much as I love your sassy mouth, baby, tonight I want you under me,” he whispers in between kisses as he slowly leads me toward the bed. When the back of my knees hit the mattress, he pulls away just enough to spin me in his arms before he’s pulling me back into his body and wrapping his arms around me. His lips press against my neck and a breathy moan slips out of my mouth as I rub my ass on his cock. With a groan, he quickly unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down my legs as I kick my feet to help him. He moves to my shirt, pulling it over my head and when he wraps his arms around me again, his bare skin presses against mine.
“Mmm,” I hum, leaning back into him and reaching behind me to run my fingers through his hair. One arm wraps firmly around my waist while the other slowly trails down my belly to the apex of my thighs and my breath hitches as I wait for him to touch the spot where I really want him. I feel his smile against my neck as he skirts around my clit, teasing me until I’m whimpering in his arms. I jerk away from him, ready to spin around and take what I want from him when he pushes down on my shoulders until I’m bent over, bracing myself on the mattress with my hands.
“Shit, baby. You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he growls, grabbing one cheek before smacking it hard and I let out a soft cry. He sinks to his knees behind me, holding my hips so I can’t move away from him, as he leans in and sinks his teeth into my skin.
“Chance,” I beg, shifting from one leg to the other as my core throbs with need.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice is sugary sweet like he has no idea he’s killing me right now and I would stand up and walk out if I still had the ability, but I’m concerned that I’d take one step and crumple to the floor.
“Please,” I whisper even if it kills me to beg him. I have an intense love/hate relationship with the things he does to me because trusting him not to use it against me or hurt me is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
“Don’t you worry, sweetness. I’m going to take care of you.”
His grip on my hips tightens and he pulls me back to him before licking between my thighs and I moan loudly, arching my back to give him better access. Moving his hands to my ass, he grabs my cheeks and spreads them as he leans in again and teases my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I fist the sheets, sucking in desperate breaths as he drifts up, plunging his tongue inside me as he smacks my ass.
“Oh, God!” I scream, pushing back against his face and he groans, pulling away from me and standing. He grabs my hips again and lifts me up, tossing me onto the bed on my stomach before climbing on top of me. He pulls my ass into the air and I moan at how commanding he's being tonight. I’ve always remained in control of the relationships in my life but handing it over to him isn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be. In fact, I would even go as far as to say I trust him.
At the very least, I trust him as much as I can trust anyone. Before that night, I was naive and I trusted blindly. The thought never even crossed my mind that Austin would betray me until I was laying in a hospital bed with my world shattered around me. Now, no matter what, there is always a little voice in my head questioning the motives of those around me, wondering if I’m still the butt of everyone's joke. I miss the freedom of believing what people tell me instead of wondering what their intentions are.
The ripping of a foil packet pulls me back into the present and Chance’s gentle touch on my hip as he lines his cock up with my entrance sends warmth radiating from my chest. Maybe I haven't known him that long and maybe it’s a huge mistake, but I truly don’t think he would ever do anything to hurt me. When I’m not fighting him, his presence settles me and I think I’ve become addicted to it.
“Shit,” Chance hisses as he slowly sinks into me. “You feel amazing, baby.”
I hum in response, nodding my head as I rise up on my knees and Chance wraps his arm around me, holding me close to him as he pulls out and thrusts forward again.
“I think I forgot how good this feels,” I moan and he growls in my ear as he nips at it.
“I'm obviously not doing a good enough job if you’re forgetting about it.”
I smile, unable to resist the urge to rile him up. “Well, then, you better work extra hard and make sure I don't forget tonight.”
“Woman,” he growls again, a warning in his tone as he pulls back and drives into me harder. “You're going to regret this.”
“Promises, promises,” I tsk and his grip on me tightens as he plunges into me, setting a relentless pace. Stars dance in my vision and my knees tremble as I grab his arm, clinging to him.
“I’m sorry, Princess. What were you saying?”
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed with the feeling of his grin pressed against my skin.
“Nothing?” he questions, sounding rather smug. “I expected more from you.”
Any other day I would be totally game with egging him on but that's kind of impossible to do when the only words I can come up with are “more” and “don’t stop”.
He groans in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as his other hand gently wraps around the front of my neck. His hot breath in my ear joins the sensations swamping my body, locking us in a world where the only things that truly matter are he and I. Pressure builds in my belly and my head rolls back onto his shoulder, earning another groan from him as his teeth sink into my shoulder.
“I’m going to tie you to this bed and never let you leave again,” he mutters and I wait for the panic to settle in but instead, a smile stretches across my face.
“Again with the promises.”
Without warning, he slips out of me and flips me to my back on the bed. He hovers over me, searching my gaze before he leisurely glances down my body and trails his fingers down my belly. Flutters of desire race through me and I gasp softly, arching into his touch as his grin grows.
“Tell me we’re really going to do this,” he urges and I bite my lip, staring up at him for a second before I shake my head. All I’ve done for the past twelve years is avoid this exact situation and it feels weird to let it all go and as much as I want to do just that, change is never easy.