The kiss is frantic, it’s heat and passion.
It’s lust, it’s need.
Most of all, it’s want.
I want this man.
Badly.
It’s true what I said earlier. I have never felt this kind of connection with another man like I do with Chance. I have never been a one-night-stand kind of woman, either, yet with him I feel as though I’d take whatever I can get. Even if it turned out to be just one night.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” Chance says over the shell of my ear, goosebumps erupting in his wake. “I need to feel you, Faith.” His voice is gravelly as he scoops me up. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me across the shop, our eyes locked on one another, before he sets me down on the hood of some old car. I brace myself by planting my hands behind me on either side of the car’s hood, my legs open in silent invitation despite my mind reeling from the shock of my behaviour right now. But then Chance steps in between my legs, and any worry I have fades. I decide to go with it. I widen my legs, to give him more space. Chance leans in, kisses my cheek, tells me how pretty I am, then slowly slides one hand up the side of one thigh then the other, as if giving me time to back out. I offer a nod, telling him this is okay. Next thing I know, two strong hands are gripping my ass cheeks. I swallow a squeal when he pulls me forward to the hood’s edge, his hard cock suddenly pressed up against my core. He moans huskily, and it sends a shot of desire right through me. “Do you know how hard it is to fix cars with a raging hard on?” he asks into the sweet spot of my neck where it meets my shoulder, his words making me whimper. I need friction. I shift, moving my legs to wrap behind him and pull him towards me.
“I want to feel you.”
He grins, seemingly happy to oblige with my request. He begins to grind against me, nuzzling my neck, as he moves us against each other in some kind of delicious rhythm that has me about to explode from the friction. I release a moan, so damn close to coming I’m not sure I can wait any longer to feel him. Chance tilts my head back, takes my bottom lip between his teeth, and that’s it, I’m a goner.
“Please, Chance.” I plead.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You. I need to feel all of you. In me,” I purr.
His hands reach for my arms, and I raise them, giving him silent permission. Slowly, he starts to raise my T from my waist up and over my head, tossing it who knows where.
“Beautiful. You are exquisite, Faith.” He licks his lips, seeing me like this for the first time. Lowering his head between the valley of my breasts, he continues his praise, “So soft. Perfect. Fuck, I want you so bad,” he admits, slipping his tongue into the cup of my black demi bra, lapping over my nipple again and again. When I can’t take it anymore, I reach behind me, release the clasp, and toss the bra as if it’s singed me. Thankfully, Chance rewards my actions by sharing his attention between both my girls. Sucking, licking, biting, causing a pang of lust to shoot straight through me. I moan out his name.
“Condom?” I ask, reaching for the belt on his jeans and pulling it open.
“Wallet,” he says, and I’m on it, like a girl on an expedition to some great discovery.
We undress each other, discarded pieces of clothing flying this way and that.
“Lift,” Chance commands, when it’s time to rid me of my jeans. He easily peels them from my legs, his eyes zeroed in on my black lace panties as he slides them off, too.
“Lay back a little,” he says, licking his fingers before spreading my legs wide again. I gasp when Chance starts to run his strong fingers between my lips. I moan when he finds my clit and gives her the attention she needs and deserves. “I cannot wait to taste this sweetness,” he grunts, as he sinks two fingers inside me. “So damn hot, too fucking sexy,” he growls into my neck.
“Please...” is all I can muster as he continues finger fucking me, his mouth playing with my nipples. I toss my head back at the sensation of his touch, I savour the feelings as he continues to fine tune me like the mechanic he is. I’m soon barrelling down the rabbit hole when I feel him move his fingers in that magical “come hither” motion, and with one swift move, I’m pushed, dangling on the precipice.
“You ready for me?” he asks, mouth around my nipple.
“More than,” I manage to whimper. Pushing his hand out of the way, I reach for his cock and jerk him a few times, before becoming too frantic with desire for this man. I sheath him in the condom and position him at my opening.
“Fuckkk...” he groans, when he starts running his tip along my wetness, “Shit, that’s sexy.” His eyes are glued to where our bodies touch.
“Chance,” I whisper, as he finally starts to nudge himself inside, inch by inch, so fucking slowly I might go out of my mind.
“You feel like heaven, Faith. My very own sanctuary.” He pulls me in for a scorching kiss, and begins to drive into me at a faster pace. He’s big, I feel him everywhere. I love it.
“Yes, ohmygod, Chance, I’m going to come!” I moan. He grips my waist with both hands and drives into me even harder, making me lose my mind, faster and faster. “There, right there. Don’t stop,”
“Never.” He grabs onto my nipple with his mouth and sucks as he fucks me hard. Within seconds I’m coming, and with one last thrust, Chance comes too, landing on top of me, his body jerking, overcome with his own orgasm.
We lay on the hood awhile afterwards, me sprawled across Chance’s chest, his hand running up and down my back. We stay silent for what seems like ages.
“Faith?” he says, after some time.
“Uh huh?” I move to look at him. He runs his finger along my cheek tenderly, looking deep into my eyes, and smiles. Not the devilish one, no, the one that you can’t help smile back at—the beautiful one. It’s such a sweet gesture after laying here afraid to be the first to speak, I could cry. I have never ever done anything like this before in my life, and as we’ve been laying here I’ve been a little bit at war with myself, grappling with how to feel about what I’ve just done.
“I hope you know…I’m going to need to see you a fourth, a fifth, a tenth, a fiftieth, and pretty much a zillion more times. This won’t ever be enough.” he says, with so much sincerity I know without a doubt this is much more than a one-time thing between us.
Wiping a tear before it escapes, I move in closer to Chance’s face. Taking in all of his gorgeous features, I whisper an almost silent “Thank you for that,” over his soft lips before kissing him once again.
Once I’ve had my fill, I lean back, grin and say, “I think I’m ready to give my testimonial now,” then burst out laughing.
Epilogue
Chance
Fourteen months later…
“Did you ever think we’d see the day?” my brother Trevor asks both our pops and our older brother, Corey. They stare back at me in the full-length mirror where I fight to adjust the stupid tie around my neck so it sits properly.
“Nope.”
“Absolutely not. Still in shock.” Corey adds.
“See what?” I ask, adjusting my tux jacket over my vest, then turning to face them. They’re all dressed the same as me, except my vest is white to match my bride, and theirs, of course, are a light shade of purple, to match, well, Faith, and every other flower and decoration.