“Just one,” I breathed out, so turned on that I could barely stand it. “Why aren’t you inside me yet?”
No More Talking
Chance
“Why aren’t you inside me yet?”
The tone of her voice, all breathless and sexy, lit a fire in my bones and made my dick instantly ten times harder. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted Danika. My body craved her. Everything about her called to me and pulled me near. Staying away from her last semester had been a form of torture I never wanted to experience again.
And I knew I’d never have to. She was here, lying on my bed, waiting for me to make her mine. I’d meant what I said. Once we crossed this line, there was no going back. I wasn’t the kind of guy to fuck and leave. To be honest, I rarely fucked at all, but that was out of necessity for protecting my future.
I knew firsthand how the wrong girl could really screw that all up. The only way to make sure that there weren’t any problems of the female variety was to control who was in and out of my bed. It may it have seemed like a drastic measure to take, but growing up as Jack Carter’s son could do that to you.
“God, you’re beautiful. You know that?” I said as I leaned down, taking her mouth with mine.
Her lips were as perfect as I’d always dreamed they’d be. She tasted like spearmint and some kind of fruit. I had no idea which, but I couldn’t get enough of it as I ran my tongue along her lip before diving inside her mouth. She moaned, and I had to stop myself from coming in my pants.
“I want to feel you,” she said around our kiss as she tugged at my shirt. “Take it off,” she demanded, and I reached behind my head, grabbed the fabric, and pulled it free. “Oh my God, that was sexy. Put it back on and do that again!” She grabbed for my shirt and threw it back at me.
“Seriously?” I asked through a laugh, and she nodded, her eyes bulging wide.
“Yes. How did you do that? We don’t take off our shirts like that. Do. It. Again!” She was so happy that I did as she’d asked. Her jaw dropped. “Always take your shirts off like that. Every time. Okay? Promise me.”
“I promise,” I said before touching the bottom of her shirt and lifting it slightly, exposing her tanned skin. I pressed my mouth there, licking and nibbling my way across her stomach, as her hips lifted and started gyrating in small circles. “You begging for me without words, baby?” I asked, staring at the lower half of her body, and she stopped moving completely.
“I’m just”—she lifted her head to look at me—“so turned on. I want you inside me.”
I shook my head. “Not yet. I’ve waited too long for this moment to not enjoy it.”
“Who says you won’t enjoy being in me?” She pretended to be offended, and I stopped myself from grinning.
“I’m going to enjoy every inch of you first. Now, stop talking, Danika. Unless you’re screaming my name, I don’t want to hear any more words.”
“Damn. You’re bossy,” she said, and I shot her a look before she added, “I like it though.”
I liked it too. There was something about feeling strong around an already-strong woman that was an absolute turn-on. It was like she empowered me and added to my strength instead of doing the opposite that so many guys warned about.
Kissing her stomach, I inched my mouth lower at the same time as my hands worked on the button of her jeans. It came undone with a pop, and I moved to the zipper, dragging it down. Her hips wiggled as she tried to help me get her out of them.
Leaning back on my legs, I used both hands to tug and pull the fabric around her hip bones, which were currently my favorite things. They stood out, begging to be noticed, so I leaned forward, kissing each one before going back to her jeans. When I had shoved them down enough, she started kicking, turning them inside out before casting them away. My breath hitched as I took her in. Seeing her almost naked for the first time was overwhelming. I lost all my words.
My hands moved instinctively to her ankles before my fingertips brushed up the length of her calves to her knees. I wanted to touch every inch of her naturally bronzed skin. She was so damn soft, and I was nothing but rough edges and callous hands. I thought I breathed out a curse as I looked at her, but I had no idea what my mouth had said. I ran my hands up her thighs, skimming around the hem of her underwear but not going inside. She sucked in a breath.
“You like that?” I asked, feeling like a damn superhero at how my touch was causing her to react. It only made me want to do it more. I wanted to own her body, her movements, her pleasure.
“I’m not allowed to talk,” she said, and I let out a soft huff.
“Who knew you were so obedient?” I teased.
“I can stop,” she said, but it wasn’t believable. Danika was pliable under my touch, willing to do whatever I asked.
I responded with a resounding, “No,” and her eyes rolled back into her head as she closed them, her hips moving to grind against my hand.
I’d never imagined Danika being submissive in any way, but having her like this for our first time in bed was perfect. I guessed a part of me needed her to listen and not fight back for once.
My fingers skated over her panties, across her pussy, and her entire body clenched as the heels of her feet dug into the bed.
“Chance,” she breathed out, and I smiled, knowing what she craved.
Lowering my head between her thighs, I licked at the fabric of her panties. The sound that escaped her lips made me want to fuck my own mattress; it was so hot. I kept licking her, panties still in place, knowing that it was driving her as crazy as it was driving me. I knew she was dying for me to slide them over or off, so I could taste the real thing.
I couldn’t wait a second longer. Pulling the fabric to one side, her bare pussy exposed, I practically dived in headfirst. My tongue went in, barely touching her flesh, just so I could torment her a little longer. She grabbed for my head and pulled my hair hard.
“Chance. Do it already,” she begged.
“Do what?” I asked against her, my breath hot and teasing, my lips talking to hers.
“Eat my pussy. Please.”
I had no idea how I hadn’t lost it right there in my pants. There was zero chance I’d ever been more turned on in my entire life. My dick was so fucking hard; it throbbed and ached with each beat of my heart.
I started feasting on her. Licking with long, flat strokes of my tongue before fucking her with it. My tongue darted in and out of her hole, making her squirm and buck against me before I eventually replaced it with a finger. Pushing it all the way in, I fucked her with it as I licked her clit, the taste of her driving me wild.
“Oh fuck, Chance. Just like that,” she moaned as I finger-fucked her and licked her like I had been born to do it. “Don’t stop.”
Not a chance, I thought to myself.
“Come for me, baby,” I said, hoping she would.
I’d never had a girl come in my mouth before, and I prayed to the pussy-eating gods that I was doing it well enough that she would. If the way she moved was any indication, she liked exactly what I was giving her.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned, and I kept doing what I had been doing, too cautious to change a thing and ruin it all.