MEGAN
Was it possible not to be melting in your chair when a man like Chance Atwood said something like that? I was convinced it’s mandatory to be a pile of goo and to experience the kind of ache you couldn’t talk of to your mother.
I licked my lips and dropped my eyes to his mouth when his own proved to be too intense for a public environment.
“You’re not playing fair,’’ I whispered and pressed my thighs together.
“That’s the thing, Megan. I’m not playing with you.’’ He took a deep breath then and chuckled. “Shit, I can’t even go twenty minutes without getting hard around you.’’
“You—you mean that you’re…’’
“Hard and ready to fuck you?’’ he asked with a twisted smile and eyes bright in amusement or maybe it was the sinful thoughts running through his mind. “Let’s say that if I weren’t trying to woo you, I’d have asked you to go to the bathroom and wait for me there.’’
My eyes widened and a heat wave assaulted me. It intensified the lust coursing through my whole body. My toes arched in my shoes. “Oh.’’
“That’s all you have to say?’’ He tilted his head and eyed me deeply. Once again it felt as if he peeled all my layers to unearth my very heart. That should be enough of an electroshock to pull back and protect myself, but it was too late. I had been delusional the moment I agreed to a kiss, and now it was only a matter of protecting my heart as best as possible while entertaining a physical relationship with Chance, however long it lasted and whatever it entailed. “Have I shocked you?’’
“Hm… No.’’
“You have to be more convincing,’’ he aptly pointed out just when our meals were served. Once again, he didn’t spare the pretty waitress more attention than was politely acceptable and kept all his laser-like focus on me.
“I’ve never had a man talk to me like that,’’ I admitted and then put all of my attention on my meal so as to keep in check the warmth spreading to my cheeks and quickly falling to my neck.
“It’s strange.’’
“Strange?’’ I blurted and my eyes flew to his, fork and knife hanging limply from my fingers.
“Yes, strange, because I’m both chagrined you’ve only known limp-dicked men and delighted to be the first one to openly talk dirty to you and mean it.’’
There’s not an ounce of doubt there. I will be naked in his bed in no time at all and there’s a good chance my heart will be reduced to ashes.
***
MEGAN
With my hand in Chance’s, I let him lead me into his apartment.
As soon as we were finished with dinner, Chance paid the bill and with just a look and a smile, I found myself following him to his car. Resisting the man proved to be a task I couldn’t commit to and I didn’t mind that.
My body was a mess of nerves and lust, a combination so odd and exhilarating I shook.
He tightened his grip on my hand and turned around to face me in the middle of his large living room.
“Hey,’’ he whispered and cupped my face. His thumb caressed my jaw. “We don’t have to do anything, Megan. We can hang out and watch something on Netflix.’’
And just like that I relaxed and lost myself in his incredible blue eyes. I let go of my fears of his past sexual encounters, of what would be, could be or will be. I was in the moment and made the conscious decision to live this moment to the fullest.
“No, I want you, too,’’ I whispered in return and put my hands on his abs. They contracted under my palms, sending tingles up my arms. Slowly, I caressed my way up his chest and stopped only when I went to my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He gripped my waist but kept his touch light. The shaking in his hands told me what I needed to know.
He was on the brink of pouncing on me, treading dangerously on the edge and I loved it.
“Megan,’’ he mumbled, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
“Touch me, Chance.’’ And before I let him move his hands from my hips to wherever he wanted to put them, I took hold of one and brought it to my breast.
My chest heaved, but what I noticed more was how my nipples immediately hardened when my body registered the warmth from Chance’s palm and its weight.
And his eyes.
If I could stare at his eyes forever, it wouldn’t be too long, especially when they spoke of the thing he wanted to do to me, with me.
“Take off my vest and tie,’’ he ordered me roughly, his voice a rumble that echoed through my body to end in my heavy breasts. “Shit, your breasts are perfect.’’
His fingers toyed with my nipples, tugging them until I couldn’t keep in the moan that I tried to muffle with my closed mouth.
“They’re small,’’ I breathlessly uttered as I threw away his tie. I made quick work of his vest, temporarily mourning his hands on my breasts when he pulled away to let it fall on the floor. But as soon as his expensive vest hit the floor next to the couch, he was touching me again. I closed my eyes under his blissful ministrations.
“They’re perfect,’’ he countered with conviction. “Fat nipples, round, perky breasts… Perfection that I need in my mouth.’’
“Bedroom. We need to go to your bedroom.’’
“Yes, fuck, yes.’’ And then he crashed his mouth on mine and grabbed the back of my thighs to get me off the floor.
I squealed in his mouth and laughed when I couldn’t reach the ground anymore. There was only one thing left; hang onto his broad shoulders and keep kissing him without holding anything back.
In no time he let me slide down his tall body, pressing me against his hard cock. There was no doubt of his desire for me.
“Whoah,’’ I whispered, eyes big on his crotch. When his laugh registered through my buzzing ears, I glanced up and noticed we were in his bedroom and that he was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his skin inch after inch.
“What is it?’’
As if he didn’t know. Instead of answering him, I licked my lips to let his taste linger in my mouth and closed the space between us right when he undid the last button of his shirt. Without waiting or letting his muscled chest and his sexiness intimidate me, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. All the while, I kept my eyes on his and my hands on his body.
I’ve been with handsome men before, but no one that was this well-built and with as much sex appeal. Or maybe it was my biased opinion, but then many other women fell preys to his charms. With just a look, a touch and his upper body bared, my panties were drenched. I pressed my thighs together and pushed my body closer until his hard length came into contact with my stomach.
“I want to see all of you,’’ he whispered in my ear and lowered the zipper on my back.
With a small push, my dress pooled at my feet, baring me to his searing eyes. I didn’t move to hide my body or cover my naked breasts. From the look on his face and his flushed cheeks, there was no room for doubts as to his appreciation.
“You make me want to possess your body.’’
“Then do.’’
“Hold onto me,’’ he ordered and slipped a hand in my panties. “You’re so wet. Shit, you want me as badly as I want you.’’
I nodded, unable to make a sound other than the moan he tore out of me with his fingers when they pushed against my clit. My hips moved, thrusting to get more of his touch. As a result, my knees wobbled and my fingers bit into his bared shoulders.
“You drive me crazy, Megan,’’ he groaned when he pushed two fingers inside me. “I want to feel your tight, wet pussy around me and I bet you’re dying to get my cock.’’
“Chance,’’ I moaned, face tucked against his heaving chest, hips moving harder. Already, my orgasm is getting closer, growing and building so fast it’s dizzying. “I need you. Now. Now, please.’’
“Shit,’’ he swore again and pulled out his fingers. No sooner did I protest their absence than my panties were gone and I was flat on my back with Chance taking off his slacks and underwear.
Watching him baring his body to my greedy eyes was an experience I had always underestimated. Staring at his muscles playing in the low light of the bedroom, the size of his cock and the way his eyes seemed to never stray far from my naked form sprawled on his bed… that in itself was an orgasmic experience. Or close anyway, because I was dripping wet. I ached so deeply I was close to touching myself, and my breasts had never been this heavy and sensitive. My whole body buzzed with the need for his touch because only his could sate me, put an end to this painful lust I couldn’t fight off.
Once his underwear cleared his cock, it sprang free, beelining for me or maybe that was my mind playing tricks because I had never been so lost to my desires, not even when I discovered how good it could be to let a member of the opposite sex touch me.
“You’re incredible,’’ I whispered and immediately regretted it. I sounded like the lovesick idiot I had been a couple of months ago.
“And you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever had naked in front of me,’’ he answered without missing a beat. “You sure about this? Because once I’m on the bed with you, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to back off.’’
I extended my hand for him to grab in silent invitation and his smile would have mesmerized me if only his cock didn’t keep on catching my attention. He wrapped his large hand around mine and crawled on top of me. He stopped only when he pressed himself against me.
I gasped at the sensation of his smooth skin, the large cock against my clit and hiked my knees higher on either side of him. When he pushed my hand until it rested above my head and he grabbed my thigh to get one of my legs higher, I had trouble breathing.
With his eyes deep into mine, seeing all of me and not just skin deep, I trembled and cupped his scratchy jaw from the day’s old scruff.
“Take me,’’ I whispered close to his mouth, twining my fingers with his above my head and pressing my thighs harder on either side of him.
He moved against me, not a lot, but just enough to tease me, to slide over my wet folds and bump into my clit. Our quiet moans mingled and our foreheads met.
“Let me kiss you first,’’ he breathed out and then did just that. He kissed me so deeply I saw stars, so hard I had a taste of what was about to come, so intimately it lured me into hoping against reason for more.
When he lightly bit my lower lip and broke the kiss, he pulled back to get a condom from the bedside table. He made quick work of it, and for once I found watching a man putting on protection incredibly hot.
Maybe it’s the way he jerked himself a few times and how precum leaked from the red tip.
Maybe it’s because the muscles in his arms and chest flexed and the veins in his forearms made an appearance.
Or it was simply the combination of everything mixed with anticipation.
“Look at me,’’ he commanded, voice thick as the tip of his cock made contact with my aching core. I forced my eyes to stay open and did what he asked. “No, not my eyes, baby.’’ And then, his gaze fell to where we would soon be connected.
“Oh,’’ I breathed out in a gasp.
I traced his chest with my eyes and licked my lips when I reached his happy trail. But when I took in his large, hard cock at my entrance, my mouth fell open.
“There, baby. Keep looking.’’
Slowly, he disappeared inside of me, stretching me blissfully without stopping until I had nothing more to see.
“That was hot,’’ I panted out and let him get a hold of my hand back above my head and with his other on my thigh to hike it high above his forearm. “And you feel so… good,’’ I choked out when he retreated to thrust back inside me on a guttural groan I felt deep in my belly. “Chance!’’
“Damn, baby,’’ he rasped and kissed me on a moan as he thrust inside me again, harder this time, pressing down on my hand above my head. My hand on his back slid down to grab his ass and I encouraged him to go faster by pushing him closer to me. “Move with me.’’ I let go of my inhibitions at his words. I pressed open-mouthed kisses on his corded neck and thrust my hips in sync with him, and the sensations were incredible.
“Harder,’’ I begged him in his ear and kissed him behind it.
“Yes, yes,’’ he groaned and fucked me harder, with the kind of precision I had never been on the receiving end of. I had never been filled to almost pain. I teetered between amazing pain and a pleasure so intense my eyes got blurry and the room spun.
He released my hand and my thigh to take hold of his headboard. I cried out in pleasure when the new angle intensified everything. Without thinking, I brought a hand to my breast and played with my nipple while I kept the other firmly pressed on his flexing ass.
“You’re so deep.’’
“And if I could I’d go deeper, Megan,’’ he growled, thrusting faster. His eyes drank in my small breasts that moved with our desperate movements. “Shit, you’re going to make me come if you keep clenching around me like that.’’
“I’m close, Chance,’’ I gasped and tugged on my nipple when pleasure mounted again, stealing my breath. A thin coat of sweat covered me and the light glistened off his equally sweaty body. “Don’t stop.’’
He rasped my name, repeated it in a sinful prayer in tempo to his thrusts, coaxing my orgasm and feeding my pleasure until I couldn’t hold off anymore.
I soared and came, crying out his name in a strangled voice while my whole body arched upward and I clenched from my toes to my pussy. I didn’t hear anything but the buzzing in my ears, and my name once again rasped in a tone I would have never dreamed of hearing from Chance.
I watched as he threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly. I forgot myself and stared at his neck corded and more blood rushed to his face.
And finally, silence replaced the slapping sounds of our bodies, our moans. Only our heaving breathings were left and a feeling of completion that I had never known in my life. It seeped through my bones, mollified my every muscle and put my mind on break.
Our eyes found each other and we laid there. His softening cock was inside me as I still rippled from the most insane orgasm.
“How can I not want more of you after that?’’ he asked quietly, his voice so soft and intimate, my heart squeezed in my chest. It was painful. It was beautiful.
“How can you expect me to protect myself after that?’’
He shook his head and cupped my face. “You don’t have to, Megan. I won’t hurt you.’’
“You don’t know that.’’