Chance
This was a bad idea.
I knew it. She probably knew it too. Yet here I was, giving Londyn a ride home when we both knew the drive to her place was really just a small step on the ladder of things I wanted to do to her. At least, I assumed she knew. She seemed to be well aware of the fact that I was wildly attracted to the woman she had become, a feeling that caught me off-guard since I hadn’t seen much of her over the years outside of the social media updates from Eric that told me she was living and living well.
But I ain’t know baby girl was living this well.
Truth be told, I always thought she was attractive. Glowing butterscotch skin, perfectly pointy nose, petite little cheerleader frame that she had filled out over the years, and those damn hazel brown eyes. But it was always, “Eric’s cute little sister” meaning she was off-limits; at least to me.
Of course some of our other homies didn’t respect code, trying their hand at her only to come to blows with Eric since he wasn’t having that shit. And while they might’ve thought he was cockblocking, I always figured he was just being understandably overprotective, something I respected enough to keep my distance since I wasn’t about to ruin a friendship over a pretty face.
Tonight though, she was more than just a pretty face. Little cutie Londyn had transformed into “sexy ass, grown ass Londyn”, not giving me much of a choice of whether or not I wanted to fuck with her; her brother be damned.
As if she could read my mind, she broke the silence of the drive to say, “You know, of all of Eric’s friends, you’re the only one who’s never tried me. Why is that?”
Instead of giving the explanation I had already thought up, I shrugged when I challenged, “I could ask you the same thing. I mean, all your little friends got at me one way or another. But not you. You were the only one who played it cool.”
It wasn’t that I was bothered by Londyn being the only one to never come after me way back when, I just always found it… interesting, especially since I was well aware of the fact that I was the talk of her little circle. And man, did those girls try their hardest to compete against each other for my attention when I knew good and well I wasn’t dealing with any of their ditzy asses.
Still, while Londyn was always in the mix, she was never one to really even glance my way. Though she tried to make sense of it all when she replied, “Because you weren’t all that,” teasingly gnawing at the corner of her lip as she waited for me to be offended.
Since I could tell she was playing - knew she better have been playing - I only laughed. “Damn, tell me how you really feel.”
She turned in her seat towards me, the seatbelt straining against her chest that was barely contained by the thin fabric of her dress now that she had returned my blazer. And not only was the top getting ready to spill but the bottom as well when she kicked her heels off and hooked one of her legs under her, causing the hem of her dress to rise just high enough for her pussy to surely be peeking out if I had the time to look without crashing the car.
“It’s a rental anyway,” I thought, tempted to take my chances when Londyn admitted, “Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. I guess I just… saw the kind of attention you drew and wasn’t about to join the pack when there were other dudes who wanted me. Or at least, other dudes who acted like they wanted me.”
“Yeah, those same goofies you were complaining about earlier,” I reminded her, growing annoyed since, from what I knew, she deserved so much better.
I mean, I could only imagine the type of bullshit she put up with on account of what was “best available” in this stale ass city. Nothing against my hometown; I was proud to rep it. But even from a distance, I knew just how shallow the dating pool sat.
Shit was as close to empty as empty got.
“You say that like you’re so much better,” she challenged with a giggle, leaning into the center console and increasing the tease I wasn’t sure she was intending to put on as her cleavage filled most of the space between us.
But I certainly wasn’t complaining. And since I also wasn’t one to beat around the bush, I simply replied, “I can show you better than I can tell you, Londyn.”
Oh, she’s definitely tryna fuck.
I was glad to see we were relatively on the same page as I pulled up to the address she had given me, immediately noticing that whatever gaming company Londyn worked for was taking good care of her and avoiding her question to ask one of my own. “This you?”
She nodded, already unclicking her seatbelt when she answered, “Yep. Pull behind the right side of the garage so you don’t block me in.”
“Block you in? Who said I was parking to stay?” I asked, once again trying to confirm I was reading the situation correctly. The last thing I needed was Londyn putting me on blast in front of her brother for throwing my dick in the race when she wasn’t even on that.
Lucky for me, Londyn made things crystal clear the second I put the car in park, not even waiting for me to turn it off before she was climbing over the center console to straddle my lap and answer, “Me.”
My hands instinctively went to her hips, landing against the fabric that had bunched up around her waist as she rested her hands against my shoulders just… staring at me. The mystique of her eyes only intensified under the glow of night’s sky, seeing her full-on sex appeal without an audience around to interrupt enough to have me rock hard. And I could tell she felt it too once she ground her hips against me and smirked, though that still didn’t stop me from asking, “What you thinkin’ about, LoLo?”
She pulled her lip between her teeth, the tone of her voice hinted with amusement when she answered, “Just tryna decide where I wanna start. All of you looks so… appetizing from up here.”
“So do you. Especially these,” I replied as I bent my head and stuffed my face right in her cleavage, giving her titties a mini-motorboat that made her laugh.
“You can do better than that, Chance,” she insisted, moving to pull the strap of her dress down to give me full access. And while I wanted to enjoy the show, the fact that we were still in her driveway - meaning, we could be seen by anyone who cared to look - had me a little shook.
“Man, you’re crazy. These windows aren’t even tinted,” I told her, thinking maybe that reminder would have her reconsidering her actions. But she was hardly fazed, shrugging out of the other strap before reaching back to unhook her bra.
“My neighbors go to bed at like, nine o'clock. We’re good.”
In that case… “I got it,” I told her, reaching behind to unhook her bra myself as my mouth went to her neck. And any worries I had were snatched once I discovered her skin tasted exactly how it looked; sweet enough to have me wondering what the rest of her tasted like.
“Probably like sin,” I answered myself, though my actions didn’t quite align with that assumption since I was still on my way to dance with the devil as I continued to kiss and nibble against her collarbone, making her groan.
And grind.
Londyn was dry-humping the fuck out of me with every swipe of my tongue, the restriction for much growth in my jeans quickly becoming a problem as I warned, “Londyn, you gotta stop grinding against me like that.”
“Or maybe you just need to get rid of these damn pants,” she replied breathily, reaching between us to get to my zipper; something I knew we’d never be able to turn back from if I let her have at it.
With that on my mind, I gave her one last out. “But what about Er…”
She didn’t even let me finish, putting a stiff finger against my mouth to cut me off. “I literally give not a single fuck about Eric right now. This is between me... and you. So let it stay there, okay?”
Her dress was tousled, her box braids had fallen around her shoulders, and her eyes practically dared me to stop her. She was too damn sexy. And even though I could sense the trouble I was getting myself into, that didn’t stop me from agreeing to her request as I pushed her braids out of the way to get back to her neck while she removed the opposite bra strap, unveiling some of the prettiest titties I had ever seen.
With pierced nipples.
I was doomed.
She tilted back just enough against the steering wheel to give me better access as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against her piercing before pulling her nipple between my teeth, eliciting a growl that had me worried I had bit too hard. But when she locked a hand behind my head to keep me close and started grinding against me like before, I quickly learned that was exactly how she liked it, making me do it again and getting an even more enthusiastic reaction.
“Shitttt, Chance,” she moaned once I moved to her other titty, giving it the equal attention it deserved since it looked just as good while also tweaking the opposite nipple between my fingertips. It was almost as if whatever I did to them shot straight to her pussy, the smell of her increasing arousal only making me hungrier for sin as the windows began to fog around us.
As if she couldn’t take the teasing any longer, her hands were back at my zipper. And that’s when it hit me. “I uh… I don’t think I have any protection on me,” I admitted, knowing it was the rookiest mistake of all. I mean, it would’ve been nothing to grab a pack of condoms during the ice run with Eric just in case. Then again, that might’ve made him too suspicious which would’ve led to a bunch of questions I couldn’t have answered with a straight face.
Probably the exact interrogation I needed to keep me from fuckin’ with the devil.
Sexiest devil I’ve ever seen, though.
I was just sure that my slip-up would kill the mood until she replied, “I have some. In the house. Come on.”
She was already climbing back to her side of the car to grab her things, covering her body back up just enough to get inside without getting an indecent exposure ticket when I asked, “You sure?”
With her hand against the car door, she turned back with a troubled expression. “Unless you’re not…”
I quickly shook my head. “Nah, nah. I’m… I’m good.”
But I wasn’t good. I was… bothered. Not because of anything she had done, but because of how eager I felt about the whole situation.
This was Londyn; little LoLo from back in the day. And all I wanted to do was be inside of her. Was so desperate to get inside of her that I’m surprised protection even came to mind.
Shit, it almost didn’t.
Before I could let my overthinking think me straight out of a nut, I followed her lead and hopped out of the car, climbing the short set of stairs to her front door where she was already busy trying to hold her heels in one hand while digging through her purse for her keys with the other.
“Let me help you, Londyn,” I told her, reaching to grab her shoes so she could have both hands to find what she was looking for.
But instead of accepting my offer, she yanked out a key ring full of shit and said, “I got it.” Slamming and turning the key in both the top and bottom lock before pushing it open to let us inside.
She immediately turned on the light in the front room then dropped her heels near the door, instructing me to do the same as she slipped towards the back of the house. And while I still couldn’t believe I was here, particularly my reason for being inside, I couldn’t help taking in how nice her spot was; structured with an older charm, but decorated with a modern feel that created the perfect balance.
It was dope. And she was dope, incredibly accomplished according to the various awards and certificates lining the walls. One in particular stood out, an award for Emerging Video Game Designer that I may or may not have been salty about missing out on during my early years with the company I worked for. But I was glad to see they had at least broken out of the usual mold and given it to someone black; someone very much deserving according to the sketches laid out on her coffee table as if she had been pulled from work just for tonight’s party.
The scene was all too familiar.
I was just getting ready to flip through her sketchbook when my view was obstructed by a box of condoms falling on top of it, prompting me to peek up and find Londyn in… next to nothing. The bra from the car had been replaced with one much lacier and panties to match, her hair had been pulled up into a high bun, and her skin was now scented with something that damn near had my stomach growling with hunger.
A hunger for her.
Before I became too content just looking at her fine ass for the rest of the night, I picked up the box of condoms and smirked. “Ribbed for her pleasure, huh?”
She shrugged, joining me on the couch when she replied, “If I’m supplying the condoms, they’re gonna be what I want. Not some golden ticket, artificial ego boost… or maybe not artificial.”
Just that quickly, she was already back to what she had started in the car, running a hand against my dick that was practically begging to be freed; begging for her. And she took complete advantage of that fact when she finally got my jeans unzipped, slipping a hand inside of my boxers for a feel as she said, “Damn, Chance. No wonder all those girls were on you back then. All this dick and you probably didn’t even know what to do with it.”
“Don’t even trip. I’ve perfected my craft now,” I told her confidently with a lick of my lips, enjoying the feel of her hand wrapped around my dick a little too much.
But then she took it to the next level, licking her lips the same way I had when she replied, “Yeah? Well so have I.” Before pulling me free and replacing her hand with her hot ass, wet ass mouth.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my head sunk against the back of her couch as she took me completely, not even gagging when I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. In fact, it seemed as if that was her goal; to swallow me whole and never let my dick see the light of day ever again.
What a hell of a goodbye.
As long as whatever she was doing never stopped, she could have my dick. I mean, it was clear she knew how to take good care of it, it was going to a good home, and… what the fuck am I even talking about?
Her head game had me giving my dick up to her for adoption and it was clear she was just getting started as she teasingly swirled her tongue around the tip before taking me whole once again, making my toes scrunch in my socks and my thighs tighten under her grip.
I had to do something.
Instead of letting her have complete control, letting her have all the fun, I slipped a hand into her panties, quickly discovering her pussy was just as wet as her mouth. My fingers against her clit had her breaking the rhythm of her bobbing to moan in response to my touch, which really only made things better for me since her moaning around my dick felt just as good as everything else she was doing. But it seemed as if not being in control wasn’t her thing when her mouth abandoned my dick, instead stroking it in her hand as she moved her mouth to my balls. And in that moment, I learned a valuable lesson.
The devil doesn’t play fair.
Between her stroking my dick with one hand, cupping and licking my balls with the other, and her wet pussy gushing against my fingertips, my senses were at max capacity, everything tingling all over in a way I had never experienced before. But I knew one thing; baby girl was going to get hers before I got mine no matter what I had to do to make it happen, even if that meant never getting my own.
With a new determination, I found the strength to slip the upper half of my body towards the lower half of hers, aligning my face with her pussy before pushing her panties to the side and pulling it straight to my face. But even that had me back on the clouds since she smelled so fuckin’ good and tasted even better, my tongue going crazy against her clit in search of every drop of her essence.
“Oh fuck,” she growled, completely ceasing her own operations to focus on what I was doing to her. And I was sure to terrorize her the same way she had done to me, licking and sucking her swollen pearl with precision until she begged, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Truth be told, I never wanted to stop. And I didn’t want her to stop doing what she was doing either. But we had to stop if I was ever going to get inside of her. So instead of delaying that any further, I didn’t follow her request, on another mission of my own when I slipped from under her to grab the condoms and told her what I was sure she was dying to hear.
“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Not if I ride the shit out of you first,” she quickly fired back, falling against the couch before reaching to pull her panties off and tossing them at the back of my head the second I turned around.
Real cute.
“Man, I can tell you been fuckin’ with some lame niggas around here cause you talk way too much shit. You ain’t runnin’ nothin’, Londyn,” I said as I got rid of my clothes, excited to strap up just so I could shut all that shit down.
But she wasn’t at all pressed by my challenge, instead keeping one finger between her teeth while rubbing another finger against her clit like she was keeping it warm for me when she replied, “Oh, I’m definitely running shit, Chance. Which is exactly why you had to distract yourself with my pussy. So you wouldn’t bust prematurely.”
“See what I mean? I’m about to fuck you up,” I told her the second I slipped the condom on, the texture catching me off-guard until I remembered her little spiel about them being how she wanted. But it really didn’t matter what kind of condoms she had, she was about to get the best dick of her life regardless.
Of course her ass couldn’t help egging me on, her eyes tight when she said, “I dare you.” And with that, it was game on as I yanked her up from the couch and bent her over the arm of it before slamming into her from behind, causing a succession of expletives to fall from her lips.
Music to my ears.
She was just barely hanging onto her tippy toes as I kept her where I wanted her with one hand gently around her neck and the other firmly at her waist, pounding out every single bit of bravado she came into this shit with. And I wasn’t letting up until she admitted how wrong she was, tightening my grip on her neck just slightly when I growled, “Now who runs this shit, Londyn?”
“I… fuckkkk.”
“What was that?” I asked, giving hard, fast strokes that I knew she wouldn’t be able to respond to. And I really didn’t need her to, my point already made with every scream and hissed curse word as she did her best to hold her own.
I would’ve been lying if I said she wasn’t, every stroke I was delivering feeling just as good to me as it obviously felt to her. And just when I got comfortable being in control, comfortable listening to the steady sounds of our skin smacking together mixed with her little moans of satisfaction, Londyn moved my hand from her neck to her mouth, sucking and biting on my fingers as she started throwing her ass back against me.
“This freaky ass mothafucka,” I thought, trying to stay focused as my dick started hitting places it hadn’t yet reached; like she had suddenly opened a trap door in her pussy to let me slide in deeper. And my dick was happy as hell to be there; maybe a little too happy since I felt some precum beginning to seep out.
“Shit,” I hissed, trying my best to hold off though I really had no control. And I was beyond relieved when I heard Londyn scream, “Fuck, I’m cummin’!” Her announcement along with the throbbing from her orgasm around my dick not giving me much of a choice but to join her.
Somehow it still felt like a notch in the win column, especially since my lack of preparation hadn’t stopped us before we could even get started. And considering how much cum was in the latex when I peeled it off, enough to make a boatload of pretty little hazel-eyed babies, the first thing I said was, “Thank God for condoms.”
“Especially ribbed ones,” Londyn added with a breathy chuckle, making me chuckle right with her as I followed her towards what I assumed was the bathroom to dispose of the evidence. Though once we were there, I couldn’t help stopping to take a moment and appreciate how fuckin’ gorgeous she was, the afterglow from our sex only making her that much more radiant.
Because Lucifer was an angel first, right?
“Chance, how can you possibly be thinking so hard about anything already?”
“Huh?” I asked, snapping out of my thoughts to find Londyn now wrapped in a silky, black robe.
She released her bun that was mostly destroyed anyway, letting her braids fall back against her shoulders when she explained, “Your face. I can tell you’re thinking hard about somethin’, so what is it?”
Since calling her a devil to her face didn’t seem like the best idea, I came up with something better, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and watching her giddy reaction in the mirror as I answered, “I was thinking… about how hard it’s gonna be to keep my hands to myself at brunch tomorrow now that I know you’re workin’ with all this.”
Acknowledging how attractive she was was one thing. But knowing exactly what sat underneath whatever she planned to wear tomorrow, watching her eat knowing just how good her mouth felt wrapped around my dick…
I quickly found myself back lost in thought until she laughed and insisted, “I really doubt you’ll have a problem with that.”
“You sound so sure,” I said, landing a kiss against the nape of her neck that made her squeal out of my hold.
And with her arms crossed over her chest, she replied, “Because I am so sure. Now do you know how to get back to your hotel from here, or do you need some directions?”
“Damn, you’re already kickin’ me out?” I asked teasingly as I made my way back to the front room to get my clothes.
Londyn was right on my heels, her voice laced with amusement when she answered, “No. I’m just sending you to the place that has a bed you can sleep in because you’re not sleeping in mine.”
“We don’t have to sleep,” I suggested, more than willing to get rid of the boxers I had just put on for a round two.
But instead of taking me up on my offer, she only groaned, “Chance…”
I shook my head, grabbing my shirt and jeans as I rattled, “And here I thought you were really ‘bout that life. I swear y’all love talking all that shit just to get us hyped and never actually wanna back it up. I’ma ride your dick, I’ma snatch your soul, blah, blah, blah shut the fuck up...”
“Chance!” she screeched, stopping me mid-pants leg to threaten, “I will literally ruin your life right now. So don’t tempt me.”
The fact that she was challenging me - again - only had me right back fired up. And even though I had no idea what kind of trouble I was getting myself into, that still didn’t stop me from replying, “Don’t tempt you? Shit, in that case, I dare you.”