SWNOVELS Chance: Chapter 32
Rory’sentire body was like a dry piece of tinder. The moment her lips met Chance’s, everything ignited. She needed his touch. Craved it. Everything he’d said, every little memory of the things he’d done to her, exploded inside her head until she’d had to kiss him or lose her mind.
She’d slept soundly beside him all night but she’d awakened with an ache between her legs that her fingers weren’t going to ease. Not that she’d intended on using Gus while Chance was still in the house. No, she’d been planning to wait until he left for the range before she took care of business. So why the hell she’d decided she needed to retrieve him from the closet right that minute, she’d never know.
All she’d intended was to tuck him away in his drawer, but the boxes came crashing down and Chance came bursting in, and now she was about to get laid because she’d realized Gus wasn’t ever going to fill the chasm of need that Chance could.
“Baby,” he said against her lips. “I’ve missed you so much.”
She couldn’t respond, not with words. Instead, she went for his belt, tugging it open and attacking his zipper. She wanted his smooth cock in her hands, wanted to feel the velvety skin over the hardened steel. She wanted to cup his balls in her hand and slide him in her mouth the way she’d done before.
More than that, she wanted him deep inside her, stroking the emptiness away, filling her with his heat. He reached down and cupped her ass, lifting her until she had to wrap her legs around him. She growled that he’d taken her fun away with his cock, but it didn’t last because he was walking her over to the bed, his tongue in her mouth, his fingers squeezing her ass before he skimmed a thumb over her center. Even with pajama pants blocking the way, she shuddered at his touch.
He lowered her and ripped her sleep shirt off, revealing her breasts. Her insulin pump and glucose monitor were on opposite sides of her abdomen. They sometimes made her shy with a man, but she wasn’t shy with Chance. Even with the morning light streaming through the curtains and brightening the room, she wasn’t worried about what he might think. Not about her body or her medical devices.
Chance had always made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman on earth when he was with her. She’d told herself that was his player gene, the one that could make any woman drop her panties and feel privileged to do so. And maybe it was, but if the result was her feeling like a million bucks naked, then she’d take it.
She went for his jeans again, intending to shove them down his hips, but he stopped her by dropping to his knees and tugging her to his mouth. He latched onto a nipple and sucked, and Rory’s knees nearly buckled. She moaned as she dropped her hands onto his shoulders and held on. He worked one nipple and then the other, releasing the first with a soft pop. It’d hardened into a tight little point, wet from his mouth.
Chance dragged her pajama bottoms down until they fell into a puddle at her ankles. Then his fingers were between her legs, skimming her sex as she gasped.
“Christ you’re wet for me. Need to taste you. Hop up on the bed.”
She did as he told her, leaving her pajama pants in a heap on the floor. She was utterly naked and he was still clothed, though his fly was open. He came to the edge of the bed on his knees, then tugged her to him until her pussy was in his face. She let her legs fall open, her heart hammering in her chest.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She should have waited to retrieve Gus, then soothed the ache with his rubbery purple goodness. He vibrated. Chance did not vibrate. She wasn’t in danger of falling for Gus either. Chance, however…
“Get ready for the stars, kitten,” he said, and then he licked into her core and she bowed up off the bed.
There was no buildup. No gentle climb towards a shattering orgasm. One second he fastened his mouth over her clit and the next she was arching her back and rubbing against his face as her orgasm exploded through her.
Chance didn’t back off, though. He slid two fingers inside her and she gripped him tight as he worked them in and out, drawing her climax to greater heights. When she’d had too much, when she was too sensitive to take another moment, she pushed at his shoulders. He stopped what he was doing, kissing his way along her inner thigh instead.
When he looked up and their eyes met, her heart squeezed a little bit tighter. Then he got to his feet and ripped his shirt over his head, revealing acres of smooth muscle and tanned skin. He had scars, not many, but interesting ones that she’d asked about before.
He’d been stabbed and shot in the military, and it made her frantic to think someone had hurt him. That he’d put himself in danger willingly. Then there was the narrow scar on his arm that had come from a tangle with some barbed wire. The place where she’d punched him in the arm when he had stitches. She hated that she’d done that to him, but she hadn’t known he was injured. Still didn’t stop that pang of guilt that hit her every time her gaze landed on that scar.
“Stop thinking about my arm, kitten.”
Her belly clenched as her eyes snapped to his. How did he know?
“Think about this instead.” He shoved his jeans down and kicked them off, then palmed his cock as his gaze probed her from head to toe.
“You are one sexy beast, Chancey Pants,” she said, trying to keep it light between them. Trying to push away the heavy, emotional cloud that sat just below the horizon inside her. The one that was bringing a storm that’d change everything if she let it happen.
“Need you now, Rory. I’ve been hard for you since I moved in.”
He stroked his cock and she shuddered with the strength of her answering need.
“I need you, too.”
“How do you want it, baby? You want to ride me? Want me behind you?”
She loved that he asked. Wearing her medical devices on her abdomen meant she couldn’t take the full weight of a man on top of her, but instead of making a decision about how he was going to take her, he asked what she wanted. She could move them sometime, and would, but that’s where they were right now. And Chance knew and cared.
She dropped her legs open and scooted up on the mattress. “I want you here. I want to watch your face when you come.”
He knew what she meant. He put a knee on the bed and then another before he gripped her legs and tugged her to him. She was spread wide as he knelt there, looking like every perfect romance novel hero she’d ever read about.
Well, maybe not the minotaurs. Chance was better than a minotaur.
He pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, then stopped to meet her gaze. “You have to tell me if something isn’t right, baby. I don’t know how much you can take right now, or how careful I have to be.”
That bubble in her chest was happiness. “I’m pregnant, Chance. Not broken. The hormones are making me hornier than I’ve ever been in my life, so I think I can take one little bitty cock.”
His eyes widened and then he snorted. “Smart mouth. One of the things I fucking love about you.”
Before she could respond, he thrust forward, filling her to the breaking point. Rory’s gasp ended on a moan as her body stretched to accommodate him.
“You okay?”
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Better than okay. Please, Chance. Don’t make me wait another second.”
He levered himself over top of her, supporting the weight of his body on his elbows, and thrust into the heart of her again.
“Damn, that’s good,” she moaned. “Kiss me.”
His mouth found hers, his tongue spearing inside. He moved slowly, deliberately, rocking into her with the kind of thoroughness that said he knew precisely what he was doing and how to draw out her pleasure.
Rory skimmed her fingernails down his back, not too hard, knowing he liked that little bit of pain as he rode her. When his movements intensified, the sounds of their bodies slapping together drove her even wilder. She widened her legs, tried to take him deeper, reached around to cup his heavy sack. It was wet with her juices and he groaned as she tugged and squeezed just enough to make him crazy.
She couldn’t keep doing it, though. Her monitors got in the way of bending that far for long so she lay back and settled for running her hands up his arms and over his chest as Chance’s big dick stroked into her. He bent to her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth, tugging deep.
“More,” she said. “Need more.”
He sucked harder, almost to the point of pain, and she gripped his head in both her hands and held him there while he tugged and nibbled and sucked deep in turns. Her body answered with more desire, more need. He abandoned one breast and did the same to the other until she was a quivering mass of nerve endings waiting for the right spark.
When he levered upward, breaking the contact with her breast, she could only stare into the depths of those blue eyes as he thrust harder and deeper than before. Her body stretched, sensation caught like a match, and her mouth fell open as she watched Chance’s face.
“Come for me, Aurora,” he commanded her.
That was all it took. The flame ignited, her body shook, and her orgasm rippled from her core to the farthest reaches of her limbs. “Chance,” she cried as everything disappeared but him.
There was nothing on this earth but the two of them. Nothing more she needed. Why had she resisted for so long?
“That’s it, honey,” he growled, thrusting faster now, moving her across the bed with the power of his body slamming into hers.
She took him all while she shattered around him. Took him and wanted even more. When he stiffened and shouted, she knew his climax was every bit as good as hers. His seed erupted inside her, a warm flood that coated her walls and seeped from her body even as he was still coming.
“Holy shit, honey,” he moaned in her ear as he collapsed beside her. “That was worth the wait.”