6. Peyton

Our afternoon at the beach was fun, even if it consisted of it taking my body to cover Chance's until he got his cock to calm down. And believe me, after feeling it against my body multiple times today, then seeing it straining his board shorts, I am certain Chance is well-endowed in length and thickness.

I am one lucky girl, that's for sure. Now, we're back in the hotel, and he's the one dragging me towards his room.

"Chance, I really need a shower. No offense, but sleeping in a bed riddled with sand will be no fun for us," I tell him while laughing the entire time.

"Nope, that's why you're taking a shower with me." I probably forgave him entirely too fast, especially after just telling him he'll have to deal with my insecurities, but in the here and now with nothing between us, I can't resist him.

"Oh, am I really?" Chance is turning the water on. I already knew where this was going, which is why I'm slowly divesting myself of the coverup he basically told me to wear, damn alpha male.

"Hell yes, you are. I need you naked with me. My body sliding against yours." I arch my eyebrow at him.

"I'm not asking for sex, Peyton. Not yet at least. That doesn't mean I'm not going to wrench every orgasm I can out of you." His words cause my thighs to clench together, and now that I'm standing in front of Chance in my bathing suit, my hand is at the clasp behind my back, having already pulled the strings at the nape of my neck.

"I never said it was off the table." My words shock him. He prowls towards me. I let him crowd my space, without backing up this time. I want him to know I want him more than anything.

"That's well and fine, baby. But we're taking this however it goes. I want you to know more than anything just how much you mean to me, and I'm not taking you for granted. Not ever again." Chance's lips meet mine, his tongue lapping at the seam of mine until I open for him. That's when I feel his hands circle my back. My top falls to the floor, and I feel his hands cup my breasts, his calloused palms on my smooth skin, his thumbs teasing my nipples.

"Okay," I moan out my response. I'm dying to feel his mouth on my breasts.

"Good, now that we have that settled, let's take a shower. I'm thinking room service and relaxing. How does that sound?" Chance is still teasing me, and it makes me want to stomp my feet in a temper tantrum.

"I don't really care, but if you don't do something soon, I'm going to take matters into my own hand," I breathe against his mouth. Chance pulls away from my lips and groans. "Is that right? We'll see about that." His head dips, his tongue skating a path from the column of my throat down the slope of my breast. The way Chance uses his fingers to manipulate my other nipple has his name on the tip of my tongue.

My hands delve deep into his hair, holding on to it, while his tongue finally circles my areola before he sucks the bud into his mouth.

"Oh God, Chance." The pulling sensation as he sucks on my nipple causes me to clench my legs together.

"Yeah, I know what you need, Peyton, but it's not happening again until you're completely bare for me." This man has been nothing but a tease today, and I'm so over it. It's going to be my turn to tease him, and I know just what I'm going to do.

Chance backs away. I push my bottoms off, completely bare to him now, then I leave him where he stands, letting him stew while I walk past him. This place came with some amazing perks. One of them is the bathrooms. A full glass enclosure, oversized, and the water beating down on my body is almost orgasm inducing as it rains on my skin. I slick my hair back, removing it from my eyes, wanting to see Chance take off his clothes. Earlier today, seeing him in just a pair of board shorts, the light smattering of hair on his chest, the happy trail that I can't wait to see what it leads to, the tightening of his abs as I look over him, keeps me wanting him more and more.

I watch as his shorts fall to the floor, my gaze immediately going from his legs, strong and muscular, that lead to his thighs, to his cock that is now out in the open. I lick my lips. If I don't, I'm afraid of the drool that will dribble down my chin. It's long and thick, a small thatch of hair above his hard cock, and I kid you not, I probably won't be able to wrap my fist around his girth.

"Holy shit," I say as I finally move my eyes back up to his face. Chance has a cocky grin playing on his face.

"Don't even say a word." I hold my hand up. Chance already has something playing on the tip of his tongue, as if he wants to say something, and I know exactly how to shut him up as he enters the shower, every movement causing my eyes to go straight to his thick length. As soon as he's in front of me, I drop to my knees, my hand fisting his cock.

"Fuck yeah." Chance moves my hair that's fallen around my face again. He's holding it like a ponytail as my tongue traces the underside, gliding along his vein until I reach the head of his cock.

"You like that?" I question, pulling off his cock.

"You know I do." Chance's jaw is clenched, the muscles in his abdomen tightening.

"Like this?" If shit didn't go the way it did before, he would know one amazing attribute that the girls and I figured out when we were experimenting on popsicles when we were younger, let's just say he's going to be one happy man.

"Peyton." The grumbling comes out of him when I take his length all the way down. My throat convulses around his tip, my own moans amplifying Chance's and how he's thrusting his hips, helping me along the way.

"Enough." Chance rips me off his length. I'm at a loss for words. I was really enjoying tasting him and giving him pleasure.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask.

"Not at all. I have other things in mind," is all he says. I look up at him, waiting to see what he is going to do next. One thing is for sure, everything we do together only solidifies what the girls told me all along. Take a chance on Chance. So that's what I'll do.