Chapter 11

11

MARIGOLD

I was in Chance's lap, and his hands were holding onto me like they never wanted to let go. What was happening right now?

Had I fallen asleep, and this was all a dream? Would I wake up in a few minutes, hot and bothered?

"Are you feeling what I'm feeling?"

"I feel something." I attempted a joke because his dick was hard between my thighs, and I wanted so much more. I'd heard about hot encounters like this one, but I'd never experienced one for myself.

Would it be wrong to let go of my worries and just feel? Take something for myself for once?

I snagged his wrist where his hand was clutching my hip and moved it to my breast. My heart was pounding so hard I was positive he could feel it. I suspected Chance would need more than words to take that next step.

I'd wanted him all my life, and he was offering himself to me.

"Are you sure?" Chance's entire body was rigid as if he was holding himself back.

I nodded, unable to voice what was running through my head. I'd always wanted Chance. This was a fantasy come true, and I wasn't going to let the opportunity go by.

I was always on the edge, watching everyone else live their life. For once, I was going to forget about the consequences. I was taking what I wanted.

He pulled my mouth back to his, and I smiled at his eagerness. In this moment, he wanted me, and I wasn't going to question it.

His lips were firm and commanding; his thighs under mine were powerful. He was big everywhere.

His hand, which had been resting on my chest, cupped my breast, his thumb gliding over my hard nipple. Even through my bra and my shirt, I felt the brush of his finger. If touching me through my clothes could ignite this fire under my skin, what would it be like when we were fully undressed?

Was I brave enough to continue this charade? To pretend Chance St. Claire was mine for one night? It was the evening before a holiday, and it felt like anything was possible.

The light of the fire danced across Chance's face, and holiday music played on the screen behind us while the movie continued to roll.

I whimpered into Chance's mouth when he nudged my clit through our jeans. We had too many clothes on. I reached between us, gripping the edge of my sweater, and lifted it up and over my head, leaving me in a lace bra.

Chance's gaze took me in while I held my breath for his reaction. Then he finally said reverently, "Gorgeous."

He cupped my breasts, and I dropped my head back, lost in the sensation of giving into my desires. This man had the ability to light me on fire, and I was going to let him have his way with me.

He wasn't my friend's brother or the town's sheriff. He was mine.

He lightly squeezed my lace-encased breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, driving me crazy.

"I need more." I loved the feel of him between my legs, but there were too many clothes.

"I'm going to give you whatever you want, but it might not be on your timeline." His voice was rough.

I'd never had a man talk to me like that. Usually, I felt like I had to take the lead. But Chance was telling me he was in charge, and I loved it. "Yes, please."

Chance's lips twitched. "You like that?"

"I love it. Now touch me." Kiss me. Fuck me. I slipped off his lap, unbuttoning my jeans and skimming the material over my hips, kicking them to the side. I stood between Chance's legs in a matching red lace bra and panty set.

Chance's hands ran over my legs, and he nudged me closer so that the front of my legs hit the couch. "You're absolutely stunning."

Goose bumps erupted over my body. I'd never felt more beautiful.

It was as if he needed a moment to take me in, to revel in the fact that he was here with me, and I was baring my soul to him. I'd never been more vulnerable with anyone. He knew how I felt when my parents ghosted me. He got me. He saw me in a way no one else did.

He encouraged me to get a dog. He was here for me when Oakley was hurt. And right now in this moment, he was giving me what I needed.

And the best part of all? I felt beautiful standing in front of him, almost naked.

"Perfection," he murmured as he leaned close and kissed my belly button.

I trembled under his tender touch. I could see him doing this very thing when I told him I was pregnant with his baby. A tingle ran through my body, and there was a thrumming between my legs.

"Chance," I whined, biting my lip.

"I'll take care of you."

I closed my eyes as his mouth brushed over my skin. He was taking his time, and he knew what he was doing. No one had ever made me feel so alive.

His tongue created a trail from my belly button to the edge of my lace panties. Then he bit the material and pulled it down. My breath hitched as he slowly lowered my panties, using his hands to ease them over my hips, then down.

I reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders and to the floor. His gaze drifted up and took in my breasts.

I kicked my panties away, leaving me naked in front of my childhood crush.

I stepped closer, my hands on his neck, and I knelt on the edge of the couch, bringing my nipple to his mouth.

He didn't waste any time latching on, sucking hard, then pulling off slightly to scrape the sensitive bud with his teeth.

His hands cupped my ass, but I wanted him between my legs. I ached for him. I rested my forehead on his. "Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely." One hand moved between us, lightly cupping my mound. Then a finger slid between my folds, as if testing the wetness. "You're soaked."

He was a dirty talker. Just like the books I read. I didn't think men like this were real. I'd obviously been looking in the wrong kind of places. I was going to enjoy every second of the ultimate pleasure he was doling out.

He kept one palm on my breast while he worked his fingers between my folds. When my legs threatened to buckle, he tapped my pussy with his hand. "I want to lick you here."

I nodded, unsure how he was going to manage that while I was standing and he was sitting. But in a minute, he had me flat on my back on the couch. A man who could put me where he wanted me was a fantasy. I wanted to succumb to his skill.

I didn't think I'd ever seen anything hotter than Chance's face between my legs. He licked me, and I forgot to worry about when I'd showered last or whether I tasted good; I just let go.

I was lost in the sensation of his mouth on my pussy. I lodged my fingers in his hair, hoping he wouldn't move anytime soon. I needed him right where he was, showing me more pleasure than I'd ever known.

The scruff on his face made everything more intense. When he used his finger inside of me, the orgasm washed over me. I clamped down on his finger, the waves of pleasure lingering for a few seconds while I came down from the high.

While I relaxed on the couch, Chance lifted his shirt off, then rested his hands on his belt. "You want more?"

My mouth was dry because I was too busy perusing his naked chest. His skin was tan, his hair dark, and I moved to kneel in front of him.

I unbuckled his jeans and lowered his zipper. My hands glided up his abs, his chest. Chance's body was unreal. I'd never been with anyone who had bulging muscles.

Chance shoved his jeans down, leaving him in black briefs, the outline of his cock visible under the thin cotton.

I bit my lip as I cupped him.

Chance groaned. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that."

"Touching you?" I asked as I hooked my fingers in the waist band and tugged. I felt confident and beautiful, free to do whatever I desired. And right now, I wanted to feel him. Heat was radiating from his skin.

His cock popped free from the confines of his briefs. There was a tantalizing bead of cum on the tip, so I licked it.

Chance's hand landed in my hair, and I took that as my invitation to taste him. I licked around the tip, the bottom, then sucked it into my mouth. His width stretched my lips, and when I looked up, his eyes were hooded.

His hips moved slightly, and I knew he was holding back. I wanted to drive him wild with desire. I'd never been so free with another person, so wanton. But it felt good to let go, to do and feel whatever I wanted. Right now, Chance's body was my playground, and I could touch and tease however I wanted. I wasn't sure I'd want to stop.

I gripped the base of his cock and sucked hard.

Chance groaned, then pulled his cock out of my mouth.

I pouted. "I wasn't done with you."

He banded an arm around my body and lifted me so that my back was on the cushions. "I want to be inside of you when I come."

That sounded good to me, so I didn't argue.

I admired the way his muscles flexed as he moved to grab a condom from his wallet. His ass was spectacular.

He ripped the package with his teeth. Is there anything this man did that wasn't sexy? He smoothed it over his cock then settled on top of me, his cock nudging my entrance.

"Are you sure about this, Mari?"

I felt completely surrounded by him. I had a feeling he was going to ruin me for all other guys, but I had to experience it for myself. "Yes."

He slid inside, his sheer size stretching me in the best way possible. He paused, letting me adjust, kissing me until my hips shifted on their own, urging him to move. He moved with shallow thrusts until he naturally eased all the way inside.

With his forearms braced on either side of my head, he moved with long and sure strokes. It was hard to breathe with him on top of me, his cock filling me up. I'd never felt so overwhelmed by sex. He was using every one of my senses against me. I'd never be the same. How could I go back to mediocre sex after this?

Chance moved to his knees so he could circle my clit with his fingers. I didn't think it was possible, but with him moving inside me at this angle, and his fingers strumming my clit, another orgasm built inside me.

I was lucky to get one, and it usually required my help, either my instructions, or my touch. But Chance knew how to make a woman feel good. I tried not to think about how he got that experience.

"You're going to come for me." Chance's tone was demanding, and with the next stroke of his cock, I went over. This time, the pleasure seemed to go on and on. There was no end in sight as he thrust more deliberately, chasing his own orgasm.

I was able to focus when he went over, reveling in the set of his jaw, the pleasure that washed over his face. He rested his weight on my body, and I held him to me, hoping he didn't have any regrets.

Chance was a man of honor. He believed in rules and regulations. I wasn't sure he'd be okay with what just happened, no matter how into it he seemed. When he finally pulled back, the room was darker than before. The fire was low.

"I'm going to take care of this," he said as he lifted off me and padded toward the powder room by the front door.

A naked man walking through my house was an unexpected surprise. I'd been so stressed out about Oakley, worried I'd hurt him and he wouldn't survive. But Chance was there for me. He'd stayed, and when we found out Oakley was okay, something had shifted. It was like he was waiting for the right moment to make his move.

I heard the water run, and a few seconds later, he returned with a warm washcloth to clean me. I was so surprised by the sweet gesture that I didn't say anything.

Then he shifted me in front of him on the couch so that he was spooning me. "I should have stoked the fire again."

I was incapable of speaking.

Chance reached over me for the remote and clicked Play on another movie. He threw a blanket I kept on the back of the couch over us. I relaxed against his chest, content in his arms. Eventually he moved his bicep under my cheek, and my eyes lids drooped. I was warm and cozy but also tired from the stress of the day.