Taking Chances (BYC #3)

14. Lennox

14

LENNOX

M y mouth turns up into a satisfied smirk. Anne, the good girl, doesn’t curse. And there’s something about turning this good girl bad that makes precum leak from the tip of my cock.

“Grab your nipples and continue what I started.” Her eyes widen in shock, but I’m not playing.

Hesitant fingers wrap around the light pink nipples, rolling them. Her eyes roll to the back of her head with elation.

“You like it?”

She bites into her bottom lip and gives me a shy nod.

Fuck, she’s even more perfect than I imagined. Her porcelain skin is covered in freckles I want to trace with my tongue. Especially one adorable, heart-shaped beauty mark right where her heart sits. I want to feel her heartbeat as I kiss that very spot. Her luscious tits are more than a handful, the gorgeous peaks hard as a rock. The curves continue down to her soft, feminine belly and thick thighs, and shit, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

It was obvious she was nervous as hell when we started, but her pussy was glistening, already wet for me.

This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I have to show her how attractive she is. How crazy she makes me.

I need to remove the insane notion that she isn’t stunning from her head.

Saliva pools in my mouth once again as I lower myself on my knees, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, her fingers playing with her nipples.

In one swift motion, I suck her clit into my mouth, her sweet scent enveloping me. I meant what I said, she tastes like the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.

Her body raises from the bed, her hands dropping from her tits.

“Don’t stop playing with them,” I command before spitting on her drenched cunt and thrusting in a finger.

“Fuck, fuck,” she chants, and my chest expands. She’s so fucking repressed, so put together, and I want to make a mess out of her.

Adding another finger, I press into her G-spot as my tongue circles her clit. I’m so damn hard, but this isn’t about me. It’s to show her how good it can feel when she prioritizes her own pleasure and lets go.

And she does. Her body thrashes on the bed, her fingers now pinching her nipples harshly as her loud moans fill the room.

If anyone left the wedding unconvinced about our relationship, this should do it.

She’s fucking dripping on the fancy silk sheets, so turned on it’s a privilege to be the one responsible for it. After I add the third finger and graze her swollen clit with my thumb, it’s game over.

Her inner muscles clench my fingers, her whole body shaking as her arousal floods my mouth. I lap at it with my tongue, desperate to get every drop.

I drag out her ecstasy with long, languid licks before her body settles.

I travel up her body to place my lips on hers, wanting her to taste herself again. Her heart is beating out of her chest while she struggles to catch her breath. Her soft, tentative hand travels down my torso to my throbbing cock, making me hiss.

Gently, I grab her hand and move it from my cock. Tonight isn’t about me.

“You have to let me return the favor,” she says, her voice hoarse.

“Favor? You underestimate the enjoyment I got tasting you.”

“And what if I tell you I want to taste you ?” She forces eye contact, knocking the breath out of me. She learned this lesson well, already going for what she wants. Fucking good girl.

“This was about you. You tried to make it about me when you attempted to fake that orgasm. So consider this your punishment.” Her lips part slightly. “You will take the pleasure and give nothing in return. Nothing. It’s time you start thinking about yourself.” Her mouth closes and for a second, I think I’ve hurt her.

A pause stretches before her head dips in a serious nod. Grabbing a sheet, she gets down from the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You can deal with that. ” She motions to my leaking dick.

I watch her head into the bathroom, frosting the glass partition immediately. For a second, I contemplate doing exactly what she told me but decide against it.

This was a lesson for her, yes. But it was also the smart thing to do, under the circumstances. We already crossed quite a few lines. Getting into more would be too far. It could end up in expectations I’m not able to meet. And the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

I grab my dick, harshly willing him down. When it doesn’t work, I down a bottle of water from the mini bar and throw on a shirt and some boxers.

Anne enters the room in pink pajamas, her freckles now free of the makeup, her hair wild and flowy. With her skin still flushed, she looks as beautiful as ever.

Still, she’s fidgety and chewing on her lip as she enters the bed. I weigh what to say, but she breaks the silence first, turning sideways to me.

“You don’t have to worry.” I glance at her, so she quickly continues, “About me thinking this ”—she gestures to the two of us—“is more than it is.” Her gaze lands to the bed. “I was serious when I said I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Or ever.

“But I want to thank you for this. The whole night.” Her gaze snaps back to mine. “It was supposed to be a horrible night and you made it tolerable. Enjoyable even.” She chuckles lightly, making my own lips turn up.

“Good. You deserve to enjoy yourself.” She settles for the crumbs of love she’s been given, but she deserves the whole fucking world.

Her head dips but I know she doesn’t fully believe it. She’s been told what to do and how to act her whole life, so finding herself won’t happen overnight. But I have full confidence she can do it.

“Good night, Lennox.” Even my name sounds sweet on her lips.

“Good night, Firecracker.”

We both turn away from one another and with this giant bed, it’s less awkward than I expected.

This is probably the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in.

It’s warm, the sheets silky smooth, and this pillow is the softest thing I ever felt. Unfortunately, I need to take a piss, so I force myself to open my eyes, freezing instantly.

Somehow, Anne and I ended up in a pose that can only be described as two strands of a DNA molecule. Wrapped around each other.

Her leg circles my waist, my hand is under her pajamas on the small of her back, and my head is nestled on her tits.

I stir, trying to unwrap myself before she wakes up, but I guess she’s a light sleeper because her eyes open within a second.

She jumps away from me, narrowly escaping rolling to the floor, shock written in her green eyes.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” Panic laces her voice. “I’m just a cuddler.”

“It’s no big deal. We were sleeping, you had no idea what you were doing.”

While she loves to cuddle, I’m the total opposite. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did it outside of polite comfort I offer during aftercare.

Still, as she scurries into the bathroom, I notice that the bed isn’t as warm without her leg over me, the sheets aren’t as smooth as her skin, and the pillow is nowhere near as soft as her tits.

“Urgh,” I groan, rubbing my eyes before getting up to call in some room service. She got to the bathroom before me, and my bladder is about to burst.

As soon as she’s out, I rush to the toilet. “If the food arrives, let it in.”

“Wh…” she starts to say, but I already shut the door behind me.

Finally relieving my bladder, I brush my teeth and wash my face.

“Why did you order all this?” Anne asks as I exit, gesturing to the pile of food on the cart.

“I guessed you don’t want to see the other guests at breakfast.” I shrug.

“Thank you.” She smiles. “But why so much of it?” She chuckles.

“I didn’t know what you liked.” I roll the cart close to the bed and start opening the lids. My mouth waters at the sight of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and anything else you can imagine.

“Coffee?” I offer, picking up the thermos.

“Sure.” Anne holds out a cup and I fill it up.

I dig into the food like a man starved while she picks at hers, barely eating anything.

“Not hungry?” I ask.

“Oh, not too hungry, I guess.” The smile she gives me is trained, fake. Bile rises in my throat when I realize she’s pretending to eat like a tiny little bird because she was probably taught that way.

“Remember what we said? Do what makes you happy, not what someone suggested you should do.” I cut a giant piece of pancakes drizzled with syrup and offer the fork to her.

She watches it apprehensively before closing her mouth around it.

“God,” she moans, chewing it, her eyes wrinkled with a smile. The sound shoots straight to my poor, neglected dick.

“Good?”

“So good.” She starts eating, thank fuck. We talk in between bites, drink our coffees, and laugh.

I expected it to be weirder, considering what transpired yesterday, but she seems fully relaxed. I guess even her hopelessly romantic heart can’t think of me as a person of interest. At least not beyond the sexual part.

That’s good, right?