Taking Chances (BYC #3)

26. Lennox

26

LENNOX

H anging on to the last fibers of my sanity, I inhale, hoping to calm myself down.

She stares at me unblinking, her hair and makeup finally a mess.

“Lick it clean and I’ll give you a reward.”

Her lips part, a sparkle appearing in her eyes. She’s apprehensive but unwavering as she drops down from the bike and turns around. My fingers claw into my thighs as I notice the marks the leather seat left on her ass. Her body is flushed all over, turning the porcelain skin into a beautiful pink shade.

“Come on, Firecracker. I’m so fucking envious I’m not the one licking your cum.”

Her back arches, her ass pushing back as she gets down and gives a hesitant lick to the cum and spit covered seat.

I can’t help but groan, and it obviously spurs her on because she licks the seat up like her favorite meal. Her tits and ass bounce with the movement, and my bike is marked forever. This scene is seared into my mind, destined to haunt me.

“Such a good girl.” Her shoulders loosen up at my words. “Now come here.”

Turning around, a smirk appears on her face, so unlike any expression I’ve ever seen her have. Her chest raises with a breath before she drops down onto her knees.

Fuck .

I’m pretty sure I’m having heart palpitations. My breath is erratic. Is this what a panic attack feels like?

I wanted to push her out of her comfort zone a little bit. I wanted her to own her pleasure, maybe assess the lengths I can push her to. But I sure as fuck didn’t expect to lose my fucking mind at it.

But seeing her shyness replaced with need, with lust, affects me so much more.

Seeing her crawling to me, naked on the dirty garage floor, snaps the thread I was holding onto.

I get up from the chair, making my way to her.

“Fuck, Firecracker.” I drop to my knees alongside her, smashing my lips to hers. “I’m so proud of you,” I say between kisses. “You looked so fucking hot riding my bike, making it yours forever.” She’s pliant in my hands as I suck in her tongue and nip her bottom lip. “Your cum tastes so good combined with my spit.” She lets out a whimper. “Are you ready for your reward?”

She hums, not breaking the kiss.

I stare into her eyes, still holding her by the chin. “Want to make me feel good?”

Her face visibly relaxes, before she nods eagerly. Fuck, she’s so desperate to return the favor. So desperate to please me.

But she doesn’t know she already did. Seeing her take her own pleasure was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. No sex club could ever compare to the sight in front of me.

Unbuttoning my pants, I take them off before moving back to the chair. I drop the pants in front of it and motion for her to come here. She doesn’t do anything without my command, so instinctively compliant.

I pull down my underwear, releasing my dripping cock. Her mouth drops open as the rest of her body freezes. She’s quiet for a second, staring at it with awe.

“I-I don’t know if I’ll be any good… at it.” A new wave of color hits her cheeks. “It’s bigger than I’ve ever seen.”

Shit, she’s going to make me come before even touching me. Lifting her chin with a finger, I wait for her eyes to connect to mine before saying, “You have no idea what you do to me, Firecracker. Look at it. Look how hard my cock is for you. Taste how much precum I’ve leaked just watching you.”

A moan erupts from her throat before she drops her head and sucks in the tip of my cock.

“Shit,” I groan.

She licks the tip, tasting my precum and her soft, warm lips already have me on edge.

“Tell me how you like it,” she pleads.

“Just enjoy yourself.”

I could guide her through it. I could make it easy on her by commanding her every move. But I don’t want to. I want her to explore. To play.

And if that makes me her plaything, so be it.

After a short pause, she takes my cock in her hands, feeling the weight of it. She stares at it with wide eyes, almost in a trance, and it’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten.

As her tongue makes its way from the root to my slit, my mind short-circuits. Her tongue is heaven, lighting fire in its wake. My skin itches so I rush to take off my shirt, buttons popping off in the process.

She lets out a moan, her hands trailing their way down my chest and abs as she sucks me deep into her mouth.

“Aaaah.” I haven’t prematurely ejaculated since I was a virgin, but it might happen right now if I don’t get a grip on myself.

She grips my cock with one hand, bobbing her head up and down. She tries to take me in as deep as she can, making herself gag. It isn’t deep—it’s obvious she isn’t experienced, and my cock is quite intimidating—but she doesn’t relent, taking me in again and again.

My hands land in her hair, caressing her gently as she continues to gag on my dick, taking me deeper and deeper. She’s so fucking eager and willing, so untethered by her typical restraints. My orgasm creeps up faster than I want to, but there’s no way of stopping it.

She marked she wants to try swallowing, but I have different plans for today.

“Show me your tongue.” Her stare is puzzled so I help her by moving her head from my cock, keeping her mouth open. My other hand jerks my cock in quick motions. The orgasm starts deep in my balls, wracking my whole body with shivers.

“Don’t… swallow,” I grunt, as thick ropes of cum land on her tongue. She stares at me wide-eyed, her mascara smeared under her eyes, her hair a knotted mess. She’s stunning.

My breathing’s still erratic, and so is hers. She practically pants as her puckered nipples stand proudly.

Her tongue is still full of my cum, so full it starts to spill from her mouth to her perfect tits. She starts retracting it into her mouth, but I stop her with a gentle hand on her cheek.

“Shh, don’t move. You did so fucking good. You made me come so hard. I want to see my cum drip down your perfect body now.” Her brows lift. “Can you do that for me?”

A small nod is her response, making more of my cum trickle down. Unable to resist, I drop down to my knees, taking her nipple in my mouth.

“Aaaah,” she moans, her head falling back as I lick her clean, moving from one breast to the other. Ultimately, I take her mouth, our lips connecting with fervor. She molds into my touch as I breathe her in, tasting both of our arousals. A whimper escapes her as our tongues intertwine. My heartbeat skyrockets before we eventually settle, our heavy breaths in sync. My fingers graze her cheek, her eyes closing with the movement.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I almost whisper. Taking her hand, I lift her from the floor before picking her up in my arms.

“Put me down. I’m way too heavy.” She squirms instantly.

I chuckle, grabbing onto her harder. “What kind of weak ass boys have you been with? I could run a 10k while carrying you.”

She lets out a sigh, relaxing in my arms. I carry her up to my newly renovated bathroom, setting her on her feet.

“Can you stand until I get the bathtub ready?” I might have gone a bit overboard with the bathroom, installing a giant walk-in shower and an even bigger freestanding tub.

“I’ll just take a quick shower, there’s no need for all that.” She waves me off, once again showing discomfort to receive any kind of care.

“There is. Scenes like this are draining. Emotionally and physically. They require aftercare. Otherwise, they can leave emotional and physical consequences.”

The corner of her mouth falls briefly, but her head dips in agreement.

I fill the tub with warm water and some Epsom salts.

“Hmm… I haven’t imagined you as a tub guy.”

“So, you have imagined me showering?” I tease. Laughter bubbles out of her and she slaps my shoulder playfully. “I’m a sucker for tubs, have been since my hockey days. Nothing heals the beaten-up body like a nice bath.”

She lifts her leg, dipping it in the water. “Shoot, this is freezing.”

“Sorry, I’m not used to bathing with women. I forgot you little hellions like scorching hot water.” I turn the faucet to the hottest setting.

Her eyes crinkle, her soft giggles filling the room. “So, you don’t make a habit of bathing with the women you sleep with?” I help her get into the tub before settling in behind her.

“Hard no. There are no baths at most of the clubs, and I never take those women home.” My hands travel her soft skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“How come?”

“I just don’t enter the kind of relationships where you visit each other’s homes.” Or any kind of relationships.

“Oh.”

Soaping up my hands, I begin lathering her up. “How are you feeling?” I ask her, my dick already semi-hard.

“Not sure.” She huffs a sardonic laugh. “Is that weird?”

“Tell me more.”

“I feel like I should be embarrassed at what just transpired, shocked by it… but I’m also not. I feel at peace. I also feel kind of drunk if that makes sense.”

“Not weird at all. Shame is what often happens after a scene. That’s also one of the reasons aftercare is a must. And the ‘drunk’ feeling, it’s the endorphins. Your body is high on them. And crashing from it can sometimes be hard.”

“What do you mean?” She plays with a soap bubble, not turning around toward me.

“That feeling of shock, or shame, can hit you after the fact. Even after you get home, or tomorrow. So, please let me know if it does so we can talk it out.”

She nods, her baby-pink colored nail traveling up my arm. “What do these mean?”

“This is a phoenix, both burnt down and reborn. It symbolizes a new beginning. Or letting go of the past.”

“When did you make it?”

“Five years ago.” I clear my throat, a lump stuck in my throat. “You? Not much for tattoos?”

She chuckles. “No, I love them. But I guess I never felt like they were for me.” Her shoulders lift. “A tattoo is something that can hardly make everyone happy and I already had a hard time trying to do that on my own.” This time, she changes the subject. “Speaking of making everyone happy, how did I do?” Her voice is insecure, her hands below the water.

“You were perfect, Firecracker. The way you submitted to your own pleasure was nothing short of heavenly.”

“And… to you? How was it for you?”

“I haven’t come that fast since I was a teenager.” Her satisfied giggle hits me in my chest. I shampoo her hair, and not even my 4in1 shampoo or the lack of hairstyling abilities can make her any less beautiful. Not after what we just went through.

Not after trusting me so completely.

I’ve done some kinky, depraved shit. But nothing affected me as much as the sight of her letting go.

We wash off, and I wrap her in the biggest towel I have.

“Want me to order something to eat?” I offer, tying a towel around my waist.

“No, thank you. I’m still full from before. Could you please bring my clothes up?”

“Sure, leaving already?”

“Yeah, I’m getting up early tomorrow and heading to the shelter I volunteer at.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Want to join me?”

“Maybe next time.”

She snickers. “You said that already. Next time I’m holding you to your word.”

“Sure,” I respond but I’m not certain I mean it. I don’t mind spending time with her one bit, but being in the domestic violence safe house is a sensitive topic for me. I’m uncertain whether the dams I built to keep my emotions at bay would hold being exposed to the women going through the same thing my mom is.

I got my phoenix tattoo the day I went no contact with my family. And though it represents rebirth and letting go of the past, I can hardly say I’ve done either of those things.

“Could you drive me home?” She bites the inside of her cheek.

“Of course, you don’t even have to ask.”

She shoots me a grateful smile.

“It’s important to let me know if anything was out of line for you. So we know for the next time.”

“Nope. Everything was great. I-I liked it.” She answers in an instant. “Just… forget about it.”

“No, tell me.”

She sighs. “I was kind of expecting us… to have actual sex.”

“This is sex, too.”

“I know. But you know what I mean. The birds and the bees one.”

I release a deep laugh. “You’re saying you want to feel my cock inside of you?” I wink, not able to resist teasing her.

She slaps my chest, glaring at me, her face turning crimson. Fuck, getting her hot and flustered is addictive.