Chapter 6 #2
“Me too.” Chance agrees as we look at each other. Deafening silence falls between us, and the next thing I know, he launches himself at me.
“Fuck, Chance.” I groan as his lips meet mine, and my fingers drag through his hair.
How I’ve missed kissing him. I hate that this guy gives me butterflies.
It’s the first time in a long time that anyone has, and yet I know he is going to break my heart because of who he is.
We pull apart for a moment, our foreheads pressed together as we try to control our labored breaths.
“I think you should sit back and enjoy Paris while I enjoy your dick.” I smirk, sinking to my knees.
Chance arches a brow. “Is this the Derrick Jones Paris experience?”
This makes me laugh. “This is the VIP service.” My hand finds the band of his sweatpants and pulls them down, his dick already standing to attention. “Remember, eyes on the view not me, sweetheart.” I wink before taking his dick in my mouth.
“Fuck, D,” Chance curses as his hands run through my hair before his fingers anchor against the strands holding me where he wants me.
Pushing his cock down the back of my throat, it thickens with every gag I make around him.
“Yes. I’ve missed this.” He groans as he starts to take over, using my hair as his reins as he fucks my face.
Guessing he really did miss this. Chance continues to bruise my throat with his dick, but I don’t care.
I love it. He takes what he wants until he can’t anymore, and a strangled groan falls from those lips as he comes down my throat.
My dick is leaking, my balls are tight, I am on a knife’s edge where any tiny thing could push me over the edge, and I’m not ready to come in my pants like some horny teen.
Chance looks down at me, and what he sees has him pulling me up off my knees and getting on his own.
“You’re about to burst, aren’t you?” I nod because I am doing everything in my power not to tip over the edge.
Chance quickly pulls my dick from my jeans, and as soon as his lips wrap around it my entire body relaxes.
“Yes,” I groan as that perfect mouth does all the things to me.
My balls tingle as I lie back and let this man take away all my stress, this is what I’ve needed.
Nothing beats a good blowjob. “Fuck.” I twitch as he surprises me by pushing me over the edge before I realize it.
Every little bit of tension comes out through my dick and down his throat.
“Shit, Chance, you sucked the life out of me.” He continues to lick up any bits left over as my dick flops around.
“Looks like you needed that.” He smirks, wiping his lips.
“I did, so much.” I reach out and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. So hot. I pull him back up onto the seat, but don’t let his lips go, and we lose ourselves in the moment.
“She’s going to be okay,” Chance says as he notices the hitch in my breathing as tears start to slide down my cheeks. He pulls me into a hug and holds me as I break down.
“Sienna is family. She’s my ride or die. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her,” I tell him.
“Hey, she’s safe. She has the best team looking after her here.
Plus, she has you, and you make anyone feel good,” he reassures me.
I look up at him, that was the sweetest thing.
“I mean it, Derrick. You make me feel special. No one has ever made me feel like that before.” He cups my face. “You’re special to me,” he confesses.
“I am?” This is surprising.
“When you left, I missed you desperately,” he says as my damn heart beats uncontrollably. “Please be patient with me, I’ve never dated a guy before.”
“We’re dating?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Whatever this is, I’ve never done it before with anyone.”
“You’ve never dated a man?” I ask. He shakes his head. “How many men have you been with?”
Chance bites his bottom lip. “You were the third.” My eyes widen in surprise. “Please don’t be weird about it.”
“How many women have you been with?” I ask.
Chance pushes away from me. “A lot.”
“Obviously more than three?” I push. He gives me a sassy look. “Do you prefer women to men?”
“I don’t know, maybe,” he answers honestly. “That would have been my answer before you.” Oh. “But I like you.”
“It’s the person, not the appendage then?”
Chance shrugs. “Would you be offended if I agreed with that?”
I shake my head. “No. You like who you like.”
He reaches out and wraps his hand around my neck. “I like you, Derrick, a lot, but …”
“You can’t be seen in public with me,” I answer for him.
He nods. “Do you hate me?”
I shake my head. “I can’t hate you for being honest with me.”
“I understand if you don’t want us to fool around anymore,” Chance says.
“I never said that.” I smirk, which makes him laugh. I’m just going to have to protect my heart because I cannot fall for this boy.
We arrive back downstairs after an amazing couple of hours driving around Paris. We stopped for some pastries and some macarons before heading back. As we come around the corner, we bust Blake and Charlotte making out.
“Oh no. Evan is not going to like that,” I tell Chance.
“Blake has a huge crush on her, and I guess she might like him too.”
“The boy is hot, of course she would,” I tease Chance.
“I’m lucky Blake doesn’t swing that way, otherwise, I’d have no chance with you.” He grins.
“I’m very persuasive,” I joke as he looks jealous.
“You’re mine,” he declares.
“Am I now?”
“You know what I mean,” Chance says, blushing.
“You are adorable when you blush,” I say, placing a kiss on his nose. “We both know whatever is going on between us isn’t monogamous, you like women, I like men.”
“And I’m in the closet,” he adds. That too. “I do want to continue hanging out.”
“I do too. Let’s not label anything,” I tell him.
“Thank you. You’re the best.”
“I know. Don’t forget it,” I tell him as we step out of the van.
“Oh, hey,” Blake says, pushing himself away from Charlotte as if we hadn’t busted them making out. “Did you guys have a good day?”
“Yeah, it was great. Charlotte, babe, you might want to touch up your makeup before heading inside. You have a nasty case of beard rash on your face.” I smirk. She looks panicked, as does Blake, as she quickly pulls out her concealer from her purse and looks in the mirror.
“Shit,” she curses as she madly tries to cover it up. “You’re not going to say anything, are you?”
“Never. Your secret is safe with me,” I tell them, then look over at Chance and hope he knows those words are for him too.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” Charlotte says, having fixed up her face.
We head into the hotel and up to the guys’ suite. As we walk in, Christian and Evan are lounging around in the living room having beers, and I hear Evan talking about my girl.
Fuck, man, you’re having a baby,” Christian says, not noticing us walk in.
“Sienna’s pregnant?” Chance whispers. I nod and look over at Charlotte, who is shocked.
“I’ve fucked up with Sienna, man. I told her we were going to get married and be a family, that she was going to live in LA with me. I thought we wanted the same things.”
Sienna called me in tears after Evan left and told me what had happened between them.
I can’t believe after everything he did to my friend, he had the audacity to tell her she was going to marry him and live in LA as if she had no choice.
Yes, he is worth more, but Sienna isn’t broke, she doesn’t need a man to survive.
“Seriously, are you fucking stupid?” I say, walking into the room, unable to control my temper.
“I’m going to be an aunty?” Charlotte screams, rushing in before she notices the ultrasound in her brother’s hand. Chance and Blake congratulate Evan, but I hold my tongue.
“I can’t believe after everything you put her through, Evan, you would demand those things,” I tell him.
“What I put her through? She’s the one who was caught with her ex, not me,” Evan yells at me.
“Sienna could have died, and you’re still going on about how your damn fucking ego has been bruised.”
“Derrick, back the fuck off, bro. That’s not cool,” Christian says.
Fuck you and your boys club. “No, Christian, he broke Sienna’s heart.
She was heartbroken when he threw her out of his room that day as if she were nothing more than garbage.
She loves you, Evan. She loves you so fucking much and wanted to put her past to rest so you could build a future together.
Instead, you kicked her out, then probably went on to fuck a million groupies just to make yourself feel better.
Sienna can’t function, Evan. She’s heartbroken over you,” I scream at him.
“Derrick,” Chance says, pulling me out of the room and away from Evan to cool down. I’m this close to punching him for what he did to Sienna.
“He treated her like trash, Chance. He didn’t give two shits about her, and now suddenly he does,” I argue with him.
“She’s having his baby.”
“I know.”
“That changes things, don’t you think?” Chance asks. I give him bombastic side-eye because I don’t like it when people are right.
“How is she going to trust him?”
“That’s for her to work out,” Chance states.
“Fuck you and your wise words,” I say, huffing, which makes him laugh.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry.” Chance grins.
“No, I’m not.” I stomp like a two-year-old. “I’m fucking handsome.”
Chance bursts out laughing. “Fine, you’re fucking handsome, gorgeous, hot, sexy … anything else I’m missing?”
“Big dick?” I pout.
Chance looks around to make sure no one can hear us. “Yes, Derrick. You have one mighty fine big cock.”
“You wanna see it grow?” I tease him.
“Yes, Derrick, I want to see your dick grow.” He chuckles as he escorts me out of Evan’s suite and toward his.