Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
TANK
Before
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
The insanely attractive man beside me was like my walking wet dream. He’d slipped into the bar earlier and immediately caught my attention. It took me half an hour just to work up the nerve to approach.
Partly because I thought he might be meeting someone. Partly because I had a feeling he also might have just wanted to be alone.
I kept my eye on him for every single one of those thirty minutes. When he didn’t take more than a sip or two of his beer, I decided to take the risk. Worst he could say was no.
Hell, he didn’t even check his phone. That had to mean something, right? Like he wasn’t in a hurry. And maybe he’d be up to warming my bed for a bit.
I wasn’t a stranger to one-night stands. They were a specialty of mine, really.
But this would be different.
Couldn’t tell you how I knew, but I did. This guy, Chance, was going to ruin me in all the best ways. I wanted him to. Needed it, really.
The walk to my place went quickly. While it didn’t look like much from the outside, it was basically a fortress once you got past the entry. I kept myself in the seedier part of town for two main reasons. The first was because most of my clients came from the area. It made things easier if I was accessible.
Secondly, the more unattractive the place was on the outside, the less likely people were going to want to find out more. I never got broken into because people didn’t believe there was anything worth stealing behind my doors.
Mind you, I didn’t have millions or anything. I was still in the early stages of my plans. I wanted to build something indestructible. Something that would help people who needed it.
One day.
“You weren’t lying about it being close,” Chance said from behind me as I unlocked the door. He stood still behind me as I keyed in the code for the alarm system.
He only moved closer once I relocked everything and armed it for night mode. I felt his arm band around my waist, then his mouth was on my neck. He trailed kisses across the skin he could reach as his hands went about tugging my shirt free from my pants.
I chuckled at the urgent way he moved. “You in a hurry?”
“For you? Hell yes. I don’t indulge often. You’re going to be my nightcap.”
Turning to face him, I grinned at the terminology. This man screamed old money. He was the type of man I often caught in his lies because a wife needed the final nail in the prenup coffin.
Except this man wasn’t married. And he was very interested in my dick.
The feeling was mutual.
My eyes swept down his form as he tugged my shirt up and off. “Fuck,” he rasped. Hands trailed over my pecs and down my abs. I wasn't the most cut guy out there, but I had enough to be appealing to the eye.
“I want to see you too.” When I went to grab his shirt, he beat me to it. One second he was covered, the next, buttons were flying, and his shirt is spread wide.
My jaw dropped at the porn worthy move. If I weren’t so aroused, I’d applaud him for it. I loved knowing he wanted me so badly he was willing to destroy his rather expensive shirt to get naked quicker.
“Eager,” I mumbled as I surged forward to pull him into a kiss.
Chance met me halfway, pouring his desire through each stroke of his tongue against mine. Hands tore at clothing as we fought to take control. I didn’t really care who topped this time. It was usually my preference to be in charge, yet I found I didn’t care with this man.
He had an air about him that lent me the confidence to trust him. Was it irrational? Fuck yes, it was. But I still wanted to.
I only fought back for power to see how he’d react. Would he put me in my place? Or would he allow me to take control?
As a switch, I found testing my partners to be part of the fun. I loved when a man would take control, dominating me in such a way I’d melt beneath his touch. Chance was just the type that had to be packing enough in those dress pants to spread me wide.
Fuck.
Thinking about his cock only made me hornier. I panted against his mouth. “Want you to prep me.”
At my words he froze. “You want… to bottom? I can fuck you?”
If I weren’t about to bust in my pants from the harried look he had, I’d have laughed. His hair was out of place, and his clothes were strewn about around us. He looked like he’d already been fucking me. I loved it.
“Yeah, I do. Want you to fuck me. I bet you know just what I need, don’t you?” I bit my lip as I looked him over. His underwear was a plain baby blue color. The fabric strained against the monster cock he was packing.
I fucking knew he’d be perfect.
Not waiting for him to take the next step, I pulled back and took off to the bedroom. He could either follow me or leave. I would get off either way. The first was obviously my preference. A dildo wasn’t going to cut it when I knew what I’d be missing out on.
The sound of footsteps echoed behind me as I made my way down the short hall. I pulled out lube and a condom. Tossing them on the bed, I went to turn only to be stopped by hands on my hips. Chance nipped my bare shoulder, growling deeply.
“You can’t fucking say that shit, then walk away from me.” He ground his cock against me. His warm skin told me he’d stripped the last of his clothing somewhere between the living room and here.
I hummed as I pushed back against him. “You say I can’t, yet I did. Maybe the word you want is ‘shouldn’t’, though I’m not a fan of that either. Being told what to do doesn’t always work on me.”
His laugh sent chills up my spine. It didn’t sound very friendly. More like the kind an evil villain might give to their enemy when they had them bound and at their mercy.
I really wanted to be at Chance’s mercy.
The things he’d do to me. I bit my lip as I fought against the urge I had to tell him to hurry the fuck up and get this party going. I wanted to be stuffed and fucked and begging to come.
Yet he wasn’t rushing anymore. Something had changed. Hopefully it wasn’t enough to make him not want to continue what we’d started.
I was about to ask what his deal was when a firm hand met the back of my neck. He gripped me tightly, then pressed me forward until my face pressed against the bed. I turned my head enough to breathe. Anything further might have interrupted the moment. I wasn’t going to risk it.
As I waited, he kept quiet behind me. It was like he was taking in the picture of me fully bent over and cataloging it in his mind. Making it a permanent memory.
It’s what I’d do if the roles were reversed.
I had no doubt this was a one-time thing. Usually, I was fine with that.
But Chance kind of made me want to break my own rules. He made me want to ask for his number and maybe plan another night together.
Not like a date or anything. I didn’t have time for that. And from how he acted earlier, he wasn’t even openly out. His fucked-up family would have been an issue too.
It didn’t matter now though. My bed wasn’t a place for that drama.
“Chance,” I questioned when it felt like time had dragged on for too long.
He didn’t answer me with words. Instead, I felt the swipe of his tongue between my spread cheeks. I gasped at the delicious sensation.
Fingers squeezed my ass as he kept me open enough to give him room to work. And work he did.
Chance feasted on me like he’d been starved. He acted as if rimming was his favorite thing in the universe.
His tongue made me think it was definitely my new favorite activity. The mouth on this man was criminal.
Polished suit. Coiffed hair.
A devilish mouth.
It all added up to a damn near perfect package.
Speaking of perfect packages, I wanted to feel his. “Chance, please,” I whined. “I want your cock. More of that later.”
He chuckled darkly as he pulled back. “Later you’re going to be passed out on the bed with my cock still in your tight ass. I have to enjoy you while I can.”
“I don’t mind if you play while I’m sleeping.”
Chance froze at my quick reply. “You’re into somno too?”
I nodded. “There isn’t much I haven’t tried. Somno is fine with me so long as there’s consent beforehand.”
“This is you consenting?”
“Yep,” I said, dragging out the last letter. “I’m all yours.”
“Such a dangerous thing to say.”
I shivered at the desire lacing his tone. This man. Ugh.
Even without facing him, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I just knew he was enjoying this entire exchange.
He got back to eating my ass. I wiggled a bit, though I mostly sank into the enjoyment of the act. Both his need and mine wove together, making my cock leak against the bed like a broken faucet. I’d definitely have to change the sheets once this wrapped up.
Not that I was in any hurry.
A finger circled my hole a while later, after he’d thoroughly worked me to the edge multiple times. I relaxed enough for him to slide in. He methodically went about stretching me, first with one finger, then with more added in the mix. It was wonderful and torturous all at once.
“Chance!” I yelled when I felt him pull out and no more fingers go back in.
He couldn’t be stopping. There was no sound of a condom being slipped on. No snap of a lube container.
I was about to ask what the fuck he was doing when I felt a tug on my hips. “Flip over,” he demanded.
Moving at the speed of light, I dropped onto my back to look at him. He’d somehow managed to get himself sheathed and lubed up without me noticing.
Could have been because I was moaning and panting loud enough to drown out any outside noise. I’d become greedy in my need, ignoring everything around us except the fingers in my ass and how good they made me feel.
Without saying another word, Chance lined his cock up with my body and slid in until our hips pressed together. I was perfectly full and content. He was thick enough to stretch me and long enough I felt him in the deepest parts of me.
It was almost like he was made to be a part of me. Like two pieces sculpted to align just so.
“Fuck me.”
At my demand, his calm fell away. His hips pulled back, then thrust forward again. He built a pace that left me gasping for air. I basked in the way his gaze raked over me. It was like he couldn’t focus on one single piece. All of it — all of me — appealed to him.
My orgasm came forward far quicker than it should have. I blamed him for all the teasing he did prior to finally taking me the way I wanted. It was his fault I was going to blow my load two minutes in.
“Even if you come, T, I’m going to keep fucking you. I’m going to take and take and take from you until you’re nothing but a little fuck toy for me to use. You’re going to let me have my fill of you. I’ll only stop once I’m satisfied you’ve given me everything.”
It was like he came straight from every erotic dream I’d ever jacked off to. The man was sex and need and desire wrapped in a designer suit.
Except he’d ditched the suit.
And I’d never been more thankful.
True to his word, Chance fucked me for far longer than I thought he would. I came twice, a surprise for us both given I was a boneless mess pretty early on. There was nothing for me to do except lay back and take the pleasure he bestowed on me.
As I watched him, I wondered if this was what it felt like when people fell in love right away. This all-consuming infatuation and need to keep him close could be misinterpreted for love.
Or was this me just being dick drunk? A good fuck could manipulate the mind.
More than one partner had told me they loved me after I fucked them within an inch of their life. I wasn’t going to do that to Chance, but my mind was filled with the notion there could be more.
Except there couldn’t be.
We had one night. That’s it.
Anything past that would be a disaster for us both. Our lives weren’t meant to overlap.
Tomorrow morning, I’d wake up alone like I always did. And Chance would be off doing whatever his commitments led him to.
That’s the way it had to be.