Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
TANK
I’m a piece of shit.
I knew this long before now, but today really solidified it. Or rather, this past week had done the job.
Because rather than talking with my team, I’d decided to avoid them until I had a better way to answer their questions. In fact, I’d decided to leave the office completely. I’d left a note on my door to say I was away and to call for emergencies only.
I wasn’t all that worried. With Memphis in contact with Kendall, I knew they’d keep digging until they found Diestro’s whereabouts. Hopefully it didn’t come down to setting up some type of sting operation to track him down. Since I didn’t really know what he wanted, we would have to probably use Chance, a fact I wasn’t ok with.
Protecting him was always a priority, even when I wasn’t in charge of it. He might have another security company on his payroll. Didn’t mean I hadn’t hacked their systems to make sure they did a good fucking job securing the most important person in my life.
And yeah, he did rank above my brother. Sue me.
I was madly in love with Chance Sheppard.
I loved my brother, but that familial bond was still blooming. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t keep him safe too.
“Why don’t we go be together AND get some food? That’s a good compromise,” Chance said, pulling me from my inner thoughts.
We were still wrapped around one another. I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from his touch. It was where I was happiest after all.
Eventually we made our way to the kitchen. Chance went about pulling out on of his chef’s premade casserole dishes. He preheated the oven, then shoved it right in.
I chuckled. “You’re supposed to let it heat up before you do that.”
“Nah,” he said with a wink my way. “Just add like five minutes to the cook time. That’ll do it.”
“Your version of cooking is not like everyone else’s. I’m pretty sure you break the rules.”
Slowly, he walked around the large island in his kitchen. His gaze was locked on me, the teasing glint there had my cock aching to join this party.
Fuck.
Why was he so hot? And why did I never seem to get enough?
I knew my team thought I was a slut. They’d seen me flirt through the years and took it to mean I was sleeping around. The reality of me using those men to cover up my secret relationship was going to throw them all out of whack.
But I didn’t regret the ruse.
Because I knew I’d never be able to be with anyone else. Not so long as I had the opportunity to love and care for Chance Sheppard.
“You don’t mind breaking the rules, do you, T?”
The use of the old nickname sent a ripple of desire up my spine. My half hard cock went to full mast at the memories I had of him whispering it in my ear.
I wasn’t submissive.
Not in the slightest.
Chance just had a way that made me want to listen. It made me want to give in to everything he wanted, whether it was me ass up as he fucked me good, or my cock buried deep in his ass. The position didn’t matter. It was the connection I craved.
“With you, I’m breaking all the rules. You already know that.”
He smirked. “Yeah, I do. Why don’t you climb up on that counter? We’ll break a few more.”
I moved quickly to do as he said. My butt landed right as his hands reached for the waistband of my joggers. I’d dressed comfortably since I figured we’d be relaxing the rest of the evening. It wasn’t like we could go out for a night on the town. Too many eyes always watching.
And boy was I thankful for the outfit choice when he tugged down the fabric with ease, quickly exposing my hard cock. He stared at it for a moment, his bottom lip damn near trembling as his tongue swept across it.
The passion this man had for me was unparalleled.
I fucking loved it.
“What rule are we breaking now?” I teased to get him to do something.
Sure, I didn’t mind him staring all night. Figured we had better things we could be doing though.
“I’m pretty sure there’s something to be said about a bare ass on kitchen counters. That and the whole sneaking around stuff,” he mumbled.
His eyes were still locked on my length. With an unnecessary amount of patience, he pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Then he left me sitting there.
I gaped at his retreating form, confused as to what he was playing at. When he showed back up with a stool in hand, I smiled at him.
Oh, this was going to be good.
As I watched, he placed the seat between my spread legs and sighed deeply. “I’m going to take my time with you. The food needs forty-five minutes. Do you think you’ll last that long, baby?”
I shook my head. “Not a chance. I’m already about to blow from how you’re looking at me.”
It wasn’t even an exaggeration.
Chance’s attention always got me hot. It was part of the connection we had. We were explosive that way. I could probably come even if he never touched me.
But fuck — he needed to touch me.
I wasn’t above begging, to be honest. Thankfully, my man didn’t need me to elaborate. He dropped into the chair as his hands ran up my thighs. His touch seared me, sending waves of heat through my body. I quaked with need.
“Watch me,” he said as he bent forward, tongue out to trace against my skin. The stool made him the perfect height to simply focus on my length. No awkward kneeling or uncomfortable folding of the body.
At the first swipe of his wet tongue against the vein on the underside of my cock, I whimpered, “Please.”
How could something so simple feel so good?
Dammit.
He hummed against me, his face nuzzling into the side of my thigh. A kiss came next. Then his nose trailed up until he was at my groin again.
Over and over, he teased me. It was enough. At the same time, it wasn’t.
I was trapped in his game, a willing participant since I knew the end would be worth the wait. And sure enough it was. When his mouth closed over the head of my length, my back involuntarily arched, and I cried out.
It was bliss.
Utter euphoria.
Chance sucked my cock like he was desperate for it. Spit slid down the length the more enthusiastic he became. He didn’t move any faster or suck any harder. Instead, he kept a steady pace, as if he had all the time in the world.
Really, he kind of did.
I glanced behind him to see the oven timer. Only a few minutes had passed. I was already on the verge of coming.
The tension in my spine, the pulsing of my cock, even my balls were drawing up, a sure sign I was about to empty at any moment.
As if he could read my mind, Chance leaned all the way forward until my cock tapped against the back of his throat. He hummed as he held still there, breathing through his nose and keeping his grip tight on my thighs.
“Fuck, Chance. Baby, I’m going to come. I’m…”
My words cut out as my release came. I flooded his mouth, length pulsing with every burst. He pulled back enough to gather it all up rather than letting it slide down his throat.
I groaned, knowing exactly what he was going to do next. My man was the picture-perfect political candidate in front of everyone else, but an absolute sex god in bed.
Sure enough, when he rose to look at me, his eyes were full of mischief. He opened his mouth while maintaining eye contact. I held off looking for as long as I could, but my curiosity got the better of me.
I already knew what I’d find.
Still, when I saw my release seated on his tongue, I groaned. My cock tried to rally again. It wouldn’t be long before I was hard again. Definitely within the timeframe we had left to wait for the food to finish.
Chance swallowed my cum, then licked his lips for good measure. “Mmmm. Delicious as always,” he murmured. “But I’m still hungry.”
He didn’t have to tell me what to do next. I leaned back against the counter, thankful for my shirt blocking out the cold marble. He tapped my knees, urging me to bring them up.
With my body fully open to him, he could continue his quest to torment — I mean, tease — me. Though was it really teasing when I got to come?
Maybe playing was a better term.
Because he was indeed playing. If he wanted to give me everything, he’d get the lube out and fuck me. But I knew that wouldn’t happen before the meal. His mood told me as much.
I felt his hands trail down the backs of my thighs. Then his fingers were digging into that space where ass met thigh. He spread me open, lifting my balls out of the way and giving space for him to see all of me.
“Such a pretty hole you have here. I’m going to consider it my appetizer, ok, baby.”
It wasn’t a question. And I didn’t need to give him an answer.
Not that it would have mattered.
Seconds later, his face was buried against my skin as his tongue lapped against my hole. He rimmed me as if he truly were tasting me for the first time. It was as if he needed to memorize the feel of me, to savor every piece and part because he might never get to again.
“Chance!” I shouted when his tongue speared inside me. The sound was laced in pleasure. The utmost pleasure.
Fuck. He was trying to kill me.
Death by rimming.
I’d want that at the top of the headstone. I nearly laughed at the notion. It would be something to be remembered for, that was a certainty.
Before I could sink into deeper thoughts about the humor around sexual deaths, I felt his finger pressing into me. I tensed for a second, only to relax immediately after.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice all deep and sultry. “Open up for me. I think I need to have you before dinner. I can’t wait this time.”
I shivered at the need in his tone. He was saying everything I felt. Why hadn’t I spoken it sooner?
Oh yeah.
Maybe because he was sucking my soul out of my body and then eating my ass like it was a buffet. Admittedly, I did have a delectable backside that more than deserved the attention he gave it.
But still.
I couldn’t be held responsible for my lack of vocalization. What I could do is make up for it.
“Please, Chance. I need you. Fuck me. Give me that fat cock.”
He froze then, fingers nestled deep in my ass, tongue against my balls. I wiggled, wanting more of him, but he wasn’t having it.
His head lifted enough for me to see his gaze. Heat flared in his blown pupils.
“You want to get fucked, baby? Is that what you need?”
Nodding seemed too difficult. Words were even worse.
I whimpered as I forced my head to move. He waited longer, finger STILL in my ass until I could vocalize it again.
“Yes! I need you to fuck me, Chance. Stop making me wait!”
He yanked his finger back, which of course sent me damn near tumbling off the counter to chase him down. His grin would have aggravated me had I been focused on anything other than the bulge making his sweats stand out so drastically.
I licked my lips. “Can I?”
“No,” he quickly replied. “Not if I’m going to fill that tight ass up like we both want. Later though. You can have me in the shower. Deal?”
I nodded eagerly as I watched him back away. “Where are you going?”
“Lube,” he yelled back. Then he turned and jogged down the hall, likely to the bedroom. Watching his ass bounce with each movement always stole all my attention.
He was back quickly and with a grin that told me playtime was over. “On your back.”
I practically dropped into the position. Spreading my legs wider, I gave him plenty of room to work.
“Scoot your ass down. Edge of the counter, baby.” Chance’s fingers tugged at my ankles.
Moving until I felt the edge, I hugged my knees to my chest and shifted a tiny bit more. If I didn’t trust him to not let me fall, this would be a very dumb thing to do.
But I knew he wouldn’t allow it.
He’d rather hurt himself than see anything happen to me. I was the same way for him. It made an interesting partnership.
Chance made quick work of prepping me. One minute I was taking deep breaths to combat the slight sting and in the next, his cock was pressing against my hole.
I sighed as he moved forward. Full of him, there was only peace.
Relief filled me.
This was where I was meant to be. Where I need to spend more time.
I’d never leave his cock if it were possible.
“Hey baby, you know I love you, right?”
Raising my head, I nodded. “Yeah. I love you too.”
His grin made my cock bob between us. He watched the movement, then met my eyes again.
“That’s good. Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t. Remember the truth, ok?”
I opened my mouth to answer, only to be cut off by a forceful thrust of his hips. What came next was exactly what he promised.
My man fucked me as if I were his enemy. Every squeeze of his hands on my hips and thighs, every drive of his pelvis forward, felt like he was trying to punishing me for something. Like he didn’t want to be here but couldn’t help himself.
It was the hottest fucking experience of my life.
I’d hide in boxes every other day to be delivered to this man’s home just to get a taste of him like this. No question about it.
He had me bewitched.
Since I’d already come once, my orgasm was slow to build. That gave him plenty of time to have his way with me.
We were both sweating and panting by the time I felt the signs of my release. “I’m close,” I whispered, my throat raw from all the shouting I’d done.
Chance nodded, his hips shuttering a bit. “Me too, baby. Been holding back. Needed you to come with me.”
That was all I needed to hear. I broke with a hoarse cry. Chance surged forward, freezing once he was buried deep.
As cum coated my stomach and chest, his cock filled my ass with his release. It was a perfect moment, broken only when the timer for the oven went off.
I chuckled as Chance shook his head. “Fucking figures we’d have excellent timing with this.”
The mood in the room shuttered a bit at his statement. He didn’t have to say what he meant as he pulled out and turned to stop the timer from beeping.
We might be able to get just about everything else right on time, but being together wasn’t something we could do no matter when we wanted it.
Our timing in that aspect sucked.
I’d give anything to change it. I had no clue things would be flipped on their head so quickly.