Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
TANK
After Orion dropped the bomb of an idea to track Pratt, things got a bit hectic. Memphis was on a mission to find the access he needed to be able to get into Pratt’s phone without alerting any FBI IT people. The rest of the team laid out the plan of how things would go down for Stabler. Damari, Sinclair, and Archie decided to go on a food pickup with Godric as their protection detail.
Which left me and Chance to our own devices. As if reading my mind, he leaned over to whisper, “Why don’t we go get cleaned up? We’ll be finished in time for the food to get back.”
I nodded easily. It wasn’t that I wanted to be away from the team. More that I needed a second to think.
Things were picking up speed quickly. We were going a million miles per hour, with the finish line damn near visible at this point.
If we could get the last of the Gilded Ones handled and take down Pratt as well, then life could move on. I needed it to. Because this era brought far too much loss and grief.
I wanted to get to the happy parts again. With Chance and I out to my friends, it meant I could bring him around to the office more. He and I could hang with them in a more relaxed manner instead of sneaking around.
Sure, the press might catch wind, but I had a feeling my man didn’t care about that all that much anymore. Call it intuition or a gut feeling.
Either way, I hoped it to be true.
Chance led me back to the room I’d come to consider ours. when I put this space in, I had no idea that I’d need to use it myself. In fact, far too many of my guys had needed the space as theirs at some point along this journey.
Yet another reason I couldn’t fucking wait to rid the world of the last of our enemies.
“Straight to the bathroom. No reason to hold off,” Chance said with authority as he locked the door behind us.
I raised a brow at him. “Worried someone will accidentally come in?”
“Yes. I don’t need them to see what I plan to do to you, baby.”
Fuck.
The man had a way with words. It never failed to get me hard when he decided to take control like this.
Aside from the fact I didn’t have the strength to throw him around like I wanted to, sex hadn’t been on my mind much since waking up. Sure, I always looking at my man. His presence alone was enough to get me going.
But the anger and heartache I’d felt overrode everything else.
Until now.
I groaned as I stepped into the bathroom.
“You know what that does to me.” Adjusting my cock was a dirty move that worked to draw his attention where I wanted it most.
Chance licked his lips. I shivered at the expression he wore. The man was so damn sexy without even trying.
He shook his head, then went to the shower. As I watched him get things going, I pressed my palm against my cock to ease the need I felt. It was almost too much to take.
Unfortunately, it was too soon to fuck him the way I wanted to. My body was still far too sore. The bruising on my ribs had gotten to the point where I didn’t want to scream with every movement. It still hurt like a bitch though.
As if he knew where my thoughts had gone, he spun to face me with a smirk. “Time to get naked.”
I didn’t move at his words though. I couldn’t.
Because my man decided to put on an unofficial striptease. It was that or I’d gained the supernatural ability to slow time.
HIs shirt rose in an unhurried way, as if we had all day to strip down. Once the offending fabric was gone, he went for his belt. I swallowed thickly, thinking about how I’d get to see him bare again.
With my brain on the case and other unsavory things lately, I hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the man across from me. He had my full attention now though.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I told him, voice hoarse with my desire.
He grinned. “So are you, baby. I can’t wait to get all that skin on display.”
My back arched away from the wall I’d leaned against at his teasing. I wanted that too. Needed it, really.
With a quick snap of his wrist, his belt came free. He looked at it for a moment like he wanted to do something else with the material before dropping it down with his shirt.
“Next time, we’ll play more. For now, we need to be quick.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want quick with him. Chance wasn’t someone you did quick with.
He was worth savoring. His body, his mind, and his heart were all well worth every second spent with him. And fuck, how I longed to take as many as I could.
Hands cupped my face. “I know, Tank. I want that too. But we don’t have time.”
“It sucks.” I dropped my head to his shoulder.
“You’re right. It does. Let me make it up to you.”
With quicker movements, he removed my clothes and bandages before he ushered me into the shower. The warm water felt great against my skin. It wasn’t as good as sex, though it held a different kind of relief.
Chance wasted no time in getting us cleaned up. It was honestly one of the fastest showers I’d ever experienced. I would have laughed had he not seemed so focused.
It wasn’t until he finished that I realized why.
My man dropped to his knees, right there on the tile. Looking up at me, he said, “Turn around and give me that ass. I’m hungry.”
As quickly and carefully as possible, I spun to give him what he wanted. I wasn’t going to argue with the man when he needed a treat.
His soft hands spread my cheeks. Water ran down my body and into the space he revealed. Before I could think too much about anything else, his mouth was there.
Beard hair prickled against skin as he dove into tasting me. His tongue lapped against me, quick and insistent. The shower itself was a way to prep me for this. His intentions were very clear now that his tongue was moving against my ass so eagerly.
I nearly laughed at my own thoughts. Then I felt him pressing inside me and that feeling quickly shifted into need.
Groaning loudly, I tipped my head back. Water poured over my head, damn near drowning me. I didn’t fucking care, nor did I move.
I was too far gone. Too caught up in the way Chance pressed his fingers inside me as his tongue traced around the digit.
“Chance,” I whimpered as he sunk in deeper.
He hummed against me, his teeth nipping at my cheeks while he worked another digit inside me. It was fucking everything I needed and wanted, yet not enough at the same time.
“More. Please.”
My begging worked well enough to encourage him to give me what I asked for. His fingering increased in both speed and pressure. I felt a twinge in my ribs as I arched my back. I ignored it, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Whatever happened, I’d deal with it later. My chance with Chance wasn’t going to last forever.
Though I hoped he’d be around that long. We’d have many more of these stolen moments together if things went my way.
Eventually, he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my prostate with the kind of experience that proved how long we’d been together. The man knew me better than anyone — inside and out.
My hands scrambled for purchase against the shower wall as my cries rose. “Chance! Please. Oh, fuck. Babe. So good. You’re… so good. Yes. Close. So close.”
“Paint the walls with your cum,” he demanded in a voice that left no room for argument. He didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he cupped my balls, tugging them back enough for his mouth to suck against them.
I was done for.
The orgasm crashed through me so fast it was as if he ripped it from my fucking soul. I shook from its force. Hands gripped my hips with just enough strength to keep my upright through the jolts of pleasure.
Despite all his focus on keeping me from falling, the man didn’t stop licking and sucking my skin until he was damn well ready. The water had begun to cool at that point, though thankfully not too much.
“Chance,” I panted when he finally rose from the floor.
His cock bobbed between us. I reached out for it, but he shook his head and shut off the water.
Immediately, the quiet of the room came back. Though it didn’t last.
Why?
Because my boyfriend decided to put on a show for me.
His hand stroked his cock like he was angry about the damn thing. I would have asked if he was, except the lust in his gaze told me it wasn’t anger at all. Not truly.
This was need. Pure, carnal need.
And though he’d gotten to explore me, he hadn’t come himself.
I knew what he needed. I always knew.
I leaned back against the shower wall, my arms at my sides. My limp cock hung between my legs, though the damn thing almost wanted to rally for another round at the sight of the man before us.
Instead of focusing on myself, I said the words I knew he’d love.
“Come on me, Chance. Cover me in you and then let me wear it. We can keep it our secret.”
His eyes lit up at the prospect of having something that was just ours. Besides, I knew the man loved having his marks on me. I was the same way with him, though we were always careful to make it something people wouldn’t notice.
This was definitely going to fit the bill.
And though it would be a fucking disaster to deal with later, I didn’t care. I wanted him on me. I wanted to keep a memory from this a while longer while we worked.
He closed in on me, his body only a breath away from me as he fucked his fist. My eyes were on his, watching the way he watched me so desperately.
I bit my lip, then whispered, “Give it to me.”
His cum fell against my skin in the next instant, hot and sticky as he found his release. I kept still as I promised I would. And when he was spent, his body emptied and sated, he rubbed the mess further into my skin.
I laughed at the neanderthal display. “You’re a mess,” I told him.
“Actually, you look to be the mess.” His teasing tone had us both breaking into laughter. I didn’t want the moment to end; however, I knew our time was up. I had no doubt the food had made it here even though I wasn’t sure how long we’d been in the bathroom.
Either way, we had to face the music. Life was more than rimming and orgasms.
Though… what a life you’d have if that was all it was. I definitely didn’t have enough of both in my life. Hopefully, I could rectify that problem once this shit was dealt with.