9. Mandy
9
MANDY
“ C hance.” I tried for a perky greeting and managed a croak. Clutching the doorknob in my tightening fist, I blinked bleary eyes, squinting against the early sun beyond my front porch. “Um, what time is it?”
Chance smirked, the sexy scruff on his face shifting with his cheeks. Even in a white T-shirt untucked over khaki cargo shorts, he looked sinfully tempting. Lifting one of two large to-go cups, he rumbled, “I know better than to show up without caffeine. It’s just the way you like it.”
“Come in.” I snatched the cup eagerly and stepped back to let him in. Closing the door, I spied the clock on the DVR and grimaced. “Wow. I slept in. When’d it get so late? And when’d my hair get so—” I hastened to smooth it down, but Chance caught my wrist.
“I like it.” His eyes roved from the top of my messy bedhead, down my thin-from-wear T-shirt—did he remember it used to belong to him?—and paused on my nipples poking against see-through fabric. After that, they dropped to my bare thighs, and I tried not to blush. His gaze flamed with desire, and he didn’t try to hide it. I wondered if he’d notice I didn’t have anything on underneath. I had actually slept naked last night, my body so keyed up, I couldn’t handle anything touching my skin. I’d just pulled on the shirt to answer the door.
“Yeah,” he growled, licking his bottom lip. Tension radiated off him, filling the air with the promise of finishing what we’d started last night. “I like this look a lot .”
My nipples hardened and my stomach quivered. But, first things first. “What brought you by? I wasn’t expecting to see you before Monday.”
Chance’s lips quirked up, contradicting the stillness of a predator sizing up his prey. “Thought I’d make you breakfast, start your day right.” He jerked his head toward the hallway. “Er, you and Pepper that is, if she’s home.”
I smiled widely, warmth flooding my heart. Every moment with Chance made me want him more. He’d changed, but he hadn’t lost that thoughtful, sweet side I’d always loved, the side he’d kept mostly for me and his mom. The man I saw before me had shed his anger, but he’d held onto the good parts, the parts I’d loved. He’d found his balance and was comfortable with himself.
“Pepper’s out,” I said, and edged toward the hall. “It’s her turn to teach Sunday school, then she’ll stay for church services after.”
“Excellent.” He took a step forward, jungle-cat smooth. My whole body lit up with desire, but with an effort of will, I pushed him away.
“Uh, give me a few minutes.” To brush my teeth, use the bathroom , and get my head straight, because priorities, damn it.
“I’ll get started on breakfast.” Chance’s boots clomped as he strode into the kitchen, taking my coffee with him. “Do me a favor and don’t change a thing. I love what you’re…not wearing.”
I left him and raced through my morning routine. The sound of drawers opening and closing, followed by pans hitting the stovetop, came together to form a blissful domestic soundtrack. Pausing in front of the mirror, I peeled his shirt over my head and balled it in my fist. My body had changed over the last twelve years, once I’d lost the benefits of teenage metabolism. I didn’t abuse myself with an extreme workout like Chance’s, nor did I ever bother counting calories. I stayed healthy, with strong muscles due to the heavy lifting requirements of my job, but I was a far cry from the carefully sculpted perfection of the Barbie-bots descending on the garage.
Chance had made no secret he liked what he saw, so I needed to stop fretting. I’d never been insecure, so what had changed? Maybe it was just a reflection of how much I wanted him to want me. My whole body ached with it, and I came to a decision: Chance and I would have all morning to talk. But before we did that, we’d work this out of our systems, however long it took, in however many positions.
Every position we’d tried before, and a few brand-new ones.
Dropping my shirt on the counter, I strutted down the hall with nothing on but an attitude. I stopped just inside the kitchen, and coldness seeped into the bottoms of my feet from the laminate flooring. It made my nipples stand up while the hair rose on my arms. At the stove, Chance glanced over his shoulder, then whirled. An egg slipped from his fingers and burst at his feet.
Lifting my chin, I brazened out his blatant inspection. His dark brown eyes turned almost black as they traced over every inch of me.
“Christ, you’re so beautiful.”
My toes curled and I shifted, not knowing what to say.
Chase whipped his T-shirt off and tossed it to the side. “Bend over the table,” he ordered, his tone brooking no arguments.
A shiver rocked down my spine and goose-bumped my skin. Not hesitating a second, I kicked a pleather chair out of the way and slapped my hands down on top of the wooden surface.
“Lower,” he demanded.
I dropped to my elbows and twitched my ass.
A low growl emanated from his chest and I grinned. Swiveling my hips again, I bobbed my ass up and down slowly.
Peering over my shoulder, needing to see his reaction, I stilled. A fire caught in my belly at the sight that greeted me. Sunlight through the kitchen window caressed Chance’s pecs and highlighted ridged abs only found in fantasies. And apparently, on Chance.
Meeting my eyes, he dropped his shorts, the material pooling on the tops of his boots.
I groaned. Hol-lee God . No boxers, or briefs, or boxer-briefs. He was going commando. Dear God, did he always? Had he been free in his coveralls at work? If so, how the hell did they hold in the exquisite long, hard dick jutting toward me? Damn, but I’d missed that dick—so much, I ached for it. I’d never forgotten how it’d filled me so completely I used to beg for more.
It pulsed once, and he grabbed it with his large hand, stroking the length loosely.
A moan curled from my chest and rasped up my throat. His bicep and forearm flexed with the movement and his powerful thighs framed his towering cock.
My mouth watered with the sudden need to taste him. I wanted to feel that smooth, stretched skin in my mouth. At the back of my throat?—
“You will,” he promised as if I’d spoken out loud. “You can suck me until I can’t take anymore, but later.”
Stepping out of his shorts, he prowled toward me, still stroking his cock. “Face forward and spread your legs.”
The raw command sent a jolt of excitement through my clit. Resting my forehead on my closed fists, I shifted my feet wider. Cool air from the air-conditioning swept over me, teasing my wet slit and making me ache. Something fluttered down next to my elbow, and I peeked to find a condom packet.
“Jesus,” Chance whispered, as he moved behind me. Smoothing his hands over my ass, he squeezed the swell of my cheeks. “You’re a fantasy, made just for me.”
He smacked my left cheek and I yelped. Surprised, not hurt. A shudder chased through me—excitement, want, need. Large, calloused hands stroked up my entire back, burning my skin in their wake. When they reached my shoulder blades, they slid around front, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples. His cock nestled against the cleft of my ass, and I groaned as he bent over me, covering my body with his.
Twelve years I’d gone without his skin against mine, and I now wondered how I’d survived. This was heaven, nirvana, the best I’d had. I soaked in his warmth and hoarded it to me, wanting to feel this for the rest of my life.
Rough palms teased my nipples, and I moaned for more. Whimpering, I lifted my ass to grind my clit on his cock, and he leaned forward to pinch both nipples at once.
“Do that again,” I demanded hoarsely, grinding my forehead into my fists at the sensations.
“I used to lie awake at night,” he whispered against my ear, twisting my nipples and pulling on the tips, “and remember touching every inch of your amazing body. But until this moment, I didn’t realize how wrong I remembered it.” Feather-light kisses started at my outer earlobe, then ghosted down the back of my neck. “Your skin is softer, and your breasts are so incredible I want to squeeze them together and screw them.”
A tremor rocked my body at his coarse words. Little licks followed by kisses trailed down my spine, and I squirmed beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
“Seeing you bent over—” Little puffs of air from his words heightened the tension. “—your ass in the air, waiting for me to screw you.” A low sound rumbled in his chest, vibrating against me. “I am going to make you come so hard.”
Damn right, he was. I was almost there already.
He stooped to bite my ass cheek, and I jerked from the pleasure. Pushing my legs wider with his thighs, he spread my cheeks and licked me from clit to taint.
“Oh God,” I groaned, fists clenched so tight that my nails dug into my palms.
“So wet,” he growled, licking me again. “So ready for me.”
I wanted to scream at him to do it, to give me what I needed. He stiffened his tongue and gave me just the tip. “You taste so good,” he said. He dove back in again and again, then teased my swollen lips, circling my clit.
I was putty, helpless. There were so many sensations assaulting me, it wouldn’t take much to?—
His mouth latched onto my clit, and he sucked hard .
Screaming, I flattened my hands against the table and rocked my hips against his mouth, riding the waves of a sudden, fierce orgasm.
He lapped me with long strokes, then flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit so fast, I orgasmed again. I thumped my head on the table and slapped the surface, the ecstasy almost painful, too much. Not enough.
“I need you,” I panted. “In me. Now.”
Lunging upward, he tore open the foil package and had the condom on in seconds. Stroking me with the head of his cock, once, twice, he began to push inside.
“More,” I moaned. I was stretched almost painfully to accommodate his girth, but I craved all of it, every inch, right now.
He groaned and thrust in completely, bending over my back. “So hot. So wet. So tight .”
“Screw me, Chance. Hard. Like only you can.”
He grabbed my hips in a bruising grip and did exactly what I asked. His hips pistoned against me, his dick plunging deep. Over and over, he slammed home. Stamping me as his. I met his rhythm, claiming him in return.
“Harder.” The tension inside coiled even tighter, a third orgasm just on the other side. “Faster.”
His hips slapped against my ass in a frenetic pace.
Time seemed to stop, then my orgasm surged, and I cried out. Wave after wave of ecstasy stole my senses away. Chance’s cock prolonged the crest as he continued to thrust wildly, then he shouted and came.