Chapter 30 Tash #2
At my waistband, he paused and looked up, his grin wild. "Permission granted?"
"Oh, fuck yes," I moaned.
He hauled off my underwear. The cool air on my skin nearly shocked me, but then his hands came back, his fingertips rough, working heat into my thighs until I shivered.
He spread me open, kneeling between my legs, and the look on his face was full-on worship. Like I was the altar, and he'd come to confess.
He ducked his head and licked me, one long, slow sweep of tongue that hit me straight in the spine. I actually shouted.
He did it again, faster, harder, finding the spot that made me see stars. His hands braced my hips, pinning me to the mattress. I squirmed, but there was no escape.
He sucked my clit, slowly, then fast, then slow again, alternating until I could barely remember my name. Every lick sent color rushing up my chest, lighting me up from the inside.
I grabbed his hair and yanked, but it only made him groan and dig in harder.
The orgasm built so quickly I couldn't do anything but ride it. I thrashed, nails raking at the sheets, and then went off, shudder after shudder, legs locked around his head.
He didn't let up until I begged, "Chance, please, I can't—"
He kissed the inside of my knee, chuckling.
"Do you always taste this good?" he teased, smirking cockily. This was his first time eating me out. Both times we'd had sex before, we'd gotten straight to the point.
I giggled. "I don't know, I can't say I've ever tasted myself." He knelt back, licking his lips, eyes glazed and dangerous until I lunged up, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him back on the bed.
His surprise spiked, but he let me do it, let me climb on top, guiding him down until his head hit the pillow.
I yanked his jeans the rest of the way off, leaving him in black boxer briefs. I slid the fabric down, freeing his cock, long, thick, already leaking at the tip.
My mouth watered. It was a beautiful dick.
I stroked him, my thumb circling his head just to watch him squirm.
He tried for control, but his hips bucked up, desperate.
I bent to taste him, tongue flicking over the slit, and he whimpered, an actual whimper, like the world was ending.
Well, if that didn't make me feel powerful, I didn't know what would.
I sucked him deep into my mouth. There was an art to a good blow job.
It wasn't just bobbing my head up and down like in the pornos.
I sucked and moved, letting my tongue do some of the work, my cheeks do some.
I pulled him in until he hit the back of my throat and then pushed myself farther on him until he triggered my gag reflex.
His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. He thrust up, losing the battle for control. I let him take the lead. He was moving fast now, pounding into my mouth, every nerve in his body strung tight as wire.
I went as deep as I could, gagged again, and he let out a curse that singed the air.
"Fuck, Tash, you're gonna make me—"
He stopped himself, grabbed the root of his cock, and yanked me off just in time.
I wiped my lips smugly. "Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you or anything." I knew damn well he'd enjoyed every minute of that.
He sat up, grinning ferally. "Not even close."
Damn, woman. You belong to us.
Caden's voice in my mind surprised me. I'd only ever heard him when Chance was shifted into Caden.
He fisted himself, jerking slow and rough, but then grabbed my hips and spun me around, shoving me flat on my back.
He settled between my legs, cock thick and heavy at my opening.
He paused. For once, just dead still.
"I know this is late but, condom?" His voice broke. "We didn't last time. Or the time before."
I laughed wildly. Now he thought about it? "I'm on birth control. For my period. There's nothing to worry about." Of course, I'd been on birth control the first time, too.
Relief hit his face. "Good."
He lined up and pushed in, all the way in one, solid thrust.
My body arched off the bed. The stretch nearly shattered me. Holy shit that felt good. My g-spot went crazy as he pushed past it and pressed against my cervix.
Damn, that was a good feeling. Fucking a man who couldn't reach my cervix just wasn't quite the same satisfaction.
He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a rhythm so deep it choked the air from my lungs.
No words, just a ragged sound. The wet slap of skin, the bed creaking, both of us desperate to get closer, to fill every gap left by the years apart.
He ducked down, biting at my breast, nipping up my sternum, then found the sweet spot where my neck met my shoulder. The second his teeth dug in, I lost all hope of hanging on.
He bit just hard enough to blur pain and bliss. My orgasm hit like a freight train. Stars, white noise, the whole universe blinking out.
I screamed his name, not caring.
Chance pulsed inside me, groaning into my neck, his hands branding my hips. His teeth were still on my skin. Not breaking it, but not letting go, either. It was hot as hell.
We rode it out together, fused at every possible point.
When both of our orgasms were spent, he let go, and we both collapsed. Sweating, panting, twisting in the blankets.
We lay tangled, hearts racing, my head mashed into his shoulder.
"I love you, Tash," he whispered. There was zero hesitation in his voice.
Everything stilled.
Then he ruined it by laughing softly. "Sorry I didn't ask about condoms the first time. Or the second. I mean, shit, that's not very responsible."
I barked a laugh. "I think we covered that already. It worked out in the end." There were regrets, sure, but I wanted to look forward, not backward.
He squeezed me tighter, burying his face in my hair. "Yeah," he said. "It really did."
The room fell quiet. Just the sound of us breathing, and the echo of what we'd made together.
I closed my eyes and let the warmth soak in. I cared a lot for Chance. I might've even loved him, but I wasn't quite ready to make that much of a leap. Not quite yet. This was enough for now, for me. If it wasn't enough for him, that would be my answer.
He snuggled close. "Say it back when you're ready," he whispered. "I just wanted you to know."
Well. Okay, then. It was enough.
Damn, he was hot.