Page 60 of One Last Chance

Holy hell. Maybe I should convince him to have a pool put in.

“You little…” He pauses ominously, grinning at me from down there.

I step closer, playfully balancing with my toes barely poking off the edge of the pool. “That’s what you get for teasing me the entire night,” I say, lifting my chin smugly so that I can fully enjoy being above him.

Rowland blinks the little droplets of water from his long lashes and makes his best apologetic puppy eyes. “I deeply regret teasing you, my love.”Ah. My heart skips a beat every time he calls me that still. “Please, allow me to make it up to you,” he says, raising his brows.

I purse my lips, shifting at the hip. “Go on…”

“Sit down on the edge of the pool. Please.” I look for signs of deceit in his sweet voice but find none, so I slowly sit, submerging my feet in the perfectly warm water. Rowland moves closer, placing his hands on my thighs without breaking eye contact.

As I lean back, propping myself up on my arms, and look down at him between my legs, I realize how unsteady my breath is.

With a surprisingly tender expression, like he’s worshiping me on the altar, Rowland takes my half-flaccid cock in his mouth, making me arch my back. It takes only a few moments inside his hot, snug mouth for me to get fully hard. He’s doing surprisingly well for someone who’s spent half his life in a relationship with a cis beta woman. The first few times he tried, he was a bit off his game, but just like now, Rowland makes it up fully with his care and attention.

I flex my stomach each time my cock brushes against the back of his throat, and tighten the grip on his hair, guiding his head gently. My body gets hotter and hotter the closer I get to the finish line, and the closer I get, the more I want Rowland inside of me instead of the other way around.

With a trembling exhale, I lean forward to touch his shoulder. He opens his eyes, attentively darting them over my face to make sure I’m okay. “Too much?” he asks, wiping my pre-cum dripping off the corner of his mouth.

I feel almost drunk, seeing him like that in front of me.This goddamn man.

Below the water’s surface, I see his manhood as hard as a mast, making me the one nearly dribbling with lust. “This feels good, but it’s not enough,” I whimper desperately.

Something dark emerges inside his eyes—the animalistic need to claim and conquer that, I think, every alpha carries deep within them. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me toward him into the water with fervor. We weave together while kissing hungrily.

It feels a little weird when Rowland preps me with his fingers. I have a faint memory of fucking in a bathtub in college when I was really drunk and that’s about it. The buoyancy of the water and its ubiquitous pressure surrounding us feel good. And hopefully, my own wetness will be enough of a lubricant.

I’m so high on his touch and pheromones that I don’t even realize he’s pushed me with my chest against theinfinitearea of the pool. For a moment I freeze up at the sight of the high down below, separated only by some flimsy glass. Rowland notices, easing the work with his fingers and pressing up from behind to hug me.

“This alright? The glass won’t break. Don’t worry,” he says softly, kissing my cheek. His free hand goes back down, fondling me at the front.

“It’s just…overwhelming. But the view… The view is worth it,” I say, looking out toward the lit up city skyline.

Rowland seems pleased with the answer and starts situating himself to enter me. As his tip gently pushes against my hole, I tense up again. “Condoms,” I mutter, turning at him. “One of the things you should’ve brought with the swimsuits,” I say with a mocking, scolding frown.

He moves in closer, pressing against my lower back to get better access to my ass. Putting one hand loosely around my throat and another on my hip, he kisses my earlobe. “It doesn’t matter, does it?” he whispers.

Dizzying wave of arousal makes my cock twitch. I can’t tell if he’s just trying to be sexy or if he’s serious.

We’ve had lengthy conversations about…kids. What we came up with was that there was no pressure. I finally came to a place where I don’t feel as desperate and insecure. Rowland’s children, the family we now share, is enough for me. Especially since it’s more and more unlikely I even could get pregnant now. I said that putting that pressure and stress on me would only ruin the moments I’d rather spend enjoying the family we already have.

“Rowland, are you sure?” I ask, feeling a little reluctant.

He nibbles at my earlobe, entering me slowly. I stretch around him, feeling full and hot and clasping the edge of the pool tightly with my hand while letting out a moan.

“Relax. We’re not trying. We're just…letting things happen as they should. If they do, they do. If they don’t, then that’s fine too. What do you say?” he whispers into my ear tenderly.Lovingly. It feels like his voice is inside of my head.

I nod, and he begins thrusting slowly. All my worries float away. In his arms, as I should be, I can be safe and loved and know that everything is going to be alright.

A smile appears on my face, one so intense I can hardly hide it. Rowland notices it as he’s sucking at my neck and tilts his head.“What do you find so funny right now?” he asks with a somewhat desperate chuckle, like he’s embarrassed about having made a mistake.

I turn to touch my nose against his, looking away thoughtfully. “I just had this thought that…this is what happens when you give true love one last chance. Or two. Or five.”

He laughs, pressing his lips gently against mine.

“They were all worth it,” he says.

Yes. Yes, they sure were.

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