Page 150 of The Chance

I scramble, flopping over so fast, I nearly roll right off the bed.

My chest is pumping when Mac settles between my spread knees, the smile on his face sinister and so damn sexy that I’m trembling.

He’s already naked. His cock in his palm. His sight leaving trails of undeniable heat all down my body until it reaches my cock and flares.

The head’s glistening with precum, practically pulsing with need, and purpling.

“Rimming?Check.”

I don’t get a chance to respond because he’s bending over me and wrapping his lips around my crown, suckling around the sensitive flesh.

“Mac,” I groan out, hips arching, following his retreat when he leans back. “Stop teasing me.”

His brow wings and his chuckle is dark.

It’s sexy and controlled as he leans over, fishing the brand-new bottle of lube from the nightstand and straightening.

I could get used to seeing this side of him.

There’s a glint in his eye as he slicks his fingers. A hint of mischief curling the corners of his lips when he runs them over my crease, finding my rim and swirling. I gasp and press down, chasing that feeling, wanting him to finally take that step so bad that I don’t care how desperate I look. How needy I appear.

I fucking am.

“You ever been edged before, Tyro?”

I shake my head, body arching into his touch. “No. Please don’t. God, fuck, just being around you is like being on the cusp without falling off.”

The resounding chuckle tickles over my skin. “You accusing me of denying you?”

“Yes,” I hiss and his tongue swipes over my slit, my hips jolting after more. “Just—fuck—please, Vida.” The smirk splitting his face is smug. “Please.”

An airy chuckle puffs over my cock at his closeness, his blown greenish eyes locking on mine.

Without a word, Mac lowers his mouth over my cock at the same time that swirling finger dips inside me.

“Ffffuuuckkkk.”

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, having them both occur in tandem, and my brain short circuits with each inch Mac takes.

But when he curls that finger?

I see stars.

I’m so damn close to coming.

“Mac,” I plead and fist his hair. “Two.Two.”

Drawing back, he licks at the underside of my head as he eases the second finger past the first ring of tight muscle.

There’s a slight burn. A stretch that’s unfamiliar and I wince.

“Talk to me, baby,” Mac murmurs, his voice shot. “How’s it feel with two?”

I nod, panting, and lick my lips. “It’s, um, good. Just kinda burns.”

He nods and pulls back, adding more lube.

“Just breathe. Relax. Watch me.”

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