Page 135 of The Chance

“No. No.” His head shakes against me, his sight clashing with mine. “Call me gorgeous or pretty or whatever the fuckfeelsright. Society can suck one.”

Chuckling, I thumb over the wet trails down Mac’s cheeks, ridding him of the dampness. “Okay.”

“I like flowers, too. Just sayin’.”

I nod, a lightness in my chest that I’ve never felt before. “Okay.”

“And good morning kisses. I think. I don’t know. I’ve never had one of those before.”

Grinning, I cup his jaw and lean in, the tip of my nose feathering over his. “As you wish, mi Vida.”

My lips brush his, light and gentle enough to have him huffing and slamming forward, knocking his teeth into mine. I chuckle against his mouth, the sound dying off when his tongue slips out and begs for entrance.

I let him in.

With tangled tongues and twisted limbs, my already-hard cock throbs against the thigh slotted between mine. He lifts enough to hover over me without breaking the kiss, and drags his leg along my length, pulling a groan from deep in my chest.

Hands wandering down his ribs and over his waist, I dip the tips of my fingers just beneath the elastic of the shorts he’s wearing.

His tongue curls around mine as my fingers dig into the fleshy globes of his ass, his leg going over my hip until he’s straddling me.

Only two thin layers of fabric separate us when he rolls his ass over my lap.

It takes all of my willpower to halt him with a hard grip to his waist.

“Mac,” I growl in warning.

“Jordan,” he breathes right back, his pants flittering over my lips. “Trust me, baby.”

My balls tingle.

He reaches between us, tugging down my waistband until my cock springs free. My balls are held up by the elastic when he plants another hot as shit kiss on me. One that leaves me dizzy and following after his lips when he pulls back, crawling down over my legs.

I’m dazed out of my mind by the smirk pulling up on one side of his face when I realize how far down he’s gone, my brain finally catching up.

“Mac, you don’t—ahhh shit.”

His lips wrap around the head of me, tongue dancing along the underside.

I suck back a breath.

“Goddamn,” I pant out. “You’re not supposed to—ohhh fuck.”

He takes me deeper. Deeper. Deep enough that I’m hitting the back of his throat, and my eyes roll into my head.

Goddamn, he can deepthroat.

But then he’s swallowing, the muscles constricting around my cock like a squeezing fist.

“Oh my God.”

Easing back, Mac teases the underside of the head again and a wave of chills breaks out over my skin.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before to have his mouth on me. It’s so goddamn good that I’m close. So close that when his cheek hollows out and he sucks his way down my shaft, I bite my tongue. The inside of my cheek. Anything to distract me from blowing so fucking fast.

I’mthrobbingwhen he pulls back, a trail of spit arching between my cock and his chin, my balls keyed up and tingling.

“Shit, look at you.” I fist the base of my shaft and grip his chin. His eyes flare wide and heated when I arch my cock down, rubbing the head over his mouth. “Lips swollen.” I thumb over the bottom one. “Face flush.” The tip of my forefinger brushes over his cheekbone. “Want me to feed you some breakfast?”

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