Page 74 of Overstaying His Welcome

Beard hair prickled against skin as he dove into tasting me. His tongue lapped against me, quick and insistent. The shower itself was a way to prep me for this. His intentions were very clear now that his tongue was moving against my ass so eagerly.

I nearly laughed at my own thoughts. Then I felt him pressing inside me and that feeling quickly shifted into need.

Groaning loudly, I tipped my head back. Water poured over my head, damn near drowning me. I didn’t fucking care, nor did I move.

I was too far gone. Too caught up in the way Chance pressed his fingers inside me as his tongue traced around the digit.

“Chance,” I whimpered as he sunk in deeper.

He hummed against me, his teeth nipping at my cheeks while he worked another digit inside me. It was fucking everything I needed and wanted, yet not enough at the same time.

“More. Please.”

My begging worked well enough to encourage him to give me what I asked for. His fingering increased in both speed and pressure. I felt a twinge in my ribs as I arched my back. I ignored it, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Whatever happened, I’d deal with it later. My chance with Chance wasn’t going to last forever.

Though I hoped he’d be around that long. We’d have many more of these stolen moments together if things went my way.

Eventually, he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my prostate with the kind of experience that proved how long we’d been together. The man knew me better than anyone — inside and out.

My hands scrambled for purchase against the shower wall as my cries rose. “Chance! Please. Oh, fuck. Babe. So good. You’re… so good. Yes. Close. So close.”

“Paint the walls with your cum,” he demanded in a voice that left no room for argument. He didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he cupped my balls, tugging them back enough for his mouth to suck against them.

I was done for.

The orgasm crashed through me so fast it was as if he ripped it from my fucking soul. I shook from its force. Hands gripped my hips with just enough strength to keep my upright through the jolts of pleasure.

Despite all his focus on keeping me from falling, the man didn’t stop licking and sucking my skin until he was damnwell ready. The water had begun to cool at that point, though thankfully not too much.

“Chance,” I panted when he finally rose from the floor.

His cock bobbed between us. I reached out for it, but he shook his head and shut off the water.

Immediately, the quiet of the room came back. Though it didn’t last.

Why?

Because my boyfriend decided to put on a show for me.

His hand stroked his cock like he was angry about the damn thing. I would have asked if he was, except the lust in his gaze told me it wasn’t anger at all. Not truly.

This was need. Pure, carnal need.

And though he’d gotten to explore me, he hadn’t come himself.

I knew what he needed. I always knew.

I leaned back against the shower wall, my arms at my sides. My limp cock hung between my legs, though the damn thing almost wanted to rally for another round at the sight of the man before us.

Instead of focusing on myself, I said the words I knew he’d love.

“Come on me, Chance. Cover me in you and then let me wear it. We can keep it our secret.”

His eyes lit up at the prospect of having something that was just ours. Besides, I knew the man loved having his marks on me. I was the same way with him, though we were always careful to make it something people wouldn’t notice.

This was definitely going to fit the bill.

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