Page 177 of King of Pain
He huffs a laugh. “Goddamn, Pacini. If that was your first time, I’m not gonna survive.”
I laugh, then glance down at his release now smeared across my own abs. I meet his widening eyes as I slowly work it into my skin with my palm.
His.
Chance turns to face me, dragging a finger along the deep line between my pecs.
“Are you—was that okay for you?” he asks.
I turn my head and look at him, incredulous. “Was it okay? Are you kidding me right now?”
He laughs, smug and breathless.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”
“Okay, Loverboy. How about we hop in the shower and get some dinner,” Chance says, laughing as he rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom, that ass in all its naked glory.
“Seriously, you can’t do that to me,” I call after him, waving a hand at that perfect view.
“Come on, stud. I’ll let you wash me.”
I’ve never gotten out of a bed faster in my life.
TRACK FIFTY•SEVEN
Bust A Move
Chance
“Fuck,” I pant, eyes on the wall above the headboard, “that’s some good dick.”
Ant’s behind me, one hand twisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip. “And you take it so good, baby,” he growls, pulling on my hair just enough to steal my breath. “Look at that ass bouncing.”
I groan and push back into him, grinding down like the needy slut I am.
“So hungry for it,” he murmurs, voice filthy and rough. “You ready for my load?”
He yanks on my hair again, harder this time, and I barely manage to choke out, “Fuck yes!”
Then he shifts, strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me upright until my back is flush with his chest. One hand slides up, curling gently—but firmly around my throat.
His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Ride.”
And I do.
I ride him like I’ve waited over three years for it.
In a blur of skin and sweat, we come together.
We collapse in a tangled, breathless heap on the cool sheets, his heartbeat thrumming against my back, my legs still shaking.
We both roll onto our backs, chests heaving.
Then I look down toward the foot of the bed… and nearly lose it.
Two small, judgmental eyes are fixed on us, wide and unblinking.
“Oh my God,” I wheeze, cracking up.
