Page 118 of Love Undiscovered
Got it.
Me: Thanks guys! Love you!
I switch my phone to silent before they have a chance to respond. I’ve been in here too long as it is. I don’t want the Bauers to think odd of me. I open the door and run right into a wall of chest, bouncing back slightly. I look up, Chance grabs me by the waist to steady me and backs us both into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Hi,” he says, pushing a stubborn strand of hair back from my face.
“Hi,” I say, leaning into his touch.
“You okay?”
“I think so. It’s a little overwhelming. I’m a little drunk. And we never did decide on a safe word.”
“Is that what you were mumbling to me when we first walked in,” he asks.
I nod, embarrassed.
“What is it?”
“Pepperoni.”
He laughs. “Pepperoni? And I’m supposed to work that into conversation somehow?”
“Well, only when you want to get out of something. It’s not as hard as you think. And it’s quick to whisper in passing.”
He looks at me, his eyes dancing in amusement. “I’m going to kiss you, beautiful.”
My breath catches. I love it when he tells me ahead of time. It makes my vagina butterflies come out to play.
He leans in, his lips whisper softly against mine. I moan. He hardens the kiss, grabbing my ass and grinding his hips into me and pushing me back against the vanity. I feel him harden against my stomach. My hands go up into his hair, and I pull at the strands, wishing I could pull my skirt up, spread my legs, and get him inside me now.
“I want you,” he says. His hands move from my ass, down my legs, then back up, bringing my skirt with them. I break the kiss and push my skirt back down.
“We are in your mother’s bathroom!”
“This is the guest bathroom. My mom’s bathroom is upstairs. Guest bathroom means anyone can use it,” he says as he leans in and kisses me again.
I push against his chest. “Chance, I can’t do this in your parents’ house, as much as I may want to.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he says. He does look sorry. I run my hands through his hair trying to tame it.
“Here, let me get the wrinkles in your skirt,” he says smoothing the back of it. Spending extra time and effort on the fabric covering my ass. I slap his hand away and move to the side of him to open the bathroom door.
“Wait,” he says, putting his hand against it to stop me.
“What?”
He gestures to his bulging cock, which is obviously hard even with his jeans to weigh it down.
“Maybe I can give you a blow job?”
His eyes widen. “You want to give me a blow job?”
I nod, lowering myself to my knees. He pulls me back up from under my armpits.
“I don’t think I can get a blow job in my mom’s house,” he says in a low voice.
“Wait, you can fuck me in your mom’s house, but you can’t get a blow job?”
