Page 50 of Give Me a Chance
We park next to one another and walk in perfect silence to my building. The silence feels like foreplay. Unspoken, dirty promises linger between us, and my pussy’s already ready to take him in.Beggingto take him in.
The elevator ride is the longest one I’ve had. His eyes are wild, but his stance shows he’s unsure of what will happen next.
Don’t worry, Mattie. I’ll show you exactly what’s going to happen.
This is the ‘me’ I’m comfortable with. The one with no shame in her sexuality. The one always in charge of these encounters.
The lock on my door is as loud as alarms while I close the door behind him. Dragging my gaze down his body, I notice I’m not the only one whose nether regions are eagerly expecting what happens next.
My lips pull up into a devilish smirk as my hand glides over the hard bulge. He sucks in a breath, his eyes rolling as he lets out a low moan. I grab him harder before pulling his lips to mine.
His hands waste no time finding their way into my hair as his tongue slips into my mouth. I open for him, and he grabs my hair firmer, sending tiny zings of pain straight to my core. Our tongues fight in a delicious rhythm as my hands travel his muscled chest, down his abs, all the way to his pants. He groans as I unbutton his pants and slip my hand inside of them.
He’s already thick and hard. I glide my hand over his velvet length, slowly caressing him. Pulling my head back, he continues exploring me with his tongue, lowering to my neck. My skin prickles with goosebumps, my nipples begging to be let out and sucked. As if hearing my thoughts, he travels to my collarbone and lowers his hands to grab the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up over my head. The tight sweater slips off, leaving me in a purple lacy bra. He pauses, gazing at me with eyes darker than I’ve ever seen.
It leaves me vulnerable, so I take charge by pulling his shirt and walking backward. I stop when my back hits the kitchen island and pull up his shirt, wanting to even the odds. His naked torso makes my mouth water at all the smooth planes and hardridges. The pause obviously takes too long, because in a second, he’s unclasping my jeans and sliding them off me. He lets out a hiss when he notices my matching lacy thong. This time, he slides his hands beneath my ass and pulls me up, seating me on the island. His lips go back to kissing my neck while his hands explore my body.
His touch burns my skin as he grabs my waist and travels his finger up my back to the clasp of my bra. The cool air hits my aching nipples, but only for a second before his hot mouth latches onto one of them. A loud moan echoes in the otherwise silent room. His hand grabs my other breast, matching the tempo of his licks with his fingers. He switches sides and the need in my clit gets too painful to take. I grab his hair, lifting his head and smirk.
“You owe me,” I say, guiding his head lower. His growl sends another spark of pleasure as my clit pulses in anticipation.
He works fast, taking off my panties, and before I know it, his mouth sucks on my clit, hard.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan, grabbing his head once again.
His fingers join the action, dipping into my wet heat. My moans mix with his as he eats me out like I’m a buffet spread out on this kitchen island.
“I’m close, fuck,” I moan as I use the hand in his hair to ride his face. Pure need pulses through me, and not even an earthquake could stop me from coming on his tongue. Though, I’m pretty sure this orgasm could cause an earthquake.
It takes exactly one more pinch of my nipple and bite of my clit before I’m groaning out my orgasm. My body shakes, as he slows down his tempo, licking me through it. Climbing down from the high takes me forever and it takes even longer to get my breathing back to normal.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s staring at me with a look that screams devotion.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, shaking his head.
“Yeah?” I’m unable to form a better response.
“Here.” He presses his lips to mine, letting me taste myself. The kiss turns passionate, and fire returns to my blood.
“Follow me.” I get down from the counter and head to the bedroom.
“It paid off the last time,” he jokes as he pinches my ass.
I sit down on the bed and get to work on his pants.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything else.” He stops my hand.
“I’ve been dreaming about this cock since Friday. Six dildos tried to replace it but failed spectacularly, so you better not back off now.”
“Fuck, that’s quite the image. You better show me how you did it.” The perverse idea from his mouth makes me ache all over again.
“Next time. Today, you’ll fuck me,” I whisper into his mouth and drop his pants.
This is the first time I’ve seen him completely naked. Anything I imagined in my mind wasn’t giving him justice. His carved out of stone torso, his long, thick cock waiting for me, his strong thighs—every part of him is perfect.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans as I spit on his cock. Nice Guy Matt likes some dirty, dirty things, and I’ll be happy to help him figure it out.
“I need to feel you inside of me.” I pull him by his shoulders, but he turns me around, grabbing the back of my head and lowering my chest toward the bed.
