Page 12 of Take A Chance

“Where is it?” he mumbled to himself a few times before pulling a first-aid kit from the cupboard. Without even asking, he carefully examined my foot and pulled the glass shard out of it. He cleaned and bandaged it for me, his hands very gentle as he did so. This was far from the man I’d seen interacting with Katelyn earlier this evening.

As he took toilet paper and dried the blood off the floor, I wiped my tears away. I felt foolish for crying in front of him. He probably thought I was a baby. Here he was, this incredibly strong man, sporting only a white T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. The shirt stretched across his chest, revealing a silhouette of the corded muscles beneath it. When he stood and tossed the soiled toilet paper and dirty alcohol pads into the trash, he was only inches from me.

He rested his hands on either side of my thighs and looked me in the eye. “How’s that?”

I had no words. Every single thought that had gone through my mind that night at the club was running through my head now. He was hot. He was rich. He had made my body feel things no man had ever made feel, not even my ex-fiancé. I swallowed hard and nodded, not sure what to say. The way he looked at me was hungry. Maybe he had avoided dinner because I pushed his buttons the way he was pushing mine now. My body was tense, my vagina instinctively clenching with lust.

I thought I was alone, getting a late-night snack. I thought he was in bed. I hadn’t intended to interrupt his nightcap. My heart raced. I fidgeted on the counter. He didn’t back away. He stayed right there, inches from my face, refusing to relent. I licked my lips, and my eyes darted between looking him in the eyes and trying to read his body.

He leaned closer, his breath hot on my cheek. I stiffened. I thought he would kiss me, but what he did was far worse. He whispered in my ear, “I think we need to finish what we started, because you tipped the balance of power in your direction, and now it’s time you found out what happens when such a beautiful woman does that to me.”

I knew I was done for the minute his hand rested on my thigh.

8

Blake

Emma’s skin was cool to the touch, but her eyes were fire. She drew her tongue across her bottom lip seductively, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I gripped her thigh and squeezed it, forcing her legs apart. She gasped, but she didn’t protest.

“Now, if I remember correctly, there is a very sensitive spot I can touch to make your entire body shake.” My hands pushed up her outer thighs, and I grabbed the elastic waistband of the shorts, along with her panties, and tugged them downward. She pressed her palms into the bathroom counter and lifted herself slightly, and her bottoms came off easily.

“Yes, well... You did make me feel incredible by finding that spot.” Her chest rose and fell quickly, a sign of her arousal. I dropped her shorts and glanced down at her body, her snatch exposed for my viewing pleasure.

“And I think I remember you tasting really good, even though I didn’t get to dine directly from the source.” The memory of licking her juices from my fingers came back to me again, tempting me to drop to my knees right there and eat her until she screamed my name.

“You enjoyed licking your fingers when I was done?” She smirked, but my view of her darkening lips was obscured as I tugged her T-shirt over her head. It was chilly, and her nipples were hardened. I used my foot to push the bathroom door shut, then turned back to her.

“I think I want to try that again, and actually get to enjoy it this time. You ran out so fast, I never got your name, and now that you know mine, you’re going to scream it, and I’m not letting you go until you do.” I gripped her hips and pulled her forward on the counter. She looked hesitant, a bit of apprehension in her eyes, like she was nervous.

“I...” She bit her lip and batted her eyelashes. This is the same way she looked at me before straddling me in that night club.

“Something wrong? Because I get the distinct impression that you want me to do really bad things to you.”

“It’s just that...” A strand of hair fell in her face as she looked down to where my hands now rested on her thighs, pressing them farther apart. My cock was rock-hard and ready to take her, proudly forcing my pajama pants into a tent shape.

“Spit it out.”

“You’re the only man who’s ever made me come.” She looked down abruptly but continued. “I mean, of course I’ve had plenty of orgasms, but I just—”

I chuckled. “So you’re worried you won’t please me?” Her coquettish behavior had me fooled. She wanted me, yes, but I was plucking the first fruits from the garden.

Emma shrugged and looked back up at me. She said nothing, but her gaze spoke volumes. “I don’t think you have a thing to worry about. I’m very good at pleasing myself. You can just look at this as an educational experience.”

“What if I’m no good at this and you aren’t satisfied?” She hissed out the last word as I pushed my thumb against her clit and started massaging her.

“I told you, I can please myself. So let’s make this about you.” I pressed more firmly, swirling my thumb in her juices. She was so aroused I thought I’d need a towel to dry her before we even got started. “Now, I know you like this” —I pushed my fingers into her and felt her muscles tighten around them— “because you made some really amazing sounds when I did this to you before.”

Tiny gasps and pants escaped her lips, and her jaw dropped open. I toyed with her, sliding my fingers across her G-spot and teasing her clit with my thumb. For good measure, I pinched her nipple, hoping to release more arousal hormones into her system and really get her worked up. Her forehead creased, but it was pleasure, not pain.

“And when I really go at it, your body does these amazing things, twitching and clenching and writhing around.” God, I wished it was my dick inside her, not my fingers, but this was fun. Most women who found themselves in my bed played the slut. They landed their spot on my cock because they were loose, and then they were sent packing because a man of my status doesn’t need a greedy gold-digger.

But Emma was intriguing. Based on her behavior at the club, I’d have thought she was only playing the shy minx. Now I knew differently. She was just very inexperienced, and I wanted to be the one to give her every experience she’d missed out on so far.

“Do you like it?” I asked her, really working her pussy over. I stopped to suck my fingers clean and immediately dived back in, thrusting and rubbing.

“Yes... oh, God, yes,” she panted. Her hand gripped my wrist, but I didn’t relent. I continued teasing and taunting her to heightened arousal.

“Say my name and I’ll let you come.” I continued thrusting but stopped massaging her clit. She whimpered, pulling my wrist toward her body harder.

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