Page 10 of Taking Chances

“Doesn’t that excite you? The idea that you could doanythingto me?” He pressed in closer to me, his cock grinding against my stomach.

I shook my head. “It makes me feel anxious. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do and—”

He silenced me with a kiss, bending down to capture my lips and stop my tailspin. He wiped those worries away, this kiss deeper and more passionate than our last one. “You know just want to say,” he whispered between those kisses, “to drive me crazy, don’t you? You don’t even do it on purpose. You just can’t help it, I think.” He twisted us, then walked me backward.

I went happily, drugged by his touch and the promise of his voice. My calves touched something a moment before I fell backward. I grasped at Vance, afraid to hit the ground, but I hadn’t needed to worry. My butt hit the bed as I sat.

It made me look up at Vance—especially because I didn’t want to just stare at his crotch.

Or, maybe the better way to say that was that I didn’t want to get caught ogling his cock like a cat in heat. I wanted to look, but I didn’t need him to know that.

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and it had me guessing what he wanted. I reached forward to wrap my fingers around his shaft, to take him past my lips. That’s whatallmen wanted, wasn’t it?

And I don’t mind it one little bit…

Except, he stopped me. He shifted his hips back slightly, out of my reach, his lips twisted into a smirk. “Not so fast there, sweetheart.”

“But I thought—”

“Don’t think. You didn’t want to be in charge, right? So just listen to me and do as I say.”

Someone telling me that at any other time would have set me off. It would have woken all those fears I had about having to be a good girl, about others controlling me, but somehow having a naked man telling me what to do was exactly what I liked.

So I found myself nodding, giving myself over to him, refusing to worry or think too deeply about anything.

“Good girl.” He bent forward, but instead of a kiss, he traced my bottom lip with his tongue. It left a tingling sensation behind, one that made me part my lips and breathe in sharply.

Vance set his hands on my knees, through the loose fabric of my skirt, and spread my thighs. He dropped down to kneel there, seeming to take no notice of his own lack of clothing.

He touched the back of my ankles, then shifted his left hand up, over my calves, lifting the fabric of my skirt as he went. When he reached my knee, however, he didn’t move it up anymore. Instead, he touched my thigh beneath the skirt, the sensation more teasing than if he’d exposed me entirely.

It felt naughtier, like we were doing something more taboo, as he shifted his fingers from the outside of my legs to my sensitive inner thighs.

The use of one hand occurred to me, just for a moment. However, his touch was so hot, I couldn’t hold on to that worry for long. He used his shoulder on one side and his hand on the other to spread my thighs wider, then dipped down, moving beneath my skirt.

It meant the fabric covered his head, the sight so alluring I moaned softly before slapping my hand over my mouth to silence it.

His chuckle said I hadn’t done a good job.

I held my breath, waiting, until warm hair brushed across my cunt through my panties.His breath?I didn’t have time to think about it before something warm and wet moved up the crotch of my panties, pressing the fabric in slightly. Even I knew what that had to be, and I struggled between excitement, embarrassment and disappointment.

I enjoyed the sensation of his tongue against me, but I wished I could see him. I wanted to watch as that pink, talented tongue of his moved against me, to see the lust in his blue eyes, yet the movement of my skirt as he was beneath it turned me on, too.

He moved his hand up my thigh, to my hip, and grasped the waist of my panties. A soft tug had me lifting my hips to let him slide the underwear down. He moved back enough to pull them off entirely.

“I like this,” he admitted, his voice strange since I couldn’t see him. Worse, each word he said blew another stream of warm air against my pussy, making me crave more. “I like to touch you beneath your skirt. It makes me think about doing this in a room full of people, maybe when I slip beneath the table at a restaurant. Your thighs quiver and shake as you want more, your hips thrusting forward just a bit, like you’re wet little pussy is begging me.” Something solid ran up my folds, pausing just before he stroked against my clit. “Do you want more, sweetheart?” His lips pressed against my inner thigh, his teasing words making me desperate.

“Yes,” I whispered back, not giving a damn about my pride. “I want more.”

He chuckled. “What a good girl. Then lie back because once I get my mouth on you for real, I’m not going to let you go until you’recryingfor me to stop.”

And that sounded like a good damn idea to me.

Vance

I breathed Kenz in, drowning in her sweet, feminine scent. It felt like forever that I’d fantasized about this, that I’d wanted to touch her so intimately, that I wanted to see all the parts of her that she hid from others. I wanted to lose myself in her and let it make me feel as though I was normal, that things between us were normal.

They weren’t, but I’d let this fantasy hold me a little while, at least.

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