Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance

by Bailey Bradford

  “Please. Fuck me, Chance.” Rory murmured the words into Chance’s mouth, felt a tremor work through the other man as he swallowed the request. Chance stepped back and turned to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and rifling through until he grunted and took out a tube of lube, which he tossed on the bed, and…a paper? He faced Rory and thrust the paper at him. Rory took it, watching the other man and trying not to stare down at the erection he wanted so badly.

  “It’s current. I just got it when you got yours, so we can… I mean, if you want… Damn it!” Chance stared at a spot over Rory’s left shoulder and looked so uncomfortable that Rory wanted to hug him. Instead, he read the paper that informed him Chance was healthy and clean. He jerked his eyes up to the other man’s, grinning like a fool.

  “Oh yeah, I want.” Rory handed the paper back and finally looked at Chance’s straining erection as he stood frozen, eyes on Rory. “I want that—” Rory pointed, then unable to resist any longer, reached out to fist the tempting rod. Chance groaned as Rory slid his hand from the bulbous head all the way to the root. Rory’s hands were big, yet he barely managed to close his hand over Chance’s girth. Then he got a little worried and glanced up to look at Chance.

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  “Will…uh, are you sure this will fit?” Rory would rather risk an embarrassing question than an embarrassing situation. Truthfully, he hadn’t screwed around enough to know how much was too much, but he suspected the monster in front of him might just push the limit.

  Chance sat the paper back on the nightstand and gave Rory a flat-handed push onto the bed.

  Rory landed on his behind but leant back on his elbows, eyes drawn back to the mesmerising, scary erection bobbing in front of him.

  “You’ll be ready, baby. Get in the middle of the bed.” Chance stroked himself while Rory watched enviously. He sat up and slapped Chance’s hand away.

  “I’ve been waiting to get my hands, and other parts, on that for a while now. I have dibs.” Rory flopped back onto the bed as Chance burst out laughing.

  “You have dibs? Dibs?” Chance started laughing harder, but he left his cock alone as he crawled onto the bed. “All right, it’s all yours, what with you laying first claim and all.”

  The teasing smile on Chance’s full lips was too much to resist. Rory leaned up and licked until the other man opened for him, sucking on Rory’s tongue like he’d sucked another part of Rory earlier.

  He groaned and pulled Chance down on top of him, needing skin-to-skin contact. The man felt too right laying on top, pressing against Rory’s body. Chance ran his hands down Rory’s arms, clasping his wrists tightly and bringing Rory’s hands up to the slatted headboard.

  “Hold on like your life depended on it, baby.” Rory’s fingers reflexively clutched at the slats before he realised it.

  “Wait. I want to touch you—” Chance shook his head.

  “I’m too close, want you too much and waited too long. After, okay? Because if you touch me now, I’m gonna come and I want in you before that happens.” Chance stared at him, suddenly so serious that Rory felt a moment of fear. Not for his safety, but at whatever words were fixing to be spoken. Chance shook his head.

  “None of that. There isn’t anything wrong. Just…I figured maybe you should know I’ve never had sex without a condom before.” A flush swept over Chance’s cheeks. “Probably won’t last long, not with how bad I want you and not wearing… Damn it!”

  Rory would have replied and told Chance this was a first for him, too, but the man was fast. His lips latched on to Rory’s right nipple ring and tugged while he used his hand to do the same to the other nipple, and Rory went wild.

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  He hadn’t had a lover since he’d got them and hadn’t had any idea how much better it would feel for someone other than himself to toy with the hoops. Rory white-knuckled the headboard and tried not to buck too hard and dislodge Chance. He couldn’t keep still no matter how hard he tried—his body was squirming and rubbing, trying to get more of the sensual torment Chance was dishing out.

  “Shit! Please, Ch…Chance, please!” Rory didn’t even know what he was begging for—

  he didn’t want the man to stop what he was doing, but he needed more. Chance’s words were true for him as well—he’d wanted Chance so badly for so long, he couldn’t take much more. Jesus, the need was so bad he could feel tears of frustration pricking at his eyes. Rory squeezed them shut. He wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t fear he’d do something stupid, something that would make Chance think of him as being too young again.

  Chance slid down his body, tonguing his way through the near-white hair that ran down the centre of Rory’s belly. Closing his eyes seemed to magnify each touch, each lick against his skin to the point that Rory was afraid he would come and embarrass himself. He started to let go of the slats and reach for his balls. Chance’s growl of displeasure vibrated up Rory’s body and had him reaching for the headboard once again.

  “Don’t want to come yet, not yet.” Rory tossed his head, trying to fight the need building inside him as Chance’s chuckle sent sparks straight to the kill zone. Oh, God, he was going to make a fool of himself!

  “Don’t. Don’t fight it. You don’t know how fucking sexy you are, burning under my touch. You don’t know what it does to me to see you, feel you so responsive. You’re fucking beautiful, baby, don’t ever think different.”

  Rory couldn’t speak to argue, couldn’t do anything except scream out his release as Chance reached under him and grabbed his ass cheeks then engulfed his weeping crown, sucking hard. Rory’s toes curled as he pumped streams of hot spunk into Chance’s mouth, the pulsing in his cock with each spurt so strong that Rory could feel his hole clenching in synch. Chance suckled Rory’s dick until every bit of cum was cleaned up then lifted his head and looked at Rory.

  “I told you, so fucking beautiful and responsive. My God, Rory, you really don’t have any idea how special you are.” The words sounded torn from Chance, released against his will. Rory opened his eyes and looked down at the man. Chance did not look happy with his admission.

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  That was okay, because Rory didn’t believe it anyway. How could he, when so many other people had proven the man’s words wrong? The unease in Chance’s eyes turned to something else as he snarled at Rory, obviously reading the denial he was about to utter.

  Rory bit down on his tongue to keep from refuting Chance’s claims—the last thing he wanted to do was argue right now.

  “I’ll get it through your stubborn head eventually, Rory. I will.” Those dark chocolate eyes held Rory pinned in place, promising to follow through on the words.

  Well, the man could try, wasn’t anything Rory could do to stop him—

  A hard swat on his hip snapped Rory right to attention. He let go of the headboard and started to rise up but Chance shoved him and had Rory flipped over onto his stomach before he even knew how it happened.

  Strong hands reached around his hips, pulling Rory up onto his knees. Heart thudding bruisingly hard in his chest, Rory spread his thighs wide and braced himself on his forearms, resting his head on his hands. He turned his head to watch what he could as he felt his cheeks being spread wide open. When the tips of Chance’s thumbs pressed against Rory’s hole, pushing until they loosened the tight ring and penetrated him, Rory let out a strangled groan. He was going to die from the pleasure any moment now. There was no way something could feel so damn good without stopping his heart. It just wasn’t possible.

  Chance pulled back and Rory protested in a series of incoherent grumbles. The cool feel of lube running down his crease stopped the grumbling and replaced it with a smile. One long, rough finger forced its way into Rory’s channel, slowly at first, then twisting in faster until hard knuckles rasped up
against his opening.

  Rory moaned and arched his back, pushing his butt down needing more. A second finger pressed in, burning as it stretched the clamping ring that was trying to deny Rory the pleasure Chance was giving him. Chance twisted his fingers inside Rory, crooking them slightly and pegging his gland and sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyes.

  “God! Chance! Fuck me, please!” Rory hadn’t known until that moment that he wasn’t too proud to beg. All he knew for sure was if Chance didn’t fuck him now, he might do something mortifying, like cry and beg at the same time. He had never felt anything like this before, and knew it wasn’t only what they were doing, but who he was doing it with.

  “Need to stretch you a little more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Chance’s voice sounded strained, as though he were hurting with need as much as Rory was.

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  “Just fuck me! I won’t break! Now, Chance. Don’t make me…” Rory had to pant as Chance rubbed his gland again. “Don’t make me beg anymore.” That came out less demanding and more pathetic than Rory had meant for it to, but it was done, and Chance’s fingers were pulling out. The sound of the lube opening and sputtering as Chance coated his cock sent goose bumps over Rory.

  He wanted this, but he wasn’t going to deny that he was just a little leery of how big Chance’s cock was. Fear didn’t have enough time to latch on because Rory was spread wide once again. The sound of Chance’s sharply indrawn breath startled Rory and he tried to crane his neck around to see the man’s expression. When he did, it stole his breath. The wonder on Chance’s face did all sorts of warm tingly things to Rory’s belly.

  “I told you, baby. Just perfect, so fucking beautiful. Your ass is going to be gorgeous swallowing me up.” Chance lined up his dick with Rory’s hole and grasped his hip. “You sure you’re ready, baby?”

  Rory met Chance’s gaze and nodded as best he could, fear and want stealing his voice.

  Chance rocked gently forward, nudging at Rory’s resistant entry. He clamped his other hand on Rory’s hip, locking him firmly in place.

  “I’ll try to go slow,” Chance muttered, brown eyes conflicted as he studied Rory.

  But Rory didn’t want slow. There was a panic building in him, a fear that Chance might still walk away. Irrational considering their current positions, but Rory couldn’t shake it.

  “No. I want this.” Rory lifted his head from where it rested on his hands and took a deep breath. “I don’t want slow and sweet, Chance. I won’t break.”

  Chance’s hand clenched on Rory’s hip. “I don’t want to hurt you. We should—”

  “Fuck ‘we should’! I need you now!” He pushed up onto his palms and rocked backwards as forcefully as he dared just as Chance rammed his hips forward hard, shoving through the stubborn muscles.

  Rory could only gasp, the burning and stretching painful despite the fingers that had worked his channel only moments before. He bore down as Chance thrust again, then he was completely impaled, butt and the back of his thighs pressed against Chance’s crinkly pubic hair and muscular legs. Rory struggled to breathe, feeling that the air had been pushed from his lungs by Chance’s thick length.

  Before Rory could adjust to being filled so completely, he began trying to rock himself on Chance’s dick. Chance pulled back, sliding almost all the way out of Rory’s passage.

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  Rory couldn’t keep still, pushing back to meet Chance’s thrusts. He welcomed the penetration, wanting this, pain and pleasure, all with the man he’d come to admire.

  A strong forearm locked around Rory’s belly, pulling him upright on his knees. Chance wrapped his other arm around Rory’s chest and began pumping his cock into Rory in short, sharp bursts that rubbed right over his gland.

  Every thought fled in the midst of such pleasure. Rory let his head fall back and rest on Chance’s shoulder, the harsh grunts coming from the older man feeding Rory’s need. He pressed his ass back as much as he could, wanting to feel every bit of Chance’s cock inside him.

  He reached behind him and grabbed Chance’s ass, squeezing and moaning as the man fucked him harder and faster. Rory’s cock was leaking pearly white gobs everywhere—he couldn’t even think about it because everything in him was centred on the feel of Chance filling him, owning him and marking him with each thrust.

  The harsh grunts from Chance grew louder, frantic. Rory didn’t register that the man was saying ‘soon’ over and over until Chance grabbed Rory’s cock and tugged hard, using his other hand to pull at the left nipple ring. Rory screamed, his balls drawing tight, then Chance bit into his straining neck and the scream turned into a strangled sound as Rory’s vision dimmed and he came, thick bursts of spunk spewing free.

  His muscles spasmed and his ass clamped down hard enough that Chance’s dick was trapped in the tight confines of Rory’s channel. He felt Chance’s entire body shudder violently, felt hard fingers dig into his chest painfully—but more than anything, he felt the throbbing of Chance’s cock deep in his ass, felt each pulse as hot cum poured out in thick streams inside him. Nothing else existed in the moment other than that.

  Rory’s muscles unclenched and Chance made a garbled sound that could have meant anything, though Rory was pretty sure in this case it meant the man had fucked his brains out. God knew Rory’s were shot to hell. Chance locked his arms around Rory and pulled him down and onto their sides, still buried deep in Rory’s warmth.

  They lay for long moments, Chance holding Rory and Rory’s hands on top of Chance’s.

  Rory thought he should probably say something, but he didn’t know what. He wasn’t used to anything other than a five minute fuck, really, more of a ‘drop your pants and take it, pull

  ‘em up and get back to work’ type of thing. He worried for a few minutes, afraid action or inaction would mess up everything that had just happened between him and Chance.

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  It wasn’t until Chance jerked slightly that he realised the man had fallen asleep, still holding Rory in his arms. Right or wrong, Rory would take it. He closed his eyes and let himself feel wanted—the part of him aching to be loved was shoved deep down and locked away. Rory knew he was lucky to get this much from anyone, and especially from a man like Chance Galloway.

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  Chapter Nine

  Maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t used to sharing a bed with anyone, much less a man as sexy as Chance, that had Rory’s eyes cracking open, his mind sputtering to explain to himself why he was in an unfamiliar room. The press of a warm body against his sent the answer screeching into his head, memories of Chance taking him, fucking him until Rory'd thought his heart would stop from the pleasure of it… Yet as good as that had felt, the present situation, sharing a bed with his lover, who was draped over him like the best sort of blanket, was even better. It was so…intimate. And Rory felt safe, protected, which was ridiculous given his size, but there it was.

  He knew it was going to suck, having to get up and leave. Chance’s arms and strength offered a sanctuary Rory hadn’t even known he’d been looking for. But no matter how perfect and safe it felt, Rory didn’t go back to sleep.

  Rory would have stayed in bed, cuddling—who knew he’d enjoy that as much as sex?—except he didn’t want Chance to think he was taking advantage. If anything, Rory would work harder to prevent Chance or Max from thinking he’d expect to get preferential treatment for banging the boss…or being banged by the boss. The last thing he wanted was trouble between Max and—

  “Shit!” Rory sat up with a burst of panicked energy that dislodged Chance and nearly toppled them both to the floor. Rory looked for his clothes, spotting them in a rumpled pile near the foot of the bed. He lunged for them as he peeked
at the digital clock by Chance’s bed.

  Not quite 4:30 a.m. Good—if he hurried he might make it to the bunkhouse before Max woke up. If he didn’t, well, maybe the man wouldn’t see him coming out of the main house and would think Rory had just stayed out all night.

  “Rory.”

  It took a few seconds for it to register. Rory pulled up his jeans and spun around to face Chance just as the man eased off the bed.

  “It’s all right, just calm down for a minute. Max knows—he told me I’d be a fool not to go after you last night.”

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  Rory froze, one boot on and the other in his hand. He tried to think about what that meant, but it only added to the confused mix of emotions he was already battling. Now he was awake and the sun wasn’t far from rising, doubts and fears were tearing at him. Rory didn’t know what Chance expected from him, not personally, and was afraid to ask if the man only wanted a night or, like Rory, something more.

  He forced himself to move, to put on his boot and gather up the rest of his clothes, never looking at Chance. If he saw that distant look his boss had worn so often over the past two weeks, Rory was afraid something inside him might break.

  “Rory, look at me, please.” Chance’s voice was warm and intimate, not the least bit distant.

  Rory squared his shoulders and, clutching his belt and hat close to his chest, turned to face the man who suddenly had the power to shatter him. He swallowed nervously under Chance’s penetrating stare but didn’t look away.

  “Why are you so scared?”

  The question had Rory’s spine stiffening ramrod straight. He didn’t like being called out, but he wasn’t a liar, either. All or nothing. Better to find out now and deal with it.

  “I don’t know what you want, what you expect from me.” Chance’s dark eyes bored into him, shaking his soul. “If this was just a one-night-stand for you or—”