Another Chance With Love (Chance Series Book 2)

by Blake Allwood

  “I want to fuck you doggie style like you did me,” I said, anxious about his hesitation.

  Peter pulled his legs up and spun around so fast, I laughed out loud.

  “You are a horny fuck, aren’t you?” I asked, feeling aggressive with the power fucking Peter had given me.

  Peter nodded but didn’t speak as I pressed my cock to his ass.

  “You ready?” I asked.

  Peter just nodded and pushed back against me, and I shoved in. “Oh, fuck! Yeah, yeah, Trevor… oh my god, that’s just right.”

  I took that as permission to pound into him. Just like I’d dreamed of since the first time I touched him.

  I fucked him, forcing his back into an arch. Then as the adrenaline kicked in, I shoved his face down into the pillow, pounding him with all my strength.

  I had long ago given up hope any man would let me fuck them like this. I figured if I wanted to be the top, I’d have to be with a woman. And here I was, fucking Peter’s tight ass just like I’d fantasized.

  I didn’t mind being a bottom. I loved it actually, but oh, the thrill of watching my cock rock in and out of this man was more than I could stand.

  Peter moaned into the pillow as I took him, a monster inside me had taken control. All I could do was drive my desire into him, wanting to claim him, wanting to make him mine and only mine.

  Peter

  Trevor’s cock was bigger than the doc. I’d prepped myself craving that cock, craving him taking me just like this.

  My mind was mush as he drove into me. Suddenly, he adjusted the angle and hit my prostate just right, and I blew all over the comforter.

  When I squeezed down on him, he yelled out and released himself into the condom… the extra-large condom I’d had to purchase for him knowing none of mine would ever work on that large dick of his.

  I couldn’t move and fell over into my own wet spot. Trevor fell behind me, slipping his arm around me, holding me tight in a desperate grip.

  Finally, he asked, “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, still not able to get my breath. I could tell he was nervous, so I turned and kissed him.

  “You’ve ruined me.”

  His eyes registered what I said, and I saw panic cross his face.

  I laughed. “Trevor, you have no idea what that was like. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. You are so tender, but your cock gives a really, really, really, good punch. I needed that, something about you…” I couldn’t figure out the words. “Sorry, my mind’s still mush. You’ve ruined me for any other man. I’m going to follow you around for the rest of your life like a desperate puppy begging for more bone.”

  I laughed at my joke, and Trevor smiled.

  “I never dreamed it’d be that good.”

  We were both still out of breath, so we stopped talking and just let ourselves bask in the glow of the most awesome sex I’d ever had… probably would ever have again unless it was with him. Trevor was everything I’d ever wanted plus a whole lot more.

  Trevor

  I didn’t want to get up. I just wanted to lie next to this incredible man and maybe try round two, then maybe three and four, but responsibility forced me up. I got to my knees, kissed Peter squarely on the mouth, then walked into his shower.

  When I turned the water on, I hollered out. “You coming?”

  Peter yelled back. “I’m not sure I can move.”

  I laughed. “Think I should call the paramedics?”

  “Hell no, I’m not sharing that cock with anyone!” he said as he jumped out of bed and came into the bathroom to join me.

  “I didn’t say I was gonna share my cock. I think it’s becoming pretty partial to you.”

  “Good,” Peter replied. “Let’s keep it that way.”

  Peter pushed me under the water and climbed in behind me. Using his taller frame to his advantage, he stood over me while lathering both our bodies with soap. When he had us both lathered up, he began humping me from behind. “I want to be fucked a lot, Trevor, but I still think that tight ass of yours needs it occasionally too.”

  After rinsing me off, Peter knelt down and spread my cheeks. He let his tongue explore me. “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, that’s good.” I gulped.

  Peter chuckled but continued assaulting my hole with his glorious tongue.

  I’d seen it in porn, but I’d never had it done to me before. “Shit, that’s amazing!” I uttered and wasn’t able to keep myself from pushing back onto his tongue as my cock grew hard with all the sensations. “Damn, Peter, I need you to fuck me. Do you have a condom?”

  Peter pulled away without saying anything. I thought that was it, but just seconds later, he returned, opening a condom as he climbed back into the shower. “This will work,” he said and smeared my hole with lube he’d brought with him. Peter slipped his finger inside and kissed me from behind as he prepped me.

  “God, that feels so good!” I exclaimed. “But I’m ready, Peter… I want to give you the same pleasure you just gave me.”

  Peter growled and let his cock move up and down my lubed hole. When he pressed in, I tensed at the intrusion, but Peter pulled out and let his head prep me more. “You’re so tight… you sure you want this after we just had sex?”

  “Damn, I want this worse than I’ve wanted anything in a long time,” I said.

  Peter moved his cock over my hole again and again then finally pushed back in. The intrusion caused me to tense again, but I held him against me. I forced myself to relax as the pain gave way to pleasure.

  Peter stood still as I pushed myself back on him. I stroked my own cock as I fucked myself on his, letting myself get used to him, and enjoying the sensation of the warm spray pouring over us.

  Finally, I nodded, and Peter moved again, slowly at first. Picking up on my movements, and seeing how much I wanted him to fuck me hard, he began pounding me. He thrust himself into me until I was pressed up against the tiles. He took me with the same passion I’d taken him with just a few minutes earlier.

  I came without touching myself as my cock fucked up against the cool tiles. Peter pulled out of me and started stroking himself. Moving us out of the spray, I knelt down in front of him. He looked down at me and saw my open mouth. I was asking him to pour himself onto my face. The gesture seemed to energize him. He stroked into my mouth and, within minutes, spewed and coated my face and the floor tiles around us.

  He shuddered as he emptied himself, then thrust his cock into my mouth, emptying himself the rest of the way.

  I wasn’t too surprised after our last kink fest when Peter leaned over and licked his spunk off my face.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot,” I said as I enjoyed sharing his cum with him.

  When Peter was done, he pulled me up, and we both rinsed off.

  “I wonder when this isn’t so new if we’ll be able to do that back to back,” I said.

  Peter laughed. “You make me feel so fucking out of control. I don’t think my ability to come with you will diminish any time soon,” he said.

  We climbed out of the shower, toweled each other off and, accepting our time was up, we got dressed and headed out to Peter’s car.

  “You ready for this?” I asked him.

  “The party?” he asked. “Yeah, it’s not much on me. At this point, it’s more the Doris and Leonardo show… we just have to show up.”

  “I have to admit,” I said as I climbed into the car. “I’m anxious to see all the different outfits. I’m not really into steampunk all that much, but it does seem to attract some interesting characters, you agree?”

  “Oh yeah. Since I started this project with Leonardo, I’ve seen some really interesting stuff, and there’s some strange kink associated with it too. Although that’s a little more underground than Leonardo’s stuff.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, I ran up against some of that too while I was doing research. So I’d be prepared for tonight.” I suddenly felt shy, looked over at Peter, and asked, “Are you into any of that?”

  Peter laug
hed out loud, “Um, I haven’t been, but if you wanted to try it out, I’m game.”

  “Really?” I asked, shocked that the straight-laced, Peter Reed would even consider such a thing. “I’ll have to think about it,” I said, then shoved my shoulder into Peter’s.

  The mood evaporated the moment we pulled into the neighborhood. City officials had put up signs around the neighborhood about where parking was or wasn’t allowed. Leonardo had made arrangements for parking at a local shopping center. He had a shuttle service set up, but it was strange to see my sleepy neighborhood covered with the sort of signs I was used to seeing at big events downtown.

  Peter pulled his car into the back yard and parked next to the garage, where Doris had designated a space for him. There were several spots in the yard that could be used for parking, and only the most esteemed guests had them allocated. It shocked Peter that she’d set up one of those spaces for him. “You are the star of the show, Peter,” she said with a smile and a wink before turning away and getting back to whatever it was she was doing.

  Peter shrugged, realizing there was no room for argument and accepted the generosity of my aunt.

  We walked into pure chaos. I pulled Peter up to the attic with me so I could check on Luka and get out of the insanity.

  Luka was asleep, which was perfect for this time of day. Luckily, the insanity two floors down didn’t seem to be disturbing his routine, which was exactly as I’d hoped.

  The nanny looked up from her knitting as I came in and gave a report in a whisper. “He’s done great. Only one meltdown, and that was shortly after you left, but once I got his diaper changed and his afternoon bottle, he was back to his cheerful self.”

  I knew she was exaggerating. Luka was never charming in the afternoon. At best, he was tolerable. I chuckled and said, “You’re a good sport, Mrs. Graham.”

  She just smiled and went back to her knitting.

  __________

  The party was insane. There were models walking around in bizarre steampunk costumes. There were TV screens around the room that featured models walking down runways, and interesting visuals of different steampunk items. And in the dining room, an automaton was working its magic.

  I’d only ever seen them in magazines or on Facebook, so I was intrigued and fascinated by the odd engineering. Leonardo came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Hard to believe that it’s working on a windup system, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Yeah, it’s hard to wrap your mind around a time when there were no computers, television, or electricity.”

  “That’s what makes steampunk so fascinating, I think,” he said but was immediately distracted by the Mayor who was being introduced to him by our local commissioner.

  I smiled at them all as I disappeared to find Peter or Aunt Doris.

  I wandered around the house, then into the part of the yard that was set apart for guests when I heard raised voices. I saw my mom talking to Aunt Doris, and I immediately went toward them.

  “Mom, why are you here?” I asked, not trying to hide my anger.

  “You need to give that baby up!” she said. She was slurring her words that made me think she was drunk.

  “Mom, are you drunk?”

  “Of course not,” she replied, but the slur proved she had something in her system.

  “Where’s Dad?” I asked, concerned as to what kind of chaos he was planning. When she didn’t respond, I said, “If you don’t tell me where he is, I’m going to call the police. For God’s sake, Mother, the mayor and half the city council are here!”

  She blushed. “I don’t know, he left me in the car. He told me not to get out, but I needed to tell you it isn’t okay for a man of poor values and character to raise a child.”

  It took everything in me not to blow and luckily, my aunt stepped up before I said something that would make things worse. “You are the one with a bad character. You aren’t welcome here, and we’ve told you that over and over. Leave now, or I’ll be the one to call the police. And we’ll have that restraining order you were warned about put in place tomorrow morning. Leave, Rita, now!”

  My mother stuck her inebriated chin out and stalked toward the front of the house.

  “Let’s find my father before this gets ugly,” I said.

  Aunt Doris had already started walking toward the house. “I’m going to let the police chief know there’s something going down. I saw him in the parlor earlier. You go check on Luka.”

  I felt the bottom of my world drop out. Luka, I’d forgotten about Luka. I ran into the house, dodging guests, and taking the stairs three at a time. My world stopped when I saw the nanny slumped over in her chair. “Where’s Luka?” I cried, but she didn’t respond. I rushed to his crib then searched the attic. He was nowhere to be seen.

  I ran back down the stairs. I could feel the world spinning around me. Darkness threatened to creep into my vision, but I couldn’t let myself fall apart… I had to find Luka. I had to stop my father and mother from whatever they had planned.

  When I saw Aunt Doris from the landing, her face paled. She turned the man who she was talking to around, and when he saw me, he rushed over. “I’m Police Chief Adams. What’s wrong?” he asked in a gruff voice.

  “Luka’s gone!” I said, and I fell to the landing, unable to keep myself upright any longer. “My baby’s gone. I didn’t keep him safe.”

  I don’t remember much of what happened next, but everything happened in slow motion. Eventually, I felt Peter by my side, and I was being pulled up toward the second floor.

  Later, I found out that the party had been stopped, and everyone searched while an amber alert had been sent out for Luka.

  The police chief had questioned me immediately after the nanny had been rushed to the hospital. Apparently, my father, we all assumed it was my father, had drugged her. I thought to myself, thank god she isn’t dead. But then I burst into tears. Would he harm Luka? Yes, he was capable of anything.

  When I was questioned, I told the detective my father was violent, that he’d broken my arm as a child, and all the other things he’d done to abuse me when I’d lived with him.

  The police assured me they were doing everything possible. But I knew my father. I knew what he was capable of, and I knew they wouldn’t find him. The man was conniving. He wouldn’t have put himself in jeopardy, wouldn’t have jeopardized his standing in the community, unless he felt like he could wriggle out of this somehow. I doubted I’d ever see my son again.

  Peter

  Days slowly clicked by, and I stayed with Trevor as much as I could, but he’d grown cold toward me. I could tell he was pushing me away... pushing everyone away.

  “You can’t blame yourself, Trevor,” I finally said after a long session of him staring out the window.

  I must have hit a nerve because he turned his gaze toward me and said, “Then who do we blame Peter? My son was kidnapped by my parents, from my house because of a stupid party. It should’ve been me there with him, not a damned nanny, not someone who didn’t know what kind of man my father is. If I’m not to blame, Peter, then who is?”

  I knew he was spewing anger at me, I knew the accusation was directed at me, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t already blamed myself.

  “You can hate me, Trevor, but Luka needs you. He needs you to be strong.”

  Trevor put his head in his hands and wept. “There’s nothing I can do for him now, is there?”

  Doris came into the room. The bags under her eyes were deep. She hadn’t slept much either, and she looked utterly exhausted.

  “Trevor, we need to talk,” she said.

  When Trevor didn’t acknowledge her, she came and sat on the bed next to me. “Trevor, the detective thinks you should do an interview with one of the press members he trusts and make a plea to your parents to bring Luka back safely. They think it’s possible they might regret what they’ve done and may want to bring him back or turn him in to someone who can care for him.”

  Tre
vor turned toward his aunt, but his face was devoid of emotion. “We both know my father couldn’t give two fucks what I think, and if he took Luka, he’s either killed him or stashed him with someone else. Anything to hurt me, that’s what this is. Getting even with me for leaving when I was ten.”

  Tears dripped out of one of Doris’s eyes, but she remained stoic. “Honey, you need to appeal to your mother. She must have been drugged when we saw her that night. If we appeal to her, she may do the right thing.”

  Trevor’s eyes continued to stare blankly at Doris. “You know she won’t go against my dad. It doesn’t matter what he does.”

  Doris stood and went to Trevor, kissing his forehead. “Think about it. Even if there’s a small chance it’ll help, it’d be worth it, don’t you think?”

  When Trevor didn’t respond, she left the room and us.

  “You should go too, Peter,” he said, staring me in the eye. “I no longer want you here.”

  I sighed. “You can’t be alone right now. But if you want me to go, I will.”

  I could tell by the way Trevor was acting, he was thinking bad thoughts. I’d be damned if I’d let him sit there alone, but my presence in the room with him was making things worse, I could tell that too.

  I walked out of the room and saw Doris about to descend the stairs. “Doris, wait,” I called. “I don’t want Trevor to be alone, I don’t like the state of mind he’s in. Can you sit with him while I call in a few favors? We need to give him twenty-four-hour surveillance. If he thinks his dad has harmed Luka, he’s a danger to himself.”

  “I agree,” Doris replied. “I’ll go back in and sit with him, but please don’t give up on him, Peter. He’s angry at the world, not you, honey.”

  “I know, I’m here for the long haul.”

  I went out to my car and had a good cry. I did blame myself for distracting Trevor. He knew his parents were trouble, but I hadn’t really acknowledged how much trouble they could be.