Second Chances

by Henley Maverick

  A little while later, though, he leaned in close to her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her body. “You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

  Chapter Seven

  Bria hated getting drunk with a passion but, tonight, it was alright. The day suddenly became a blur and she found herself grabbing the stranger’s hand and dragging him away from the dance floor. At one point she must’ve said goodbye to Savvy, because the next thing she knew she was in an Uber, heading to her house. She had suggested going over to his place, but he scoffed at the idea and said that they should go over to hers. Red flag? Skeletons in closet? She didn’t know. But she didn’t care enough to ask, either. She decided that she was going with the flow tonight, whatever that meant.

  “Ladies don’t sleep around on the first date,” she would tell herself, over and over again, ignoring all the signs that told her bad girls had all the fun.

  As she leaned her head against the half rolled-down window, she paid attention to her little hometown. Somehow it looked different from a car, and at this hour. People were scarce and the mountains looked miserable; the farther out from the city center they drove the darker the sky got, until there were practically no lights besides the ones radiating from people’s houses.

  Bria felt the stranger’s hand touch hers. Without thinking, without even looking at him, she let her hand sleep under his, and she succumbed to his stroking until the car ride seemed to last forever.

  She had almost fallen asleep when the Uber driver’s voice caused her to jerk awake. “Ma’am, I believe we’ve arrived.” Bri stuck her head out the window, a bit confused at first. She looked up at the house, her beer goggles not doing her any favors, and when she made sure it was hers, she popped the car door open without saying a word.

  “Here you go,” she heard the stranger say. Oops, she forgot to pay the fare, but that was alright. She would probably make it up to him in more alcohol and good company. “Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, more like yelled into the void of quietude surrounding them from all directions. The man chuckled and followed her to the door, which she struggled to unlock for a good ten minutes, cringing at the sound of the key rustling in its lock, until finally she got the hang of it.

  “So, what’s your name?” she asked him, thinking that maybe now was the right time to make small talk. Her memory faded from there on out, because the next thing she knew she was in the kitchen, fixing them a sloppy microwave dinner. She remembered him sitting there in a suit, gawking at her like a hungry predator, or at least that was what her beer goggles were telling her.

  “You don’t have to make us dinner, you know,” his voice deep and somewhat distant.

  “Just trying to be a good host here,” she replied, not looking up at him. She glanced at her phone and realized Savvy had called her three times. She picked it up and started typing, occasionally squinting at the screen to make sure she was making sense, and when she became convinced that she had successfully formulated a legible text rather than a string of gibberish, she pressed send.

  “You’re already a good host; you look fantastic, by the way.”

  Bria smiled and continued to fumble with the paper plates, looking up at him only once or twice so she didn’t come off as weird. They must’ve talked a lot, but she had no recollection of what she said. At some point she thought it would be a good idea to have yet another drink, so she popped open her special bottle of party champagne, which had remained closed for the past two years since she got it due to the lack in parties.

  “Watch out,” she said, aiming the bottle towards the ceiling and popping it open. The cork went shooting into the air, smashing into the chandelier and ricocheting back down towards the floor.

  “Woah,” he jumped, bringing his hands over his head.

  Bria remembered panicking and then laughing hysterically. He laughed with her, and then he invited her to sit next to him, but she shook her head. “Let’s go upstairs, instead,” she said.

  All at once, there was nothing in Bria’s universe but the mystery man’s kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of her body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in her life, Bria forgot everything else. The bliss sent an earthquake through her loins, causing her body to teeter on the brink of the sublime.

  Nothing in her experience prepared her for the new sensations; the tingle in her neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of her belly when a wave of lightning engulfed it; the escape of her moisture as it saturated her, swelled her. Once unrestrained, her passion was urgent, desperate, and critical, but the man forced her to yield to his slow pace. His unhurried touch bringing her again and again to the edge of rapture and then denying her, until she wanted to beg for it.

  His lips devoured hers; his tongue explored her mouth, her neck, and her ears. His teeth found her breasts and her nipples, his tongue torturing them until she moaned in need.

  With a movement that startled her, he forced her legs open with strong arms, slipped his hands underneath her dress, cupped her butt in his hands, and lifted her hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brought her close to the edge so many times she lost count in delirium. Bria could do nothing more than squeeze the blankets.

  His hands finally opened her, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he pushed her panties to the side and spread the softness, the moistness, grabbing her wrist to force her own hand to feel for herself, and laughing at her greedy caresses. He moved Bria’s fingers to the soft head of his erection where she let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. Bria could feel herself blush and prickles of pleasure moved through her arms when he grew harder in her hand. She squeezed instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing her to tighten her grip. More moisture drenched her in anticipation.

  He met her lips with great deliberation, pulling her down into a soft sweet kiss, his tongue just tipping against her lower lip. She opened for him, enjoying this taste of him, letting him explore her before sliding his tongue against hers, feeling the push and pull of breath through her nose. She bent her neck, closing down the distance between them, seeing his eyes flare just as she touched his mouth with hers. She was aware of him breathing; streams of air brushing against her face, his shoulders rising and falling. It was another sweet kiss. Good. He kept it gentle, resisting the urge to crush and squeeze her into his body.

  “You’re really good at this,” she murmured, licking her lips. Even though she was fairly intoxicated, Bria’s senses were more heightened than ever. She had never imagined herself doing this, not in a million years, especially with a person that she didn’t know. The two of them rolled around on his bed, devouring each other’s faces like animals. He opened his eyes again; they were glowing with heat. It surprised her, how much desire she thought she could see there. She pulled on his waist, urging him closer and even closer still, adjusting her position so he could lean his weight against her. He was heavy and muscular; the two of them were fully clothed, still.

  All of a sudden he slid his hands underneath her sequined dress again, finding the soft skin of her back, the tiny nubs of her dark moles arrayed around her smooth hips. He must’ve played out in his mind what it would be like to see them with his own eyes. Later. When he took her clothes off. His cock jumped at the thought. And again when Bria pressed harder against him. He didn’t want to stop, in fact he wanted to see this through to the end.

  “Stand up,” he ordered her. Bria complied. He then proceeded to underdress her, and even though she was shy at first, she gave in totally because she wanted him. “Now, lay down,” he ordered once Bria was standing naked in front of . He had sobered up a bit … a lot, actually, and he fancied giving her orders. She didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

  “How?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  “Face down, with your head on the pillow,” he explained. “Perfect,” he groaned as she followed his instructions. “Jee
z, you're gorgeous.” The sight of Bria sleeping face-down and submitting to him was almost more than he could handle. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed something off her vanity; she couldn’t see what it was at first but then he opened his hands, revealing a bottle of baby oil. Dripping it into his palms, he placed them on Bria's shoulders and started giving her an amazing massage.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Oh my God,” she sighed. “You’re amazing at this.”

  “I've got to have some skills, don’t I?” he teased, applying pressure on either side of Bria's spine and allowing his weight to transfer through to her tense muscles.

  “Oh!” she squealed again. “I’ve got a feeling there’s a lot about you that I don’t know … I think I’m in heaven.”

  His hands migrated down her body, kneading her buttocks, teasing her inner thigh with soft, feather-like strokes and dancing down her legs and across her feet, causing Bria to moan pretty loud. Once her muscles are entirely relaxed, he reached for the baby oil again.

  “Ready?” he asked teasingly.

  “For what?” she sighed, rather groggily. God, he loved surprising her with his skills in bed. Even though he was drunk he knew he still had game. The first thing she felt were a few drops of warm baby oil landing on the small of her back. The oil just ran in rivulets back towards her shoulders. A second set of drops fell shortly afterwards, this time in the cleft of her buttocks, where the oil penetrated down and ran across her wide-open lips and onto the bed sheets below.

  “Oh!” she gasped one more time.

  “Nice?” he smiled, squeezing another dollop of warm baby oil onto her body, to slide against her most intimate areas. Bria groaned throatily and opened her legs slightly wider in response. Sitting between her legs, he placed a hand on each of her cheeks and slowly allowed his thumbs to follow the path of the oil, running them down Bria’s cleft, gently stroking past her anus towards her fleshy lips.

  He gently slid his finger further inside her body; Bria substituted speech with guttural groans. His other hand slipped further round to find her clit, where he gently applied pressure until she roared out in a desperate, uncontrollable, climax. Without letting her rest for a moment using his hands and fingers, he then drove Bria through an intense set of orgasms which left her speechless, dizzy, and panting wildly. Finally, once he had made sure that her energy reserves were entirely depleted, he removed himself carefully from her shaking body.

  “How did you like that?” he asked.

  “I liked it, but it’s not enough.” She was taken aback by her own words; suddenly she was all feisty and nothing like herself.

  “I’m just getting started,” he breathed, rather confidently.

  Despite her exhaustion, Bria could sense that he was removing his clothes and her heart rate soared. He got up momentarily, turned off the lights, and crawled back into bed. The night lights twinkled outside; just what they needed. That was when Bria realized that he’d taken off all his clothes. As he lay behind her and pulled her body to his, the oil drenching her skin caused them to slide against each other.

  “Mm, that feels nice,” she sighed, moving fractionally so that they could enjoy the amazing sensation of their two naked bodies gliding over each other. Every so often, Bria felt his hardness catching against her thighs or buttocks causing her body to jump with expectation.

  “I can’t take it any longer,” he groaned. “Come on, lay on your back. Open your legs.”

  Once she had quickly and willingly done as instructed, the mystery man kneeled between her legs and allowed some of his weight to rest on Bria’s. They both groaned at the unexpected sensuality and as he dropped his head to tenderly kiss her, he began to glide his body against hers. Positioning himself carefully, he slid his penis directly over Bria’s clit. Her hips bucked as she cried out in unexpected delight.

  Suddenly she stopped and instructed him to kiss her again down there. He obliged without any protest.. He slid down against the sheets and she lifted herself to his mouth. He groaned against her skin, wondering if she was going to come right there. He used his hands to explore her body, his thumbs pressing against her armpits and his tongue delving underneath each breast, pushing at the undersides, dancing across her skin, pressing against each nipple. It was almost too good. Bria dropped her head down to look at him, probably catching glimpses of her eyelashes as he moved his face against her skin. The rest was still blurry.

  “You're beautiful,” he whispered before pausing and holding his breath. Bria moaned as he took her nipple in his lips, pressing them together over it, releasing then pressing them again, trapping her in a hot vice.

  “Oh God, what are you doing?” she asked, confused, almost.

  He paused again, then she pushed herself against his mouth, wanting more. He repeated the sweet torture, this time his lips a little more tense, and she realised he was smiling. She was laughing with it, too, her breathing catching in her throat. Then he switched to the other breast. Bria arched her back, trying to get closer to him, but, the way he was sitting on the bed, her crotch was too far back. It was frustrating the hell out of her and he was enjoying watching her suffer. She leaned in; he loosened his grip under her arms and, with a firmer bite of her nipple that elicited another loud gasp from her, he released her.

  “You’re clearly the beautiful one here,” she said, brushing her hand over his package, looking intensely into his eyes, feeling him twitch and bump against her hands.

  She teased him a little, brushing her fingertips over and around him, drawing them down his inner thighs and then back again. His eyelashes flickered, his hips lifted up every so often.

  “I wonder what you taste like.” He jumped at her first touch, apparently unaware she’d knelt down in between his legs. Bria felt braver than ever. She held him firmly in one hand, pressed her mouth to the head again, dragging her lips around him, then opening them to take him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around him, listening to him breathing and groaning.

  “I'm not going to last very long if you keep doing that,” he warned her.

  She hummed, pulling him deeper into her mouth, wanting him, stroking his abs with one hand and feeling him tensing up beneath her touch, sliding her other hand up and around his base. It was like she was making love to him with her mouth and tongue; meanwhile his hands were tight in her golden hair.

  “Bria,” he said urgently. It was weird how he remembered her name, but she didn’t seem to remember his.

  She hummed again, staying with him as his hips rose, taking it as he came in her mouth.

  He really wasn't joking; he came quietly, a series of low, deep, breathy sighs.

  She was still swallowing as he lifted her up, his hands on her ribcage, pulling at her to stand up, hugging her close to his heaving chest. He held her tightly, his arms pressed around her waist, keeping her close, calming himself. He twisted his head and urged her up to his mouth, shoving his tongue inside, filling her, his hands hot and busy over her backside. Eventually, he released his mouth and tapped at her waist.

  His arm then slid around her waist from behind and he pressed her back against his growing erection, his other arm sweeping her hair to one side as he dragged his open mouth back and forth across her neck, his stubble rasping against her skin. It was enticing. She could feel all her senses pique, enjoying every moment of it, and she dropped her head to give him more to play with. Heat raced over her body as she felt his hand stroking its way over her breast, pausing just long enough to tilt his palm beneath it, cradling it, then feathering over her ribs, which was ticklish and made her suck her breath in.

  Then he caught her by surprise, flattening his hand across her belly and pushing her more firmly back to him, lifting and rubbing her butt against his hardness. He was making her giggle again with the way he was pressing and wriggling his penis against her. But as his hand dove down between her thighs, his fingers halted the giggling altogether.

  She felt wonderful. Soft and war
m and very wet. There was so much he wanted to do with this woman he was finding it difficult to focus.

  Then, without warning, she ordered him to lean back against the headboard. She rotated herself over him to lubricate him as much as she could, then she bent just enough to kiss him on the lips. His response was passionate, consuming, open-mouthed, fucking her with his tongue. Pure euphoria rode over him, down his spine, through his limbs until his fingers and toes curled.

  She raised her hips a little until she could pull him upright under her. She took a deep breath and drifted downwards onto him, but he was a bit too big to merely drift. His eyes widened as she pushed down with more intent, then rose up to release the pressure, rotated around him again, pushing down to take more of him. He released another quiet groan.

  He pressed a fingertip to her clit gently, but her hips bucked, causing him to thrust upwards into her, and they nearly bumped heads. Laughing but hissing too, she tried to adjust herself and relax. He helped by using both hands to rub generous circles around her hips and back and down to her ass. The feeling was immensely pleasurable; riding its high, her body responded to the sensation. He felt her relaxing and widening out around him.

  She pressed her hips downwards some more and in a glorious rush, she had taken all of him inside her; it was as though he’d pushed out all the air from her body and she fought to breathe for a couple of seconds, delighted at how much he filled her, exalted she’d been able to fit him in her once again. She dropped her head, heat racing through her, as they both sat still, staying in this moment with each other. She was just about used to the feel of him when he raised her chin in his hand and held his palm against the side of her face.

  His hips shifted beneath her, blowing any rational thought out of her mind.

  “God. Do that again!”

  He shifted again, and it was as good as the first time. She tightened over him a little as he did it again, then again. Her eyes drifted closed as he settled into a gentle, almost playful rhythm, his head back on the headboard, his hands resting on her ass. The sensations were delicious. She trembled and pulled on his hardness with her insides.