Chance Encounters

by Jessica Prince

  But he wasn’t having any of it. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, Melany,” he said, as he pried my hands from my face. “You can tell me anything.”

  I scowled up at his handsome face as he hovered over me. “You’re wrong, Chance. This is completely humiliating.”

  “How many?” he repeated.

  I knew trying to change the subject was pointless; he could be insufferable when he wanted something, so I blew out a breath in frustration and answered quietly. “Two.”

  “And did either of them get you off?”

  I squirmed against the cushions, my body still twisted up with a mixture of arousal from his touch and discomfort at our conversation. “No,” I breathed.

  He regarded me silently for several painfully intense seconds. Then he asked a question I hadn’t been expecting. “Do you trust me?”

  That was a no brainer, so I answered without even thinking. “Of course I do.”

  Without another word, Chance lifted up on his arms and slid against me, the weight of his body forcing my legs to spread to accommodate his hips.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” I stammered, eyes wide at the feel of him pressed against my most intimate area.

  “You deserve to know what it feels like to have a man get you off,” he answered.

  “I don’t… I can’t… I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” my mouth spoke even though my body was yelling at it to shut the hell up.

  “Consider this the next phase of the plan. We’re friends. We trust each other. Let me do this for you.”

  My heart gave a little pang of pain. I knew he had no clue how I was really starting to feel about him, and I knew admitting to it would only ruin what we had, but I couldn’t help feeling disappointed at the mention of that stupid, stupid plan.

  He must have seen my warring emotions on my face and misinterpreted them, because he leaned in, his lips a whisper against mine as he said, “Nothing will change between us, I promise you. It won’t be awkward or weird. Just…” His eyes closed tightly, his forehead falling to rest against mine. “Just let me do this for you, please. Let me… touch you.”

  I didn’t fully understand it, but in that moment, I knew that this was just as important to him as it was to me. And discovering that made the last of my defenses crumble to the ground. There was no way I could deny him what he was asking for. I wanted it just as badly as he did.

  “Okay,” I whispered. I trusted him with everything, every part of me. If he promised this wouldn’t change us, then I believed him. Deep down in my gut, I knew that Chance would never do anything to hurt me. He might not feel for me the way I did him, but I’d rather have him in my life as my friend than not have him in it at all.

  Relief clouded his expression as his hips thrust forward. The feel of his erection dragging against my clit yanked a gasp from my lungs that quickly turned into a guttural moan.

  “That’s it, honey,” he murmured as he continued to move against me.

  Bolts of electricity shot from my core throughout my entire body as his dick continued to slide against me, setting my blood on fire. “Oh God,” I whimpered as I fisted the soft material of the couch cushion. My eyelids dropped to half-mast as my breathing accelerated. Sparks of pleasure burst in my body with his every thrust. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel as my hips began to move against his thick, hard length. I wanted more. I needed more.

  “Chance. Oh, God. Chance,” I gasped and moaned.

  “Touch me, Melany,” he panted against my lips. Unable to deny him, my hands quickly moved to the warm skin on his bare back. The pleasure was so intense, so acute, that my nails dug into his flesh, raking down his back. I grabbed hold of his firm ass as he continued to rock, forcing him harder, faster. “Oh Christ,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. Then his pace picked up. “Fuck, Melany. Fuck.”

  “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.” My head fell back, eyes closed. My back arched off the couch as I met his driving hips with my own. “I’ve never… it’s never… God, Chance. It’s never felt like this.”

  Who knew that dry humping like horny teenagers could feel so… delicious? If this was what it was like with our clothes on, I was almost scared to think of how it would feel if he was inside me.

  “I’m close,” I breathed, my eyes flying open wide as something deep in my belly began to coil tighter and tighter. It was so intense it actually frightened me as it built stronger. “I can’t… I don’t…”

  “Give it to me, honey,” he demanded, his face positively savage as he moved harder. “I want to hear it. Tell me how good it feels.”

  At that very moment, that thing inside me snapped and every muscle in my body locked up. My mouth dropped open as I spiraled into oblivion crying out, “Chance. Fuck. Chance!” He continued rolling his hips, rocking against my sensitive clit as the waves slowly began to dissipate.

  By the time the last tremor left me, I was a boneless, gasping mess. “Shit, honey,” he hissed, pulling me back to reality. I opened my eyes as far as my heavy lids would allow to find him staring down at me in wonder. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you come? Fucking beautiful.”

  The lazy smile on my face disappeared when I felt he was still hard as steel against me. “You didn’t—”

  “This wasn’t about me,” he cut in gently, brushing my bangs back. “This was for you. I wanted to do that for you.”

  My brows furrowed. He was being so thoughtful, so sweet. “But…” I paused to get my words straight. I didn’t want to stutter with what I was about to say next. “I want…”

  “What do you want, honey?” God! So sweet!

  “I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”

  He rested his forehead against mine as his chest expanded with a deep inhale. “Are you sure?”

  I stopped to consider his question. Was I really sure? There was only one way to know. “You promise this won’t be weird? I don’t want to lose you.”

  “I swear on my life,” he answered reverently, “you’ll never lose me.”

  That was all I needed to hear. “Then I’m sure.”

  Apparently, that was all he needed. I let out a startled yelp as he knifed up from the couch, taking me with him. “Where are we going?”

  “To the bedroom,” he growled. “I need room to move if I’m going to do everything I want to you.”

  I wrapped myself around him as he carried me like I weighed next to nothing, the only thought in my mind being…

  Yes please.

  Chapter 19

  Chance

  I WAS GOING to Hell. No doubt about that.

  I’d just manipulated Melany into having sex with me by convincing her it was all part of our “plan.” But I’d witnessed her face washed with desire as I gave her something no man ever had before, as I made her come, crying my name at the top of her lungs.

  I’d finally gotten a small taste of what I’d been craving for weeks, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going for more. I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty as I carried her into my bedroom and dropped her on the bed. I’d already made the decision that I was going to fight for this woman, that I wasn’t going to lose this time. And I’d do every goddamned thing within my power to win.

  Including using her body’s desire for me against her.

  I was going to burrow myself so deep beneath her skin that she couldn’t live without me. So help me God.

  I’d ask for forgiveness later, once I had her so wrapped up in me she couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

  Seeing Melany’s dark hair fanned out across my pillows was a goddamned dream come true. My dick pulsed behind my pants with the need to get to her. Leaning forward, I grabbed hold of the hem of her tank top and whipped it over her head, desperate to see all those curves in their full glory.

  “Wait!” Her arms automatically came up to cover her naked breasts. “Can you… can you turn the light off?”

  “No fucking way,�
�� I growled, as I wrenched her arms away from her body. Using my knees to spread her legs wider, I slowly crawled my way up. “I’ve been dying to see you like this for weeks. The lights stay on.”

  I watching in amazement as that blush I loved so much spread across her skin… everywhere. Christ, she was beautiful. I couldn’t wait any longer. My head dipped and I pulled one of those tight, rosy nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard peak. Melany’s head fell back on a moan as her body began to writhe beneath me while breathing my name.

  There were so many things I wanted to do to her, to show her, to give her. But if I wasn’t inside her in the next few seconds, it was a serious possibility that I might die.

  Reaching across the bed to the nightstand, I quickly pulled the drawer open and retrieved a condom. I left her warm, soft body just long enough to divest both of us of our remaining clothes. She let out a little gasp at the sight of me and an uncontrollable smile spread across my lips. Using my teeth, I ripped the condom open, then rested back on my haunches to slide it over my throbbing cock. I dropped back down and lined myself up, ready to plunge deep, but there was something I wanted to do first, something I hadn’t done yet.

  Framing her head with my hands, I lowered my head to taste her tempting lips, only to have her shift deeper into the pillows.

  “Should we… is that…?”

  I pulled back just enough to look into her dark eyes. “What?”

  Her teeth bit down on that plump bottom lip. “I don’t know if we should kiss,” she whispered, her voice full of uncertainty.

  I scowled. “Why the hell not?”

  “Don’t you think it’s too… intimate?”

  Was she fucking kidding me? I felt my face go hard. “My cock is so close to your pussy I can feel how hot you are, and you think kissing would be too intimate?”

  “I just…” She closed her eyes for a second and breathed through her nose. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Chance. This is all… new to me. I’m scared that we won’t be… us… after this.”

  “Hey,” I cooed gently. “Sweetheart, don’t worry. I already promised you, you’re not going to lose me in any way.” The next words I spoke burned my throat as they came up, leaving a bitter pain in their wake. “Consider this practice.” Yep, I was most definitely going to Hell.

  “Practice,” she repeated hesitantly.

  I’d reached the point where I was so gone for her, so desperate, that I would have said or done anything to keep her. And that was exactly what I did. “Yes. Use me for what you need, honey. I want you to.”

  Her features crumpled with concern as she asked, “Are you sure? I don’t like the thought of using you, Chance. You’re important to me.”

  Fuck, she was killing me. If only she knew just how goddamned important she was to me, too. But the time for talk was over. I needed to feel her wrapped around me. I’d deal with the repercussions of my actions later… if or when they came. I pushed forward half an inch, just enough for the head of my cock to slip into her wet heat. Christ, I wasn’t even fully inside her and it was magnificent.

  My voice grew stronger as I insisted. “I’m sure, baby. Trust me.” I pushed forward another inch, and Melany’s eyes went wide while she pulled in a stuttered gasp. “But I’m going to kiss you. There’s no use fighting me about that.”

  With her lips parted in awe, she nodded her head. That was all the permission I needed. At the same time I lowered my mouth to hers, I plunged inside her as far as I could go before meeting resistance.

  I groaned and she whimpered against my tongue as I pulled out a few inches, moving slower as I pushed in this time, letting her body adjust to my size. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”

  I had to stop and get control of myself. I hadn’t come prematurely since I was a teenager, but the feel of Melany’s pussy squeezing me was about to make me lose it. There was no other way to describe it, being inside her felt like pure Heaven.

  “Oh God, Chance,” she whimpered desperately from beneath me. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me with a look of agony mingled with pleasure on her face. “Move. Please move.”

  Her hips began to circle, her body craving more of what I was giving her, and that set me off. I pulled back, held my breath, and thrust to the very hilt, both of us crying out in ecstasy. My brain short-circuited, and my body took over. It was positively primal.

  Each time I drove into her, her walls clamped tighter, almost as if her body was trying to hold me inside, not wanting to let go. “Yes, yes,” she chanted, her head tossing from side to side on the pillows. It was the most beautifully erotic sight I’d ever seen. I’d never observed anything as amazing as watching Melany in the throes of passion. “This is… I can’t… God, I’m going to come again.”

  The breathy little sounds she made as I fucked her harder drove me wild. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. I slammed my mouth against hers again, my tongue thrusting between her plump lips in time with my cock. “Give it to me,” I growled against her mouth. “I want to feel you come with me inside you.”

  “Chance,” she breathed, her nails digging into my back as she kissed me with complete and total abandon. I could feel her getting closer, but I needed to get her there now. No way I was coming before her.

  Fisting her hair in one hand, I slid the other between our bodies until I hit my target. I pulled back just enough to watch her face as I continued to toy her clit with my fingers while I fucked her. Melany’s mouth went slack, her eyes got wide, and her pussy clamped down like a goddamned vise at the same time every muscle in her body locked up.

  Then she came, hard, crying out my name mixed intermittently with curse words. It was so breathtaking, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pounded into her three more times before burying myself deep and shouting my release into her neck while her pussy milked every goddamn drop I had to give.

  It was, without a doubt, the single best orgasm I’d ever had. I lost all muscle control in my arms and collapsed on top of her as shudders continued to wrack our bodies. Her arms and legs tensed around me, holding me impossibly closer, and I was hit with the sudden realization that I never wanted to move. I wanted to stay right here, in this bed, with Melany wrapped firmly around me for the rest of my life. To hell with food or water. As long as I had her with me, I’d be happy.

  But reality came crashing back in when I heard her gasping for air and realized I was more than likely crushing her.

  Pushing up and resting on my forearms, I looked down at her satisfied expression and smiled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to squish you.”

  “Totally worth it,” she said, giggling, her arms and legs still like steel bands around my body, holding me to her. Her voice filled with wonder as she continued to whispered, “So that’s what it’s like…”

  My brows dipped in the middle, my head cocked to the side. “What what’s like?”

  “What good sex is like.”

  I leaned down and pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a little nip. “Sweetheart, that wasn’t good sex. That was fucking phenomenal sex.” A wicked grin took hold of my lips as her body gave a little shiver. “And that was just the beginning.”

  Her voice came out breathy as she asked, “Really?”

  “Oh yeah. There’s so much more I plan on showing you.”

  A nervous laugh bubbled up from her chest. “Well, they do say practice makes perfect, right?”

  I decided to ignore the reminder of what she thought our relationship was and chose to concentrate instead on where I planned on taking us. “Hell yeah, it does,” I answered with a growl, feeling my dick begin to harden once again. “And we’re going to be practicing… a lot.”

  Melany

  MY LIMBS FELT like they were made of Jell-O, there was a delicious ache between my legs, and I was so exhausted I felt like I could sleep for a solid week. Still, despite my body’s protests, I forced myself to sit up and climb from the warm comfort of Chance’s bed.
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  It was late, I had work the next day, and if I were being honest, I needed a little space to try and get my head on straight. I couldn’t let this morph into more than it was. I had to keep telling myself that, in spite of him giving me the kind of pleasure I hadn’t even known existed, he didn’t think of me that way. What had just happened between us wasn’t romantic. It was practice.

  God, I was starting to hate that word. I could just add it to the list of others, like friend and plan, that I’d started compiling over the past few weeks.

  I didn’t really have any reference material to go by, but I was pretty sure that people in these types of friends-with-benefits situations didn’t sleep cuddled up next to each other at night. Therefore, I needed to get to my own room, hopefully without waking Chance in the process.

  “Where are you going?”

  Damn. Foiled. And I was completely naked with nothing to cover me! It was different to stand naked in front of a guy than it was to be lying down. Lying down helped to mask your flaws.

  Ignoring the way his sleepy, sedate voice made me tingle, I quickly bent and snatched up my tank, trying to hold it over my bare breasts for some coverage as I shimmied, one handed, into my sleep shorts. Once those were on, I turned my back to him and slipped on my top.

  “Um… I, uh… I figured I should probably”—I threw my thumb over my shoulder as I fidgeted uncomfortably from foot too foot—“head to my own room, you know? To sleep?”

  Chance pushed up on his elbow and rested his head in his hand. The sheet over his body slid down to his waist, showing off all those impeccable muscles that covered his arms, chest, and stomach. Lord above, he was just too handsome for his own good! “Why don’t you just stay in here?”

  “Stay! Stay! Stay!” my body screamed as my head chastised, “Go to your room so your thoughts don’t get any more muddled than they already are.”