“Has anyone else ever challenged you?”
“No. Not like this.” Would he have liked it if they had? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was he liked it now. “How do you do this? You’re so damn easy-going, and then you—”
“Aren’t?”
Darren nodded.
“It’s a game. I like games, especially ones where I bring arrogant men to their knees.”
Dear God. Darren wasn’t sure he was going to survive this night. “Are you sure you’re real?”
Darren yelped when Chance pinched his side. “What the hell?”
“See? You’re not dreaming; I’m perfectly real. But here in this amazing house, with you on this enormous bed, I don’t feel like the rest of the world is.”
That was exactly what Darren had thought when they were still at the auction. “Me either. Is that okay?”
Chance seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Yes, I like it like this, just you and me.”
“So do I.”
He straddled Darren then, pressing his thighs tight against Darren’s hips.
He took one of Darren’s hands and lifted it to his mouth. One at a time, he sucked each of Darren’s fingers. He might as well have been sucking his cock; by the time he flicked his tongue over Darren’s palm, sweat dripped down Darren’s face from the effort it took not to writhe under him.
“Was that real enough?”
“Fuck yes,” Darren said.
“Good. Now, like I said before, put your hands over your head.”
Darren did. Then he watched as Chance popped the cap on the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. “Watch me get ready for you.”
Chance pushed a finger into his own ass, and Darren’s mouth fell open, his gaze riveted to watching the digit slowly slide back out. “I had no idea how hot this could be.”
“Surely you’ve watched a guy finger himself before.”
“Not like this, not while I’m under him and…”
“When you’ve been told to watch and you know you wouldn’t dare look away.”
“Yes. Like that.” How the hell had Darren not known he liked being dominated like this?
Chance added a second finger and pushed in again, taking his time. He sank down until they were in as far as they would go and held himself there, leg muscles not even quivering. Damn, he must be strong. Finally he rose up and started moving faster, truly fucking himself.
“You like to have your ass filled?” Darren asked.
“Fuck yes I do. I love how it feels when a thick cock pushes in deep, hits my prostate, and lights me up. I love when I’m stretched so much, it burns.”
“And I love hearing you talk like that.”
“You don’t…mind it? I kind of…do it…without thinking.” Chance was panting so hard, he barely got the words out.
“Mind? Do you see how hard I am?” Some of Chance’s partners must have complained about how much he talked, but Darren loved hearing all the hot things going through his head. “Talk as much as you want. The whole time you’re fucking me if you like.”
Chance smiled. “Maybe I will, at least until I get so hot that I can’t form words anymore.” He started fucking himself faster. “When I get desperate to come, I stop talking. You’ll know you’ve really gotten to me.”
Darren now intended to do everything he could to make Chance lose the ability to talk. “Tell me what you like, how to do that to you.”
Chance groaned as he pulled his fingers from his ass. “Let me fuck myself on your cock just like I did on my fingers. I want your cock to fill me up, and you to do exactly what I say. No talking. No moving. Just let me pleasure myself.”
Darren wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold still once his cock was buried in Chance’s ass, but he said, “I’ll try.”
“I bet you’ll do just fine.” Chance picked up a condom packet and ripped it open.
When he gripped Darren’s dick so he could roll it down, Darren arched into his touch, unable to help himself.
Chance immediately let go.
“No,” Darren begged. “Please.”
“Stay still, then.”
This was crazy. Darren didn’t take orders from anyone. He liked control. At work and in bed. Didn’t he? And yet he held himself rigid when Chance touched him again, not even daring to breathe. He shuddered when Chance worked his shaft, spreading lube on him.
“Something wrong?” Chance’s smirk should’ve made him mad, but it just made him hornier.
“I can’t do this.”
“Can’t let me fuck myself on you?” Chance lifted himself off Darren.
“Don’t you dare get off this bed.”
Chance snorted. “Talk about topping from below.”
“I thought that was what you were doing.”
Chance laughed. “Isn’t it fun to mix things up?”
“I… Shit, I don’t know how to think anymore.”
“Then I’m doing something right.” He wrapped a hand around Darren’s cock and stroked him. Darren fought the urge to thrust up into his grip.
“You’re doing so good,” Chance said, his voice a low purr. “I wonder if you can stay still until you’re all the way inside me.”
Darren shook his head. “No way.”
“Aw, I thought you really wanted to fuck me.”
Darren moaned, the sound plaintive and desperate. “It’s too much.”
“No. It’s nowhere near enough.” Chance just laughed as he tightened his grip. Then he shifted his position so he could aim Darren’s cock right at his hole. He worked his hips, letting the tip of Darren’s cock brush his entrance.
Darren bucked his hips. “Fuck. I can’t. Can’t stay still.”
Chance rose up, and Darren wanted to grab his hips and pull him down until his cock was all the way inside Chance.
“Tell me what you want,” Chance said, his voice low and seductive.
“I… I can’t.”
“Not what you think I want to hear; what you really want.”
“I want to roll you over and drive into your ass. I want to fuck you hard and rough, make you see how damn difficult it is to stay still when someone is tormenting you.”
Chance smiled. “You think it’s easy for me to hold back? You think I’m not dying to have you inside me? I want you to fill me up and make me lose my fucking mind.”
“You’re not making this easier.”
“Does this?” Chance gripped him again and sank down, letting Darren penetrate him just enough to feel his inner heat and the tight squeeze of those muscles that wanted to keep him out.
“Fuck no.”
Chance rose back up, and Darren’s cock slid from his ass. “That’s too bad.”
“Yes, I mean yes. Do that again.”
Laughing, Chance did, and this time he sank a little lower.
Darren’s entire body tensed with the effort to stay still. “I want to grab your hips and hold you while I thrust into you.”
“Of course you do. The game wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t.”
“Dammit, Chance. Fuck me.”
“But you’re fucking me. That was our deal.”
“No, I’m goddamn not because you won’t let me.”
Chance lowered himself a little more. “I will eventually.”
“Chance, I can’t—”
“Mmm. I love the way you stretch me.” He took Darren deeper. “I need more…”
Darren made a noise far too close to a whimper.
“Mmm, I love how needy you sound.”
“Bastard.”
Chance sank down more. This time his legs did start to shake from the strain.
“Tell me how it feels to have your cock inside me.”
“No. Not until you take all of it.”
Chance held Darren’s gaze as he finally lowered himself all the way down.
Darren gave him what he wanted. “Your ass is so hot, so tight. It almost hurts squeezing my dick.”
He reached for Chance’s hi
ps, but Chance swatted his hands away. “Not yet.”
Chance rose. Slowly. Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together. He was torturing them both. Then he slid back down. He did it again, slightly faster.
“Chance?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re not talking.”
“I…”
“Let me take over.”
“Okay.”
Darren took hold of his hips and drove up into him, thrusting as hard as he could in this position.
“Yes!” Chance cried. “More.”
He kept going, and then Chance was moving too, sliding down to meet his strokes. He was flushed, biting his lip, his eyes shut tight, and his nose wrinkled like he was concentrating, like it was incredibly important to wring all the pleasure from this that he could.
“I’m going to give you everything I’ve got,” Darren promised.
“Please.” That sound was desperate, so different from Chance’s controlled teasing.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes…I… Please!”
Darren took hold of Chance’s cock and worked him. “Come for me. I want to see you. I want to feel it when your ass squeezes me.”
“Fuck!” Chance slammed against Darren’s hips, and a jet of come shot across Darren’s chest. When his release finally ebbed, he dropped his head back and laughed, the sound pure joy. When he looked down at Darren again, his sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead and he had a blissed-out expression on his face. He’d never looked better.
“It’s your turn,” he said, sounding much too energetic after being so thoroughly fucked.
Darren lifted him off his cock. “On your back.”
Chance rolled over obediently, and Darren stripped off the condom. He didn’t want to think too hard about why he’d rather come on Chance than inside him, but it was what he needed.
Chance watched wide-eyed as Darren worked his cock. He was close. So close.
“Yes!” Chance shouted. “God, yes! Come all over me.”
Chance’s words sent heat racing through him. His balls drew up, and his spunk spattered Chance’s torso again and again. Then he collapsed onto the bed next to Chance.
“Is the room spinning, or is it me?”
Chance laughed, but the sound was weak. “I wore you out.”
“Yes, you did.”
Chance ran a finger through the come on his chest and then licked it off. If Darren had been any less exhausted, the sight would’ve gotten him hard again.
“Are you one of those guys who has to shower right after sex, or can you handle being messy?” Chance asked.
“I usually shower, but tonight messy is good.” Tonight nothing was as it should be, as it normally would be. Darren should hate that, but he was loving it so much.
“Perfect.” Chance rolled over and snuggled up beside him.
“Do you want to stay the night?” Darren asked.
Chance tilted his head to look up at him. Whatever he saw on Darren’s face must have pleased him because he smiled and nodded. “Yes, definitely.”
Darren pulled him close, kissed the top of his head, and then closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before they both drifted to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
When Chance woke the next morning, he stretched, opened his eyes, and… Whoa. He was staring out at the ocean. Sun glinted on the waves, bright and sparkling. He smiled and sank back onto the bed to enjoy it. Wait. Where was he?
Images of the night before slowly came back to his sleep-addled brain. Darren. He was at Darren’s amazing house.
A reverberating clatter made him jump. It was followed by a vicious curse.
Darren wasn’t in the bed, and he didn’t appear to be anywhere in the room.
Another clatter. It sounded like a pan rattling. Was Darren cooking?
Maybe he should investigate. Or maybe he should shower first. He did not smell good. He grinned as he remembered falling asleep cuddled with Darren, sticky from sex, though now he regretted not getting up to at least brush his teeth.
The sumptuous pile of the carpet felt amazing under his feet as he crossed the room. What would it be like to live in this kind of luxury? Darren had laid out a toothbrush, a washcloth, and a huge fluffy towel on the bathroom counter.
Chance tried not to linger too long in the shower, but that wasn’t easy since the enormous stall had jets coming from all sides. The pulsing heat felt like a massage. Eventually, Chance forced himself to turn off the water and step out. He dressed in the sweats and T-shirt he’d borrowed from Darren, though a look in the mirror reminded him that they were obscenely tight. Fresh and clean, and his teeth no longer fuzzy, he headed downstairs to see what Darren was up to.
He was fine until he reached the bottom of the stairs. Then his heart started to pound. What was going to happen now? What did he want to happen? He wanted to see Darren again, but then what? Things had gone so well last night, though, and Darren had said he didn’t want this to be a one-night stand; he’d even been the one to ask. Would he feel the same this morning?
For just a second, Chance considered running back upstairs, grabbing his suit, and… What? Standing at the curb until a Lyft came to get him? Walking the miles back to campus in a wrinkled suit or Darren’s stolen sweats?
Remember how it felt when Darren didn’t call? You don’t want to do the same thing to him.
He didn’t, so he took a deep breath and kept walking toward the kitchen.
Darren was at the stove, and Roger was sitting on his haunches nearby, watching his progress intently.
The dog spotted Chance before Darren did. He looked back and forth from Chance to the bacon sizzling on the stove as if deciding whether to choose guaranteed attention or a chance at bacon. Ultimately, Roger stayed where he was, so he must have decided on bacon, as anyone should.
“Good morning?” Chance’s uncertainty made it sound like a question. Maybe Darren wouldn’t notice.
Darren turned, his gaze drifting down Chance’s body. “Good morning. I think you should keep those. I could really get used to seeing you in them.”
Instead of posing or responding with an appropriately flirty comment, Chance blurted out, “You’d still like to see me again?”
Darren smiled. “I would.”
But if they kept seeing each other, it wouldn’t be like it was on the plane, like it had been last night. It would become real. “What will it be like if we let the real world in?”
“Do we have to do that?”
Chance frowned. “Are you saying you want to keep this a secret?”
“Not because I’m embarrassed about it or want to make it sordid or anything.”
“But…”
“I like having you all to myself, having this be its own special thing between us, and…” He sighed. “I don’t want to have to explain…”
“That you’re dating a kid who flies first class in his pajamas?”
Darren shook his head. “A gorgeous, intelligent, inspiring man who flies first class in his pajamas.”
But that wasn’t what the world would see. He didn’t really want to change things either. Telling someone else might break the spell that seemed to surround them. But could a healthy relationship be based on a spell? “We’ll eventually have to break out of our cocoon.”
Darren nodded. “I know, but right now it’s just us”—he looked down—“and Roger, and I have bacon and all the ingredients for a veggie omelet.”
“Thank you for cooking for me.” Chance was going to enjoy this while he could.
“You’re welcome. There’s coffee too.” Darren gestured with his spatula toward the pot. “The mugs are in the cabinet right above the pot, and there’s sugar on the counter and cream in the fridge. I would pour for you, but…”
The bacon was popping and sizzling wildly, and Roger didn’t look like he had any intention of letting Darren move until he was fed. “You’re already cooking for me. I can pour my own coffee.”
A
few moments later Chance was staring out at the ocean and sipping the strong coffee he’d made creamy and sweet. Roger, having finally gotten a piece of bacon out of Darren, was sitting at Chance’s feet, accepting his due of ear scratches.
“Chance?”
“Yeah?” He looked over his shoulder at Darren.
“You’re not talking.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“I don’t think you’re about to come, unless you’re up to a lot more over there than I thought.”
Chance nearly choked on his coffee as he remembered what he’d told Darren earlier. “Um…no. Nothing going on here.”
“Then what’s made you go all silent? Is it just a morning thing?”
“No. Yes. I am generally quieter in the mornings. I haven’t managed to break the habit of waking up early like I did on the ranch, so I’m used to having to creep around so I don’t wake Joon up. Even back home, the early morning work was usually done without much chatter. It’s a good time for contemplation.”
Darren was smiling at him.
“What?”
“I feel better now. You didn’t just say yes or no.”
Chance felt heat in his cheeks. “I guess I don’t really ever—”
“I like how you talk a lot, remember? I was worried you were contemplating how to make a fast getaway.”
Chance swallowed hard because he had considered that, no matter how briefly. Being here felt stranger now in the light of day, with people on the beach below and cars whizzing by on the streets. The world was out there; they weren’t really set apart from it.
“I did consider running away.” The words spilled from him unbidden. He really couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“But you stayed.”
“I don’t have a car, and I don’t have any clothes besides a sad-looking suit, so…”
“I’ll take you home right now if you want me to.” Hurt flashed in Darren’s eyes, and Chance realized how bad that had sounded, like he thought Darren had trapped him there.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… That’s not what I want.”
“Then let me feed you breakfast.” Darren looked only slightly less concerned.
“I’d like that. My mom always makes a big breakfast for everyone at the ranch, but here I rarely eat much first thing.”
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