Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

I didn’t even need to maneuver him towards the bed; we just drifted towards it, like our bodies knew where they were supposed to go. He laid me down softly, tenderly, something I thought would be a problem for him with the way he was shaped. But even with all those muscles, he moved with such agility, such grace, it excited me. My mind instantly drew up images of what he could do to me, even though I knew I only needed to wait a few minutes for the imagination to become a reality.

He pushed my shirt up, and slowly slid it over my head, his lips immediately kissing my neck and tracing a line down to my chest. His hands held me by the waist, soft yet firm, as he kissed the skin above my breasts and slowly moved downwards. I felt a shudder hit me when his lips brushed against my nipples, and when he took one in his mouth, I softly moaned my approval.

He squeezed my other breast softly, pinching gently on the nipple while he sucked on the other. He nibbled, traced circles around it with his tongue, flicked at it, and with every new touch, bolts of electricity shot through me. He kissed his way back up and found my lips, his body pressing down on mine. I reveled in the sensation of our skin touching, of his warmth mixing with my own, making me want him even more.

Sitting up, he met my gaze and slowly pulled my shorts and panties off together, sliding them down my legs and tossing them off the side of the bed. He bent down, kissing my stomach, his lips forming a path to my sides and down to my hips, slowly moving to the inside of my thighs. My hands curled around the sheets in anticipation as I watched him. I could feel his breath across my clit, the light flick of his tongue against my pussy lips. My hips began to grind on their own, like my body was taking control of the situation, ignoring any instructions my brain might have to give.

But that wouldn’t have mattered anyway. My mind was numb, and all I could think about was how much I wanted, how badly I needed this very moment.

He looked up at me, gave me a wicked little smile, and buried his face between my legs. I almost lost it right then and there. The touch of his lips against my most sensitive area, the way his tongue hungrily buried itself between my pussy lips, licking in long strides up and down. He found my clit and sucked at it, gently at first, then more hungrily. I closed my legs against the sides of his head and curled my fingers in his hair, my hips bucking, grinding, moving against his face as his tongue explored me. He shifted, and I moaned in pleasure when I felt his fingers slide inside me.

My pussy instantly clenched down, tightening around his fingers as I felt him fill me up. He rolled them inside me, making sure he touched every part of me, making me squirm as he slid them in and out.

“Yes,” I moaned, grinding harder against his fingers and face. “Keep doing that.”

My toes curled, my legs closing tighter, and before I knew what hit me, I shook with an intense orgasm that rocked me to the core. My legs shuddered against him, my hands now clutching his hair and pushing his face against my pussy, wishing I could get him to move deeper inside. He pulled his fingers out of me and replaced them with his tongue, licking until I came again and again.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him now. I rolled out from under him, pushed him onto his back, and climbed on top of him. He was smiling, and I bit my lip seductively as I shifted my body until my pussy was grinding against him. Even though the pants were between us, I could feel how hard he was, how he pulsed under me as I moved against him. I rested my hands on his chest and leaned down, my breasts inches from his face. He grabbed both in his hands, squeezing gently, sucking on one nipple and then the other as I moved.

I pulled his pants down quickly, freeing his thick, veiny cock, and straddled him again, enjoying the control I had at the moment, the haziness in his eyes as he watched me. His eyes took me in with such desire, he made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth. No one had looked at me like that, not even Earl. There was always a hunger in his eyes, like he couldn’t wait to ram himself inside me and fuck until he was done. But not Chance. No, he was admiring me, tracing the lines of my body with his eyes, as if he were trying to catch this moment in his mind forever. And it only turned me on even more.

I continued to grind against his cock, feeling myself getting wetter, wondering if all the orgasms in the world would be enough to satisfy me now. He felt incredible nestled in my warmth, and the way his hands were everywhere at once only added to the sensations that rushed through me.

I shifted, adjusting myself above him, and sliding him inside me slowly. He closed his eyes as my pussy suctioned around him, and a shiver raced down my spine. Seeing the pleasure on his face was priceless. I moved against him, slowly sliding him out and then in again, with every grind pushing him deeper inside me. I clenched my muscles as I moved, tightening and relaxing, knowing I was driving him crazy by how much stronger his grip on my hips became.

I picked up the pace, riding him hard, feeling him fill me up. Soon he was bucking his hips against me, meeting my every move. His cock was big and thick and long, much bigger than Earl’s. His thrusts hit parts of me that I didn’t know could be reached, and I was experiencing a whole new level of pleasure. My moans that had started out soft were now echoing across my bedroom, and with his hands on my ass, I rode him even harder. He reached down between my legs, and with his thumb began rubbing m clit, driving me completely insane. Within seconds, I was shaking with an orgasm that left me so lightheaded, I felt like I could not take any more.

He turned me around on my back, holding my arms down

, pushing the entirety of himself inside me. He was so deep inside, I felt like I would explode, and for reasons I could not explain, I only wanted him to go deeper. It was like he was a perfect fit, like he was a part of me that I had been missing all my life, and now that he was here inside me, I didn’t want to ever let him go.

He moved with such grace, his hips rotating and thrusting, alternating between both as new waves of pleasure washed over me. He pulsed inside me, and if I didn’t know better, I would have sworn he was growing bigger with every thrust. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I pulled his face down to my breasts, begging him to kiss me, to suck on my nipples until they were sore.

His cock felt incredible inside me, and with every thrust, every movement, I begged for more. He moved faster, harder, deeper, my moans became screams of pleasure, and all I could think about was how I wanted more of him; more of this. I came twice, each orgasm hitting me hard, and he never stopped. It drove me crazy, sent me into a sexual frenzy I had never experienced before, one that I did not want to stop.

I felt his grip on me tighten, his muscles flexed, and I knew he was close to cumming. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist to prod him on with my heels. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, his body shuddering against mine, his groans vibrating against my neck. With a few more thrusts, he gave me what I wanted.

Chance shot his hot seed deep inside me, hard, his muscles flexing and his body freezing in my arms. He pushed that last time as deep as he could, and I let out a long and loud moan as he exploded. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and I clenched down, milking him and making his body shiver. When it was over, he lay on top of me, gasping and spent, his heartbeat like a hammer against my chest.

He didn’t roll off right away, and instead looked me in the eye and smiled lazily. I giggled, feeling my body relax underneath him. He bent down and kissed me. And it was the gentlest thing in the world. In that precise moment, I felt like I could fall in love with a man like Chance; I felt like I could spend the rest of my life in his arms, safe, loved, cherished.

He rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms, and before my head could settle against his chest, I fell asleep.

Chapter 11: Chance

I woke up to the warm rays of sunlight on my naked body and the sweet smell of fresh air. I had a smile on my face, and when I stretched, my groans were met by those of the bedsprings as I lazily waited to be brought back to the land of the living. The open window brought a cool breeze into the room, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I didn’t wake up coughing to the suffocating smell of lingering cigarette smoke or with a bourbon-infused headache.

Ashlyn lay next to me, one arm flung over my chest, her face buried in my shoulder. Her blonde locks gently wrapped her face the way the blanket wrapped her body, and her eyes shifted underneath closed lids as she dreamed. She was breathing softly, her body barely moving, and only when I shifted did she mumble something incomprehensible and hug me tighter.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and if it weren’t for my rumbling stomach, I wouldn’t have wanted to leave the bed at all.

Images of last night replayed in my head, and I couldn’t believe how much I had enjoyed the sex. For once, it had not been all about fucking. It had been passionate, sensual, a mix of touches and emotions that was new and foreign to me. Yet, it had felt right. I never thought that I could feel this way about anyone, but with Ashlyn, all of that seemed to fall into perfect place.

I gently kissed her forehead, and slowly slipped out from under her arm and the comfort of the covers. I stretched, my body letting out joyous clicks and cracks, and I had to admit that I felt incredible. Like a new born man. As if nothing in the world mattered anymore. There was no company waiting for me back in Austin. There were no women running after my money. There were no late-night parties I was expected to attend. No one wanted anything from me; the world had forgotten I existed.

And it felt fucking great.

I washed my face, took a quick shower, and made my way downstairs. I found my pants, pulled them on, and hummed as I strode into the kitchen. It took me a while to find out where she kept everything, but within ten minutes I had the stove ablaze and breakfast in the making.