Face-to-face, I continue to strum my clit as he lines himself up with my dark hole. I am slippery and open now, so ready for him. When he starts, it’s easy but so tight. He’s filling me more than I have ever been filled before. It almost feels wrong, but I need it so much.
He’s patient, he’s gentle, but I want it so bad. I start rocking against him, pulling him into me as deep as he can go. He grinds his teeth together, concentrating, sweating with the effort to hold back, but I am an animal come alive. I wriggle underneath him, impaling myself on his cock, caging him with my legs, staring deep into his eyes.
Immediately I begin to come. Like I’ve never come before, everything explodes all at once. I feel myself squirt, trenching us both with my secret juices. He hilts himself in my ass, and when he comes I feel every surge, every spurt, every throb of his thick cock.
We slump back on the towel, soaked with our sweat. I am blinded with bliss, transported by a vision of wordless delight. It goes on and on, surging through me, then retreating, then returning with shudders again and again.
Chapter 18
Jack
“Hey, bro, how about a date?”
Chance glances up at me from behind his desk.
“Wow, we really are getting to the anything-goes freak show, aren’t we?”
“Very funny, you jackass,” I sigh, flopping onto his sofa and crossing my feet on the arm.
“Just go ahead and make yourself comfortable over there, Jack,” he sniffs.
He’s always cranky when he’s working. It’s my favorite time to annoy him.
“I mean like, the three of us,” I continue, staring up at the ceiling. It has a really neat texture, a plaster finish that is almost silky. It cost a fortune for the contractor to import and have some guy from Maryland install it or something.
“The three of us,” he repeats distractedly.
“Yeah, don’t you want a little break? We haven’t been out on the town in I don’t know how long. Aren’t you feeling a little stir-crazy?”
“Nope,” he answers.
“Okay, well, what about Chelsea?” I continue. “Don’t you think she deserves a little… I don’t know… romance? Dinner? Bottle of wine?”
I hear him snap his laptop closed.
“What are you talking about? That sounds like a date?”
“Jesus, Chance, I don’t think you listen to me at all! Of course it’s a date. I said it was a date when I first walked in here. A date. We should do that.”
“What, like the three of us? Should we all hold hands or something?”
“Sure, why not?” I counter boldly. “What is the point of being rich as fuck if you’re not going to do whatever the fuck you want?”
He sighs for a long time. I can imagine his facial expression in my head. I don’t even need to look up at him.
“Jack, be reasonable. We can’t just walk around in public. People will see us. People know us here.”
“People barely notice us here,” I counter, sure that I am right. “And besides, who gives a fuck what they think?”
“Well, maybe Matthew and Ned will care? Maybe not today… When they get to school? Stuff like that doesn’t just disappear you know. People love to talk.”
Well, he has got me there. If there is any risk to the boys, I am not gonna push too hard.
“Okay… How about we go out of town? We could take the jet to the Finger Lakes. St. Paul? St. Louis? St. Petersburg? We have our choice of many impressive Saints.”
He doesn’t say anything. That’s a good sign.
“We could even go to Vegas,” I offer, though Vegas isn’t really my favorite thing at all.