Chance

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “What the fuck do you care?” I asked as I took a shot. I was hanging out with some of the guys in the basement. Knight had turned it into a sort of man cave, complete with bar, pool table, darts, and a big screen tv. Not that he ever watched it.

  “I’m just saying, women talk and if you don’t hit that soon, she’s gonna start to wonder what’s wrong with you.”

  “If I don’t hit that? Since when do you say shit like that?”

  “Well, if I said, ‘Hey, Morgan’s got a fine ass. When are you gonna fuck her?’, I’m pretty sure you’d kick my ass.”

  “I may do that anyway,” I grumbled, irritated that I was even discussing this.

  “He’s right, man.” Gabe sat down next to me at the bar and drank his beer. “Believe me, you do not want all the women to start gossiping about you, unless it’s all good.”

  “Jesus, would you two shut the fuck up. Yes, I’ve fucked her again. Can we drop it now?”

  “How was it?” Jackson grinned, completely ignoring my request.

  “What the hell do you mean? It was sex and you’ve seen Morgan. How do you think it was?”

  Jackson quickly looked around and then leaned in close. “No, I mean, because you don’t exactly know what happened between her and Wes. Was she shy, scared, rowdy?”

  “Yeah, I get the point. It was…really good.”

  “Ouch,” Gabe grimaced. “Really good?”

  “Look, like you said, I don’t know exactly what happened to her. She told me she wasn’t raped, but I don’t know how she handled things emotionally, and I wasn’t about to pound her ass like I did the first time I met her. Things between us were always intense, but now? I can’t just pretend like none of that happened. I have to build up to that stuff.”

  “So, when you say really good, do you mean like, it was gentle and passionate or it was like her first time and you didn’t want to split her in two?”

  “Nice.” I rolled my eyes at his description. “It was more like the first. You know, there was a lot of kissing and touching. I made sure it felt really good for her. Nothing got out of control and I didn’t mount her like a fucking lion.”

  “You ate her pussy, didn’t you?” Gabe grinned.

  I took another shot. I had never had this type of conversation before with the guys, and I wasn’t sure why I was doing it now. “Of course I did. You don’t ask a woman to gobble the bacon and then refuse to drink from the furry cup.”

  “Yeah, but why take a drink if she’s not swallowing the bacon grease?” Jackson asked.

  “I gotta agree.” Gabe reached across the counter and pulled another beer from the cooler, popping the top on the edge. “I’m all for eating a glazed donut, especially Isa’s, but I want the same in return, not just the spunk bubbles.”

  I gave a chin lift to Chris and Ice as they paused and caught the tail end of Gabe’s graphic versions of eating pussy and sucking dick.

  “You two are so fucking stupid. It amazes me that you two are married. Just think of the close quarters down there. Your dick is rubbing up against your balls constantly. You’re blowing mud out the other end and then you expect her to get near that, but you don’t return the favor?” Chris and Ice nodded in agreement.

  “I do other things,” Gabe grinned. “You are so unimaginative, my friend. You should stop by sometime and I’ll show you a thing or two.”

  I was just about to take a shot, but set it back down. “Say what?”

  “Shit, not like I’ll demonstrate, but I’ll give you some pointers. You know, when the ladies aren’t around.”

  “Gabe…” I shook my head, not really sure what to say to him. “It just makes it worse if you say that the ladies aren’t around.”

  Ice cleared his throat, jerking his head at Gabe. “What kind of stuff are we talking?”

  “Things that will make you the master of all things in her eyes.”

  “Having problems in the bedroom?” Chris grinned, slapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. She didn’t marry you for your dick.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly why she married him. If it weren’t for his dick, they would have killed each other,” I said.

  “Look, stop by my room around four o’clock tomorrow afternoon. The ladies always have wine time, so we can go over a few things.”

  “This sounds like a great fucking plan,” Chris said. “While you’re at it, why don’t you invite Cazzo. Show him how you’re defiling his baby sister.”

  “He’s already had a live show. I don’t think we need to take it any further.”

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  Morgan

  It was wine time, but I couldn’t concentrate on what the girls were saying. All I could think about was last night with Chance. I had imagined what our first time back together would be like and it hadn’t gone quite how I imagined and had been more of the same since. Now, I couldn’t stop playing out how things could have gone if I had been more bold. I hadn’t had a problem when I was a stripper, so why was it so hard now?

  “Earth to Morgan.” Claire waved a hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention.

  “Huh?”

  “You’re spacing out, and I know that look. You were thinking about something dirty.”

  I played with the water ring forming on the base of my wine glass from the condensation. “Do you ever wish that you could be someone else in bed?”

  “Haven’t you heard about her fantasies?” Raegan asked. “They sound kinky as hell to me.”

  “Not so much fantasies, but…shit, I don’t know.”

  “Well, you’ve obviously slept with Chance before, so what’s the problem? Is it not satisfying?” Lucy asked.

  “It is,” I insisted, maybe a little too strongly. “We slept together again recently and a few times since.”

  “Oh, did he blow early?” Maggie cringed and patted my shoulder in commiseration. “It really sucks when that happens, but sometimes they just can’t help it. Just wait until they get older and it takes forever for them to come. I mean, I don’t want to make it seem like I don’t like sex with Sebastian, but sometimes he’s a little too controlled and it ends up making him last too long. You know, at some point, you just have to tap him on the shoulder and tell him to piss or get off the pot. When we were younger, it was all torn clothes and quick and fast. Now, it’s more hot, but lasts forever.”

  “I agree,” Lucy said. “No man should take longer than twenty minutes to fuck hard.”

  “See, that’s the problem. Before things were really intense, you know, dirty and hot and wild. And now it’s…sweet.”

  “Ooh.” The girls all leaned back, like they needed to escape the word.

  I nodded, cringing at what I was actually thinking. “Do you ever just want to be good and fucked? I mean like, down and dirty, hair pulling, ass fucking, pounding into the wall fucking.”

  I gazed off in the distance, biting my lip as I imagined being fucked like that again.

  “Derek took me in his office one time. The only thing that wasn’t destroyed by the time we were through was the couch.”

  I clinked glasses with Claire. That sounded like my kind of fucking. “Sweet is fine. But these men are so sexy and muscular. I just want Chance to lift me up against the wall with his huge biceps and thrust his cock into me so hard that I get a concussion from all the head banging.”

  “Chance seems like the dirty kind, so turn the tables on him,” Lucy grinned. “Walk up to him and tell him that you need his hard, throbbing cock fucking you hard, pounding into you until you feel like you’re splitting apart. And then when he’s done, you want him to flip you over and pound into your ass.”

  “Ooh! Yes!” Claire started bouncing up and down excitedly. “You should totally play the stripper again for him. Do some role play and see if he gets into it.”

  “Or start moaning really loud when he slaps your ass,” Lucy said. “Men can’t tell the difference anyway. Clench your pussy and scream and they think they’ve giv
en you the orgasm of your life.”

  “You do this often?” I asked her.

  “Only when I have other things to do. Hunter can be very demanding in the bedroom and I love that. It’s hot, but you know, sometimes there’s a really good movie on or-”

  “Or you’re reading a really good book and the hero is so much better than the man in your bed.” Claire smiled dreamily and propped her chin in her hand. “You know I love Derek and I think he’s amazing in all ways, but there’s always room for improvement.”

  “Claire, the way men are written in romance novels, no man could ever compete.”

  “That’s why it’s a fantasy.”

  “I say you just go up to him and tell him to fuck you hard,” Maggie said. “Men are like two year olds. You have to tell them exactly what you want when you want it. Sometimes, you even have to repeat yourself.”

  “The last thing I want to think about when telling Chance to fuck me is a two year old.”

  “Ooh, you could dress up like Sandy from Grease. Aren’t tight leather pants every man’s fantasy?” Kate asked.

  “And then break out in a musical number?” I laughed.

  “It could work!” Claire said excitedly. “Watch this.” She cleared her throat and stood up, bending into some kind of fighting stance. “Everybody was Cum Foo fighting. Those dicks were fast as lightning. It was a little bit frightening. They thrust with expert timing!”

  We all burst out in laughter at Claire’s shenanigans and I poured more wine. Lucy and Kate couldn’t have any, but the rest of us were free to indulge. “Nothing says sexy like a good cum foo dance.”

  “What?” Claire laughed. “It’s like doing a rain dance. When you need a good shot of cum, do the cum foo dance.”

  “You could lay down on the bed and use a vibrator in front of him,” Raegan suggested.

  “And where would I get that? I’m pretty sure the guys wouldn’t go out and get me one.”

  “Use a household item,” Lucy said.

  “I think a mixer would be painful,” I grimaced.

  “Use a plunger.” I looked at Lucy strangely. Surely I had heard her wrong. “What? It’s like a pussy pump.”

  “So, he walks in on her plunging herself?” Claire laughed.

  “Yeah, and then he can use the other end as a dildo. I bet you’ve never had one so long.”

  “Just really skinny,” I told Lucy.

  “And make sure you bleach it first,” Kate cut in. “And after.”

  “There are a lot of things you could use around the house to get freaky with Chance,” Raegan said thoughtfully. “Who needs to spend money on a paddle when you have a spatula in the kitchen?”

  “Excuse me, Mrs. Cartwright, I need a spatula for my husband to spank my pussy with.” I thought it over, nodding my head from side to side.

  “As long as it’s not for her daughter, she’d probably hand it over, no questions asked.”

  “You mean your mom still thinks you’re a virgin?” I chuckled because I had heard the story already of Jackson and Raegan’s first time. She was anything but an angel.

  “Not at all, but if I asked her, she’d ask me if I needed some instructions on how to use it.”

  “Eww,” Claire grimaced. “Please tell me she wouldn’t actually do that.”

  “She may look like Suzy Homemaker, but that woman has a kinky side that I didn’t know about until I moved in with Jackson.”

  “I don’t want to know. Between Aggie and Harry, I’ve seen enough geriatric sexcapades to last a lifetime.”

  “Ooh, did you see that Derek made a noose when he crocheted?” Claire asked.

  “Um, yeah. Are you suggesting breath play?”

  “No, have him make you a whip!”

  “Out of yarn?”

  “Okay, so maybe not a whip, but he could certainly make you some restraints.” Claire wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

  “Okay, so we need a plunger, a spatula, crocheted restraints,” Kate ticked off. “Anything else?”

  “Tongs for nipple clamps?” Maggie suggested.

  “Hey, ladies. I don’t mean to interrupt but…” We all burst into laughter when Jackson walked into the room wearing a frilly apron and was holding a spatula.

  “What?” Jackson looked down at himself and then back to us. “Mom isn’t feeling good, so I said I would help with dinner. I didn’t want to get bacon grease all over me.”

  We all laughed harder and Jackson growled at us.

  “You wouldn’t happen to have tongs on you, would you?” Raegan asked.

  “They’re in the kitchen. Why?”

  “We were just saying that we needed a spatula and tongs,” I said, trying to keep my face as serious as possible. He looked down at the spatula and then handed it over.

  “Just return it when you’re done.”

  “I don’t think you’re going to want me to.”

  Jackson turned beat red and ran out of the room while we all laughed some more.

  “While this could be useful, I don’t think I want Chance thinking of food every time we fuck.”

  My stomach was hurting so bad from laughing and my wine glass was getting low. I poured some more as Claire stood up again, mimicking what looked like a tennis match. “Yes, cook my bacon! Flip my eggs. Oh, God I need you to grill my steak!”

  “Claire.”

  We all spun around and snorted with laughter when Derek looked at us like we were psycho. “Is this a new fantasy that you have?”

  “Um…”

  Derek stalked over to her and pulled the spatula from her hands. He examined it for a moment and then circled her. She let out a yelp as he spanked her ass with the spatula.

  “Since when are you into cooking?”

  “Um…I’m not. I mean, I was just showing Morgan how she could-”

  Derek flicked the spatula against her lips, his eyes burning a hole into her that we could all feel.

  “I think you ladies are going to have to excuse my wife. I have to teach her to cook.”

  I drooled after Derek as he left the room with Claire. That was hot as fuck. No wonder she didn’t want kids. They would get in the way of all their fun.

  “See? Now that is what you need,” Lucy smirked. “Just take the paddle to Chance and tell him you need a good spanking.”

  “I’d rather it be with his hand than a spatula.” I sighed heavily and drank some more wine. If I wasn’t going to get fucked the way I wanted, I was at least going to get drunk. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me that I would rather have him fuck me hard than be sweet and make love to me?”

  The girls didn’t answer and suddenly, I felt very embarrassed. Maybe they did think something was wrong with me. “Oh, come on. Claire likes superhero and Gabe likes to watch. You can’t tell me that it’s weird that I’d rather be fucked until my ass is raw.”

  “Uh…maybe you should…” Kate spluttered, trying to find her words.

  “What?”

  Hands wrapped around my neck, calloused fingers sliding across my collarbone. I closed my eyes. Fuck, he had just heard me. His hand slid up and wrapped around my neck while the other hand slid down to grasp my breast. I should have been embarrassed that he was doing this in front of the girls, but they were watching in utter fascination.

  “Do you need to be fucked?” he whispered in my ear.

  I couldn’t answer. I was mortified. He nipped at my ear and then grasped my hips. Before I knew what was happening, he had me upside down and was flinging me over his shoulder. I got a head rush from the sudden movement, but we were already heading out of the room by the time I got my bearings.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking you to our room to give you a proper fucking. If you wanted it hard and fast, all you had to do was say so. I just didn’t want to push you.”

  He slapped my ass and I yelped.

  “I guess this means you don’t need the plunger,” one of the girls yelled from the other room.

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nbsp; CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Chance

  “Do I want to know what that was about?”

  “I really doubt it.”

  I flung her down on the bed and was on her before she could even sit up. Had I known this was what she wanted, I wouldn’t have held back. I was dying to take her the way I used to. My cock was already straining to get free. It was a good thing that she didn’t need foreplay, because I was not in the mood to screw around. I needed exactly what she was saying, hard and fast.

  “Chance-”

  I slapped my hand over her mouth and bent my head to her ear. “No talking. You wanted hard and fast and that’s what you’re going to get. We never talked during sex. Let’s not start now.”

  She didn’t say anything else. I yanked her clothes off her body, tossing them behind me in a hurry. After getting rid of my own clothes, I spread her legs and slammed home. She gasped and then gripped onto my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her nails dug into my skin and her legs wrapped around me, pulling me flush against her. My cock was throbbing with every thrust and her moans were making me crazy. I didn’t know how I was going to last if she kept making those sounds. I definitely couldn’t hold on like this. Not when I was staring down into her eyes.

  I rolled over, pulling her so that she straddled my hips. “Ride me, baby.”

  This was such a bad idea. She was bouncing on my dick so hard and her tits were jiggling in front of me. She let out a small scream when she came, clenching tight around me. I could tell she was holding back, not wanting an audience outside the room. My eyes rolled back in my head from the force of her pussy strangling me. When she eased up, I tossed her on the bed and took her from behind. Her little asshole was just staring at me, begging to be played with. I stuck my thumb in, barely giving her time to adjust before I was pumping in and out in time with me pounding my dick into her cunt. It only took a few more pumps and I was spilling my load inside her.

  “Goddamn, baby.”

  I was breathing so hard that it came out raspy. I collapsed on top of her, taking her down to the bed with me. I rolled off, breathing like I had just run a fucking marathon.