Taking Chances (The Chances and Choices Duology - Book 1 of 2 - Contemporary Romance)

by Omasta, Ann

  “Right now, I don’t want to.” I said crabbily, unwilling to forgive him so quickly for making such a hurtful and nasty comment.

  “It was a despicable thing to say, and it doesn’t reflect my true feelings at all. I’m so sorry I made such an offensive comment, and that I hurt you. What can I do to make it up to you? Beg your forgiveness? Yell from the rooftops about what an ass I am?”

  The last one made me smile a little, so he added, “You want public humiliation, huh? Okay, how about if I run through town naked, except for a sandwich board that reads ‘Sam is a jerk. Abby is amazing’?”

  “I like that, but I’d rather the sign said you are a ‘titball’. ‘Jerk’ is so passé.”

  “Titball it is then. Although I’m not sure what that means, I’m pretty sure it’s not good.” He turned serious. “Can you ever forgive me? I’m so sorry for saying that.”

  I wasn’t ready to let his outrageous comment go, but I knew that I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. “Promise me that you’ll never say anything like that about me ever again.”

  “I promise,” he said before giving me a deep, wet, toe-curling, mind-numbing kiss.

  “Sealed with a kiss on the lips.” He gave me a lopsided grin when the kiss finally ended.

  His careless words had hurt me, and I wasn’t ready to forgive and forget, but his sweet kiss had worked it’s magic on my body. I was beyond horny and ready to have my way with him. “I’m on top this time,” I informed him, wanting complete control of the situation.

  “As you wish, Ma’am.” Somehow he managed to whirl us around so that he was lying back on the couch with me straddling him. His hugely erect penis was still inside me, and I began to rock over him. We would have none of that ‘staying still’ business when I was in charge. I tilted my head back and enjoyed the sensation of him filling me.

  He used his hands to tease my taut nipples. I glanced down and saw that he was enjoying watching me ride him, so I decided to give him even more of a show. I slowly, deliberately, reached my hand down to rub a finger over my clitoris. His face registered shocked pleasure when I moaned and brazenly ran my tongue over my teeth.

  I spread my legs wide and leaned over him as I savored the thrilling sensation of easing his cock in and out of me. My tits were now dangling over him and he stretched up to take one in his mouth, suckling it tenderly.

  With his hands free, they made their way around to my rear. His mouth released my breast as his hands gripped my buttocks to pull me down over him harder, faster. I was still rubbing a finger over my clit, and I reached up with my free hand to grab one of my bobbing boobs. I rolled my puckered nipple between my finger and thumb and was delighted by his look of pure desire as he watched me pleasuring myself. I tossed my head back lost in ecstasy.

  One of his hands found it’s way to the crack at my rear. When he eased his finger down and over the opening, I clinched my buttocks and froze. “What are you…” I stammered. “I don’t think…” I started again. “I don’t…” I wasn’t sure how to finish.

  “Yes, you do,” he threw my earlier words back at me. When I shook my head, he continued, “It’s okay. Just relax.” As he said the words, he began gently circling his finger around the perimeter of me. My first instinct was to stop him, but it felt so fantastic that I was powerless to say the word.

  As I became lost in the glorious sensation, I began moving over him again. I rode him relentlessly until the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out as I came, my body clinching violently as wave after wave of pleasure vibrated through me. He let go when I did, pumping his seed deep into me with a loud moan.

  I collapsed on top of him, emotionally and physically spent. I fell asleep there, cradled in his strong embrace.

  Chapter 29

  When I woke, he was lightly rubbing his fingers over my back. It was barely daylight, and I had slept hard. I wasn’t certain if he had slept at all. I was still completely naked and sprawled on top of him, but he had somehow managed to toss the quilt over us without waking me.

  I shifted slightly and realized that he was still sheathed inside me, and he was rock hard again. I dropped kisses along his chest and shoulder before moving my body to slide his cock in and out of me a few times.

  He smiled, “You’re already wet.”

  “And you’re already hard,” I answered him. “Guess we make a pretty good team.”

  “The best.” He smiled as he rolled us on our sides, staying inside me and beginning to move slowly, sexily in and out. “This might be a record for how long two people have stayed hooked up.”

  “Let’s not call Guinness. I’m not sure if they have a record for fucking, but if they do, I don’t think I want to be known for that.” I answered him honestly.

  “Fucking, huh? Is that what this is? It felt like more to me.” He was still sliding in and out of me, and it felt glorious.

  Somehow I managed to keep my wits about me enough to answer him. “Screwing, banging, fooling around, bumping uglies, humping. Call it whatever you want. I still don’t want to be known for it.

  “Doing the nasty?” he asked. By now we were both chuckling.

  “If you like,” I responded, “but I prefer ‘doing the deed’.”

  He stopped moving inside me and turned serious. “Making love?” He seemed almost nervous asking me the question.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. This was treacherous terrain, and I didn’t want to scare him off by saying too much too soon, like I had with Seth. I finally went with a non-committal, “Some people call it that.”

  He refused to let me off that easily. “What do you call it?”

  “It depends on the situation,” I hedged. He didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, so I continued. “Lets just call it having sex. That’s what it was, and it is a simple, straightforward way to refer to it.”

  He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I want to make love with you, Abby.” He enunciated his point by easing gently in and out of me a few more times.

  His slow, fluid movements combined with his sweet, sexy words were almost too much for me to take. My vision had gone blurry. I was trying to keep a wall up between us to protect myself, and he was making it very difficult.

  He didn’t wait for me to answer. I gasped as he nipped at my earlobe with his teeth. He gently kissed his way along my jaw and up to my lips. He plied my lips with soft kisses. Then he explored my mouth with his tongue. Our tongues slid along each other in the same easy rhythm as his penis moved within me. I could feel a slow, deep fire of desire burning in my belly.

  “Kiss that Guiness record goodbye,” he joked as he pulled his hard penis out of me. I immediately felt the loss. That was soon forgotten, though, as he took his time kissing and licking and suckling his way down my naked body.

  He stopped to pay proper attention to each of my breasts. When he lightly rubbed the stubble on his cheek across my chest, it sent thrilling chills down my spine. He nuzzled me tenderly, which made it more of a surprise when his teeth tugged gently on my nipple. The thrilling sensation made my hips buck up off the couch.

  As if sensing my need for more, he began working his way further down my body. My back arched when he dipped his tongue into my belly button.

  He made his way further down and nuzzled his nose into my landing strip. I was achy with need, desperate for more. I greedily spread my legs and he carefully placed each one, so that they rested on his shoulders.

  It was daylight and I was completely exposed to him. Normally that would have made me self-conscious, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the anticipation of what was about to happen.

  His gorgeous green eyes gazed at me through shuddered lids before he turned his head to the side to kiss the inside of each of my thighs, then he blew cool air on my center. I was so wet, and I could feel the frantic need for more churning inside me. “Please,” I finally murmured, begging as I turned my head to the side and dug my heels into his back so I could raise my hips to him.


  He didn’t make me ask twice. He separated my folds and held me open with his thumbs as he worshiped me with his tongue. The orgasm raced through me as I rode the waves of ecstasy.

  When the convulsions stopped, my body relaxed. I felt giddy and relaxed. He moved up to lie beside me, and I stayed like that for a minute, recovering.

  Once my breathing began to return to normal, I realized that I wanted to bring that kind of intense bliss to his body. One quick glance told me that he was still hard. His fabulous cock was jutting out towards me. I wetted my lips, formulating a plan.

  Without any warning or preamble I lowered myself and took him into my mouth, all the way in. I was amazed that I was able to do it, and by the sound of his delighted gasp, so was he. I became frantic, sucking him hard, wanting to give him the kind of pleasure that he had just given me.

  My head bobbed up and down quickly as I worked my tongue and mouth over him. His hands clinched into tight balls as his hips began to move with my rhythm. His panting and groans spurred me on.

  “I’m getting ready to come.” He blurted out the warning in broken words. I didn’t care, and I didn’t stop. I continued sucking on him as he spilled his hot liquid into my mouth.

  I looked directly into his eyes and swallowed his seed. Then I deliberately licked my lips and smiled up at him. His pupils dilated and he sucked in a breath at my brazen move. His strong, positive reaction encouraged me to go on, so I used my tongue to lick him completely clean of the semen that had spurted out of my mouth. He watched my every move, completely engrossed.

  When I finished, he grinned down at me. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Ab. If it were physically possible for a man to come twice in a matter of seconds, I think I would have just done it.”

  “I’m glad you liked it,” I purred, pleased with myself, but realizing we needed to get back to reality. “Now, give me a ride to town before I’m late for work.”

  “I don’t usually let a woman boss me around like that, but after that blow job, you can have your way with me.”

  “I might just take you up on that later.” I responded as he rose to help me up. I tenderly tried putting weight on my twisted ankle and found that I was able to gingerly walk on it. “It’s amazing what good sex can heal.” I grinned over my shoulder at him as I limped to the bathroom.

  “Good sex?” He seemed offended. “Try flippin’ fantastic sex.”

  “Yeah, it was pretty flippin’ fantastic,” I agreed.

  Chapter 30

  I don’t know what kind of car I had envisioned Sam would drive, but the convertible, black Porsche 911 Carrera is not what I had expected. The car suited him, though. It was sleek, sporty and a little dangerous, much like its owner. He backed the car slowly out of the garage, and then he guided it masterfully down the narrow lane from his house.

  I was still wearing his black sweats, and I intended to keep them for a while. He had neatly folded my clothes when they came out of the dryer, and they were in a bag in the tiny space at the back of the car.

  I looked out the window at the sun peeking up over the horizon. It was still early, and there weren’t many cars moving yet. I would have plenty of time to shower and fix myself into something presentable before work.

  He drove the car fast and hard, like he screwed. Well, not really, I lamented to myself. I hadn’t discovered a pattern to his fooling around yet. It seemed to be all over the charts, yet always completely mind-blowing. I was more than willing to put more effort into researching the many ways he could rock my world with his body, and I couldn’t wait to see what would be next.

  In fact, I was wet just thinking about our night together. I glanced over at him. He was wearing a dark green polo shirt that showed off his pecks as he expertly maneuvered the manual stick of the sports car. His low-slung, well-worn jeans hugged him loosely in all of those sexy places that I had spent the night touching and kissing and licking and sucking.

  I longed to touch him again. It didn’t make sense after having spent the entire night banging him, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of his body. My eyes were drawn back down to his crotch, and I licked my lips. This time he caught me looking and grinned. I was extremely fond of his slightly crooked grin. It gave his otherwise perfect face extra character.

  His smile was all of the invitation I needed. I reached over to undo his jeans and release him. He had not bothered with underwear, so his penis sprang out, already hard. I took him in one hand, releasing my seatbelt with the other. When I was loose, I leaned over the car’s console and took him into my mouth.

  “Abby!” Sam’s voice was shocked, but heavy with desire. I didn’t stop. Instead I wet the length of him with my tongue. “Let me find a place to pull over before I get us both killed in a car accident.” He was laughing as he said it.

  I grudgingly sat up, but replaced my mouth with my hand, rubbing up and down the length of him. “You’re insatiable.” He teased me, even as he removed his hand from the gearshift and ran it down my loose sweatpants. He quickly discovered that I had gone commando too. I sucked in a breath when he plunged a finger into my wetness.

  I didn’t know how it was possible, but I wanted him more now than ever. I couldn’t seem to get enough of this man or his body. I didn’t want to get enough of him.

  He found a grocery store parking lot that looked to be fairly empty and pulled into a parking space in the back. “Damn small car,” he grouched as we both looked around attempting to figure out how we were going to make this work in the tiny space.

  “I want more than a hand job,” I panted.

  “Me too, Baby.” He didn’t bother to fasten his pants, but held them together for some modesty as he got out and rounded the car to my side. I scrambled out of my pants and tilted onto one side so he could get in the passenger side and shut the door.

  He sat low on the seat and pulled me onto his lap with my back to his front. I groaned with pleasure as I lowered myself onto his hard length. He reached his hands around me and slid one up my sweatshirt to squeeze my breasts together and used the other to circle my clit.

  I bounced up and down on him in absolute ecstasy. The danger of fucking in a car in broad daylight, with the possibility of getting caught just turned me on more. The tight space restricted our movement and made me that much more frantic.

  I felt the orgasm building deep inside me, and I increased the tempo of my thrusts. I was manic in my need for him, and I didn’t care if the whole town was standing outside the car watching.

  “Come with me.” I managed to pant the demand out just before I flew over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure vibrated through me as I shouted out and continued moving over him. His teeth dug gently into my shoulder as he came with me tightening around him, squeezing him with my orgasm.

  I fell back into him, exhausted. For the first time, I looked around to see if anyone had taken notice of us. It didn’t appear that anyone had, which surprised me.

  We sat there like that for a minute. He finally broke the silence. “I’m going to have to take you home to give my poor penis a break.”

  “Poor penis?!? I was just thinking that I’m not going to be able to walk, if we don’t give it a rest.” We both chuckled as we attempted to get dressed in the miniscule space.

  After he somehow maneuvered his way back into the driver’s seat of the tiny space, without looking awkward, he leaned over and gave me a deep, mind-blowing kiss with the perfect amount of tongue. “I’m going to be thinking about you all day at work today.”

  It was a little embarrassing to admit, even to myself, after all the world-rocking sex we had just had, but I didn’t know what he did for a living. I cleared my throat before asking, “What do you do for work?”

  If he sensed my shame, he didn’t let on as he backed out of our naughty parking spot. “I’m trained as an architect.” He paused, and I wondered if he had designed his amazing home on the cliff. Then he continued, “But that’s not what I do. I’m being groomed to take
over my father’s acquisition business.”

  I pondered that tidbit for a moment, surprised. Since Seth was the older twin, shouldn’t he be the one taking over the family business? Maybe it was a personality thing. Acquisitions of other people’s companies didn’t seem like something that would be in Seth’s nature. I pictured Richard Gere’s character from the movie Pretty Woman, and I could see Sam excelling at it.

  He didn’t seem to want to expand, so we rode in companionable silence. Whenever we were on an open stretch of road where he didn’t have to shift gears, he reached over and held my hand. I realized that I had just discovered another physical difference between Sam and Seth. Sam’s hands were smooth and soft, while Seth’s were rougher, no doubt from manual labor. I savored the physical connection of our entwined hands, knowing we would soon be apart and worrying about how long it would be before I saw him again.