Trusting Chance [Fate Harbor] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “Josie! Stop—” Josie felt Chance’s hand grip her hair tightly, and try to pull back her head. She wrapped her arm around his thighs, holding him tight, keeping her mouth on her precious treat.

  “Honey, I’m going to come. You’ve got to stop.” There was a bite of pain in her scalp as he pulled harder. Josie sucked harder and was rewarded with an explosion of salty fluid that pulsed down her throat, filling her up with the essence of Chance. She swallowed, moaning in satisfaction, pressing her nose into the warmth of his groin, wanting to get as close to this man as possible, glorying in the opportunity to drink in every part of him. She was right. He was intoxicating.

  Once again Josie found herself being roused out of a stupor. She was lying on her stomach on the bed, with Chance easing the laces of her corset.

  “Are you back with me, Zee?” She heard both the laughter and concern in his voice.

  “Chance, what the hell?” she asked petulantly. He rolled her over, helped her into a sitting position, and brought a glass to her lips. She took a sip, and then grabbed the frosty drink from him and eagerly drank it down.

  “There you go. I figured any woman who swallows deserves a sweet juice chaser.” Josie’s eyes got wide, and she shook her head.

  “Look, smart-ass, would you mind explaining to me why in the hell it seems like I’m always zoning out after bedroom activities?” Josie watched him open his mouth, and she slapped her hand over his lips. “I’m serious. I wasn’t looking for another smartass comment.” Chance took the glass from her, and put it on the nightstand.

  “Two things. One, I think sometimes the corsets and your brace are constricting your breathing so when we do strenuous activities, you become pretty lightheaded.” Josie nodded. It made some sense.

  “But why doesn’t that happen when I’m working in the bakery?”

  “That brings us to the second thing. I think you go into sub-space.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s the head-space that a submissive gets into when they are in a sexually charged situation. You don’t have to orgasm, you just have to be really aroused, and then you get so into that head-space it takes you a bit to come back to reality.”

  “That’s it!” Josie immediately agreed, glad to hear it wasn’t the constriction. “Hey, wait a minute, I’m not submissive,” she argued.

  “You are, too,” Chance countered and reached around her to finish unlacing her. She waved his hands away.

  “No way am I submissive. Fine, I like to be spanked, I’ll admit that. But, how do you think I managed to raise two girls by myself, move across the country, and start my own business, if I was some kind of weakling?” she demanded. Chance finished with the last lace, and pulled the corset off of her, and Josie found herself naked.

  “Josie, you are ten times stronger than I am, but you’re still sexually submissive. You love being told what to do in the bedroom. Oh, you like what we do in the bedroom, and I make you come like crazy, but Sam can make you drip to your knees simply by using his Dom voice.” He was scaring her. Was something wrong with her? First, she thought she just wasn’t very passionate, and now she wanted two men and was being told she was some kind of sexual deviant.

  “Josie, quit that. I don’t like whatever you’re thinking, so just stop that right now.” Chance took handfuls of her black curls, and sifted through them, letting them settle around her, like a silky cape. “Honey, I’ve had my share of women.” Josie frowned, not really happy to hear about his sexual exploits. “But there has never been a woman who has fulfilled me as much sexually and emotionally as you have. You’re it for me.” Chance caressed one of her nipples that peeked out from her blanket of hair.

  “So you like how I am in the bedroom?” Josie asked tentatively.

  “You want to know if I like a woman who gives me the best blowjob of my life, and then is so aroused by doing so that she nearly passes out? Fuck yeah, I more than like! I love how you are in the bedroom.” Josie’s smile spread across her face like a rainbow bursting through the clouds.

  “However…”

  She waited, and when he didn’t say anything, she prompted.

  “What?” she asked finally.

  “I want more.” Chance smiled down at her.

  “You want another blowjob?” She knelt up on the bed, excited at the prospect.

  “Oh, no, woman, my cock wants inside that snug pussy of yours.” His arm snaked around her back, gently lowering her to the comforter. He guided her arms up over her head. “Leave your hands right there. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Sure,” she said, a little confused. He trailed the back of his fingers down her arms, causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. Ever so slowly, he slid his hands down to the mounds of her breasts, where he cupped them and pushed them together, brushing his callused thumbs back and forth, again and again over the tips. She began to undulate, her nipples becoming more sensitive with each pass of his thumbs. His eyes stared intently at her breasts, watching her flesh become more swollen, and then he brushed harder, causing her to squirm. It was beginning to make her nipples sore, but at the same time, it was lighting up nerves that had been long dormant, and she wanted more, needed more.

  “Please, Chance.” He looked up, his eyes heavy-lidded.

  “What, Zee? What do you need?”

  “Please, your mouth.”

  “You want my mouth on your nipples? You want me to suck you? Wrap your legs around me, and I’ll think about it.”

  Josie immediately spread her legs, making sure to position her wet pussy against his swollen cock. Then she wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles.

  “Good girl.” And he bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, gently laving it with his tongue. He began pinching her other nipple, and heard her sigh in pleasure. Then he stopped, moved over, and began to softly lick the other nipple. The sweet taste of her exploded in his mouth. He could do this for hours. But he knew that his woman needed a rougher touch, and that this gentle teasing would not satisfy her.

  “No, Chance, that’s not enough,” she complained.

  He looked up at her and said, “Then you need to ask for what you want, honey.” He watched as she bit her lip in embarrassment, but he wasn’t having any of that. “You can do it, Josie. It’s just me. You know I love you, you know I want to please you. You can do this. Ask for your pleasure.”

  “Suck me harder,” she whispered.

  Chance roughly brushed his thumbs against her taught peaks, and watched as she arched into the caress. “Is that really going to be enough?” Back and forth, he rubbed, causing her to undulate and moan at the harsh play.

  “Use your teeth,” he heard her whisper so softly he had to strain to hear.

  “Oh, honey, you are a treasure and we’re going to have so much fun.” He bent his head, taking the turgid crest in his mouth, gently nibbling, and was rewarded with her keening cry of pleasure. He felt a gush of liquid bathe his cock. He slid back and forth against the slick lips of her sex. He purposely brushed hard against her clit causing her to tremble, while he continued his ministrations on her nipple, and rubbed harder against her clit, pushing her that final bit, laughing as she dug her fists into his hair and chanted his name. He had known that she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands over her head.

  Chance eased himself out of her embrace, stroking her quivering body. He licked his way down, and breathed in the musky scent of her pussy, pushing her thighs wide to take a languid lick of her rich cum. “No, it’s too much,” she protested. “Please, I’m too sensitive,” she pleaded.

  “You’re strong, you can take it,” he assured her. He braced her open with his elbows, leaving his hands free to play. He loved the way her dusky cunt opened up to such a bright pink, glistening center, the small opening to her channel still fluttering from her climax. Chance took long moments exploring the rich textures laid out before him with his lips, his fingers, and his mouth. He saw that her clit was swollen from all the
ir previous play, so he inserted two fingers into the calming channel of her vagina, and swirled, until he heard Josie’s harsh gasp that told him he had found that perfect spot that would drive her wild.

  He played a rhythm against those sensitive nerves that had Josie bracing her feet against the bed and pushing up in counterpoint.

  “It’s more—” She panted and bucked up, almost dislodging him. “It’s too much, Chance. It’s—oh, God.” Then she wailed out his name, and cum gushed along his fingers, and he licked as fast as he could, not wanting to let the precious fluid go to waste.

  Looking up, Chance was unsurprised to see Josie’s eyes slit, as she breathed heavily, looking down at him. Chance knew an opportunity when he saw one, so he smoothed some of her cream and lightly traced it around the rosette of her anus.

  Josie figured it would be hours before she could move again. She was just going to lie here and ignore whatever Chance was doing, because she seriously, and this time she really was serious, couldn’t take any more. Then she felt it. Josie couldn’t believe the riot of nerve endings that came singing to life when Chance touched her rear entry.

  “Chance, what are you doing?” she whimpered.

  “It’s okay, honey, I just want to stretch you a little bit. Just relax.”

  Josie was having trouble catching her breath as she felt him pressing harder.

  She felt him smooth more of her liquid heat against her anus and then he was inside her. He pressed in further, going in and out.

  “Relax and push out for me, honey.” He bent and licked her clit, and she arched into the caress, unmindful of his fingers, and then she realized he had filled her with two fingers.

  “That’s it, Josie. You’re so beautiful.” She whimpered as he twisted his fingers inside of her, but she couldn’t figure out if she was whimpering in pain or pleasure. It was getting all mixed up. She needed him to stop, but she needed him to keep going. It made no sense.

  “What are you doing to me?” she cried.

  “I’m loving you, Zee.” And then he suckled her clit and scissored his fingers in her ass, stretching her, making her explode in a shower of stars.

  He extricated himself, and reached over to the nightstand, grabbed tissues, and wiped up, then grabbed a condom. Before she was done shuddering her release he pushed his way into her tight channel, relishing the way her satiated pussy clutched at his cock. As he plunged to the hilt, she once again clamped her arms and legs around him.

  “So good, Chance!” She could feel every bump and ridge of his cock as it plumbed the depths of her vagina, causing sparks once again, this time deep within her. She could feel him touching places that were greedy for contact. She clamped down on him when he tried to pull back, reluctant to let him go.

  “Zee, no, I want to last. I want to make this good for you.”

  “If you make this any better, I’ll combust,” she gasped.

  He pulled out, and slammed back in, starting a pounding rhythm that satisfied them both, shooting them upward, higher to a place that scared Josie because it couldn’t be real. She couldn’t quantify it. It made her dizzy, it took her breath, it took her mind, it took her soul. It wasn’t sub-space, it was love-space.

  Much later, his hand brushed over the bruise on her arm.

  “Don’t think about it,” she pleaded.

  “He should be here with us,” Chance said quietly. Josie wanted to assure him that Sam would be with them eventually, but she didn’t know him as well as Chance did.

  “What do you think? Do you think he’ll get himself straightened out?” she asked.

  Chance placed a long, lingering kiss on her lips, lazily tasting and sharing. When he raised his head he answered.

  “Josie, I think he finally has a reason to figure this out. So yeah, he’ll make it.” Josie loved the smile that crossed his face, the sun-kissed hair that fell across his forehead. He bent his head again, and kissed her. Josie closed her eyes, and they once again started that upward spiral.

  Chapter 13

  Sam slept in the bed of his truck the night before. He always kept a duffel of camping gear in his truck. Too many years being a Marine, he figured. He liked being prepared. He had gotten home an hour ago. When he had gone through the house, he had noted that the door to the master suite was closed, so he had grabbed a six-pack, and headed out to the lake.

  He figured Chance would be down here to come kick his ass. He hadn’t expected the pleasant surprise of feeling Josie’s soft hands in his hair.

  “Can I have one?” she asked, indicating one of the four beers left from his six-pack.

  “It’s not anything fancy,” Sam warned.

  “Perfect, I’m not a fancy type of gal.” She flipped the top, took a long swallow, and sighed in satisfaction. Sam watched out of the corner of his eye as she leaned back on her elbows on the dock and looked out over the water. When she didn’t say anything, he started to relax and took a sip of his own beer. When he finished his beer, he offered her another one, and she took it, finally turning to face him.

  “How’s your arm?”

  “Careful, cowboy. If you get to ask caring questions about me, then I get to return the favor. Do you really want to go there?” Josie arched a black eyebrow at him.

  Sam took a moment to think about that question. Looking into this woman’s dark-honey eyes made him think that he had finally found someone who would understand what he still couldn’t make sense of.

  “It’s going to be all right. If not now, it will eventually,” she said in her soft, sultry voice.

  “Do you promise?” he asked in the desperate, questioning voice of a child. Had that really come out of his mouth?

  “I promise, it will eventually be all right.” She put down her beer, and wrapped her arms around him, her scent comforting him.

  “But it isn’t all right for you. I hurt you and you’re still wearing a brace. You’re still in pain, Josie.”

  “You know that’s not the real pain,” she said gently.

  He moved her away from him so he could search her face. “Will you tell me your story? Will you tell me how it got to be all right for you?”

  “Only if you hold me.” He would give his life for the right to hold her forever, but he wasn’t worthy of that right. Yesterday morning had proved that. But he would always hold her, if she needed it.

  “Always, baby. Come here.” He picked her up, settled her on his lap, and cuddled her in his arms, so they could watch the sun start its slow descent, as she started her story.

  “I was eight when the courts decided that my mom had turned her life around, and could regain custody of me. That’s when I left the Hutchinses. It was good until I was ten. Then she married Barry, and started using again. It was little stuff to begin with, but by the time I was twelve she was into meth.”

  “Barry?” he asked.

  Josie understood the deeper meaning of his question. “He didn’t bother with me. He wasn’t that way, he was just a junkie. He and Mom had problems keeping jobs, so we moved around a lot. Sometimes we were living in motels and shelters.” Josie’s voice was steady and distant, as if she was talking about someone else. Sam started rocking her, because he knew the next part was only going to get worse.

  “When I was thirteen, Mom got pregnant. So she stayed clean, pretty much. Problem was she was sick all the time. I think it was withdrawals, so only Barry was working. He got the bright idea to start selling meth. I didn’t understand why all of a sudden we were living in a rented house, and getting more to eat. I was just happy that Mom was acting better and life seemed better and I got to go to school.”

  “Of course you were, baby.”

  “After Mom had the twins, Barry got in trouble with his bosses, and they came to the house, and beat Barry really bad. That’s when I found out what Barry had been doing. I thought they were going to kill us all, including the babies.”

  “Oh God, Josie,” he breathed.

  “I told my teachers, and the cops ca
me and talked to Barry. Somehow they got him to turn on his bosses. But the cops ended up taking him into custody for a few days, so Mom thought he was going to prison.” Josie stopped talking. Sam didn’t say anything, he just waited. Finally, she took a deep breath. “On the second night he was gone, she got really high, and started screaming at me, saying how I’d ruined everything, how I’d gotten Barry sent to jail. She was hitting me with her fists, I was hitting her back, but she was still bigger than me, and she was high and strong.” Josie gripped the front of his shirt, and he stroked down her back, holding her as close to him as he could. “She shoved me down the stairs on purpose. She wanted to kill me, she was so mad at me! Only it wasn’t my mom. It was my ‘junkie mom,’ you know?” She stared up at him, willing him to understand. Sam didn’t care who the hell it was, it was the woman who was supposed to love and protect her.

  “What happened, baby?” He stroked that beautiful, unruly black hair, looking into her stark dry eyes.

  “The neighbors called the cops. I said I fell. Two of my vertebrae were ruptured, no spinal cord damage, thank God.”

  “Why did you say you fell?” he demanded, uncomprehending.

  “They would have put Becca and Sarah in foster care, and I would have lost them. They wouldn’t have kept us together. I took care of them.”

  “So that’s where the surgical scars came from?”

  “Yeah, I needed three surgeries then. Thank God they let Barry out. Between he and Mom, they kept it together enough to take care of Becca and Sarah, while I was in the hospital.”

  “What about you? Who took care of you?” At her confused expression, Sam realized that nobody had taken care of her. “How long were you in the hospital?”

  “It was about four months. After the first surgery they let me go home, but I got an infection that they caught on my first checkup. They assessed my home environment and decided that it wasn’t a good place for me to recover, so they kept me at the hospital after that. I was lucky that they did.” Sam damned the woman who had done so much harm to her child, and blessed the people who had cared for her.