by B L Morticia
Chancellor pressed a light kiss on the heel of my wrist and smiled. “Want you too. Let’s get out of here then.” He rose from his chair, then helped me out of mine.
Still drunk and high, I held onto Chancellor, allowing him to assist me.
In this state, I doubted how much I’d be able to truly enjoy him, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t when I got sober.
Perhaps it was a good thing I didn’t drink anymore and potentially ruin the great fucking I’d receive.
Once Chancellor found the Uber, we were at his place within a half an hour. Between the kisses and necking in the backseat, I had barely stopped for air.
Mmph.
I texted the guys again, telling them not to look for me for at least today through tomorrow. I didn’t have clothes, but who cared when I was about to spend the next twenty-four hours plus in Chancellor’s arms.
“Here we are.” Chancellor lifted me out of the car.
The driver was kind enough to open and close the door.
“Nice place. It’s all yours?” I slurred and hiccupped, then chuckled. I’d taken a couple more hits off my pen before we left.
“All mine.”
“Wow. I don’t think we discussed what we do for a living.”
“No, we didn’t. Too busy making out. We definitely gave the driver a show.”
“Was that why he couldn’t stop smiling?”
Chancellor laughed as he opened the door. “I suppose. Are you okay with going straight to my bedroom?”
“I’d be mad if we weren’t,” I said with a chuckle. “I want you to ravage me.”
Chancellor nuzzled the spot under my chin and kissed it. “I want to do just that, but I had to make sure you’re comfortable with how fast we’re going.”
“I appreciate that. No place I’d rather be than in your bed.”
“All right. Might have to save all the sex for later in the morning though. I’m not that tired, but you hit that pen kind of heavy.”
I leaned in and kissed him quick. “You’re probably right, but let’s at least try. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. Let’s head upstairs.” Chancellor continued carrying me through the large hallway leading to a winding staircase on the opposite end.
From what I could tell, the man had exquisite taste. Everything appeared expensive from the art on the walls, to the fancy furnishings that filled the space. Obviously, this guy was no slouch. His suit and home said as much.
Although I was curious about his profession, I’d let it go for now.
While Chancellor carried me, I kissed his neck and raked his back with my nails. All I could think about was being naked with him and dancing between the sheets. I knew nothing about Chancellor, but something told me to trust him no matter what. Given my poor history of picking men, this was a stupid move, but because of how much I wanted him I could care less.
“Damn, baby.” Chancellor growled and pecked my lips again as he strolled into a large room with a four-post bed. After he flicked on the lights, he walked over then gently set me down atop the mattress.
“Mmhm. This is nice.” I lifted my dress over my head and tossed it aside along with my purse. I slid my heels from my feet and removed my dangly earrings.
Chancellor’s light eyes met my gaze. He slipped his suit jacket off and tossed it in the chair. “You’re so beautiful, Courtney. Been looking forward to seeing you naked all night.”
“Have you?” I scooted back on the bed, slipped my wet panties from my waist, then kicked them off. To show him how much I desired him, I spread my legs, giving him a view of my rock-hard dick and rosy pucker that ached to be filled.
“Fuck.” Chancellor’s voice was breathy, full of want. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and let his pants fall, revealing blue boxer briefs that featured his straining hardon.
“Why don’t you come over so I can take care of that for you?” I sucked one of my fingers from tip to base, then let go with a pop while eyeing him. Waiting for him to take charge, my heartbeat sped up, breaths shortened, and anticipating Chancellor filling me to the brink.
Apparently, that did the trick. Chancellor grinned and quickly removed the rest of his clothing, letting it fall to the floor. With that ravenous look in his eyes, he stalked over, erasing the distance between us.
Hot damn.
Chancellor’s long and veiny dick was embedded in thick black curls.
I loved a man who didn’t manscape around their dick. Not a requirement to keep the pubic area unshaven, but more of a fetish like an uncut cock.
As he continued watching me, my shaft pulsed with need. Something about that look aroused me more than I’d ever been in my life.
“Oh God, Chancellor. I want you.” I managed through hampered breaths. I practically hyperventilated, being so excited about this first moment together. My palms sweat, heartbeat thrumming in my ears. The heat surrounded me, as I realized I’d get what I asked for. Chancellor appeared to be just what I wanted.
When he arrived, I noticed his washboard abs and the ink that stretched from his neck on down the center of his chest. His arms were covered with colorful tattoos, telling a story I couldn’t decipher. Still inebriated, I couldn’t tell what they meant. Nevertheless, they were a beautiful addition to his gorgeous bronze skin.
Chancellor crawled on the bed, planting soft kisses on my legs, knees, then the inside of my thighs. As he moved, he followed those gestures up with light caresses, seemingly taking his time, while I desired the exact opposite.
“Chance…” My voice cut, turning into pants. I threw my head back and grit my teeth, trying to hold on. “Please, babe. I want you inside of me. Want you now.” I straightened and open my legs wider to accommodate him.
Chancellor paid me no attention, continuing to torture me with small kisses and nips around my pierced navel. He dragged his dick along my leg and stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin.
“Ugh… please.” I released a ragged breath and closed my eyes a moment, to keep my climax at bay. Any minute now I’d blow before he entered me.
Not caring about my pleading, Chancellor teased my nipple with his teeth, then bit, making it firm under his touch. He did the same to the other and rubbed his forehead on my chest, making my body temperature rise. I might as well have been engulfed in flames from his affections. Chancellor continued traveling upwards, planting more kisses and nuzzling my flesh until he reached my lips, covering them with his own.
“Chancellor.” I begged for him while he dipped his tongue in my mouth, then sucked as if he needed it to survive.
Hungering for him, I returned the kiss, grabbing his shoulders to keep him there. As much as I wanted the foreplay, I wanted him inside of me, balls deep, driving me into the mattress.
“You’re going to have to be patient. I’m not ready to fill you yet. I wanna taste you completely, all over, inside and out. You’re not going to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?” His stern brown eyes met my gaze.
“Yes.” I swallowed hard and nodded. A part of me wanted to say sir or Daddy, but we weren’t there yet. What I did know was, this feeling of being controlled was hot as fuck. I wanted, no make that, needed more.
Again, my breaths hitched, watching Chancellor tasting, licking, sucking around my throat and collarbone. I gripped the sheet under my nails and tugged to do as he told me.
Usually I liked to take charge the first-time having sex, but in this instance, I was okay being bossed around. This commanding man had me. He played with my body like an instrument, making me desire him more.
“Shit, Chancellor. I can’t take this.” I released the cover with one hand, using it to clutch his shoulder. “Please, baby.”
Chancellor didn’t answer verbally. He continued, while pressing his body into mine.
Lost in the sensation, I mewled under him and bucked off the bed, making our bodies touch and to convince him to take me. “Chancellor, I… oh Goddess!” I pleaded for mercy and gripped him again.
Fully aroused, I writhed on the bed, toes curling as he went on sucking and nibbling my skin hard enough to leave marks. I bit my bottom lip until it damn near bled. “Fuck.”
Chancellor rose and covered my mouth with his. He pulled away, placing both hands on my cheeks. “Shh, baby. I’ll give you what you want. First, I wanna slide my tongue inside your sweet hole. You want that don’t you? You want me to fuck you with it and make you crazy?”
“Yes. Something to fill me. Anything.” I said, sounding pained. My cock throbbed, nearly cutting off my breath. “Don’t you wanna fuck me with your cock?”
“I definitely do, but I wanna get you ready. Wanna make sure you can handle me.”
“I can.” I nodded like a fiend and pressed my body into his. The haze from my buzz had just about dissipated. “Just fuck me. Please…” I pleaded again, nipping at his lips and chin.
“Oookay. You’re not good for my self-control. Lie back and relax.” Chancellor tangled tongues with me, leaving me breathless and needing.
“Shit.” I muttered against his mouth and pulled away, falling backwards on the pillows. I was so close to climax I shuddered and gnashed my teeth together. I’d probably spurt the second his tongue entered me.
By the way he kissed me I was in for a treat.
“Beautiful.” Chancellor said and smacked my buttocks a couple of times, then shook them. “Your ass is gorgeous.”
I winced at the sting but didn’t take issue with the temporarily discomfort. If it got us closer to fucking, I’d take more. “I worked hard for it, too.”
“Yeah?” Chancellor’s voice dropped an octave again. He pushed my legs up, then sank lower between my thighs.
As I yanked my legs backwards to give him a better angle, I gritted my teeth and stretched my neck to watch. He licked around my pucker, then pried my hips apart with both hands to get full access. After he nuzzled the spot there, he lapped at the soft flesh then dove his tongue inside me.
“Shit. Oh my, ooh God.” I fell back, not able to keep myself under control. I squirmed and trembled from the sensation, moving against his mouth in the same motion as his tongue. He was taking me apart piece by piece, dismantling my inhibitions, driving me insane. I doubted I’d be able to think clearly after this. “Chancellor. You’re… unngh…”
Chancellor moaned as he continued to lick and suck my hole. To keep me immobile, he gripped my hips tightly under his nails. With his strong hands keeping me down, I could no longer move. Not that I wanted to get away, but I needed more. I needed his cock to fill me.
“Shit. Please…oh God, please.” I clenched the sides of the pillow and let go of my legs. I squirmed under his affections, feeling the pressure in my groin, ready to explode. “I wanna come, Chancellor. Please let me come!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“You’re gonna have to learn to hold your orgasm longer, baby. Come for me, then.” Chancellor slapped my ass.
“Ooh.” Appreciating the sting, I moaned and moistened my lips. A warm hand encased my dick, jerking me in the same rhythm. “Yes. Ooh God, yes. I’m gonna. Fuck, fuck!” I closed my eyes tight, seeing white lights behind my eyelids. Those same bursts, changed into bright colors, floating and exploding simultaneously. With my climax hitting its peak, my body tensed, tingling all over, as my release covered my thighs and stomach.
“God you’re gorgeous when you come,” he said. “I wanna see that more often, but only after I tell you to. You’re gonna have to exercise more control, love.”
“I…I…” I stuttered, trying to find my voice. My cock lay limp on my thigh, still weeping. “I couldn’t help it, Chancellor. You’re so skilled, so… fuck. That was amazing.”
“It was.” Chancellor moved on top of me, rubbing his hard dick against my stomach and hip.
“God, you’re still hard! How did you…I don’t know if I can…” I wasn’t making sense. I was ready for a nap.
“S okay, baby. I’ll save it for you.” Chancellor pressed his lips atop mine, then peppered my face with kisses, before dropping down to my collarbone.
I sighed, considering myself a failure. I didn’t want to be selfish and not give him what he deserved.
Still, I was too tired to do a damn thing. I’d have to make it up to him when we woke up. In a matter of moments, the effects from the pen, liquor, and my orgasm overtook me and I closed my eyes to sleep.
Chapter Three
Chancellor
In other circumstances, I would’ve been angry about my partner passing out, but Courtney wasn’t just anyone. He was better. Someone who had captured my attention the moment he stepped up atop that bar. Never had I been so captivated by one guy as I had with Courtney. And I had the distinct feeling I wouldn’t experience that again.
The blue balls were painful, but once I took care of myself, I was fine. Sleep came quickly afterwards, leaving me no time to dwell on what hadn’t happened. No doubt we’d make up for it when both of us were awake and sober. I’d make sure of that.
Morning arrived, bringing sunlight through my bedroom windows. I forced one eye open and turned to glance at my new lover, laying on my outstretched arm, with his mouth agape. I moved over and planted a light kiss on his cheek.
It had been a while since I allowed someone to accompany me home, but again, Courtney was too special not to.
More than that, Courtney was the first person I’d thought about more with past the initial fuck. We might not have known each other well, but part of me desired to make Courtney a permanent fixture in my life.
Silly as it sounded, I was smitten already. I loved men who dressed in feminine clothing. Even better if they had a gorgeous body to match. Courtney had all that and more.
Since he wasn’t a client, there would be very little risk or lines to be crossed. We could make this one-night stand turn into something meaningful, but he’d have to agree.
Courtney moaned and stirred, leaning in close. He wrapped his arms around me. “Mornin’ Chancellor.”
“Morning. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“No, you should wake me.” Courtney tugged on my chin and softly kissed my lips. The sun shone on his blue eyes, making them shimmer. “I owe you after falling asleep earlier.”
“You don’t owe me, babe. You were tired.”
“Yes, but you gave me a mind-blowing climax and I passed out. I’m so fucking embarrassed.” Courtney’s cheeks pinked and his gaze dropped.
“Don’t be.” I yanked him in and rubbed his shoulder. “We got all day. As long as you want to stay here, there’s no pressure.”
“Of course I do. Chancellor, I want you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.” Courtney rose and hovered over me. When he lowered himself, he smiled wide and traced my mouth with his tongue. “Ooh, someone is hard.”
“Yes. I…” I swallowed the lump in my throat, meeting his gaze.
Courtney pressed his body into mine. “Want me to take care of you? I got a wicked tongue.” He wagged it for demonstration.
I nodded and pulled him in, capturing his mouth. As our tongues dueled, my cock throbbed, making me lose focus.
Mine.
Thoughts of taking charge rumbled through my head. In order to keep him from running away, I had to stay under control. Courtney had woken up a part of me that laid dormant for quite a while. The part that ached for companionship and to make him more than a fuck buddy.
Shit.
Once of the biggest reasons relationships failed was my tendency to “baby” my lovers. I did everything to care for them, even when we had nothing to warrant it.
Worse, I had nothing to base it on. I didn’t know him from Adam’s housecat, but I desired more. I wanted to know every detail, everything that made him tick. What he liked and disliked, in the bedroom and out. More importantly, how I could be the one he desperately needed.
Fuck I’m a goner.
“Chancellor?”
Courtney’s voice woke me from my haze.
“Where did you go on me?”
“Chancellor.” Courtney groaned against my lips, apparently appreciating my possessive move. He ground his body into mine and rubbed our cocks together. Desirous look in his eyes, Courtney traced my mouth with his tongue and grinned. “You ready to fuck me?”
I clasped both his cheeks and yanked him into me again. After trading passionate, sloppy kisses, I met his wild blue eyes. “Yes. You wanna ride me?”
“Fuck yes, I do. Damn…” Courtney blew a breath to move the blond lock of hair from his face. “I love your name, but it’s a fucking mouthful. What if we shorten it a little?”
“Sure.” I pressed my mouth atop his and dragged my hands down to his ass. My cock pulsed, already weeping pre-cum, ready to feel Courtney’s ass swallow it whole. Wanting this man, my breaths hampering, making my chest ache. I could barely speak. “Chance?”
“How about… Sir… or Daddy.” Courtney smiled wide then pinned me down, placing both his hands on top of mine while covering my mouth again.
Already taken by this young man, I groaned into his embrace, ready to take charge.
Daddy?
I loved that term because it embodied everything I wanted from a relationship. Acknowledging that had to mean he was on board or at least contemplated the idea of being mine.
Reluctantly, I stopped our kiss and examined his expression. Could Courtney have been so into me sexually that he didn’t know what the hell he was doing?
Yes.
In spite of not knowing for certain, I was willing to take the chance. Willing to push the buttons that might make him do something out of character. “You sure, sweetheart?”
“Sure? About you, or…”
“Calling me Daddy because, I’d love to be that person for you. The figurehead that takes care of his lover. Can you handle that for me, Courtney? Could you be my boy?”