Shame
Chance’s gray eyes bore into my brown ones. The question in his morphed as a look of understanding flashed in them. One second he’d been submissive and in the next he was dominant. I didn’t have to tell Chance what I wanted, he knew me and he knew my body like he’d explored it many times before, as if he wasn’t a stranger to my body and in a way, he wasn’t. I watched as he leaned in, his eyes held mine as his flat pink tongue slid into my pussy. My lips parting and wrapping around him as my legs widened for him. A moan fell from my lips as he slowly pushed deeper inside of me, his head inching forward. My chest rose and fell as I fought the urge to lose my eyes and let my head drop back. The need to bear witness to his snake-like tongue as it disappeared inside of me won out. My jaw dropped as he pushed deep, his tongue stretching as it pushed inside of me, and I watched as his nose pressed against my pelvic bone.
“Goddess,” I groaned. “That… that feels so good.” Pulling out of my cunt, I watched as inch after inch pulled out of me. Was that normal? I wriggled impatiently as his tongue slid along his bottom lip, spreading my juices. He hummed and his eyes lit up before he leaned forward and lapped up my juices. I writhed on his tongue before he used his nose to part my lips. His tongue followed and I gasped as it slid back inside of me.
Chance pulled my other leg up over his shoulder and he held me up. I lost the battle of trying not to hold onto him and grabbed his short black hair as he fucked me with his tongue. His eagerness, his desire to please me drove away any thought outside of what he was doing to me. He plunged his tongue into me over and over again, withdrawing all the way so I could feel as every wet inch of him slid back into me. My body fell slack against the solid wall behind me as I lost myself to pleasure. I bucked against him as his nose nudged my clit as his head bobbed faster and faster. The sensitive nub tingled and my needs conflicted with my mind as thighs clenched around his head as my hand pushed it back.
“Wait… wait… Chance,” I whimpered. “I’m going-I’m going to cum. If you don’t want me to-ah!”
His lips wrapped around my lips and sucked hard. He hummed and I moaned as vibrations ran from his mouth to my pussy. he didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop as he fucked me faster. Uncaring of the way my body twitched and jerked with each spearing movement of his tongue. He shoved me over the edge and my eyes rolled back into my head as everything went white.
“Cum on my face,” he said, his words muffled. I clenched around him as I came.
“Chance!” I screamed. My thighs squeezed both sides of his head tightly, but if it hurt he didn’t say. He buried his face between my legs, the sounds of him groaning as he licked and sucked my juices up reached my ears. Goddess, Chance was hot. I ground my pussy against his face as my needy body jerked from my orgasm. He kept his face between my legs but lifted his head to stare up at me.
“You taste as good as you smell,” Chance groaned. He turned his head to the right and nipped the inside of my thigh before he pressed a kiss there. He gripped my hips and I squealed. I was lifted into the air as he got to his feet. I held onto him, my legs clenching around him as he walked us over to the seat. He didn’t put me down first, but lowered himself before he unwrapped my legs. I slid down his chest until I sat on his lap. Leaning back, I bit my lip and looked into his gray eyes. We’ve been in this position before but there was something about it today that felt tender and intimate. Releasing my lip, I took a deep breath.
“Chance, I—“ His hands slid down my arms and around my waist.
“Have I ever asked you for more? You don’t need to do anything for me. This was enough… just give me this moment,” he murmured. I swallowed and nodded. I couldn’t make him any promises but I felt a weight lift off of my shoulders knowing he wasn’t expecting anything from me. Just last night I’d been in this position with Shane.
Why did I feel like I was betraying him when I knew Chance longer? Was it just the mate bond pulling at my heart strings that made me want to be with Shane? Shouldn’t I be more understanding towards Chance? I knew how he felt and I knew what he wanted, even without him pushing me, so why was it that I didn’t ever want to give him, well, a chance?
I wasn’t with Shane but I still expected the shame to hit, but I didn’t feel anything close to regret. I wanted this, I chose it and let him happen. Shane hadn’t chosen me, nor had he laid claim to me, so there was no reason for me to feel ashamed. I didn’t wrap my arms around him, but I leaned forward and rested my head against his chest. I’d enjoyed myself tonight, but for his sake, it couldn’t happen again. I would never be able to go any further with him. I couldn’t be responsible for anything happening to Chance too. I’ve never been someone who was petty enough to consider using another to make someone jealous. Although, I wouldn’t knock Shane being the one to push me there. Chance hummed happily and I felt a slight hint of guilt at thinking of another man while I was with him.
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