Chapter 294: Trust
*Honey, if you trust him, you’re halfway there. Now, just trust yourself. – Karan*
It was the third Thursday of July, just after Chance left for the daycare to go to his veterans’ group, when Rye got a call from the principal, Mrs. Mason. Hiding her excitement, she agreed to the teacher position for a kindergarten class. She would be with the teacher for the first semester and then have the class on her own for the rest of the year.
After that call, she called Alana and Geo and invited them to dinner. She had also called the clinic and checked on Leigh Anne. So far, she was doing well. The doctor expected that visitors would be allowed next week.
Rye was in the kitchen cooking meat for tacos. Music played on the TV. Michael sat happily in his bouncy seat with his toys dangling from the bar above him.
Chance stood unnoticed and watched as she danced around the kitchen. After setting the meat aside to drain, she leaned over the baby on the floor to sing the next line of Radioactive.
She saw his boots and stood up. “Love me some Dragons.”
“Yeah, so do I.” he grinned. “Come here, Duchess.”
She slipped into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. He lifted his head, and she pulled him back to her. Chance lifted her by hips and sat her on the counter.
Stepping between her legs, he cupped her face. “Rye, Duchess.” His voice was ragged and rough, just like his breathing.
“Mmmmm…” She moaned into his mouth. That was all the encouragement that he needed to take more from her.
“I want to touch you.” She said between nips. Rye moved her hands and began to pull his shirt off.
“Fuck.” He muttered against her lips as he untucked the shirt and pulled it off. Dropping it on the floor his lips went back to hers.
Gripping the counter edge on either side of her, he let her run her hands over his body. Rye had always been timid with his body. But tonight, she felt his arms and chest and abdomen. Her fingertips ran along the top of his waist band. Across his Adonis belt and six pack.
Her short nails scratched across and down his back. “Ryanne.” He warned when her hands paused on his belt.
“I want to know what… it feels like.” She hesitated and he knew without opening his eyes that she was blushing.
He wanted to open his eyes and look at her. But he knew that if he did that, it would not be the scared and timid woman that first stole his heart that he would see. No. It would be the horny and wanton woman that he knew was hiding inside. Instead of seeing hate and fear, he would see lust and desire.
And he would have no defense against her.
He swallowed hard and nodded. In her excitement and inexperience, Rye fumbled with the belt. Chance wanted to help her but let her do it all on her own. He tightened his grip on the counter and leaned his head back as she unzipped his jeans.
Rye pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down slightly. His erection bounced at its newfound freedom. Her finger lightly ran from base to tip and back.
“Ryanne.” He whispered softly. “Remember how I said that you would be highly disappointed?”
“Yes.” She mumbled watching his reaction.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“How...? How do I?” He could hear the wanton desire in her soft voice.
Gently he wrapped her hand around his engorged shaft. He guided her to move up and down. With a moan, he released her hand and she continued to stroke him.
“Ryanne.” He hissed as his hips began to pump in her hand.
“Chance?” She asked, her hand stopping.
“Oh, God, don’t stop.” He pleaded and she began to move her hand again. A moan of pleasure escaped him. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “I want to come on your tits.”
She started to move her hand to take off her shirt, but he stopped her. “I got it. Just keep jacking me off.”
He grabbed the polo shirt up by the collar, the way Doc had shown him for *‘medical purposes only’* and ripped it in half. Her bra was one that had come from one of the women. He loved the black lace against her pale skin.
Seeing her lace covered tits was the final straw. Ropes of come shot out of his cock. The hot goo covered her chest, bra, and shirt. A small drop hit her lips and she licked it with the tip of her tongue. The simple motion had him growing hard again.
“Is that what she meant by knowing what you taste like?” Rye whispered.
“Mmmmm…” he said running his finger through the mess on her chest. He offered it to her and with a little encouragement, sucked his finger into her mouth. “In a way. More of a blow job. But that is what my come tastes like.”
Smiling shyly, Rye looked down and blushed. “I like it.”
Tugging on one of the bra cups lightly, he lifted her chin with a knuckle. “I like this.”
After a light kiss, he tucked himself away and sent her to go take a shower while he finished cooking dinner. Michael made a sound in his sleep and Chance felt guilty for forgetting that he was there. Thankfully, the infant would not remember anything that he saw before he fell asleep.
But Chance would forever remember the first time that his wife jacked him off and tasted his come. Every time they had tacos, he thought of her lace covered tits exposed from the torn shirt. And his gizz covering them.
Homemade tacos quickly became one of his favorite meals.
The front door opened and a moment later, Geo appeared in the kitchen.
“You’re in a good mood.” The younger man observed.
“Yeah.” Chance agreed. “We’re having tacos for dinner tonight. Are you staying for some?”
“Yeah. Rye asked me to come over. I think your mom is coming too.”
“That would explain all the meat.” Chance grinned as the door opened again and then his mother was gently pushing Geo out of her way to get to Michael.
A few minutes later the three of them were laughing at Michael blowing spit bubbles. Rye stepped into the kitchen. Alana continued to hold her grandson as the other three set the table and moved the food to the dining room.
They were sitting at the table and plates had been made when Rye reached over and grabbed Chance’s hand.
“I got a call from Mrs. Mason over at Monroe Elementary.”
