Chapter 301: Sunroom
I suddenly really, really like the sunroom. – Chance
Chance was back in the house with the door closed before they realized it. As he reentered the sunroom, he heard their car start up.
Rye smiled nervously. “I…” She blushed even brighter. “I want to try to…”
Chance was quite sure that if she blushed anymore, she would either pass out from the lack of blood where it should be or have a heart attack from embarrassment. Before he could give any comforting words, she was on her knees in front of him.
“Oh, fuck, duchess.” He said as she began to undo his belt. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She nodded, pulling down his jeans and boxer briefs.
He handed her the slightly unfolded fleece blanket. This was probably not the reason why his mother always told her kids to have a blanket in the car. Then again, with his mother, it might be.
“Put this under your knees.”
Rye put the blanket on the floor under her knees before grasping his cock the way he showed her. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them, focusing on her target. Licking the small bead of pre-cum off the tip had him shuddering.
Slowly, she took him into her mouth. She began to move her hand and mouth at the same time. Each stroke took him a little deeper into her mouth.
“Look at me, Rye.” Chance said with a hoarse whisper. She looked up and their eyes met. “You’re so beautiful. I love you.”
Smiling around him, she increased her speed. It took a few minutes, but she found a rhythm that felt comfortable to her. It all felt wonderful to Chance.
“Cup my balls.” He and she did. “Oh, God.” He hissed as she began to massage them.
Chance rested his hand on the side of her head and resisted the urge to guide her further down his shaft. She still kept her eyes on him. She trusted him. She was beginning to trust herself. Never had he ever seen a woman look more erotic and sexier as the one sucking on his cock.
“I want to see your tits.” He rasped out and she shook her head no. Moaning in disappointment, he shrugged out of his cut and then pulled off his work polo. “Come on, duchess. Just lift your shirt up.”
Rye let go of his cock and moved her shirt up. The first little bit of the red lace teddy came into view on her stomach, and he groaned.
“You little minx.” He murmured as she let the shirt fall back into place.
She placed her hand on the back of his thigh and took him all the way to the back of her throat.
“I’m going to come in your mouth.” He warned and she nodded.
Chance held her head still as he thrust into her mouth before releasing himself. He felt her gag a bit and then she was swallowing everything that he gave her.
“Damn.” He whispered as he helped her to her feet. Breaking his long-standing rule, he kissed her and tasted himself. “Where the hell did you learn that?”
Rye blushed and buried her face in his chest. “Carly gave me a couple of websites.”
He chuckled as he kissed her hair. “Let me see what you have hidden under this shirt. And later, we’ll take a look at those websites.” He tipped her face up to his. “Together.” Nodding her blush deepened. “You have no idea what your blushes do to me.”
“The things you do to me make me blush.” She whispered as he lifted the shirt off her.
Dropping the shirt behind her, he grinned at her. “Then it’s a good thing that you don’t know what I’m thinking.”
The blush crept across her exposed chest. “Probably.”
Chance knelt in front of her and began to untie her shoes. As he removed them, and he tossed them to the side. He then removed her jeans and found himself staring at a skimpy scrap of lace covering a freshly waxed mound.
“I guess I know what appointment you had today.” He smiled as he lifted her leg to his shoulder.
“Do you like it?” she asked nervously.
“Your pussy? Duchess, I love it. Hair. No hair.” He pulled the red material to the side and pressed a kiss at the top of her slit. “Question is, do you like it?”
She gave a small moan as a finger slid into her wetness. “It hurt, but I like this.”
“So do I.” Chance said, watching his fingers disappear inside of her. “I want to watch you cream. Want to tell me about these websites?”
“I… I… Chance…”
“Maybe later.” He grinned as she grabbed his hand and began to move on his other hand, pumping in and out of her. She let out a loud cry as her head fell back and her pussy clamped down on his fingers. “That’s it, duchess. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
With her body still convulsing, he began to tease her clit with his tongue. He extended her orgasm until her legs began to shake. Carefully, Chance placed her foot on the ground before stripping off what was left of his own clothing.
Then he sat cross-legged the blanket and guided Rye onto his lap. Her hands were still buried in his hair as she was impaled.
“Have you been wearing this all day?” he asked, guiding her to ride him.
“Yes.” She sighed, leaning back so he could get to her breasts.
“What is the Shack doing to my sweet Duchess?” Chance asked, tugging the lace away from her breasts.
“Sid gave me the gift certificate.” She mumbled.
He grunted as he teased her nipples with his tongue. “I love your tits.”
“Oh! My jeans pocket. I wasn’t brave enough…” Rye moaned as he scraped his teeth down one nipple and then the other.
“Later.” Chance growled. “Put your legs over my arms.”
She did as he asked and was surprised when he moved her ankles to his shoulders. Her eyes widened as he began moving her again and guided her to lay back slightly.
“Ohhhh… God!”
“Great and powerful Oz is fine. No need to call me God.” he said as he shifted and began rocking.
With the next orgasm, she screamed and pulled him with her.
