Page 83 of The Other Side
Chance froze.
I turned around, still half in his hold, to face him, even though I could barely make out the outline of his face in the dark. I reached out to him, cupping his face with my hand. “Just for one night? Maybe?” I faltered, still not sure what was going through his mind, without having the ability to analyze his expression.
“One night would never be enough for me, Violet,” Chance finally spoke, his voice hesitant.
I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what he was trying to say and how to respond in a way that wouldn’t make things worse somehow. “Maybe we could just start with tonight?” I offered.
I didn’t want tonight to be the only night, but I didn’t know how I’d feel when we got back to Montgomery. If my anxiety over what would come next hadn’t been so overwhelming, I thought I might have given in to Chance a while ago.
“You’re sure?” His voice came softly through the darkness. He was seemingly just as afraid as I was.
I thought about what to say, but decided it would be better if I showed him. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, continuing to lead the charge when he parted his lips to let me deepen the kiss.
He tasted minty from the toothpaste. His kisses were urgent and just as heated as the rest of my body felt. Our hands roamed each other freely, unburdened by what had stopped us before.
As our desperation for more increased, Chance pulled away to gently roll onto his back, bringing me along with him. My leg hitched over his thigh, in just the right position for me to grindagainst, if only he’d bend his knee just slightly to give me the perfect angle to pursue the high I was after…and then he did.
I moaned with the glorious friction created by the subtle movement.
“Fuck, Violet,” he cursed into my mouth. “Keep doing that.”
I felt Chance’s fingers skating over the sensitive skin at my hip, just above my panties, and then he ran his fingers over the hem. “Vi—can I—please?” His words were breathless as we continued to move together to chase our respective pleasure.
I tilted my hips up, silently granting him permission to touch me where I needed him most. His fingers tickled against my pussy before he skimmed them along the seam for only one pass before dipping them into the liquid heat I was sure he would find there.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned into my neck.
Wanting to touch him too, I let my hand graze his dick, over his boxers, feeling his muscles tighten as he drew in a sharp breath.
“I need to touch you first, or I’ll get too distracted,” Chance asserted, plunging two fingers inside of me, causing me to arch against him.
I felt myself speaking, but the words that came forth were nonsense—I was already so far gone.
“Have you been thinking about what it would be like for me to get you off?” he whispered, low and dirty.
I could only moan in response as he continued to drive me closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re all I can think about,” he confessed. “I dream of all the things I want to do to you.” Chance paused, his motions ceasing.
I cried out in frustration.
Our eyes met, even in the dark. “You want me to do those things to you, don’t you?”
“Please,” I keened, seeking the pressure of his fingers, never so desperate for touch as I was in that moment with Chance.
“God, I love hearing you beg, Violet.”
He circled my clit while I writhed against him, and all it took was for him to assert just the perfect amount of pressure with his thumb for me to spiral into the abyss, crying out as I shattered against him. He continued to use his fingers to help me prolong the sensation. As with everything else, Chance knew exactly what I needed at that moment.
I’d never come so quickly before, and it was the first time someone had gotten me off without me asking first. Chance had proven himself to be nothing if not a gentleman.
He had only just slipped his fingers from my panties when I made a move to pull his boxers down, freeing his hard cock from its confines. He released a low and heady groan as my hand encircled him at the base, gently running it up and down the length.
“You don’t—have to,” he choked out.
I had learned by now that Chance would always give me an out, butheshould have learned by now that I wasn’t going to take it. What he couldn’t have predicted was when I moved down the bed slightly, making it easier for me to take him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck…” Chance grunted.
