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With my hand in his, he led me through the hallways, avoiding partygoers and staff alike, up a different back staircase, spilling out into the same wide hallway where Amanda had taken me earlier in the evening. But Chance led me to a different door.
Beyond the threshold, the room was distinctly masculine, awash in variations of greys across each surface, the obvious elegant touches of his mother still visible. While Chance made haste to lock the door behind us, it struck me that the room was completely void of anything that seemed particular to Chance. Sadly, not a single photograph was in sight. Not one with him in it, or one he had taken.
“Rather depressing, I know.” He came up behind me, coiling his arms around my waist and pulling my back to his clearly aroused front.
“Where is your photography?” I craned my head to look at him.
Chance chuckled. “It wasn’t considered a worthwhile pursuit, and my work was therefore ineligible from sullying the walls.”
But Amanda had things hung up that were personal to her and didn’t match the fancy veneer of the mansion. Maybe Chance didn’t want the reminder of how his life was being decided for him.
“How long is this going to take to get off?” Chance impatiently tugged at the strings of the corseted back of the dress, having already undone the bow Amanda had so neatly tied.
“Just loosen them; you don’t have to unlace the entire thing,” I advised him over my shoulder.
I could feel the heat rolling off him as he tugged and pulled at the strings. I held the bodice against my front and stopped him when I sensed it was loose enough. Stepping out of my heels and kicking them to the side, I turned around to face Chance.
Slowly, I stepped backward toward the bed. “There’s no chance your parents are going to barge in here?” I questioned, just to be sure.
Chance shook his head slowly, his eyes hooded, focused on me and my retreating form. “You better not be running from me now.” He began to stalk toward me, unbuttoning his shirt as he progressed.
“Nowhere to go.” I shrugged, letting the dress drop to the floor, exposing me completely, save for my black lace panties and the gifted necklace.
Chance froze, his gaze instantly heated, and his jaw slackened while he slowly drank me in from head to toe.
“I think I’m done running,” I told him, hopping up on the bed, already feeling entirely aroused just from the way Chance’s eyes had darkened.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, little muse,” he threatened, as he continued undressing, slowly making his way to the bed.
“I wouldn’t dare,” I teased.
“Take your panties off. I want to see all of you,” Chance commanded.
“You do it,” I challenged, feeling a wave of desire course through me. It had never felt like this before. I’d never been with anyone that had driven me so crazy with lust.
Chance shook his head, glowering at me as he crawled up onto the bed, making his way to me as I leaned against the headboard, waiting for him. I no longer thought I was imagining the fact that he was clearly turned on when I sassed him. I’d have to file that away for later.
He dragged the fabric down my legs at a torturous pace, delighting when he could see I was growing impatient and already wet for him. Chance kissed and sucked his way back up to my mouth, paying special attention to my breasts, laving the flat of his tongue against my nipples.
Leaning on his elbow to make sure his weight did not shift on top of me, he used his leg to force mine open while he explored my mouth, occasionally taking breaks to nip and suck on other sensitive areas nearby. His hand reached down my body, finding my center. I bucked against him when he found my clit.
When I tried to reach to pull his boxers down, he practically pulled away. “You first. I’ll wait my turn,” he said into my mouth, continuing his stroking a moment later.
Any noise I made incensed him. His eyes would dart to mine, his trademark smirk would deepen, and I could only writhe on the precipice of both pleasure and agony.
All previous sexual partners paled in comparison to how Chance made my body sing for him. Just like he could read me like a book, he always seemed to know exactly what I needed, often before even I did. Sometimes that worked to my advantage; other times, when he was feeling naughty, it worked against me.
“Fuck, Chance…” I cursed, arching into his hand, begging for more friction. “Please let me come,” I keened.
“I do love it when you say ‘please.’” He smiled against my lips, finally providing enough pressure in just the right area for me to combust. He continued to stroke me, but at a much slower pace and with a lighter touch, so I could ride out my orgasm as long as possible.
I groaned in pleasure as he moved over me, slipping his boxers off, his erect cock bobbing against his stomach. Using one hand to stroke himself, he made use of the other to gently position my legs around him, right where he wanted them.
Lowering himself to close the distance between us, he used his hands to massage my breasts while continuing to kiss me so deeply I was barely able to keep track of anything other than the embers of my previous arousal slowly catching once more.
His hips began to move, his cock slipping through my arousal. It was easily the most sensual thing I’d ever been a part of. I thought I might combust if he didn’t fuck me already. I’d never been so needy for a man before.
