The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 58

Song recommendation: A million dreams—Anthem lights.

She bit her bottom lip to hold back a moan from the intense, unexpected pleasure. Her toes curled as she tried to keep her feet on the ground.

His face was close to hers with his lips hovering barely half an inch away, but it suddenly felt too far. She slid a hand behind his head and pulled him down, kissing him.

Her phone rang in her purse that had been thrown onto the couch, forcing them to stop. She wobbled towards it and grabbed her phone out of her purse, but instead of answering it, she turned it off. Then she turned to him and pushed him against the wall using one hand. His breath hitched with the motion of her little fingers against the fabric of his shirt. She played with a button for what felt like forever before finally undoing it and he couldn’t take the tension anymore. He ripped it open, sending buttons flying and the white shirt onto the ground to be soon followed by her top.

"That was my favorite shirt." She whined, seeing it in ruins.

"That okay. You look better wearing nothing anyway." He snaked a hand around her back and tried to find the strap of her bra, groaning when he couldn’t feel it. "How does this thing work?"

She took his hand with a smile and placed it between her boobs where he felt a barely noticeable hook.

The soft curves of her boobs were suddenly in his line of sight, tempting him to touch them. His dick throbbed impatiently at the beautiful sight before him.

"Touch them." She whispered seductively. "Go on, you know you want to."

He did, but he was terrified at the same time. What if this was a dream and he woke up as soon as he touched them? What if, even if he was not dreaming, it jolted her out of her trance?

She pressed her body against him, feeling his warm skin against her boobs. She looked up and their lips connected, and the nearly foreign feeling made her close her eyes. He ravished her lips like he was starving for a taste of them—and he was. Six years. He had no idea how he had managed to stay away from her for so long but he knew he wouldn’t be able to for a day longer.

She was floating before she realized it and amid his ravaging kisses, she landed softly on the living area couch.

She let her hands roam his body and caught his belt, which he let her undo as he stroked her boobs gently. When she finally managed to open the complicated belt with a little help from him, she pulled his pants down along with his briefs and held his dick in her hand.

"Are you sure?" He asked, fondling with the fabric of her panties.

She nodded. She knew this was probably a mistake and she might regret it but she didn’t care right now. All that mattered was how his touch made her feel and she gave in to it, helping him slide the knickers off her body. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and neither of them cared about it now. He positioned himself between her legs and, raising one leg to his waist, gently slid into her. She whimpered and grabbed onto his shoulders, their eyes meeting. The warmth of her was nearly too intense to handle, and he nearly came from how firmly she was squeezing him.

He held her waist with both sides and gently picked up a rhythm, his eyes glued onto the part where their bodies joined. Her lips parted in a restrained moan and he leaned down to kiss them.

"Don’t hold back." He enticed her. "Let yourself go."

And she did. Her nails stubbed into his arms and back as he thrust into her harder and faster with each stroke. He pulled out for long enough to slide her skirt off her body but that felt like forever. He turned her around and was relieved to be back inside her, with nothing between them.

She grabbed onto the armrest for support while he held her waist with one hand and pressed the other down her back. His palm landed on her butt out of the blue and she was startled.

"That’s for weaponizing me, little minx." He held her boob below them and quickened his thrusts, knocking air out of her lungs each time until they both came to their climax one after another, breathlessly slumping onto the armrest.

He remained inside her for a while, stroking her boobs while they calmed from the euphoria.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked when he pulled out of her.

She knew why he was asking. They had not talked about it beforehand and just rolled with it. She nodded.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t..."

"No, it’s okay." She assured him and slid off the couch to clean up. She was alright, aside from her trembling legs.

She had forgotten to take a change of clothes before going to the shower so when she was done, she didn’t have anything to wear. She could have wrapped a towel around her body but she didn’t want to. So she walked out of the shower wearing nothing and went to his room to grab a change of clothes.

He had nothing but a towel around his waist and was going to take a shower when he saw her. He grabbed her by the waist as soon as he set his eyes on her.

"I only came to take my clothes." She protested, not that she had anything against him holding her like he was.

"Clothes can wait." He cupped her boob, this time not hesitating to take her nipple in his mouth. She felt his hardening cock between them and peeled his towel off with one finger.

....

By the time they set off for Imperium, they were exhausted and would have stayed another night to rest if they didn’t have to get back to work. She couldn’t keep track of how many times they’d made love, and the fact that she would have loved to do it again if they were not out of time scared the crap out of her.

"You’re not going to ghost me, are you?" He made a joke as he drove. It was almost as if he could read her mind and she wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

"I didn’t think about that." She smiled. While it was terrifying to consider the possibility of history repeating itself, she was certain no such thing would happen, and she was not going to act like a teenager and run as soon as things took an unexpected turn.

"Actually, I was going to talk about that." She started.

"Should I stop the car?" He joked.

"No. It’s not going to be shocking." She attempted to sound serious and failed, so she went ahead to speak under his flirtatious eyes.

"I thought about your two-day arrangement." She started, trying to ignore his fiery eyes on her lips. He was staring at them and it had less to do with what she was saying and more to do with his urge to kiss them again.

"Mmh?" He hummed and she wasn’t sure whether he had heard her.

"I feel it’s too short. Maybe we could have a week each? However, we will have to discuss it with his tutors in future so they know where his classes should be each week." She suggested, immediately realizing her reason didn’t make much sense. "I think it’s easier for them to keep track of weeks instead of days."

"I’m sure they will be able to go along with whatever schedule you set." He countered.

"No. If it’s hard for them..." She was confused when he pulled over at the side out of the blue. "What are you doing?"

His hand slid between her legs. "Are you finding excuses to see me less?"

"What? No. Why would you even think of it that way?" She frantically denied his claim, which convinced him even more that he was right.

"Well, if you don’t want to see me, Mabella could pick him up from your place on my days and drop him off on yours." He suggested. She nodded. Although she was reluctant to admit it, it did make things less awkward between them.

She was a little disappointed when he pulled his hand out from under her dress–not that she would ever admit it–but she knew he didn’t want to risk getting a ticket for public indecency.

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"Am i out of my mind?" She paced her office hours later.

Having just arrived in Imperium, she had chosen to resume work as soon as possible, so Damon had dropped her off at Vaillant Telecommunications.

The gossipy Mina was on her heel, pleading for gossip despite knowing she would get none.

"Come on, tell me all the juicy details." She begged.

"I don’t kiss and tell." Avery shrugged her off, though what she and Damon did was less kissing and more... "That’s not important. What I need to know is how I could so easily fall for a scam when the truth was before my eyes. Every detail was listed in the proposal, right?"

She returned to sit and inspect it all over again. "How could I not question him when he came up with such important information that was coincidentally not on the proposal?"

"Well, because he’s charming?" Mina gave another silly response.

She rolled her eyes. "No one is reliable anymore. I can’t even trust my son."