I get between his legs and grab the waistband of his swim trunks. I bite my lower lip as I pull his shorts down, feeling my heart race as his cock comes into view. Of course, it’s perfect; well, I’m not well versed in the cock department, but I’m assuming his is pretty perfect.
Chance helps me get his swim trunks off. I lean down and drag my tongue from the base to the tip, using his moans and groans as my guide. I swirl my tongue around the head before wrapping my lips around his length.
The moment I engulf him in my mouth his fingers grip my hair. Up and down my head bobs, sucking and licking until he’s squirming. I wrap my hand around the base and pump it as I continue to suck. “Fuck, Laken, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
That’s all I need to hear before I increase the pressure with both my hand and mouth. “Laken… Oh shit,” he moans as he come in my mouth. I swallow the salty, sticky fluid and then lick the head clean.
Chance grabs me under my arms and pulls me until I’m on top of him. “Was that okay?” I worry my bottom lip, nervous that he didn’t like it. Sure, he came, but that’s usually not an issue for guys.
Instead of answering me, he kisses me hard on the lips. He rolls us until he’s on top and between my legs. “Baby, that was amazing. As much as I want to pull those little bottoms off and bury my tongue in your pussy, I would like to take you out to dinner.”
His words make my belly flutter and my pulse race. “What about Ava?” I don’t want to be gone when she gets back or for his parents to think that I’m just dumping her with them.
“Before we leave, we’ll check in with them.”
“Okay, but I didn’t bring anything super nice to wear.”
He gets off of me and holds out his hand to help me up. “You’d look sexy in a burlap sack.” Chance turns to grab shorts out of his dresser, and I won’t lie—I totally check him out. His backside is almost as good as his front … almost.
Once his shorts are on, he walks me to the door. “Go get ready, and we’ll leave in an hour.” Chance gives me a searing kiss that makes my toes curl before pushing me out of his room with a chuckle.
I grab my toiletries and head into the bathroom. I strip off my clothes and look at myself, naked in the mirror. My skin is sun-kissed and flushed from my encounter with Chance.
After Brandon, I didn’t think about sex and I certainly didn’t want it. Chance has awoken something inside of me, and desire pools in my belly. I climb into the shower and turn the lever, moaning as the water runs down my overheated skin.
I make quick work of washing my hair and then my body, taking the extra time to groom myself. Nothing is going to happen between us tonight, but I want to feel pretty for Chance.
When I close my eyes, I think about his cock in my mouth … the way his hands fisted in my hair. I reach between my legs and find myself slick with arousal. I brace my hand on the wall as I moan, rubbing my clit.
It only takes seconds before I feel the stirrings of my orgasm. Jesus, I should be embarrassed that I’m coming so quickly, but the orgasm comes fast. To keep from being caught, I bite my lower lip as my orgasm flows through my body.
I lean against the cold tile wall and try to catch my breath. When I step out, I quickly dry off and then moisturize from top to bottom. I decide to wear my hair au natural. I comb it out and then spritz it with sea salt spray. I flip my head upside down and give my hair a quick scrunch.
With my towel wrapped around me I open the door to the bedroom. “Oh my God!” I screech, and Pixy falls straight over. I drop to my knees next to him. “Chance!” I scream as tears start to spill from my eyes.
I’ve killed their goat, and they’re going to hate me forever—I’m a goat killer.
“Lake, what is…” He sees Pixy on the ground and starts to laugh.
“Why are you laughing? I just killed him. Please do something,” I plead.
Chance sees my tears and rushes over to me. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. Pixy is a fainting goat. If something startles him, he falls over. Give him a minute, and he’ll be up walking around; I promise.”
He reaches out and brushes the tears out of my eyes. “He’s okay?” I ask. Ugh, I’m such an ugly crier. I’m probably scaring Chance.
“He’s fine.” Sure enough, a few seconds later Pixy gets up and looks at me then Chance before he does his little goat strut out of the room. “See, I told you…” His eyes slide down my body, and I don’t miss the way his cheeks turn pink.
I look down, and that’s when I see my towel is covering my breasts only. My girly bits are uncovered for all to see. “Oh God.” I quickly adjust my towel. Chance tries to help, and one of my boobs pops out. “Shit.” I scramble to stand, securing my towel. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
Chance and I look at each other and start laughing hysterically. He pulls me into a hug and then kisses me fully on the mouth. He pulls away and smiles down at me. “My parents texted me this picture.”
He holds up his phone and turns it toward
