No Chance by Lisa Suzanne

CHAPTER 35: HANNAH

“Mm,” I moan as I push off his jacket. His lips cover mine and our tongues tangle together the second we get Chance down in his crib. I closed the bedroom door and we’re out in the living area of this suite just in case he wakes. I guess I’m sort of taking control here—something I’m not at all used to doing—but I want it again. I want his kisses and his thrusts and his body. I want to tip over the edge of pleasure and I want him to crash down with me. And I don’t just want all that for myself. I want to give him pleasure, too.

He tears off the jacket and his shirt a second later, and then he grapples with my shirt. He tosses it onto the floor and he pulls me up onto him. I link my legs around his waist as he carries me over to a little wet bar, and he sets me on the countertop, his mouth never leaving mine until I’m sitting.

I let out a moan of disapproval when his mouth breaks from mine, and he grunts as if my sounds are pushing him into a new realm. The feeling of power that washes over me at that is indescribable.

We kiss there for a while before he helps me out of my jeans, and then he kneels down and kisses his way up my thigh. Nerves rattle around in my chest for what’s coming next.

I’ve had sex before...but I’ve never done this before.

He spreads my legs open a little wider and moves back. He studies me, and when his eyes move up to meet mine, his are hooded with lust. “So pink. So pretty. So fucking wet for me.” His words are soft and simple and an ache presses between my legs where he kneels.

He leans forward and presses a kiss there, but it does nothing to quell the ache. If anything, it only intensifies.

And then he swipes his tongue through me, and holy shit I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything as good as his tongue. Those little white stars are already edging their way in and he’s barely touched me.

My body bucks up off the counter as my vagina tries to reach out for him herself.

And then he gets to work.

He dips his tongue inside me before moving it out to flick at my clit. He does this over and over, a pattern of expertise that drives me closer and closer to the brink. I clutch onto his hair. I don’t want to stop his progress, but I need something to grasp and his head is the closest thing. I can’t even think straight as the stars turn into fireworks, and then my legs seem to take on a mind of their own as they clamp around his head.

I fly into my climax, and he doesn’t stop with his tongue as the waves of pleasure crash over me. He licks through me with every wild pulse of my body, and I thrash around as I lose control. His hold on my thighs is the only thing keeping me planted on the counter, and I only realize that as the throbs slow and I start to relax. I slouch back and bump into the wall, and I stay there a few beats as I try to regain some semblance of myself again.

“Wow,” I murmur.

He stands and wipes his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. He chuckles. “Yeah. Wow. I’ve wanted a taste of that for a while now, and it was even more delicious than I imagined.”

His words meet their intended effect when a new ripple of need travels down my spine.

Somehow I’m ready to go again. The ache and the need are back even though he just satisfied me seconds ago.

He helps me down from the counter. We embrace a few beats, his body warm against mine, and then the overwhelming urge to help him lose control the way I just did pulses through me.

I want a taste even though I’m nervous.

Actually, nervous doesn’t really describe what I’m feeling.

I’m terrified.

What if I’m not good enough? What if I suck at this? What if he hates it and doesn’t want me anymore? What if he runs away from me and out of my life because I can’t do this?

I pull back out of his arms with a sigh. Ifs and buts actually are making me nuts right now.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, genuine concern furrowing his brow.

“I, um...I want to do that for you, too,” I say, and my tone indicates that there’s a but coming, so I just get right to it. “But I’ve never actually done that before.”

His brows rise. “You’ve never given head?”

I shake my head, and his lips curl into this sexy little grin.

“Well, Hannah,” he says, and he backs up to pull his shirt over his head. He follows that up by unbuckling his belt and flicking the button of his jeans. “Allow me to be your playground of practice.” He drops his jeans at those words, and I can’t help my laugh.

And my own laughter seems to instantly calm me. It’s sort of incredible how he has the power to do that. “Just be nice to me. I’m new at this.”

“I promise,” he says, holding up a hand.

I get down awkwardly onto my knees right in the middle of the living area of our suite, and I stare at the monster in front of me. He jammed that into my body once, and it was pure magic. But now I’m supposed to fit the whole thing into my mouth?

I’ll give it a try, I guess.

I start slow. I grab him in my hand and make a fist, and I lightly move my fist down his shaft. I tighten my grip a bit and move up and down some more, and he hisses his pleasure. I lick the tip, and he moans, which only serves to push me to do more so I can hear him make those sounds of praise again.

I lick my way down his shaft, which he follows with another moan. And then I take him into my mouth. He’s thick steel that’s somehow soft beneath my tongue, and I pull him in as far as I can. Once he bumps the back of my throat, I let up a little before I do it again.

“Fuck yes, Hannah,” he murmurs, and butterflies start racing around my stomach at his approval. I suck him further in before I let go, and I do that over and over a few times.

His hand moves into my hair, and he holds my head in place as he thrusts his hips toward my mouth. “Oh God,” he murmurs. “Yes, baby, just like that. Take it all in.” He pushes his hips in a little harder, and I take nearly his entire length into my mouth. He leaves it there a few beats before he pulls back, and I suck as hard as I can as he moves. 

I thought this would be harder or my throat would close up or I’d hate it, but knowing how much I’m pleasuring him makes it somehow sexy and intimate and beautiful.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna lose it,” he groans, I don’t stop doing what I’m doing just like he didn’t stop when I hit my climax. Instead, I suck harder, and seconds later, I taste the hot jets of his come as he hits his release.

I keep sucking, swallowing when my mouth fills and taking still more in. And then he stops, and he pulls himself out. He looks down at me, and I look up at him. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, too, and he reaches his fingertips down to cup my chin.

“Fuck, Hannah,” he rasps. “You sure that was your first time? Because you’re really good at that.”

I shrug modestly, and he chuckles before he hauls me up into his arms. He kisses me softly, and then we get ready for bed.