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Chance tried to think of a way to cover up the words or to hide them away, but Rory was already shaking his head and turning around.
“There’s nothing special about me, Chance. I’m just a man…with an excellent tattoo.”
Rory tried to make it a joke, but Chance could see the doubt in those wounded eyes. He stood up and forced himself to keep his gaze locked there in those blue depths rather than letting it wander to the glinting silver rings he wanted to tug on.
“You’re wrong, Rory. I don’t expect you to believe me, not yet, but it’s true. I haven’t been with anyone in a long, long time until you grabbed me at the club. Would have ran out of there if I could have, but you caught me, and then I didn’t want to run.”
Chance was afraid of revealing too much, setting himself up for a hurt he might not recover from. He couldn’t stand there and let Rory think he was anything less than extraordinary, though. He just couldn’t, and damned if he knew why. Rory opened his mouth to say something, maybe argue, but Chance was done talking. He was only digging himself a deeper hole and it was time to stop.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
44
Chapter Eight
Rory opened his mouth up to point out that Chance was probably just taken by surprise at the club, or maybe to ask just how long a long, long time was. He didn’t even get a word out before the man jumped up off the bed then his mouth was full of Chance—his tongue, lips and teeth, the taste of the man so seductive and sweet that Rory didn’t think he would ever get enough.
He nipped at Chance’s lip, bowing his back when the other man nipped back harder.
The pain from the bite shot straight to Rory’s cock. He had to thrust, rubbing his achingly hard dick against Chance’s straining length. He’d felt it, stroked it, and dreamt of it, but what he really wanted was to see it and taste it before he felt it again—deep inside him, rather than in his hand. Rory was sure he’d never see a cock like that again, not up close and personal, and he’d never seen one near to that size before—though, granted, his sexual experience was rather limited.
“Please. Fuck me, Chance.” Rory murmured the words into Chance’s mouth, felt a tremor work through the other man as he swallowed the request. Chance stepped back and turned to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and rifling through until he grunted and took out a tube of lube, which he tossed on the bed, and…a paper? He faced Rory and thrust the paper at him. Rory took it, watching the other man and trying not to stare down at the erection he wanted so badly.
“It’s current. I just got it when you got yours, so we can… I mean, if you want… Damn it!” Chance stared at a spot over Rory’s left shoulder and looked so uncomfortable that Rory wanted to hug him. Instead, he read the paper that informed him Chance was healthy and clean. He jerked his eyes up to the other man’s, grinning like a fool.
“Oh yeah, I want.” Rory handed the paper back and finally looked at Chance’s straining erection as he stood frozen, eyes on Rory. “I want that—” Rory pointed, then unable to resist any longer, reached out to fist the tempting rod. Chance groaned as Rory slid his hand from the bulbous head all the way to the root. Rory’s hands were big, yet he barely managed to close his hand over Chance’s girth. Then he got a little worried and glanced up to look at Chance.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
45
“Will…uh, are you sure this will fit?” Rory would rather risk an embarrassing question than an embarrassing situation. Truthfully, he hadn’t screwed around enough to know how much was too much, but he suspected the monster in front of him might just push the limit.
Chance sat the paper back on the nightstand and gave Rory a flat-handed push onto the bed.
Rory landed on his behind but leant back on his elbows, eyes drawn back to the mesmerising, scary erection
“There’s nothing special about me, Chance. I’m just a man…with an excellent tattoo.”
Rory tried to make it a joke, but Chance could see the doubt in those wounded eyes. He stood up and forced himself to keep his gaze locked there in those blue depths rather than letting it wander to the glinting silver rings he wanted to tug on.
“You’re wrong, Rory. I don’t expect you to believe me, not yet, but it’s true. I haven’t been with anyone in a long, long time until you grabbed me at the club. Would have ran out of there if I could have, but you caught me, and then I didn’t want to run.”
Chance was afraid of revealing too much, setting himself up for a hurt he might not recover from. He couldn’t stand there and let Rory think he was anything less than extraordinary, though. He just couldn’t, and damned if he knew why. Rory opened his mouth to say something, maybe argue, but Chance was done talking. He was only digging himself a deeper hole and it was time to stop.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
44
Chapter Eight
Rory opened his mouth up to point out that Chance was probably just taken by surprise at the club, or maybe to ask just how long a long, long time was. He didn’t even get a word out before the man jumped up off the bed then his mouth was full of Chance—his tongue, lips and teeth, the taste of the man so seductive and sweet that Rory didn’t think he would ever get enough.
He nipped at Chance’s lip, bowing his back when the other man nipped back harder.
The pain from the bite shot straight to Rory’s cock. He had to thrust, rubbing his achingly hard dick against Chance’s straining length. He’d felt it, stroked it, and dreamt of it, but what he really wanted was to see it and taste it before he felt it again—deep inside him, rather than in his hand. Rory was sure he’d never see a cock like that again, not up close and personal, and he’d never seen one near to that size before—though, granted, his sexual experience was rather limited.
“Please. Fuck me, Chance.” Rory murmured the words into Chance’s mouth, felt a tremor work through the other man as he swallowed the request. Chance stepped back and turned to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and rifling through until he grunted and took out a tube of lube, which he tossed on the bed, and…a paper? He faced Rory and thrust the paper at him. Rory took it, watching the other man and trying not to stare down at the erection he wanted so badly.
“It’s current. I just got it when you got yours, so we can… I mean, if you want… Damn it!” Chance stared at a spot over Rory’s left shoulder and looked so uncomfortable that Rory wanted to hug him. Instead, he read the paper that informed him Chance was healthy and clean. He jerked his eyes up to the other man’s, grinning like a fool.
“Oh yeah, I want.” Rory handed the paper back and finally looked at Chance’s straining erection as he stood frozen, eyes on Rory. “I want that—” Rory pointed, then unable to resist any longer, reached out to fist the tempting rod. Chance groaned as Rory slid his hand from the bulbous head all the way to the root. Rory’s hands were big, yet he barely managed to close his hand over Chance’s girth. Then he got a little worried and glanced up to look at Chance.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
45
“Will…uh, are you sure this will fit?” Rory would rather risk an embarrassing question than an embarrassing situation. Truthfully, he hadn’t screwed around enough to know how much was too much, but he suspected the monster in front of him might just push the limit.
Chance sat the paper back on the nightstand and gave Rory a flat-handed push onto the bed.
Rory landed on his behind but leant back on his elbows, eyes drawn back to the mesmerising, scary erection
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