Next - Second Chances

CHAPTER 2

Less than thirty minutes later, Nolan was buried balls deep inside her, pounding hard as she lay back on her bed, and he stood against it, his thighs shaking the mattress. She was still wearing the dress, but he had pulled the top down over her breasts when he kissed, licked, and bit on them before she took a condom out of her purse and rolled it down over his leaking c**k.

He moaned and groaned so much she was afraid he was going to be a two-pump chump, but he was astounding her. He changed the pace and the angle at will. Just when she was getting used to him, and starting to reach for her own release, he pulled out, gripped her hips to turn her over, then pulled her ass back to get her onto her knees.

Nick gripped the sheets and pushed back onto his c**k but he slid into her slowly, causing her to moan, a low elongated sound that rippled from the base of her throat. She cried out, wanting him to go harder, faster, needing him to ravage her.

When they left the bar, they made out against the passenger door of his car. When they were driving, she groped him over his trousers and was just reaching for the button when he parked outside her apartment. He fondled her breasts as she fumbled with the keys and his hand never left her ass as they walked up the two flights of stairs to her apartment.

When she got the door open, he pushed in after her, then slammed her against the closed door, dropped to his knees and ate her out right there in her hallway. The memory of that orgasm made the next one rush to her convulsing core.

“f**k, yes, right there!” That didn’t sound like her voice, but she felt the rumble in the base of her throat.

He gripped her hip with one hand and reached around to pinch her n****e with the other, and she clenched around him. He yelled out, his grip tightened, and he rooted himself into her as he came. His throbbing c**k spasmed against her inner walls, prolonging her own orgasm that shuddered out to her very extremities and made her lose her grip on the sheets. She fell to her stomach, and he came with her, his arms wrapped around her torso, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades.

“Jesus…” he muttered, his words hot and panted against her overheated skin.

“Yeah…Jesus,” she agreed as she struggled to catch her breath.

She felt him kiss her shoulders, then a trail down her back as far as he could reach as he pushed off the bed and stood up. He put his hands on her ass and pushed his still hard c**k into her in a slow rocking motion, taking it out more and more until finally they disconnected. She tried not to hear him sigh even though she couldn’t help releasing a slight whimper of her own.

She heard him pad across the room in a staggered shuffle as he pulled up his trousers and tugged off the condom. He left the en-suite bathroom door ajar, and she heard him use the toilet, then the taps running before he came back. She opened her eyes and watched him walk towards her. His top was gone, she thought she had discarded it somewhere outside the bedroom, and his trousers were open, barely clinging to his hips all but for the grace of god.

When he sat on the side of the bed and lifted his leg to open his boots, she pushed herself up and stood by the end of the bed.

“Um…what are you doing?” she asked.

“Taking off my boots.”

“No need. I’m good.”

She walked across the room and pulled a t-shirt from a drawer, then slipped it on. It came down to her mid-thigh and was way too big for her, which she hoped would make him wonder if it was another guy’s shirt. It was always a good way to kill the mood and set some expectations.

She ran her hands through her hair, thick brown wavy locks that hung just past her shoulders, then quickly tied it up into a messy ponytail.

“You want me to leave?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good for now, thanks though,” she said, as if she was dismissing a door to door salesman of unwanted trinkets.

She avoided his eyes and instead hurried past him and went into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door as another clear signal this transaction was complete. She used the toilet, washed her hands and face, then brushed her teeth. She thought of taking a shower, but before she did that she wanted to be sure he was gone. She usually knew better than to take a man home to her apartment. It was always hard to get rid of them after the fact. Getting out of their places was always easier. But he lived all the way across town, and she was so much closer, which, at the time, when her hand was caressing his hardening c**k in the car, it seemed like a good idea.

Nick opened the door slowly, and saw the bedroom was empty. She tentatively walked out to the hall and noticed the trail of his clothing they had left in their wake earlier was gone. She peered around the corner to peek into the kitchen, but it was empty too. With a sigh of relief, she raced to the door, put the chain lock into place and turned the bolt, then puffed a breath up her face and chuckled.

Definitely a record she said to herself as she started back towards her bedroom, but her eyes snagged on something that brought her up short. The notepad on her fridge she used to remind herself of what groceries she needed, had an unusual scrawl across it. She cautiously moved towards it, knowing full well what she was about to read but not really wanting to possess the information. Curiosity, though, was a b***h.

She ripped off the top page and held it close enough to reach, then sighed. Written in an oddly beautiful cursive script that still looked bold and masculine was his name and phone number. No added notes like “thank you” or “call me”, just the facts.

“Nolan Chance,” she read, and she traced his name with one finger, then smiled before she crumpled up the page and tossed it into the trash.