“Yes, yes, yes.” He groans.
“My turn.” Chance tells Ernesto, who pulls himself out of me. There are a couple of moments while I’m just hanging there being moved about, and then I’m being lowered onto Chance’s cock. He looks up at me with a devilish grin as I slide onto his cock. “Yes.” He hisses as I engulf him. I can’t move, all I can do is enjoy Chance’s thrusts as he fucks me.
And fuck me he does.
“That was so good.” Chance moans as Ernesto gets me down from the contraption.
“So good.” I chuckle as my body feels like it’s run a marathon.
“I suggest you both have a shower, while I bid you both a farewell,” Ernesto says.
“Thanks.” I nod as I try to make my legs move.
Chance walks naked into the bathroom, and I hear the shower start, and I follow suit. I’m confused at how the night has gone and as much fun as it was, I’m disappointed in myself for falling back into bed with Chance. I was supposed to be stronger than that. He opens the shower door for me, and I step in, letting the warm water relieve my aching muscles.
“That was fun. I can’t wait to explore more of what this island has on offer.” He grins as he lathers himself up.
“Who knew something like this existed?” I do the same and wash myself. We both fall silent as we clean.
Then we step out and grab the robes hanging in the bathroom. “Want a beer?” I ask him.
“Yeah. That would be nice,” he answers.
Grabbing the bucket of beers that are still out by the pool, I bring them back inside to the living room. I hand one to Chance, grab one for myself, and take a seat. “So …” I start.
“D, I get it, you’re kicking me out,” Chance says, sipping his beer.
“No, I’m just … not sure what to do.”
“Would you hate it if I asked to stay?” Chance asks.
“The night?” I question him, and he nods. “And then what?”
“I’ll leave in the morning. I don’t want the night to end, and I miss cuddling you,” he confesses.
“Chance …” I say his name in warning.
“Nothing more. I promise. Just old-fashioned cuddling, and then I’ll be gone. You and I can explore Paradise as if tonight never happened.”
“I’m not ashamed of what happened tonight, it was fun …”
“But it was a one-time thing,” Chance answers for me.
“Yes. Does that make me a horrible person? I kind of want to explore what else is on offer on the island,” I tell him honestly.
He nods. “I appreciate the honesty, D. You have always been honest with me. Besides my bandmates, you’re the only other person I can trust in my life.”
Oh.
“I’m a fucked-up person, D. Therapy has made me see that, I have a lot of demons in my life that I need to quell before I can truly be with anyone.”
“Anyone, as in female or male?”
Chance takes a sip of his beer, contemplating that question. “Honestly, I don’t know. Who knows which way I’ll lean when my journey is over.”
“As long as you are happy, it doesn’t matter who you end up with. Life is too short, Chance, to not live it authentically,” I tell him.
“I know. I’m working on it,” he says sadly.
