“I have a driver who can take us anywhere you want.” He grins.
“Really? Anywhere?” So many ideas. Chance bites his bottom lip.
We overhear Evan telling Blake and Charlotte that they should head out, that he wants to be alone. “Guess that’s our cue to leave,” I say as we make our way out.
“Hey, wait up,” Blake calls out after us. “Where are you guys going?”
“Derrick was going to show me around Paris. What about you guys?” Chance asks. Blake frowns as he looks between Chance and me.
“Charlotte, you live here, you should take Blake out,” I tell her. Her cheeks bloom pink.
“You’d want to show me around?” Blake asks, sounding surprised.
“Sure. If you want to hang out,” she answers timidly.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiles. This is too cute.
“Dang, I only have my Vespa here,” Charlotte says.
“Are you not allowed passengers?” Blake asks.
“No, I can take one, just don’t have a second helmet, and your head is pretty precious.” She smirks, before realizing how that sounds. “I mean, ’cause you’re a rock star and you know …” she says, flustered.
Blake chuckles. “Let’s stop at a bike shop and buy me a helmet, and then you can show me around,” he tells her. “Meet back at the hotel around four? Don’t think Evan will be cool if he finds out his sister and I have gone out together.”
“Yeah, we will meet you downstairs at four,” Chance says before looking at his watch. “I’m all yours for a couple of hours.” He grins as we head to the van.
We climb in and I explain to the driver that we would like to do a city sights tour, that we don’t want to get out, just drive, and that we must be back at the hotel by four. He nods, and I press the privacy screen between the driver and us, locking us into our own little world.
“I’m surprised to see you,” I confess to him.
“I’m surprised I’m here.” He smirks back.
“I’ve been enjoying our phone calls.” I grin.
“Me too.” Chance agrees as we look at each other. Deafening silence falls between us, and the next thing I know, he launches himself at me.
“Fuck, Chance.” I groan as his lips meet mine, and my fingers drag through his hair. How I’ve missed kissing him. I hate that this guy gives me butterflies. It’s the first time in a long time that anyone has, and yet I know he is going to break my heart because of who he is. We pull apart for a moment, our foreheads pressed together as we try to control our labored breaths. “I think you should sit back and enjoy Paris while I enjoy your dick.” I smirk, sinking to my knees.
Chance arches a brow. “Is this the Derrick Jones Paris experience?”
This makes me laugh. “This is the VIP service.” My hand finds the band of his sweatpants and pulls them down, his dick already standing to attention. “Remember, eyes on the view not me, sweetheart.” I wink before taking his dick in my mouth.
“Fuck, D,” Chance curses as his hands run through my hair before his fingers anchor against the strands holding me where he wants me. Pushing his cock down the back of my throat, it thickens with every gag I make around him. “Yes. I’ve missed this.” He groans as he starts to take over, using my hair ashis reins as he fucks my face. Guessing he really did miss this. Chance continues to bruise my throat with his dick, but I don’t care. I love it. He takes what he wants until he can’t anymore, and a strangled groan falls from those lips as he comes down my throat. My dick is leaking, my balls are tight, I am on a knife’s edge where any tiny thing could push me over the edge, and I’m not ready to come in my pants like some horny teen.
Chance looks down at me, and what he sees has him pulling me up off my knees and getting on his own. “You’re about to burst, aren’t you?” I nod because I am doing everything in my power not to tip over the edge. Chance quickly pulls my dick from my jeans, and as soon as his lips wrap around it my entire body relaxes.
“Yes,” I groan as that perfect mouth does all the things to me. My balls tingle as I lie back and let this man take away all my stress, this is what I’ve needed. Nothing beats a good blowjob. “Fuck.” I twitch as he surprises me by pushing me over the edge before I realize it. Every little bit of tension comes out through my dick and down his throat. “Shit, Chance, you sucked the life out of me.” He continues to lick up any bits left over as my dick flops around.
“Looks like you needed that.” He smirks, wiping his lips.
“I did, so much.” I reach out and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. So hot. I pull him back up onto the seat, but don’t let his lips go, and we lose ourselves in the moment.
“She’s going to be okay,” Chance says as he notices the hitch in my breathing as tears start to slide down my cheeks. He pulls me into a hug and holds me as I break down.
“Sienna is family. She’s my ride or die. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her,” I tell him.
“Hey, she’s safe. She has the best team looking after her here. Plus, she has you, and you make anyone feel good,” he reassures me. I look up at him, that was the sweetest thing. “I mean it,Derrick. You make me feel special. No one has ever made me feel like that before.” He cups my face. “You’re special to me,” he confesses.
