“You,” he declares.
“There’s lube and condoms in the bedside drawer,” I tell him. He nods and grabs them.
“Do you mind if I watch?” Ricardo asks.
“No. Do you mind if he fucks me?” I ask him.
“Hell no. I’m hoping in twenty minutes I’m able to get a turn,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me. You and me both. When we pull away from each other, we watch as Chance undresses. My eyes trace every cut muscle of his lean body as he slides the condom on. Those blue-green eyes lock on mine as he continues to tug on his cock. Teasing me. Chance then leans over my body, his hands staying on either side of my face as he looms over me.
“Line me up, Derrick,” he demands. I do as he says, grab his dick, and line him up with my hole. He pushes against it ever so softly, testing me, which pulls a moan from my lips and a grin across his. “So tight.” He smirks as he slowly rocks against me. “You’re so fucking hot, Derrick. I noticed you as soon as I walked in,” he whispers into my ear.
“Fuck, Chance.”
“I will, let me in and I’ll fuck you so good.” He slowly rocks against me, inching in deeper. This is torture. My hands run down his body, reach the curve of his ass, and grip him tightly as I pull him inside of me.
“So tight.” He hisses, before his mouth captures mine in a searing kiss. Yes! As we devour each other, Chance slowly drags himself almost out of me and then thrusts deeper back into me. This man knows what he’s doing and is doing it well. “Fuck, Derrick.”
“Fuck me, Chance. Fuck me.” And he does. Hard and fast, we are both panting as he takes what he wants until my cock is hard again, standing between us, which Ricardo notices and he starts jerking me off. This is intense. I don’t have many threesomes, this is probably my fourth one. The room is filled with the sounds of my grunts and moans, and the smell of sex swirls in the air until Chance groans his release and I do my own which ends up all over my stomach.
Fuck.
This wasn’t at all how I saw my night going, but I’m happy it’s turned out this way.
Ricardo left after a couple more hours of play, leaving Chance and me exhausted in bed.
“I think I should probably go,” Chance says, getting out of bed. I nod. I’m not going to beg someone to stay. I watch in silence as he gets dressed.
“I thought you were straight?” I ask Chance, which stills him.
“Um …” He runs his hand through his hair, showing off those thick biceps, the tattoos visible from under the fabric.
“You don’t owe me an explanation, it was more of an observation. I had fun with you tonight.”
“I did too,” he confesses.
“I’m assuming no one knows this side of you?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “I get it. I’m sure your adoring female fans would be devastated to know you’re not interested in them.”
“But I am,” he snaps.
Oh.
“You like women?”
“Yes.”
“But you also like men?”
“Yes. It’s not a big deal, okay,” he says, getting upset.
“I know it’s not. Just making conversation,” I tell him.
He scrubs his face. “Sorry. Just … no one can know.” He’s in the closet, I see.
“I understand,” I reassure him.
Chance looks relieved as he walks back around the bed and sits down beside me again. “Can we do it again?” he asks, biting his bottom lip nervously.
“The threesome? I’m sure Ricardo is up for it.”
