Page 64 of King of Pain (Damaged Hearts #1)

It’s been a couple hours since we got back from the park. The first movie just ended, the sun dipping low behind the skyline outside Chance’s massive windows, casting the condo in a golden haze. Little G is at our feet, curled under the bottom of the blanket we’re sharing.

I stretch, looking over at Chance. “Should I start dinner?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifts awkwardly on the couch and runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m not really hungry,” he says finally. “But I’ve got some microwave popcorn for the next movie?”

I blink. Chance turning down my food?

Something’s off.

Later, as the ending credits roll on The Breakfast Club , Chance stands up and holds out his hand.

“Come with me.”

I slide my hand into his, letting him pull me up. He leads me silently down the hall, through his bedroom and into the master bathroom. He keeps the light low, then turns on the water and lets it warm. He leans back against the vanity with his eyes fixed on me.

“Undress.”

I gulp, nod slowly and start undressing. Heat blooms in my cheeks as he watches—his eyes wild, hungry. I look at him, then down at myself. “Why are you still dressed? Aren’t you coming in?”

“I will,” he says, voice low. “Just... get in first. I’ll be right in.”

I nod and step into the steam, the spray rushing over my shoulders and down my back. I close my eyes, trying to calm the anticipation curling inside me.

Suddenly, his arms surround me. Warm lips press softly to the back of my neck.

I spin, crashing my mouth to his. He returns my kiss, his tongue begging my lips for entry.

Fuck. How did I live without this?

I feel him harden against my thigh. My cock is hard as steel against his abs and I'm thrusting against him, chasing any friction I can get.

Chance grips my biceps, steadying me. “I’m going to show you something,” he murmurs against my lips.

I arch a brow. “I bet you are.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m going to show you... and it’s going toimplysomething, Ant. But you don’t have to follow through. Not unless you’re ready.”

My stomach flips. “O-okay.”

He turns slowly, placing his palms against the tile wall and pushing his hips back. And when I see it—what he’s showing me—it takes every ounce of strength I have not to come on the spot.

“Oh... holy shit.”

He glances back over his shoulder, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

“That’s why you’ve been fidgeting all day,” I breathe.

He huffs a small laugh and nods. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to pressure you.”

I step closer. My voice drops to a whisper. “Can I touch it?”

“God, yes. Please.”

I run my hands over his shoulders, down his sides, then curl them around to where the bottom of his full cheeks meets his thighs.

Fuck.

Can an ass bedescribed as well-endowed? Because that’s honestly the only way to describe Chance Sullivan’s backside.

I take my time caressing the plush, perfect globes, circling my thumb over the four-leaf clover more than once. Chance’s forehead rests against the tile, his eyes hooded in anticipation.

Deciding he’s suffered enough, I spread him slightly, providing better access. I groan at the sight and run my finger down his crease until it rests lightly on the base of the plug.

And then… I tap.

Chance sucks in a breath, his fingers clawing at the shower wall.

Before he can even recover, I start pressing on it repeatedly—gently, rhythmically.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

I’m not sure how much moreIcan take either. My cock is rock hard, pressed against his right cheek, already leaking.

I spread him open a little further and ease the plug out, holding it in my palm, stunned. It’s not long, but it’s surprisingly thick. “I can’t believe you had this in all day.”

He turns, eyes blazing with lust, lips curling into a sly smile. “In case you weren’t aware, your dick is huge. I wanted to be ready.” His tone softens. “Not to mention... it’s been almost four years for me.”

He steps closer and cups my face with both hands. “I want you to make love to me, Beautiful. For our first time—your first time—I want this to be about love. I want it to be good for you. I want to erase every bad memory you’re carrying.”

My heart cracks wide open.

I press my forehead to his and whisper, “I want that too.”

He grins. “Well... for the first ten minutes, at least.ThenI want you to pound the living fuck out of me.”

I bark a laugh and pinch his nipple. “Get that hot ass out of this shower, dry off, and get in that bed—fucking immediately.”

He bites his lip and turns, jumps out of the shower, and practically runs into the bedroom, grabbing a towel off the rack on his way.

I don’t follow right away. I dry off slowly, leaning back against the vanity for a moment, letting it sink in. This is really happening.

And I’m not nervous. Not haunted. Not locked in the past. No, all I feel is gratitude.

I’m so fucking glad I waited.

Mentally, I’ve been ready for this step for a while. Thank you, therapy. I could’ve just gotten it out of the way at any point—with Jason or any of the first and second dates I’ve been on over the past three years. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Because deep down, I think I knew.

It had to be Chance.

I take a deep breath, wrap the towel around my waist, and walk toward the bedroom.

I pause at the bathroom entry, because there he is—sprawled out on top of the sheets, covers thrown on the floor. All muscle and ink, his gorgeous face relaxed, working lazy strokes over the length of his thick cock, and those eyes... locked entirely on me.

This man has the absolute audacity to call me beautiful?

I lean against the bathroom doorway, watching. The sight sparks a memory. One I haven’t thought of in a while.

“I watched you once,” I say quietly.

“I know,” he replies.

I narrow my eyes. He smirks.

“If you think that door wasn’t cracked open on purpose, you don’t know me at all.”

I shake my head, laughing under my breath.

Then his expression softens. “Come here, baby.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat. He’s still stroking himself as he watches me.

Without breaking eye contact, I undo the towel around my waist and let it fall.

His gaze darkens as I approach. I kneel on the edge of the bed, my hands braced on either side of his legs, and crawl slowly up his body.

At his hip, I pause, dropping a kiss, then drag my tongue up his cum gutters. I suck the skin there until I know I’ve left a mark.

Mine.

Moving on, I ignore his rigid dick, now resting on his abs, and kiss around it—then slide it gently aside to kiss just above his navel.

Chance groans. “Ant, you’re killing me.”

I smile against his skin, kissing a path up the centerline of his abs to his left nipple. I circle it with my tongue, slow and deliberate. His breathing grows faster.

I gently bite and suck at the same time. Chance jolts, hands instantly in my hair, holding me there.

“Holy shit!” he gasps. “Do that again.”

I grin, release him, and shift to his right pec. I repeat the motion—bite and suck—and he arches into it, moaning what sounds like words, but comes out as nonsense.

I straddle him just above his waist, rubbing my hands over his chest and watching the way he responds to every touch.

“You like that, huh?” I tease.

He just nods.

I bite my lower lip, then roll both nipples between my fingers.

Chance groans, gripping my thighs. “Ant?”

“Hmm?”

“I need you inside me.”

My heart’s racing, but I’m ready for this. I grab his hands and bring them to my lips, kissing each fingertip with care. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

He smiles and props himself up on one elbow. “Lube and condoms are in my nightstand drawer.”

I hesitate—and he catches it. Of course he does.

“What is it?” he asks, voice soft, eyes searching.

“I was hoping… I want to feel you. Bare.” I lean down and cup his face in my hands. “We had regular testing for football, and I haven’t been with anyone ever—well, except for... but that was—”

Chance cuts me off gently. “Yes. I want that too.” He smiles. “I got tested as soon as I got back.”

I huff a small laugh and reach for his nightstand. “Confident fucker.”

He just shrugs. “I wanted to be prepared.”

I grab the lube and set it beside him on the bed, then lean in, pressing my forehead to his. “Good. Because if you think I wasn’t going to mark you as mine our first time, then you don’t know me at all.”

I grab his chin and kiss him—quick, filthy, and loaded. When I pull back, his pupils are blown so wide they’ve almost swallowed the electric blue in his eyes.

“Ant—”

“I know, baby.” I grab the lube again and hold it up. “Can I?”

He nods. “Yeah, but it’s not gonna take much. I’m already prepped from the plug. Just make sure you lube up your dick good.”

I give him a soft kiss before working my way down his body. He slides his legs up, knees bent and spread wide.

I pop the cap on the lube, squeeze some onto my fingers, and settle between his legs. In one fluid motion, I drop down and take the head of his cock into my mouth, while my fingers work their way down beneath his balls.

Chance gasps, and his hand shoots up to grip my hair. “Fuuuck.”

I respond with a muffled “Mmph,” my mouth full of thick, hard cock.

I sit up, releasing his cock, and circle his hole with one slick finger, feeling him out. I’ve never done this before, and the last thing I want is to hurt him.

“You can put one in,” he murmurs. “Just add a little pressure. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

God, the way this man knows me.

I press gently, and my finger slips in. His head falls back onto the pillow, the cords of his neck tightening as he exhales, body relaxing into it.

“Add a finger,” he pants.

I work another finger in beside the first, his gasp making my cock throb. The way he reacts to me… the power is intoxicating.

I push in a little deeper, then hook my fingers, searching. I may be new to this, but I’ve watched enough gay porn to know what I’m looking for—

“Oh fuck!”

Bingo.

Chance shoots upright, grabbing my head in both hands. “Ant, I need you to get that big cock inside me, right fucking now.”

I chuckle and lean in to press a kiss to his lips while easing him back onto the mattress.

I slowly pull my fingers out and reach for the lube again. I pour a generous amount into my palm and work it over my hard cock.

Sliding forward, I position myself between his legs. Chance spreads them wider for me, and I guide the head of my dick to his hole.

“You ready?” I ask.

He doesn’t use words. Just gives me a look that says, ‘hurry up!’

I push forward, just enough for the head to pop in.

“Ohmigod,” he gasps.

“Oh, now he has words,” I tease.

Chance lets out a strangled laugh. “Fuck, I knew you were gonna be fun in bed.”

My body shakes with laughter, but it’s short-lived as the sensation of being inside him hits me like a freight train.

“Oh shit!” Chance gasps. “Hold still. Let me get used to your size.”

I glance down and see his cock, softening slightly from the stretch. I reach for the lube again, rub some between my hands to warm it, then wrap my palm around his shaft and stroke him back to hardness.

“Okay, you can move now, baby.”

I let go of his cock and brace my hands on either side of him, easing in with slow, measured thrusts. His eyes search mine, looking for something. He wants to know if it’s good for me.

“You feel so good, Chance.”

His eyes flash and his mouth curves into a shaky smile. He cups my face, pulling me down into a kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth and heat, wild and desperate and perfect.

I keep rocking into him, deeper with each thrust. His head falls back, exposing his throat. Those damn neck cords. I need to taste them.

“Oh fuck, Ant!” he cries as I latch on, running tongue and teeth along his throat.

I thrust deeper, and I feel it—the exact moment I hit the spot that has him losing control.

“Chance, you feel too fucking good. I’m—I’m not gonna last much longer.”

He grabs my face with both hands and looks straight into my soul.

“Baby, I want you to really fuck me now. I want you to channel all your rage, your pain, your fear… and take it out on my hole. Fuck every ounce of it into my body. And when you come? Pump all those emotions inside of me.”

My heart swells, and I press my forehead to his, overwhelmed.

“Give me your pain. I can take it, Beautiful,” he whispers.

That’s all it takes.

I slam my cock in balls deep. Chance lets out a choked gasp and wraps his arms around me, hooking his legs behind my ass.

I start pounding into him, and every sense in my body goes nuclear. The warmth. The friction. His skin. His sounds.

He’s moaning, nearly screaming, all words lost to sensation. His fingers twist in my hair, heels of his feet urging me in deeper, harder. Sweat drips from my brow and still I don’t stop.

His next words are my undoing.

“Mark my hole, baby. Make it yours.”

That’s it.

I release a long groan as I bottom out and spill everything inside him.

Mine.

Chance hums, his body soft and pliant beneath me.

I slowly lift up, still half hard inside him, and wrap a hand around his cock.

“Your turn,” I say, giving him a smirk.

His answering smile is wild, untamed.

I move inside him as I stroke him, and his eyes roll back in his head. He writhes on my cock, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls.

“Baby, I—”

Then he screams as he comes, painting his abs in thick, hot ropes.

I collapse on top of him, breathless and shaking, pressing kisses to his neck while I’m still buried deep. I can feel his load between us, and it makes my dick want to rally.

I sit up, ease out of him, kiss his right knee, help his legs relax, and then collapse beside him.

“That was fucking hot, Chance,” I murmur, one arm draped over my forehead.

He huffs a laugh. “Goddamn, Pacini. If that was your first time, I’m not gonna survive.”

I laugh, then glance down at his release now smeared across my own abs. I meet his widening eyes as I slowly work it into my skin with my palm.

His .

Chance turns to face me, dragging a finger along the deep line between my pecs.

“Are you—was that okay for you?” he asks.

I turn my head and look at him, incredulous. “Was it okay? Are you kidding me right now?”

He laughs, smug and breathless.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”

“Okay, Loverboy. How about we hop in the shower and get some dinner,” Chance says, laughing as he rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom, that ass in all its naked glory.

“Seriously, you can’t do that to me,” I call after him, waving a hand at that perfect view.

“Come on, stud. I’ll let you wash me.”

I’ve never gotten out of a bed faster in my life.