Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance by Bailey Bradford (best english novels for beginners .txt) 📕

be able to think clearly enough to string a sentence or two together. Or maybe he’d have Chance out of his system and the questions wouldn’t matter anymore.

Rory barely had time to pull the door shut before Chance was tugging him out to the parking lot—right past Rory’s truck.

“What…”

Chance gave a sharp shake of his head. “Get to mine first.” Rory glanced around the parking lot, searched it twice before he spotted the older man’s truck parked in a dark corner.

Yeah, his boss was a pretty damn smart man, already pressing the button to unlock the doors to the dark blue Dodge. Rory reached for the passenger door handle only to have Chance nudge his hand away. Chance opened the door as Rory looked at him, admiring the fierce look on the man’s handsome face. Then Rory hissed as Chance placed a hand to his chest and pushed. Rory tumbled backwards onto the seat, landing hard enough that the air rushed from his lungs. Or maybe that had to do with the long callused fingers that had already got his pants open and were even now pulling his cock from his boxers.

“Ah, fuck! Can’t…not yet.” Rory squirmed and tried to scoot across the seat to get away before he embarrassed himself. A hard hand latched onto his hip, digging in deep and pinning him down, leaving a five-fingered blessing. Chance’s other hand stroked Rory’s cock from base to tip, thumb twirling under the sensitive head before sweeping across the glistening slit. Rory yelled and bucked his hips, shutting his eyes tight and trying to force back his orgasm.

“You can, baby, and you will.” It didn’t register, what the breath against his cock head signified, until Chance laved across it with a swipe of his tongue.

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“Fuck! Ch…Chance! Jesus God!” Rory was babbling like a fool and could do nothing to stop it. The fact that it was Chance who was tracing over the thick veins of Rory’s cock with the tip of an erotically charged tongue was almost in itself enough to make Rory come.

He thrust his hands into Chance’s hair, knocking the man’s Stetson onto the floorboard.

Rory paused for a second, trying to get some control before he started thrusting into Chance’s mouth like some inexperienced kid. Didn’t matter—Chance took the control from him by sucking Rory’s spongy cock head into his mouth and swirling his tongue in a series of moves that had Rory’s back bowing so hard only his shoulders and ass were touching the seat.

He thrust into Chance’s mouth, unable to stop himself, screaming as he reached Chance’s throat, louder still when the man swallowed and pleasure so sharp it hurt shot through every point in his body then rebounded straight into his balls. Chance’s throat pulsed again as his talented tongue swept over every hypersensitive part of Rory’s cock.

Rory tried to jerk his hips back as he felt the hot spunk racing from his cock, tried to give Chance a choice. A growl vibrated along his cock as Chance sucked harder, keeping Rory firmly in his mouth.

“Safe, safe, safe.” It was all Rory could give the man, couldn’t think clearly enough to explain any better, but Chance got it, humming in agreement. Then Rory was coming and coming, ass clenching tight and thigh muscles bunching, his cock spewing heated spurts as his eyes crossed from the strength of his release and the knowledge Chance wanted this, wanted to taste him and swallow his seed. Rory couldn’t find his breath, couldn’t feel past the ecstasy and the hard frantic pounding of his heart as he bellowed his pleasure.

Chance ran his tongue over Rory’s softening cock, licking and sipping from the tip until every drop of cum was swallowed up and the semi-erect member was glistening from its tongue-bath. Lips and tongue slid over Rory’s cock one last time before pulling back with a slurping sound. The shudder that coursed through Rory’s body made his teeth chatter before he pried his eyes open to meet Chance’s dark gaze.

“That should hold you till we get home, yeah?”

Rory tried to get his mouth to work but gave up and just nodded. The man damned neared killed him with a blowjob then expected him to be able to answer? Rory couldn’t even think, for fuck’s sake. He drew in a couple of deep breaths, grinning at the self-satisfied smirk on Chance’s lips. God, the man was entirely too sexy for Rory to resist. And now he RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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knew the older man was such an expert with his mouth, Rory was sure he would never lack for fantasies again. Not that they could really compare to the real thing, because, holy shit!

Rory was pulled out of his thoughts by a big hand slapping against his thigh. He met Chance’s gaze, felt his breath stop in his lungs. The need he saw in those almost-pitch depths sent all sorts of feelings crashing through Rory, every one of which he was afraid to look at too closely.

“Think you can drive yet, ‘cause I would surely love to get back to the ranch.” Chance’s voice was low and gruff, threaded with desire that had Rory’s dick ready for round two.

Chance noticed—his swiftly indrawn breath almost whistling as the air squeezed into the man’s lungs.

Rory stroked his prick once, watching as the very skin seemed to tighten across Chance’s cheeks. The narrow look that move got him had Rory putting his parts back in his jeans. He was pretty sure if he didn’t quit teasing he was going to end up getting more than he bargained for right here in the parking lot.

Chance grabbed Rory’s arm and half pulled him out of the truck before pinning him against the extended cab door. Their mouths collided in a tangle of aggression, biting and pushing against one another with a force that drew blood from them both. The coppery taste hit Rory’s tongue and had him pressing his head back against