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  No amount of cold would calm me down.

  Seemingly, it took a while before it finally stopped. With my cock still somewhat hard, I didn’t pull out immediately.

  Coming down from the high, I opened my eyes, watching my man spill his own seed between our bodies. Long, white strings covered his chest, creating pools that intermingled with our sweat.

  To taste him, I bent over, capturing some in between my lips and dragging some to his mouth for us to share in a passionate kiss. I sucked his tongue, exploring his mouth with mine, mixing his cum with our saliva. I pulled away briefly, dragging my finger over his body, gathering more and tracing his mouth with my fingertips. When our mouths met again, I collapsed on top of him, still not willing to pull out, not wanting to lose the connection.

  “Shit, Courtney. I missed you.” Chancellor spoke, wrapping his arms around my neck while we continued enjoying each other’s lips.

  “Missed you too.” I said, pressing our foreheads together, knowing I wouldn’t allow him to leave my side again.

  After exhaustion claimed us, I woke with a start, feeling Chancellor’s warmth wrapped around me. I wiped the drool from my mouth and straightened to eye my man who was still fast asleep.

  Surely, he was tired from the plane ride, so I’d let him rest longer. We had the rest of the weekend to reconnect, to recreate what we’d started in Vegas. For sure he’d know how much I missed and needed him before Monday arrived.

  Feeling achy, I winced when turning over to the side. Since my last time topping had been long ago, my cock was raring for more, but I desired the opposite. Yes, I enjoyed sinking inside of Chancellor and claiming him as mine, but I’d rather have my husband ram himself inside me repeatedly.

  Just because we weren’t Daddy/boy right now, didn’t mean I’d refuse the opportunity to be treated that way.

  Wanting Chancellor, I ran my hand over his chest, tracing his ink with my fingertips. His lovely skin shone under the lights, covered in sweat and cum. I kneaded his flesh, caressing certain spots, then following them up with kisses. Despite wanting him to sleep, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I had to have Chancellor’s scent, his taste, all over me in any way possible.

  While continuing to touch him, I slowly slid the covers from his waist. When I passed his navel, his cock popped from under the sheet, standing at attention. His balls were firm at the base, so damn lickable, covered with small curly hairs.

  “Fuck.” I stopped caressing his chest, and gently grasped his dick which wept pre-cum from the slit. I licked my hand, then started to jerk him vertically, hoping this hand job would wake him.

  So much for letting him rest.

  I sucked in a breath, then swiped my tongue over the tip, tasting that first bit of morning seed. As I did so, my own dick jolted, leaking onto my thighs. My ass ached for Chancellor to get inside me. To make me remember who I belonged to.

  Chancellor groaned and spread his legs, flashing a smile. “Courtney.”

  “Good morning babe.” I went on slurping him, enjoying the taste of his hardened flesh between my lips. “I’m sorry I woke you, but I couldn’t resist.” I reached down, giving myself a swift tug.

  “’S, okay. I can’t find a better way to be woken up than by you.” Chancellor peered at me hazel eyes met my gaze.

  “Good.” I pulled my mouth away then rose to kiss him, while grabbing the latex to sheath Chancellor. The moment I finished that and lubed him, I hopped on, impaling myself on my husband, riding his shaft until I couldn’t feel my legs, or sense anything around us.

  When we both reached our climax, I wrapped my arms around Chancellor, crashing my mouth against his, not allowing him to get away.

  Not that he tried, but I had to send a message of how we’d be spending most of the weekend in bed.

  Just like the honeymoon in Vegas. Three days of complete bliss, away from everyone and everything in the world.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Courtney

  Having Chancellor at my place was good and bad. When Monday arrived, I didn’t want to leave. Still, I was glad we ironed everything out. With everything out in the open, we could move toward the perfect relationship both of us wanted.

  Since my last class ended around two, Chancellor offered to pick me up for our trip to the clinic. Admittedly, I was a little nervous, even knowing I hadn’t had sex with anyone without latex. At the same time, I was excited because two clean bills of health meant bareback sex in the Sleep Number bed which was an adventure within itself.

  After gathering my things, I stepped outside the main building, waiting for my husband to arrive. I’d been chomping at the bit ever since I left him this morning.

  I got it bad.

  Who would’ve thought I’d have withdrawals for being away from someone? Chancellor definitely had an effect on me.

  Just when I was about to sit, my phone chimed. I plucked it from my bag, eyeing the screen.

  Hubby: Coming around the corner. Will be there in a minute.

  Like a teenager in love, I sighed and walked down the steps, noticing my old Honda Accord coming around the bend. When Chancellor brought up renting a car, I told him I had one. Surely, he might’ve wished for something newer, but I reminded him I was a substitute teacher working for pennies with a lot of debt.

  “Hey babe.” Chancellor smiled and opened the door.

  I held up my hand to stop him. “No need. We’re not Daddy/boy right now, remember?” I hopped in and kissed his lips.

  “Doesn’t matter. I’m your husband. And you still like being pampered right?” Chancellor closed the door.

  I shrugged. “Yes, but just having you here is plenty.” After grabbing my vape pen from the inside pocket, I tossed my bag in the back.

  “Uh uh. What did I tell you about that thing?” Chancellor eyed me stern, about to snatch the pen.

  I moved back. “Not your boy right now, meaning I can enjoy this.”

  Chancellor grinned and straightened in the driver’s seat. “You’re a brat, Courtney.”

  “Deal with it, old man.” I inhaled and leaned against the headrest.

  “Oh, now we’re getting snippy, huh? Put the thing away, or you’ll be sleeping alone tonight, regardless of what the tests say.” Chancellor slapped my thigh and gripped it tightly.

  Wearing thin slacks, the sting reached my skin. It hurt but sent a jolt to my dick. “Shhh…” I dropped my vape in the side door slot. “No fair.” I pouted.

  “Totally fair.” Chancellor smacked my thigh again, this time a little harder.

  I jerked and bit back a moan. “Ooh, damn. Not before we get tested, babe. I’m already anxious and horny.”

  “Are you?” Chancellor caressed my chin, outlining my lips with his finger. “Gonna have to wait until we’re done.”

  I sucked it into my mouth and eyed him.

  “Co… damn. Stop that, okay? Keep that up and we’ll have an accident.”

  “Mhmm. You can concentrate on multiple things, can’t you?” I continued licking.

  “Not this kind.” Chancellor yanked his finger from my lips and placed it my lap.

  I chuckled. “You’re selling yourself short, babe. I know you’ve got mad skills.” I placed my hand atop his, moving it close to my rock-hard dick.

  “Mhmm. Jesus, Courtney. Not now. I must keep my eyes on the road, for both our sakes. I promise I’ll ravage you when we get home.”

  Home.

  I loved how he called it that instead of my place. To me, it showed he was comfortable despite it not being the palatial estate he owned in Vegas. Even better proving he wasn’t a snob. Chancellor could adapt, which meant so much more than anything else.

  As we continued our ride, I thought about telling Rory to call off the bet.

  Nah.

  Why should I, when I could get total payback by making my best friend sing Whitney Houston’s Saving All My Love in full costume and wig?

  Thankfully, our impromptu trip to the clinic was successful.


  Chancellor wanted dinner out to celebrate, then spending the night enjoying each other’s bodies. Knowing I had classes the next day put a damper on things, but not enough for me to say no.

  Carrollton didn’t have many fancy restaurants, so I suggested the Greek eatery close to my apartment. Pizza or burgers would’ve been enough for me, but Chancellor wasn’t into fast food.

  “I take you to the local place and you get a salad.” I glared at him after taking a bite of my gyro.

  “With salmon.” Chancellor forked some into his mouth.

  I rolled my eyes. “Boring. It wouldn’t have killed you to eat lamb.”

  “No, but I gotta stay fit to keep up with my younger husband. You remember me saying during our honeymoon, I wasn’t a huge eater.”

  “True, but lamb isn’t bad.”

  “No, but it makes you sluggish.” Chancellor patted his mouth with a napkin. “It’s okay though. I’m topping you again tonight.”

  “Who says?” I put my pita down.

  “Me because you won’t have the energy after eating that heavy food.”

  I harrumphed. “I’ll have you know Mr. McNamara I’ve got great metabolism.”

  “Yeah? We’ll see how much energy you’ll have once we’re done eating. I bet you’ll fall asleep within ten minutes of me entering you.”

  “Wha? No way.”

  “Yes, way. Loser has to wear a vibrating butt plug for a week. Which by the way, will be you.”

  I shook my head at his doubts. “Wow. No faith in me, hmm? All right then, you’re on.” I put my hand out to solidify the bet.

  Chancellor flashed that sexy smile and accepted. “This will be easy, love. I’m going in you with nothing between us. Sure thing, you’ll be out like a light after the first few thrusts.”

  “Mhmm. I doubt that. Get ready to wear the butt plug, babe.” I was fully confident I’d win this without even trying.

  Obviously, Chancellor didn’t recall how much food I could put down and not be affected.

  Much to my chagrin, Chancellor won the bet. Although I hated losing, I loved the idea of having something to plug me when I wasn’t with him.

  “So this.” Chancellor lifted it from the box and showed it to me.

  I eyed it, taking the package. “Where’s the wire?”

  “There isn’t one. It can be controlled through an app with the help of bluetooth or an internet connection.”

  I snorted. “What? I didn’t even know they could do that.”

  “Mhmm.” He smiled and licked his lips. “The wonders of technology, right?” Chancellor took it away and started opening it.

  “Yes. I’m ready to try it out!” When I tried taking it, he swatted my hand.

  “Not yet, eager beaver. Lay across my lap and I’ll plug you.” Chancellor sucked the head of it and winked.

  Shit.

  Watching Chancellor’s mouth on the toy made me harder, if that was possible. While I shoved my pants and underwear from my waist, I inhaled sharply and stretched out across his legs as he asked.

  Whap.

  When his hand landed on my ass, my cock and body jolted as if I’d been electrocuted. Adrenaline flowed through my veins making me dizzy with lust. “Fuck! I thought we weren’t playing yet?”

  Chancellor caressed my ass, kneading my skin. “We’re not, but I couldn’t resist. Besides, I owe you for all the smart comments and smoking the vapes. Now, reach behind yourself and spread that pretty ass for me.”

  “No fair!” I lay my head on his thigh and pried my hips open. Waiting for it, I nibbled my bottom lip and closed my eyes, anticipating the initial breach. I could hardly wait for him to sink it between my thighs.

  “Don’t forget to breathe.” Chancellor said in a lower tone.

  The snick of the lube bottle sounded. I shivered, feeling the cold slick drizzle between my cheeks, seeping into my tight hole.

  “Ffffuuccckkkk…” My cock throbbed at the sensation of the lube hitting my flesh. “You sure you don’t wanna sex me first?”

  “A bet is a bet, babe.”

  The toy’s nudge inside my pucker made me squirm. I exhaled, opening my eyes to stare at the floor, or anything that would distract me.

  “Shit, baby. I gotta say, watching your ass swallow this whole plug is sexy as hell.”

  “Enough to unplug it and fuck me?”

  “Not yet. I’m gonna make you suffer some. No coming either, or I won’t fuck you later on.”

  Whap.

  “Unngh!” I trembled and hissed, feeling my cock leaking pre-cum. My flesh warmed from the sting of Chancellor’s palm on my ass. “For someone who isn’t a Daddy—”

  Whap.

  I bucked on his lap and breathed hard, wanting more of his retroactive punishment. This was what I wanted and needed. Chancellor was such a tease.

  “Shut it. Like I said, a bet is a bet. Now, are you hungry?”

  “What?” I squealed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

  “I’m not. Just thought I’d make us some lunch, then I’ll check in with my office. Gotta see how the design is going.”

  “So, you’re going to work.” I glared at him over my shoulder.

  “Mhmm. I’ve got to. I know they’re doing fine, but I am the boss.”

  “You’re really gonna leave me hard and waiting with a plug up my butt?” I asked sounding incredulous. I turned away and clenched my teeth, trying to stave off my erection.

  “Practice makes perfect, baby.”

  Warm lips trailed over my back muscles, almost to my waist. He trailed further down with more light kisses to the top of my crevice, before licking around the plug’s base.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, Chancellor! This is torture and you know it!” I shuddered and sucked in a deep breath, riding his lap.

  Chancellor isn’t being fair.

  While true that I lost the bet, this seemed like a practice run for what was to come.

  Damn this man for making me wait.

  Chancellor

  Instead of waiting for Courtney to finish his classes, I busied myself sightseeing in Carrollton or driving back to Chicago. I continued to check in with the office, talking to Penelope as well as my top mechanics on the progress of the car.

  Things seemed to be moving smoothly, putting my mind at ease.

  After picking Courtney up from work, I headed to Chicago to have dinner at one of the town’s top restaurants. Since, I’d wanted to try it for a while, I figured this to be as good of a time as ever.

  Unlike the places in Carrollton, Waterman’s was more formal. Exposed brick walls and large panoramic windows giving great views of the Magnificent mile and skyline. The dining room’s tables filled the space from one end to the other, while an illuminated bar sat in the back. Being one of the restaurants that prepared the food in front of patrons, silver stove tops stood in front of every table. Their aisles were wide, leaving walkways for patrons and waitstaff to get around.

  “Oh Goddess, Chancellor. Why would you bring me here after work?” Courtney picked up the menu.

  I took his hand and squeezed it. “We’re on a date, remember?”

  “Yeah, but, ugh, I feel so underdressed.” Courtney hid behind the black pleather folder. “You should’ve let me go home and change. I would’ve put on one of my best dresses for you.”

  “No, no, then it would’ve ruined the surprise.” I put my freehand up to wave for the waiter who appeared to be standing around doing nothing. He eyed me, then turned the other way.

  What the fuck?

  Unfortunately, I’d encountered this a couple of times before. When I didn’t get service within a least five minutes, I’d leave. As much as I wanted to do the same, I wouldn’t ruin our special date.

  When I noticed a man in a suit walking our way, I raised my hand. He came over very quickly.

  “Yes, sir? May I help you?”

  “Are you a manager, by chance?”

  “I am.” He smiled. “Gordon Pleasher. I’m the night manage
r.”

  “Okay, Gordon. We haven’t been asked what we want. That server by the bar made eye contact but didn’t approach.”

  Courtney gasped and turned his head, looking for the person.

  Gordon appeared apologetic and glanced in that direction of the waiter who was now helping an elderly white couple who’d came in after us. “Oh, my goodness, sir. I’m so sorry. I will make sure that he is dealt with. In the meantime, I’ll take your order.”

  “I see that sonofa…”

  I increased my grip on Courtney’s hand. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. Gordon said he’ll take care of us.” I rattled off what we would eat as well as the wine.

  “All right. I’ll get the chef over here and take care of this situation right away. I’m very sorry.”

  “Thank you.”

  Gordon took our menus, and bowed his head, speeding off in the opposite direction. I noticed him pull the waiter to the side and point him in the direction of the kitchen.

  “What the heck, Chancellor? Why didn’t you let me finish talking?” Courtney’s eyebrows pinched together.

  To calm him, I lifted his hand to my mouth and softly kissed it. “Because you were about to swear. As much the situation might warrant it, this isn’t the setting to do it in.”

  “Ugh. I hate places like this. We could’ve gone to the Arcadian in Carrollton.”

  I chuckled. “Yes, but the Arcadian isn’t as fancy as Waterman’s. I’ve wanted to eat here for a while. I was surprised I got a table tonight.”

  “Hmph. Well anyway, was some as…um, I mean, jerk ignoring you?”

  “Yes, but I believe Gordon is handling it.” I glanced in the direction of the kitchen, watching a chef approach our table with a rolling cart.

  “Sorry for the wait, gentlemen. I’m Sean. I’ll be your chef.”

  “Wonderful. Do your thing.”