I hesitate for only a second. "Here?"
He chuckles softly, and gives me a pointed look. "With rare exceptions, I don't like to share things like this. I'm the only one with the key."
Something about hearing that unlocks whatever's been holding me back, and I kiss him again. I shrug out of my shirt and toss it onto the other chair and go to work on his buttons. I break away from our kiss so I can watch as I unveil Chance's gorgeous chest-tan and lean with lines that show me he works hard for this body. He catches me around the waist, leaning forward so that I can help him out of his shirt and suddenly we're skin to skin. It feels like fire and light and sparks and we're not even naked. Holy fuck. I was stupid to think that this was not going to happen. We're on this train going eighty miles an hour and jumping off now would kill us both.
Chance deftly unhooks my bra and adds it to the pile of clothes, and I shiver from the exposure. I've never been naked in public like this. We're on one of the tallest buildings, but not the tallest. Someone could conceivably look down from one of the skyscrapers and see the two of us going at it. And I don't care.
I gasp, my head falling back as Chance gathers my breasts into his hands. Squeezing, kneading, and bringing them to his lips. His mouth covers one nipple, and then the other, tongue swirling and sending eddies of sensation swimming straight down to my clit. I reach down between us, blindly feeling for his belt while he feasts on me. I want to see him-know if the rumors are true, and even if they aren't, it's not going to stop me.
I'm not sure how I manage to get his belt unbuckled with the way his lips and tongue are moving on my skin, but I do. And then the button, and then the zipper, and then …
I lean back and look down. Chance's cock is straining through the cloth of his boxers, and I'm almost nervous to release it, but I do.
Oh. My. God. I realize that I said it out loud. Chance has the biggest cock that I've ever seen. I'd thought when the girls were telling me that he was big that it was exaggerated, or that he'd be like … a normal big. But this isn't normal big. This is porn star big. This is so big that every other cock retreats in shame.
And they got the other part right too, two metal studs decorate the head of his cock, the metal emphasizing the sheer size of him. I glance back up into his face, and he's wearing a wicked smirk. I shake my head. "That's not going to fit inside me."
"Yes it will."
"No, I don't think so."
He pulls me against him again, his cock now a steel rod between us. "It will. I happen to know how to use my cock, and I'm very good at it. Just like everything I do."
"But-"
A kiss silences my protest. "Don't run," he says softly. "We'll go slow. Let me show you how good it can be."
I glance down, still not believing that I'll be able to take that. But the thought of him using that to my advantage, to bring me pleasure, makes me shudder with anxious anticipation. I step back, standing so I can take off my pants, and Chance retrieves a condom from his wallet. It's stamped with the Heart Makers logo, and he smiles when I raise an eyebrow. "People think it's clever when you hand them one instead of a business card."
He has a point, that is clever marketing for this kind of company. I can't help but stare at him as he rolls on the condom. It's just … so big. There's no other way to talk about it. He sheds the rest of his clothes and then he's standing naked in front of me and it's everything that I imagined and more. Artists could use him as a model if they were sculpting Greek gods. And his cock is there, jutting toward me, straight and proud and huge. Arousal rolls through me.
We're kissing again and he pulls me back onto his lap, fingers finding my clit. I gasp against his lips, letting the shivery pleasure spread across my skin while he deepens the kiss. A breeze chills me while his body warms me and it feels like I'm caught in a storm of sensation. Chance's mouth moves to my neck, to my chest, and his fingers tease me until I'm grinding against his hand. I love it.
He brings me all the way to the edge. I'm panting against his skin, so close to coming. I can feel an orgasm hovering on the horizon. I'm so close I think that the next breeze might send me over. But he doesn't let it. Instead, he pulls away, lifting me higher and fitting the head of his cock against me. Just the tip of him feels bigger than anything I've ever taken.
Slowly, so slowly, Chance pushes the head of his cock inside me, and I come without warning. Pleasure bursts outward through my skin and I can't even cry out because I'm so surprised. It's a silent, shuddering orgasm and I have to hold onto him so I don't fall over. "Oh God," I say, and I keep saying it.
He rocks his hips, pushing deeper in tiny increments, and I glance down when I feel full and realize that I've barely taken half of him. My breath goes short, and I can feel the strange sensation of the studs as he pushes in deeper. "Chance," I say. "It's too much."
I meet his eyes, and he pauses. "You're not full yet."
"I know, but-"
"Does it hurt?"
I shake my head no, my pussy tightening around him. There's a chance that I might be wetter than I've ever been in my life, and I don't want to stop. The pause helps. My body adjusts, and I suddenly feel more at ease. I know I can take more, and I want to feel what it's like to have all of him inside me-or as much as will fit. I bite my lip and lower myself further, and Chance helps me. I sink deeper and deeper, until it feels like I can't take any more, and even then I take a little more.
There's so much of Chance inside me that I can barely breathe. I can't squeeze him, I'm so stretched. I'm on the roof of a New York City skyscraper, and it's like I'm on top of the world and full of the world and I've never felt anything like this. I'm frozen in place, bound and impaled on him, unable to get used to the feeling of being so full. It feels good. Impossibly good, and we're not even moving.
There's just the tiniest movement, Chance lifting his hips, but I feel that movement for what seems like miles. Because I'm so full, there's friction everywhere and even the smallest movement sets all those nerves on fire and has me shaking. He pulls me down to kiss him, a soft kiss that has me melting, relaxing, leaning into the feeling of being connected like this.
Oh my God, we're really doing this. A light snaps on in my mind, and I remember where we are. On the roof, entirely naked, and Chance is inside me. If my mouth weren't already occupied by his tongue, I'd have a stupidly happy grin on my face.
Chance's fingers find my clit again, and I moan with the pleasure of it. I can feel myself grow wetter around his cock, and those tiny movements of his hips are amplified. Damn it, he wasn't wrong. He does know how to use it. I'm overloaded with the feeling of him and I think I might come again. It's been a long time since I've had sex and I've never felt anything like this. I've heard of people who will only date people with giant cocks, and now … I think I can understand why. I don't ever want it to end.
He moves his hands to my hips, fingers gripping me and holding me in place as he moves a little more. And then more. He's steadily increasing his speed, pulling out a little further each time, and every stroke is delicious pleasure on top of pleasure. I lean back, feeling the setting sun on my face while he fucks me, and I think I could stay in this place, right here, forever. When the orgasm comes, I let it take me.
I'm too overwhelmed by it to say anything, to make any noise. He's literally fucked the voice right out of me and I couldn't care less. Chance's hands land on my ass, and he grips hard. "Don't move."
I open my eyes when I feel our balance shift. He stands, holding me to him, never letting us separate as he reverses our positions and places me in the chair. "Oh, fuck." The words are pulled out of me because this is so much tighter. Every line of him is pressed up against me and it's worse and better as he presses my knees closer to my chest.
I can look down and see the way our bodies are connected and a rush of pure heat floods my system. I'm so wet and ready and I don't know what to feel because I'm feeling too much. "Caroline," Chance says, and I look up to meet his eyes. "How do you feel?"
"Good," I say right away. "Good. I feel good. Really good." There's got to be more words than ‘good,' but I can't seem to find them right now.