Zora's Chance, page 6
“Morning,” a drawl from the kitchen yanked his head out of the gutter and back on the two men approaching Zora.
Shutting the door, Chance stepped close to her and shot a glare to his friends.
“Ms. Nicolette, these are two very good friends of mine, Colonel Frank Kipper and Captain Dillon Shaw. This is my neighbor Ms. Zora Nicolette.” He placed his hand on the small of her back.
“Morning, gentlemen,” Zora said lightly. “Please excuse my intrusion, I won’t be long.”
“Not at all,” Kipper took her hand and bowed over it, “you are a most pleasant distraction.”
Chance shoved the basket Zora had given him at Kipper. “Go put that on the table, I have to get a key for Ms. Nicolette.”
Shaw shook her hand as well and then the men peered into the basket. Chance left them there and went to find a duplicate key for her.
Wrapping his fingers around the key, he paused in the doorway and watched the three people who stood unaware of his scrutiny. Zora was so animated as she talked, even from a distance he felt like some of her energy flowed to him. The men seemed almost spellbound by her.
Taking advantage of his private ogling moment, he let his eyes roam over her. She had on a patchwork colored leather jacket, black slacks and white tennis shoes. Her hair was free and her many braids swung with each move she made.
As if feeling his inspection, Zora turned her toasted gaze toward him and flashed him a big smile. Her eyes warmed as they looked over him and she winked before her attention was back on the two before her.
He pushed away from the frame he leaned against when their heads all bent over the gifts, she had brought with her.
“What’s going on?” he asked as he inserted himself beside her.
“We’re just looking at all these wonderful treats she brought you.” Kipper picked up a scone and bit into it. “Oh, this is divine,” he moaned with approval.
“Thank you.” Her watch beeped and she pulled up her right sleeve to turn it off. “I have to get going, you have the key?” she asked.
“Right here. Thanks again for looking after the place.” He handed it to her and watched her put it on her key ring.
“No sweat. I’ll just pile your mail on the table.” She smiled at him. “Just stop by when you get back. Have a safe trip.” Her eyes drifted to his friends. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”
Before he could say anything to her she faced him again, reached up, and kissed him. Then she left without another word.
Chance was still staring at the door when Shaw slapped him on the back.
“Well now, that explains a lot of your hesitation in coming back.”
“Shut it, Shaw,” he growled, his fingers unconsciously touching his lips as if he could still feel her.
“Someone’s got it bad,” Kipper chortled around a mouthful of scone.
He yanked the basket away from them and glared.
“You do know I can kill you and say you were breaking and entering,” Chance threatened.
The men laughed.
“So...it’s Ms. Zora Nicolette then, is it?” Shaw asked totally deadpan.
Chapter Five
Zora was sitting on her couch, feet up, and looking through some more magazines when her doorbell rang.
“Come in,” she hollered over the sultry strands of Lena Horne as it played.
She glanced up as the door opened. Filling her doorway was the large body of Chance Jameson. He had on a black leather jacket, blue jeans, tennis shoes, and peeking out over the top of the zipper was his white shirt.
Zora licked her lips. Damn, he was fine. “How was your trip?” she asked from her seat.
“You shouldn’t just let anyone walk in your house that way.”
“Fine,” she shrugged, “shut the door on your way out.” Zora stared at the things in her hand, deliberately ignoring him.
Her insides clenched that the first thing out of his mouth would be a reprimand. Although in the back of her mind, she knew he was right.
Click.
Zora wanted to look up and see if he was still there but refused to do so. She ran her tongue over her teeth and stared steadfastly at the blurred image on the page before her.
It was pulled out of her hand and when the crisp scent of winter air and Chance’s cologne floated over her.
“I thought you were leaving.”
His handsome face appeared in front of her as he stepped over one outstretched leg and knelt between them. “I haven’t thanked you yet for taking such good care of my house.” He grabbed her hands and pressed a kiss to the back of each.
She shivered and fought the urge to jump him right then and there. “Well, now you’ve thanked me.”
“No, Zora,” he purred, “I haven’t even begun to thank you yet.”
Her panties became soaked and she bit off a whimper.
Her pussy clenched as his hands ran over the outside of her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her.
Zora’s eyes closed as his tongue made love to her mouth, in a slow and gentle manner. She squirmed on the couch as his hands moved toward the hem of her shirt.
“I’ve missed you,” he admitted as he lifted her shirt, baring her belly.
“Really,” she shuddered, “I thought you were going to kill me when I kissed you in front of your friends.”
“Killing you wasn’t what popped up in my mind.”
She grinned and helped him with her shirt. Sitting forward, Zora lowered the zipper on his jacket and watched him shrug out of it. His shirt hugged his torso in a way she wanted to.
“What did?”
His eyes glittered. “Same thing that’s up now.”
Chance got up and leaned over her and nibbled at her lower lip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and with his encouragement hooked her legs about his waist. With a smooth and effortless motion, he stood upright and carried her down the hall to her bedroom.
She whimpered as his fingers began to tease her taut nipples. “Chance,” she expelled on a long breath.
“Yes, Zora?”
The way her name rolled off his tongue should be branded as illegal. She rubbed against him, shameless, wanting. She ran her hand over his head, loving how his short hairs felt against her palm.
Chance hadn’t been sure what he was going to say when he arrived on Zora’s stoop. He wanted to thank her and at the same time, he longed to demand what her relationship was with Rafael Carmichael.
Even now, thinking of him, made his lip curl up in distaste. It was a short memory of the man, disbanded by the seductive touch and smell of the woman in his arms. Her legs tightened around his waist and he rolled the taut nipple poking through her bra between two fingers.
Chance used his foot to edge her bedroom door open, there were candles burning throughout the room. He entered her room and smiled. Zora’s room was like no other he had been in. It personified her so perfectly and each time he was there it grabbed his attention, it was always changing, like her hair color. The only constant were the candles that lit it and added a gentle smell to the room.
He didn’t spend much time taking in the new layout of her room, just relocated the bed and walked toward it. When his legs bumped the mattress, he lowered himself onto the bed, Zora remained attached to him.
“Planning on letting go of me?” he asked, loving the way she watched him.
“Not if you are just going to leave me again,” she countered.
His fingers squeezed her nipple again, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “I kinda wanted you out of these.” He smiled as she released her hold on him and fell back onto the firm mattress. An action that pulled her breast out of his hand.
“So undress me then,” she challenged.
Chance placed both of his hands beside her ears and leaned down to kiss her briefly. Then he stood up and raked his eyes over her prone body. Skin still flushed with desire, full lips parted and moist, eyes darkened, and he noticed a few flecks of gold in them.
The image of her reclining back on her elbows watching him in her pale peach bra. It was made of satin and did nothing to hide her pebbled tips.
Chance slid his fingers under the elastic band of her pants and slowly pulled them down. Zora never took her eyes off him, just lifted her hips so they slid better. His body tingled as her lower half became exposed to his gaze.
He sat back on his heels after dropping her sweats to the floor. She wore a pair of boy shorts, the same color as her bra, the lacy legs hugged her smooth thighs. His cock throbbed painfully.
Running his hands down her legs, he tugged her socks off without looking away from the vision before him. “You’re beautiful,” he said in awe. “Absolutely beautiful.”
When he reached for her she shook her head. “No, I want to undress you now.”
He smiled and stood up. “Do with me as you will.”
A jolt of electricity rocketed through him at the siren’s smile that filled her face. He groaned as she sat up slowly and crawled toward him on her hands and knees. Her gorgeous and expressive eyes filled with endless promises and delights.
“Oh, I plan on it,” she vowed in a throaty voice, “I plan on it.”
He never took his eyes from the angel in pale peach as she moved toward him. She stopped at the edge of the bed and sat up, her luscious lips moist from her tongue, eyes sultry and hooded.
Zora reached out with one hand, grabbed his belt loop and pulled him closer to her. She ran her hands over his thighs and skimmed over the ridge in his pants. His hips thrust forward instinctively as she touched him.
“Zora,” he groaned.
She remained silent and undid the button on his jeans. The zipper was lowered and then she ran her hand over his erection again before depriving him of her touch. Her fingers tugged his shirt out from his pants and inched it up his abdomen.
He ground his back teeth to keep from revoking her control of the situation. Her hands were so smooth against his skin. The trailing of her nails sent more shivers throughout him.
She rose on the bed as she removed his shirt. With the added height of the bed under her feet, her breasts were at his eye level. His palms itched to hold her full breasts. His mouth watered to taste her dark chocolate nipples.
But he held fast.
He tipped his head up to look at her; the mischievous sparkle in her eyes sent another rush of blood to his already swollen cock. Chance placed his hands on her hips and began caressing her skin, moving up over her ribcage and teasing the undersides of her breasts.
“Chance,” she muttered. Her breasts brushed close to his face.
“Teasing me isn’t helping my control.”
She winked at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be patient? You know with all that military training you have.” Her warm breath flowed over him.
“Wanna know what they taught me in the Corps?” He licked the valley between her breasts and reveled in her shiver.
“What’d they teach you?” Her question was breathless.
“It may take a long, long time for me to get through it all,” he drawled, moving his hands down to cup her ass.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” she panted.
Chance drifted between her spread thighs and rubbed a lone finger up the wet crevice. He sucked on one breast and rolled the nipple in his mouth, bra and all.
“No,” she gasped. “I get to undress you, stop before you make me lose my train of thought.”
He smirked. “I like you flustered.”
She stepped out of his grasp, even though his finger between her legs was rubbing her. Zora knelt back on the mattress and placed her hands on his open jeans.
“Shoes off,” she commanded softly. The music filtering back from her living room was louder than her voice but he heard her without any problem.
He kicked them off and waited for her next order.
She didn’t say a word as she pushed his jeans down over his hips. Zora climbed off the bed and turned him to face her as she went to her knees and lifted each leg out of his pants.
He swallowed hard as she touched the erection tenting his boxers. His hips tried to keep her touch on him, but she only caressed him briefly. His groan of frustration was obvious as she looked up at him and shook her head.
“Patience.”
Was she kidding? The smell of arousal was in the air, her moisture on his fingers and her warm breath on his cock. And she wants me to exercise patience?
He grunted and prayed for some.
“Better,” she praised.
Her fingers dipped under the band of his boxers and slowly lowered them. He licked his lips as he watched her stare at his rigid erection that was right in front of her. When her teeth gathered her lower lip in her mouth, he almost lost all control.
He knew he was in trouble when her hands reached out and touched him. Her fingers caressing up and down his length sent his mind into a dark place where he knew that finding relief with her would be the only way to set him free.
His breath caught as she licked the tip of his cock, swiping off the precum that had gathered there. One, two, three swipes with her tongue as her fingers moved continuously up and down his shaft.
He groaned in pleasure as her mouth totally engulfed the head of his dick. Her lips held him with the perfect tightness, her tongue teased the slit.
“Zora,” he uttered.
She didn’t answer. His legs spread as she placed some fingers on his balls and began massaging and playing with them. Chance grabbed fistfuls of her hair and began to slide his hips forward.
He moaned in contentment as her mouth took his length and didn’t argue with his need to move. She ran her tongue up the underside of his penis using her lips to grip him as he pulled back. Her teeth lightly grazed him as he pushed into her.
Gripping her hair tighter until he heard a soft gasp from her, Chance increased the speed of his thrusts. In and out, he drove into her, loving how she willingly took all of him. He needed something; he needed her, all of her. Everything she could give.
His hips moved faster, her mouth kept him so wet; it was like being buried balls deep in her pussy. Almost as perfect as that was.
He looked down at her. She stared at him, her gaze holding his as she devoured him. He could read the hunger in her gaze as she slurped along his throbbing length.
Chance could feel his balls beginning to tighten. He couldn’t take much more. Her entire body gave him chills, her acceptance of who he was, the amount of pleasure she radiated, everything about her.
Her free hand dug into his buttock as she shifted on the bedspread. The image of his cock slipping between her lips heightened his experience in ways he had never dreamed about. It was so exotic.
She was so beautiful. The braids he didn’t hold in his hands moved with his pistoning hips, teasing his skin, heightening his pleasure. He could see her shifting on the bed and his nose was filled with the scent of her arousal.
“I’m about to cum, Zora.”
One side of her mouth lifted in a sexy smile, but her mouth never relented. He clenched his teeth and moved faster within her warm mouth. With a low shout he emptied himself deep in the back of her throat, her nose brushed against his pubic hairs.
Zora kept her mouth milking him until there was nothing left in him. When she was done, she released him with a pop, sat back on her heels and gave him a Cheshire grin.
Chance pushed her back on the bed, wedged himself between her legs and kissed her. He rubbed his semi-erect cock against her lacy mound. His tongue thrust deep as he felt her pussy juices seep through her panties and coat his rapidly hardening penis.
“Chance,” she whimpered on a half beg. Her legs widened and she arched against him, her desire clear.
He didn’t waste any time, pulled back, removed her underwear and sheathed himself home inside her in one powerful thrust.
Groans left them both as his length filled her. He hissed in pleasure as her nails sank into his shoulders. Chance lowered his head to hers and prayed the night would never end.
He stirred and opened his eyes, Chance smiled as he saw he was still in her bed. He hadn’t the energy to go home after Zora had finished with him. Turning his head to the side, he realized he was in bed alone.
Stretching languidly, he rolled out of bed and slipped on his boxers. Chance heard a dish drop in the kitchen and he pulled on his pants before padding up there. He stopped at the entrance to the kitchen and stared.
His eyes traveled over her as she stood by the sink washing something. She had on a pair of red sweats, rolled down so they fit her, and a black sweatshirt on.
He watched her ass, so snug in the material, shake to the music that played. His cock stirred to life. Moving silently into the room, he approached her from behind.
“Morning baby,” he whispered, slipping his arms around her.
The woman in his arms didn’t sink against him. That was his first clue. The second was the fact her smell wasn’t registering to him. It was nice, but wasn’t Zora’s. The third clue was the elbow that jabbed him in the belly.
“Get your freakin’ hands off me, you bastard.”
He stumbled back, totally confused. The woman spun around and shoved him back further. His eyes grew wide as he looked into Zora’s face and didn’t recognize the woman. It was her and it wasn’t.
“You’re not Zora,” he said holding up his hands in surrender.
“No shit!” She stood balanced on the balls of her feet.
Battle ready, were the words that popped into Chance’s mind. This woman knew how to defend herself.
“Who are you?” he asked more than a bit unnerved. What was going on?
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking questions here. Who the hell are you?” the Zora lookalike demanded.
The door opened behind him and Chance looked warily behind him, unsure of what he would find. Zora walked in. He thought it was her at least.
“What’s going on here?” she asked.
He sighed, it was Zora. Her familiar tone flowed over him. He looked at her, confusion on his face.
“This man grabbed me!” her clone snapped, brown eyes spitting fire.
