Chance On Me

Chapter Thirteen

Wesley Gray

"Your mom is like your best friend, then?" Sophia asks, flipping through a magazine. We're laying on her bed. We're on our stomachs, our heads at the foot of the bed. She showed me around her little apartment she shares with her Grams.

A nod, and I flipped through the magazine she gave me. None of it really holds my attention. "She was my only friend for a while" , flipping to another page. I huff out a breath. It's all just boring.

"I'm your friend now, too. Yano?" she asks, twirling a black strand around her finger. She plays with the piece of hair.

"Yeah, I'm your friend too"

"Good. How are things with your mates?" she asks, dropping the strand of hair and continuing her flipping through her magazine.

"I don't know, good i guess" i close the magazine, pushing up and sitting on my knees. "I have to head out soon, it's getting late and my mom will worry" I push off her bed, and she nods.

"Sleep over soon?" she questions, and a smile tugs at my lips.

"Yeah, that sounds cool" She slips off her bed, and gives me a quick hug, squeezing me.

"Do you need me to walk you down?" she offers, and i shake my head.

"No, I'm sure one of them is nearby" I tell her, and she nods agreeing with me. I make my way out of her apartment, saying to her grams on the way. I'm in the hall for thirty seconds before Zane is there, popping up out of god knows where.

"Just coming for you" he murmurs, slipping his hand in mine. "We gotta go up to our room real quick" he tugs me to the stairs, and i huff. I want to go home, I'm so sick of these stairs. But I follow, and we only have one flight to climb.

Stepping into our little apartment thing, I see Jase and Troy sitting on the couches.

"How was hanging with Soph?" Jase asks, as I get closer he's pulling me into him, onto his lap. My legs straddle his tights, my ass on his knees. I shrug, because it wasn't bad, and he nods. "Good" then his lips are pressing into mine.

"Missed you" he murmurs, his hands slipping up my thighs, to my hips. He's tugging me close, my ass sliding to his thighs. He uses his grip on my hips to angle my hips, and roll them into his. A gasp slides out of me, as my fingers slip into his hair. Tilting his head back, deepening the kiss.

He lets me take control for a while, my tongue stroking his. Lapping at him. He keeps a steady pace of rolling my hips, until I start to do it myself. It feels good, the familiar warmth spreading down and wrapping around my core.

It tingles, and he's pulling away, kissing my jaw. Behind my ear, he murmurs. "Can I try something?" he asks, nipping my ear. I nod, because everything we've tried I've really liked. His hands slide from my hips, to my button on my jeans.

He undoes it, and slips his hand into my boxers, pulling my dick free. "I need you to do the same to me, baby" his voice is hoarse. Excitement zips through me, at the idea of touching him. The warmth tightens, a whimper slipping free. My hands slip from his hair, going to his sweats.

My hand slowly, unsurely slips into his pants. His boxers. My hand wraps around his silk smooth dick, making me gasp quietly. He's hard, and thick. Thicker than me. Slowly, I pull him out, my eyes roaming to my hand.

He's big, and it's slightly terrifying. I'm not stupid, I know that I'll be the bottom out of us all, it's what I like. It's the role I slipped into, and I'm fine with it. But having that, huge fucking thing in me?

That's terrifying. I don't think there's room for that.

"You okay?" Jase asks, and I notice he's stopped kissing me. He's looking at me. I blush, the flush spreading through my body,