Trent’s lips immediately landed on mine, and he began to ravage my mouth with his tongue. I could feel so much passion and desire in his kiss. It got more intense, and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle if we didn’t get to his apartment soon. The doors finally opened, but Trent kept kissing me—the doors almost closed before he hit the button to stop the elevator and pulled me into the hallway. My body was coursing with furious desire. It was like molten lava in my veins. I had craved Trent’s touch—and so much more—for what felt like my entire life. I thought I could put it all behind me when I left Cabot Beach, but I was wrong. The hate I felt never truly allowed me to forget—I held on to just enough—and that was all he needed to make me fall for him all over again.
I swore I would never trust him with my heart, and now I want to give him the only key to it…
“Here we are…” Trent opened his apartment door and pulled me inside.
“Are you ready to do some groveling now?” I stepped into his arms and started to rub his cock through his pants.
“Let me show you how I grovel.” He pushed my hand away. “I’ll show you exactly how sorry I am.”
“Oh have you had a lot of practice?” I narrowed my eyes and smiled.
“Never with the right person.” He pulled me towards the couch, and his lips began to move against my neck—all the way up to my earlobe. “It should have always been you—and only you.”
Trent’s hands moved along my body, and I felt the fire in his touch. My blazer hit the floor first, and then he started tugging at the sleeveless top I was wearing underneath it. I lifted my arms and let him remove it; then I felt his fingers against my skin. I was so overcome with desire that it felt like his hands and lips were everywhere. He squeezed my ass, moved his hands up my back, and unfastened my bra. It fell to the floor at our feet, and my whole body began to simmer with excitement. I always dreamed of being naked in his arms, and for the first time since I left Cabot Beach, I felt like the same teenage girl that was so trusting—so blinded by love—so head over heels for Trent Rigsby that nothing else mattered.
Damn, I’ve missed this feeling. I chased it so many times, but nothing could compare to what was taken away from me…
My thoughts were in disarray, but it felt good to be trapped in the excitement. Trent’s lips pressed against my skin, and his hands moved to my breasts. My nipples instantly became hard nubs underneath his fingers. I squirmed a little bit when they sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. Trent kissed my neck, pressed his lips to mine, and kissed me so long that my knees went weak. I sank down onto the couch—it didn’t even seem like we were going to make it to the bedroom, but I didn’t care. He tugged and pulled at my skirt until the zipper gave away—just enough for him to quickly remove it from my hips. His hands moved along my inner thighs and pushed my legs apart.
“I thought you were going to grovel.” I gasped when his fingers brushed against my pussy and wrapped around my panties.
“These have to come off first.” He gave my panties a firm tug, and I heard a few threads pop.
Trent pulled my panties down my thighs and started to kiss my abdomen. The molten lava seemed to center itself everywhere that his lips pressed on my skin. I was surprised that my panties weren’t completely soaked by the time they made it to the floor next to the rest of my clothes. I was always scared that if I ever did end up naked in Trent’s arms that he would be disappointed—that I was still as unattractive as I felt when I was fifteen, even after guys started noticing my curves. The look in his eyes was everything but disappointed. It was pure desire mixed with excitement like he had been waiting as long as I had for the moment that consumed us.
“They’re off now.” I gasped as his lips pressed against my abdomen again. “I don’t see any groveling…”
“I’m going to grovel with this.” He made quick circles with his tongue. “And I’m not going to stop groveling until you come.”
“Oh wow…” A sharp breath of air burst from my mouth.
Trent moved his lips and tongue along my abdomen, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. It was aching for his touch. The excitement and desire were turning into need. If that was how he wanted to grovel, then I wasn’t going to turn him down. It was a joke anyway. He had been tortured for too long, and I didn’t need him on his knees to know that he was sorry for what he did. I relaxed my muscles as my thighs were pushed further apart. He kissed the skin on my inner thighs and alternated from the right to the left leg. The sensation of molten lava was underneath every one of those kisses. If I had spontaneously combusted, I wouldn’t have been surprised—he made my whole body burn.
Each one of Trent’s kisses moved his lips and tongue closer to my pussy. The fantasies I thought would always be in my head—parts of the past that I had let go of—were back in full force. They were unfolding in front of my eyes. Time paused for us the night of my graduation party, but it was a long pause that we both needed. Perhaps it would have never worked if I had ended up in his arms that night—perhaps we would have drifted apart before we ever understood how much we could mean to each other.
“Are you going to let me grovel as long as I want?” I felt Trent’s hot breath on my pussy as he spoke.
“I’m going to want a lot more than just that version of groveling.” A sighed passed across my lips, and I smiled.
“You’re going to get it all tonight.” He pressed his lips to the skin above my clit. “And you’ll beg for it before we’re done…”
“I don’t like to beg.” I looked down at him and shook my head.
“I’ll make you want to beg.” He smiled, and his tongue made a circle around my clit.
Trent pushed the hood away from my clit with his fingers and began to move his tongue around it in quick circles. I was in heaven before my body was even able to process the way it felt. He knew what he was doing—I doubted he could have made me feel that good when we were younger. My mind flashed back to the awkward attempts by guys in college, and I quickly realized they had absolutely no clue what they needed to do to make me feel good. It was an entirely new version of pleasure.
Trent flicked his tongue against my clit at least a dozen times before he let his tongue slowly slide down to the entrance of my pussy. Several quick circles made my body react to him, and I felt myself getting wetter. I squirmed a couple of times when the sensation got too intense, and then he pushed his tongue inside me. Even that felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to the way it felt when he moved back to my clit and made more circles around the sensitive knot of nerve endings.
“Oh god…” I put a hand on his head, and my fingers got tangled in his sandy-blond hair. “That feels so good. Don’t stop…”
“You couldn’t make me stop if you tried.” Trent pulled his tongue away for a brief second, then immediately flicked against my clit.
My body was buzzing with pleasure. It was so damn good that I wanted to scream. He started making quick circles around my clit again. His tongue made all of the stress from the day evaporate. The pleasure got so intense that I had to let go of his hair because I was afraid my body would jerk so hard that I would accidentally end up pulling some of it out. I could taste the bliss in the air, and my thoughts spun with wild desire. I couldn’t have organized my thoughts if I wanted to. All I could do was melt into the excitement and let the molten fire rage through my veins. It was so good that I couldn’t even keep my eyes open.
“This is some really good groveling!” I threw my head back, and a loud moan rushed from my throat.
I could feel the molten lava centering into a tight ball of pressure. It was building fast, and my body was aching for that beautiful release. I wasn’t used to that kind of build. I hadn’t been with a guy yet that made me want to retire my vibrator, but Trent made me think it belonged in a dumpster. The pressure got so tight I thought spontaneous combustion was a real possibility if I didn’t come soon. My body squirmed, jerked, and I dug my nails
into Trent’s scalp. I thought I was actually going to hurt him, but he didn’t budge. His tongue got faster—the bliss was going to erupt inside me, and the intensity was on a level I didn’t know how to comprehend. It was pure euphoria doused in an inferno of emotions for the man who was determined to grovel—he could grovel all night long for all I cared.
“You’re gonna make me come. Oh fuck. Yes!” My toes curled, my abdomen clenched, and I felt the rush beginning.
“No…” Trent pulled his tongue away. “Not until you beg.”
“You evil bastard!” I was pulled from the edge of bliss in an instant. “Don’t stop—please don’t fucking stop.”
“Beg for it…” He pressed his lips to my clit and teased it with his tongue, which made the fire reignite in a second.
“Fine, you win.” I let out a gasp and a moan. “Please make me come! I’m fucking begging you!”
“That’s better…” Trent chuckled and then started moving his tongue in fast circles again.
Trent won that round. He made me beg. He wasn’t going to get away with it—I was going to make my revenge just as evil as his. If his tongue wasn’t so fucking good, I would have given him an earful that made the letter I wrote him so long ago sound like poetry. No guy had ever made me beg—they were usually the ones that had to plead for what they wanted before my panties ever left my hips. I would have tried to analyze how Trent went from groveling to making me beg for his tongue if I wasn’t lost in bliss two seconds after the words left my lips. Trent moved his tongue, picked up speed, and just when I got closing to coming for the second time, he started to slow down again.
“I already begged…” An exasperated moan echoed in my throat. “What the hell!”
“I like hearing you beg. It’s hot as fuck.” Trent narrowed his eyes and slowly moved his tongue in circles around my clit.
“You’re going to regret this.” I dug my nails into his scalp. “Please give me what I want!”
“Oh, it’s a want?” He laughed. “Maybe when it’s a need…”
Is it possible to go from head over heels to wanting to strangle someone in a matter of minutes because he seems desperate to find out…
If Trent’s tongue hadn’t felt so good, I might have moved my hands from his scalp to his throat. He might have been the sweet, kind guy that I remembered, but there was still a hint of the man he had become since he left Cabot Beach. That wasn’t just an act he put on—he had a certain level of vindictiveness in his heart—or maybe he was the kind of guy that got hard when women begged. He was lucky that I was too excited to say more than I did—and once his tongue got into rhythm again, all I could think about was the orgasm that was building. The fury was even more intense after being teased, and I could tell that I was going to come so hard that I would instantly forgive him, even if I didn’t want to in the moment.
“Okay…” I let out a long sigh, followed by a moan. “I need it! I need to come!”
“Then beg for what you need…” Trent smiled at me and picked up where he left off before the pleasure had a chance to dwindle.
Trent was going to win his twisted little game—he definitely didn’t know how to play by the rules unless he was the one setting them. Maybe that’s what attracted me to him in the first place. The balance of power was in his favor because he had a tongue that might as well have been made of velvet and absolute perfection. It felt so good that I literally forgot to beg after he told me, and my punishment was an abrupt stop when I was so damn close to my release. The euphoria was so thick in the room that I was inhaling it—exhaling it—breathing it just to stay alive for a few more seconds so I could draw that sweet bliss into my lungs.
“I’m begging you Trent—I can’t beg you anymore.” My voice got weaker, and I whined my words between moans.
You can tell how my body is reacting, but I can’t take much more…
The molten lava soaked pressure built with a new intensity. I got close to the edge and prepared myself to cater to another demand, but Trent’s tongue didn’t slow down. It was well beyond want. It would have been beyond need if there was another level of desperation I could sink to. My soul was in disarray, like a fractured being inside of my body that didn’t know how to come back together again. Trent had wrecked me. It was emotional and physical destruction that made my broken heart seem like it wasn’t worth remembering anymore. Maybe that was his point—maybe it was what I truly needed more than the orgasm that I was on the cusp of experiencing. I had to be torn apart in order to be his.
“Yes!” My head rolled back, and every muscle in my body seized up. “If you stop now, I will never forgive you!”
Trent didn’t stop. My muscles seized so hard that it felt like my whole body was going to start convulsing on the couch. I was shaking so hard that it felt like there was an earthquake going off underneath me. Trent’s tongue stayed hyper-focused on my clit. Every rotation made euphoria shoot through my veins like gushing lava that could no longer be contained. The torment was coming to an end—a beautiful end—a euphoric end. My mouth opened wide, and a scream poured across my lips. It would have been deafening if the blood rushing through my body wasn’t so loud. The pressure had nowhere to go. My body couldn’t contain it.
“Oh! My! God!” I rolled forward, then my body was slung backwards by the convulsions that ripped through me.
I started to come with so much fury that my vision went dark. My senses shut off. The only thing that remained was pleasure. It erupted inside of me like thunder and lightning that crashed into the molten fire that surged through my body. I said so many things—I begged—I pleaded—I promised him everything that a woman could promise a man. None of the words were mine; they were just bursts of emotions mixed with pure euphoria. The orgasm peaked, then I stayed in that peak until my body couldn’t handle it. My body twitched, squirmed, and ached for what felt like an eternity as multiple orgasms followed the first one. I didn’t even notice when Trent’s tongue slowed down because I was numb from head to toe.
“Was it really that hard to beg.” Trent lifted up, and my eyes parted enough to see a devious smile on his face.
No—and it really turned me on. Obviously, he knows that…
“You’re such a bastard….” I blew air through pursed lips as I tried to cool the fire that still raged inside me.
“I know.” He pressed his lips—somewhere—I saw him move, but I couldn’t feel them. “But I bet you’ll beg for it again.”
You already know that I will…
Chapter Twenty-Three
Trent
There was silence in the air after I made Brooke come. I heard Brooke’s breathing go from quick gasps and bursts of oxygen to fading out to the point that I could barely hear it. I pulled her into my arms, and her eyes were mostly closed—occasionally, she would let them part to give me a quick glare before she smiled and settled back into my arms. She was trying to be mad, or make me think she was mad, but I made her feel too good for that to be possible. I was okay if our night didn’t go any further than the couch. She wasn’t stressed about work—the words that seemed like they just had to be said were no longer necessary. We found our way back to each other, even when it seemed like that was impossible.
Deep down, I knew I wasn’t completely worthy of Brooke’s forgiveness. I would have grovelled as long as she wanted, even if I wasn’t down on my knees, just to see those eyes look at me the way they did when I deserved to have her captivated stare. I was the luckiest man in the world because I had the honor of knowing the teenage girl she used to be and the woman she became. They were both fascinating in different ways, blended together to be the only person that could ever grace my arms and elicit the kind of emotional connection I felt when she was there. I was never going to let her go—no matter what. I would never be foolish enough to take what we had for granted again.
Line up every woman in the world—I’ll always choose her and prove my loyalty by avoiding every single form of temptation.
“You’re still an evil bastard…” Brooke’s eyes finally opened, and she looked up at me with a grin on her face.
“I know.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “But you liked it.”
“You just dug your own grave.” She lifted up in my arms.
“Oh? Are you finally going to spit on it?” I narrowed my eyes and kept myself from laughing.
“No.” She shook her head quickly. “I’m going to make you beg.”
“Try…” I smiled and kissed her cheek.
Brooke started to kiss my neck. Her lips moved against my skin, her tongue teased my earlobe, and her fingers started unbuttoning my shirt from bottom to top. She made her way to my tie, pulled it tight enough to make me snap to attention, and then kissed me with so much fury that my head spun. My tie choked me for a second, but she pulled it free before I lost too many breathes. It landed on the floor next to her dress, and then she pulled my shirt out of my pants. Her touch was aggressive, and it made me grin when she finally got my shirt off. Her head leaned back slightly, and her fingers traced the ink on my chest.
“These are new…” She let her hand slowly move down my abdomen, outlining each tattoo on the way down.
“I told you I was going to get a tattoo one day.” I nodded as I remembered one of our conversations from Cabot Beach.
“You got more than one.” She smiled and studied the ink on my arms. “I like them.”
Brooke didn’t stay distracted by my ink for long. Her hand moved to my pants, and she started rubbing my cock through the fabric. It was already engorged from making her come, but her touch made it get even harder. Her fingers fumbled with my belt, and then she unfastened it. I had a feeling that she was going to make good on her promise and force me to beg before the night was over. Her lips smoldered against my skin as they descended down my abdomen, and then she sank to the floor between my thighs.
“Now you’re the one on your knees.” I looked down at her grinned.
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