The Trade

by Quinn, Meghan

  Growling, I lift her and sit her on me, surprising the fuck out of her as her hands land on my chest. Her legs situate perfectly over my hips as her center rests on my lap and for a second, I wonder . . .

  I slide my hands up her thighs, her mouth falling open from my burning palms running all the way up to her hipbones . . . where I feel nothing.

  Eyes blazing, I look her dead in the eyes and say, “Where the fuck is your underwear?”

  Breathing heavily, she answers, “Forgot them.”

  Jesus Christ.

  I run my hands over her hips, her nightgown pooling over my wrists as I grab two handfuls of her ass and help her move along my length.

  “Oh God.” Mouth still parted, she says, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Her hands run up to my shoulders. “God, I’ve wanted this. You. Me. Feeling your skin against mine, knowing what it feels like to have your large hands on my body.” Her forehead falls to mine. “I need this, Cory. I need this so fucking bad.”

  My neck strains as she starts to cautiously rub her wet center along my cock as it straightens against my stomach. She glances at our connection, seeing my exposed cock now, the fabric of my shorts not able to contain my length.

  In shock, she looks back up at me as she sinks lower, pressing her clit along my shaft. “You’re so big, oh God, Cory . . . so big.”

  “Then use me,” I say, head tilted back. “Show me how greedy your pussy can be and ride me.”

  Her hands coast up my neck and cup my jaw as she starts to lower her head to mine. If she kisses me, there’ll be no turning back. The mouth I’ve idolized for the past few months, the mouth that’s starred in my dreams—the one I’ve fantasized sliding up and down my erection—it will ruin me. And yet, as she closes the space between us, I figure, I’m already ruined at this point. Feeling her wet heat with no underwear, there’s no turning back.

  The only way to salvage any last piece of my heart in this moment is to give her what she wants, but not take.

  Leaning back, I make her come to me, which she does, easily. Her thumbs rub against my rough jaw right before she lightly presses her lips against mine.

  Motherfucker.

  My hands slide up her back, feeling the delicate curve of her spine, pressing her breasts against my chest as she makes another move of her lips against mine. Tentative and exploratory, she’s feeling me out, testing what I can give her. I don’t give much at first. Just the smallest movements as her hips still, focusing on the feel of our mouths.

  After a few more passes, I move one hand all the way up to the back of her neck, thread my fingers through her hair, and then move her in closer, angling her mouth so when I part her lips, our mouths work in unison.

  A tingling sensation forms at my breastbone, as the significance of this moment weighs heavily on me.

  God, this woman. Her taste. The feel of her skin.

  I open my mouth wider and swipe my tongue against her lip, and she moans. Holds on to me tighter and opens her mouth wider, making her own swipes across my lips until our tongues finally collide. It’s like fuel to the flame. My grip on her grows tighter as I taste her. Mint with an added sweetness that I’ve never tasted before, her own essence, which makes me wonder, what the fuck does her pussy taste like? If it’s anything like her mouth, I need to find out.

  “Cory . . .” she groans, starting to move her hips again. “I want this. I need this. Please make me feel.”

  I lower my hands to her hips and my mouth to her jaw, kissing down her neck and back up. “Then ride my cock. Show me how bad you want it.”

  “Like this?” she asks, almost unsure.

  “Yes, like that.”

  With the fabric of my shorts between us, she cautiously starts to move up and down my length a few times before I drive her hips down on me and guide her, making her feel the girth of my dick between her thighs.

  “Oh . . . fuck,” she says, gripping my shoulders to catch her balance. She moves faster, picking up her pace to where I see her start to lose control. Her eyes are shut, her hands holding on to me so tightly that if she lets go, she might float away. The strain in her neck is fucking sexy as hell.

  “That’s it,” I say, encouraging her. “Use my dick, Natalie, use it.”

  Her pace increases, her fingers bury into my shoulders, and then she calls out as her back stiffens.

  I watch in wonder how her mouth falls open, a strangled cry falls past her lips, loud and feral, as she comes on my cock, her hips pressing down so hard that I feel the twinge of my balls start to stir. I bite down on my lip, holding back. I’m not going to fucking come, not like this.

  Finally, she starts to slow down as her forehead falls to my chest, her breath hot against my skin as she tries to catch it.

  “Oh my God, Cory.”

  I drag her nightgown up and over her head and toss it to the ground. On a deep breath, I lean back, wanting to take her all in. Mouthwatering. Flushed and pink from where my scruff has rubbed against her delicate skin, she sits completely naked on my lap, chest rising and falling, her labored breath barely holding her up.

  I press my palm to her sternum and lean her back onto the mattress until she’s completely flat in front of me. That’s when I take the time to soak her all in. Thin collarbone stretches from shoulder to shoulder, plump breasts are high on her chest with dark rose nipples, tight and turned on—fucking perfection. Her stomach is flat and stretches down to her bare and waxed pussy. I can see how turned on she was, how wet she was—and my shorts are an indication of that.

  She’s breathtaking, easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

  Heart hammering, my need growing stronger by the second but not wanting to feel how warm and tight she is, I straddle her body, my cock jutting out, begging for some relief.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, bringing my mouth down to her ear where I whisper, “Watching you come took my goddamn breath away.”

  Her hands float to my neck and while her fingers play with the short strands of my hair, she brings her lips to mine once again, our tongues colliding. It’s so goddamn sweet, her tentative but confident swipes, as if the initial touch spurs her on for more.

  In the back of my head, I know I should stop, that I should put an end to this, because the more I play with her mouth, the more I feel her naked body against my bare torso, writhing and begging, the more I feel myself get sucked into an endless web of Natalie, one that’s going to take some master maneuvering to get out of.

  But . . .

  Fuck, just one more taste. I want to see if her mouth matches her pussy. I need to fucking find out.

  Lowering down her body, I press my lips against her taut nipples, sucking them in and rolling my tongue over the nubs. She makes beautifully erotic noises in the back of her throat every time I nibble on them, every time I thrust my pelvis between her legs. It’s addicting, so I continue to do it until my dick is about to burst.

  I pull back, breathing heavy, staring at her marred skin.

  “Shit,” I mutter, lowering to kiss the spot between her neck and her shoulder and then her chest and her breasts. “I bit you.”

  “I loved it,” she says, pressing her hand to the back of my head. “Again.”

  “Natalie, I don’t—”

  “Please, Cory,” she pleads breathlessly and I nearly snap.

  Bringing my mouth back to her breasts, I suck on the sensitive skin, I bite down on it, and then I lick. I repeat the process all over her breasts, back up to her neck until she’s clawing at me, shaking beneath my body. I reach down between us, to her pussy where I press two fingers along her slick heat. I slide right over and groan into her shoulder.

  “Fuck, you’re hot. So wet, so greedy.”

  “More,” she says. “Give me more.”

  I slip my fingers inside her and with the light thrust, she constricts around me, causing my head to fall forward on her chest. Motherfucker, what I wouldn’t give to feel that with my dick, to feel how tight and war
m she is pulling at me with such force that I come in seconds. I wouldn’t even be ashamed, because I know that’s how good it would be.

  Biting down to her pelvis, I mark her hipbone with my teeth and then move across to the other side. When my mouth passes over her pubic bone, she gasps and stills.

  I work on her other hip for a few seconds and then lower to right above her mound.

  “Please . . . Cory.” Her arm falls across her eyes, her skin glistening as her hips rock up, searching for my mouth.

  “Please what?” I ask, stilling my fingers.

  “Please.”

  She doesn’t say anything else, as she writhes beneath me.

  In a commanding voice, I say “Look at me.”

  She takes a few deep breaths and then moves her arms, opening those beautiful eyes to me. I remove my fingers, eliciting a whimper from her swollen lips, and I bring my fingers to my mouth where I suck on them. Her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head.

  As do mine, because all I can taste is sweet, sweet Natalie on my tongue.

  “You want me to eat you out?” I ask. “You want me to taste your pussy? Roll my tongue over your cunt until you’re screaming my name, ensuring everyone in this goddamn resort knows exactly who’s pleasuring you?”

  “Yes,” she answers, straining.

  “Then say it,” I say sternly. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  Her chest rises and falls, her breasts marked by my mouth as she sits up on her elbows and looks me in the eyes. Her gaze is wild, her hair a beautiful mess, and her lips are so red, all I want to do is suck on them all over again.

  “Fuck me with your tongue.”

  “Goddammit,” I mutter as a sharp bolt of lust shoots down my spine and pools at the base of my balls.

  With both hands, I spread her legs wide and then push them up. “Hold these and don’t fucking move.”

  She grabs her legs, spreading wide for me and I lower my mouth to her flesh, parting her with two fingers and flattening my tongue across her clit. Her body shoots up off the mattress as she cries out my name.

  “Cory, I won’t last long.”

  Neither will I.

  My cock rubs against the mattress, the lack of relief almost too painful to handle. I’m tempted to reach between my legs and start pumping my hand up and down the hard length of my dick but remind myself this is about her, and her needs. Giving her the fling, despite how much it’s going to hurt me in the long run.

  Reaching up with the hand that’s not spreading her wide open for me, I grip one of her breasts and squeeze it, then pull on her nipple, rolling the nub, then filling my palm, then rolling and pinching, all the while, my tongue presses flatly against her clit but doesn’t move.

  She shivers beneath me, her body thrumming with release.

  “Cory, you have to move. Please lick me.”

  When she begs like that, it sends an acute thrill through my veins, adding to this incredible experience. It makes me want to do exactly what she’s begging for.

  I release her breast and lower my hand to her navel where I press on her stomach with my palm, keeping her in place while I flick my tongue along her clit.

  “Yes, just like that.” Her hand threads through my hair, pulling on the short strands when I swirl my tongue around her bundle of nerves, rotating and reversing the motion until she starts to shake under my touch.

  “Want more?”

  “Yes, God, yes. Make me come, Cory.”

  Releasing my hold on her but keeping my tongue in place, I press two fingers inside her entrance and start moving them in and out, curling up with each thrust in. I match the movement with my tongue, flicking and pushing in at the same time, swirling and curving at the right moment.

  Her hands grip the blankets, squeezing tight, her mouth falls open, her chest lifts, and she screams my name so loud, I swear people on the beach can hear her as she comes on my tongue.

  Her pussy constricts around my fingers and her hips try to ride me, but I keep her in place. I make her come over and over again with my small movements, to the point that her legs are shaking and she’s on the verge of tears. I slow down, turning my strokes into long languid ones, until she’s completely sated. That’s when I lift off the mattress and go straight to the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the shower, and start pumping my hand up and down my cock like I’ve done every other day this week. This time, I can taste her on my lips, and taking her on my tongue is no longer a dream, but a reality.

  I lean against the tile of the wall, my back to the cold surface, the contradiction of my blazing hot skin against the cool wall ensuring my senses feel everything.

  The cool water.

  Her taste.

  Remembering the noises she made.

  The tightening of my balls.

  Every last inch of my swollen cock . . . until white-hot bliss spreads through my limbs, singeing my veins, and taking over every nerve ending in my body.

  My cock swells and I grunt loudly as I come so fucking hard, I slide down against the wall until I’m a puddle on the shower floor.

  “Fuck.” My breath comes in spurts, my heart beating so wildly that I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. What the fuck did I just put my body through?

  I’ve never edged like that, I’ve never not taken, and I’ve never felt so emotionally determined to making a woman come that if I didn’t feel her clench around me, I wouldn’t be satisfied.

  Burying my head in my hands, I sit on the shower floor, trying to comprehend how I’m going to handle this now. How I’m going to not get emotionally invested in this woman when I want more and she wants less.

  The only answer? I don’t. I walk back out there and act like everything is cool.

  Be casual.

  Act like her smile doesn’t have me by the balls. And the more I fake it, hopefully the more I believe it.

  I quickly rinse with some soap and then dry off. I rub the towel through my short hair and then wrap it around my waist since my boxers are in the other room. On a deep breath, I open the bathroom to a dark suite, the only light in the room is from the moon reflecting off the ocean outside.

  Did she go to sleep?

  Wanting to be quiet just in case she did, I tiptoe to my bag, find a clean pair of briefs, thanks to the laundry service at the resort, and slip them on just as I hear a sniffle. I whip around to see Natalie curled up on the couch bed, covers drawn over her, a slight shake to her shoulder.

  I still my breathing, holding it so I can hear better and in the matter of seconds, another sniffle.

  Is she . . . crying?

  Just the thought of her being upset pulls at my heart. Did I make her upset? Was I too rough? Too demanding? Hell, I couldn’t help myself. I can’t be held accountable for my actions, not when I was finally getting a taste of what I’ve wanted for so long.

  Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I toss my towel toward the bathroom and pull the covers of the bed down . . .

  Chapter Sixteen

  NATALIE

  Oh God. Oh God. Oh my fucking God.

  I have never experienced . . . an orgasm . . . where I can barely feel my legs. I loved Ansel for a very long time and thought we’d had a beautiful relationship in bed. But what Cory delivered, what he just did to my body, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His fingers, his tongue, his lips, the scratch of his coarse hair to my soft skin . . . it was indescribable.

  My throat feels hoarse, my skin burns from his scruffy jaw, but I relish in the feeling of being marked by him. Being marked all over by him. After that many orgasms, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. It’s bliss.

  The mattress dips as my brain starts to un-fog and the sheer cry of my voice starts to fall from my ears. And just as I’m about to open my eyes, lean up and kiss the man on the lips to return the favor, I feel him pass by the bottom of the bed and head straight to the bathroom where he locks the door and turns on the shower.

  Still feeling dazed a
nd quite confused, I sit up and look around. Did he really just leave? To take a shower?

  As if to wash my scent away?

  That can’t possibly be what he’s doing. On shaky legs, I stand from the bed. Naked and sore from how deliciously aggressive he was, I pad over to the bathroom and press my ear against the door.

  Water hits the shower tile.

  And then . . . light slapping, a far-off grunt.

  No way. Emotion starts to clog my throat. Is he jacking off in there? I test the handle and like I thought, it’s locked. I lean in again and the telltale sign of him moaning echoes off the tiled shower stall, sending my stomach into a dizzying catapult.

  I step away, my hand falling to my neck, unsure what to do.

  Why would he just leave like that? Go to the bathroom, wash me off, take care of his own relief? Doesn’t he want me?

  Insecurity washes over me as I think about everything I said in the heat of the moment, begging him to fuck me with his tongue, calling out his name, telling him exactly where I wanted him to touch me, how to fuck me.

  How . . . embarrassing.

  Lip trembling, a ball of uncertainty hits me dead in the gut as I make my way back to the couch bed. I sit on the edge and look back at the bathroom, his groaning louder now, piercing my soul. Doesn’t he trust me to pleasure him? To give him exactly what he needs like he gave me? Doesn’t he want me to touch him . . .

  My lip trembles more as my eyes sting with tears. I lean back on the bed, curl into my pillow, and cry.

  I’ve never experienced such an unreal sensation like Cory gave me just minutes ago, only to drop so suddenly to the pit of my biggest insecurities.

  Not good enough.

  Not experienced enough.

  Not pretty enough.

  Not in his league . . .

  Was that a pity fuck? Did he feel bad that he’d turned me down the entire vacation that he decided to throw me a bone? I’m Jason’s sister, his new teammate, and he doesn’t want to make things awkward from my advances so he did the deed and then took care of himself?