Fingertips smoothed the slippery liquid seeping from the tip around his hyper-sensitive cock head. “Oh, fuck,” he said on a grunt. “Yeah, baby, keep touching me.”
She hummed against his neck and trailed her hand over his full length before sitting back and peering down. He followed her gaze, barely noting how his stiff cock rested along the line of his abs and over his navel. What drew his attention was the stark difference between their states of undress. While he was naked down to his thighs, she still wore panties, a bunched up skirt and her bra and tank shoved above her chest. Tony scowled, trying to make her clothes spontaneously combust, but no such luck.
“You’re um...” She cleared her throat. “You’re bigger than what I’m used to.”
He held her face and forced her to look at him, ready to thank her for the compliment until he saw the very real concern in her eyes. His brows drew together. “By how much?”
She swallowed hard. “Very much.”
Tony reminded himself that now was not the time to mentally gloat about dwarfing her ex’s dick, but he still felt his chest puff up, even if only metaphorically. He needed to focus on reassuring Trish or he wouldn’t have anything to be proud about.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I promise you’ll open up for me,” he said softly. Reaching behind her, he used one hand to hold her panties to the side and inserted a thick finger from his right hand deep inside her. Trish sucked in a breath and bucked against his hand. “I’ll show you.”
For several minutes he helped her hot channel stretch around his fingers until he had his three longest ones thrusting deep inside her. “Oh my God,” she moaned. His left arm banded around her waist and pulled her in tight. Her juices dripped down his hand and onto his balls and bare thighs. More. Need more, always more.
Using his hands, he tilted her pelvis and... “There,” he grunted as he notched the head of his dick at the top of her folds to hit the right spot.
“Uhn!” she cried with a jolt, then she pressed her forehead to his as though needing the contact to ground herself in the moment. He couldn’t deny needing the same thing as his breaths sawed in and out.
After a few experimental movements, she got the hang of how to use him to stimulate her clit. Little by little she quickened her pace and he synced his fingers with it, reveling in the way her inner walls sucked harder against his retreats.
“Fuck yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “Just like that, baby. Feel good?”
She nodded. Her lax expression told him she’d left the ability for coherent speech behind. Perfect. The only language she spoke now came from her gorgeous body.
He’d planned to hold out until he’d made her come at least once with his fingers, but a man was only so strong. If he didn’t get inside her right now, he’d lose his mind, not to mention his pride when he shot his load all over his stomach.
“Trish,” he gritted out. “Condom. Wallet, right back pocket.” She surprised him when she found it without any problems and tossed his wallet off to the side as soon as she had the prize in her hand. “Roll it on me so I can feel this wet pussy surrounding my cock. You’re ready.”
In seconds he was sheathed and poised at her opening. He nudged her channel and moaned an exhale in a rush. It’d contracted again, making it a snug fit despite his fingers having just left her. He let her control the speed as she lowered herself onto his shaft. Inch by excruciating fucking inch, the woman he’d wanted more than any other took him into her body.
“That’s it, baby, only a little bit more.” She nodded, but held still for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Or maybe from a hint of trepidation at how he filled her so completely. “Trish, we don’t have to go any farther. You’re in control. Right now is probably as far as my fingers could go, and I know that felt good to you, didn’t it?”
Again, she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. So if you want to start moving and make it feel good again, I’m on board.” He paused, kissing her lips and teasing her with his tongue. “No matter what you do, I’m going to love it, so I’ll follow your lead.”
“I don’t want to stop. You feel so good, Tony. I want all of you, I do. I’m just a little nervous,” she said with a half-shrug.
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her in. He loved how small she felt to him, how easily she let him command her body. Speaking into her ear, he said, “Would you like me to help you sink all the way onto my cock, Trish? Until I’m so fucking deep inside you there’s no way to tell where I end and you begin?”
A quiet whimper accompanied her nod.
Fire raced through his veins. He’d never been so turned on in his life, and it was giving him ideas he never would’ve considered before. Being with Trish—in Trish—took him to a whole new level of sexual awareness, and he knew exactly how to help her.
Tony took hold of her hands and pulled them behind her, then through the bottom half of the steering wheel to place them on his knees. So fucking beautiful. The position gave her a way to brace herself and also kept her arched back so he had the perfect view of where he disappeared inside her. And how much more of him still needed in.
Drops of sweat gathered and spilled over the swells and between her full, rounded tits begging for attention. His hands covered them, squeezed, released, then pinched the tips of her taut nipples, steadily increasing the pressure. He watched her eyes closely, waiting for them to tell him when it crossed from pleasure to pain and just beyond.
Now.
Instantly he released them to let the blood flow back into the red buds, causing her to throw her head back and cry out his name and God’s several times over. A new flood of warmth bathed his cock, and he used it to slide home the last couple of inches.
He had to move or he’d die. He was sure of it. “Are you okay?” he panted. “Trish, sweetheart, talk to me.”
She didn’t offer him words, but something better. Her hips began grinding on his, back and forth, keeping him fully seated. “I can’t believe how good this feels. When you let go, I felt like lightning shot from my nipples straight to my clit. Was that...?”
“I have no doubt it felt amazing, but no. You didn’t come.” Her bottom lip stuck out with her eyebrows drawn in. How in the hell did she make a pout look sexy?
“How do you know?”
“Keep holding on to my legs like you are, and let me do all the work.”
Bracing his feet on the floorboard, Tony thrust his hips up deep and hard, over and over. His hands splayed over the crease where thigh met body and his thumbs met in the middle over her clit. One pulled the skin above it tight to expose the swollen bundle of nerves while the other teased it mercilessly.
Tony studied every detail about her. He wanted the image of her in this moment to be burned into his mind. The way her damp skin glowed in the moonlight. How wisps of her loose curls stuck to her face and neck. How sexy she looked with her shirt shoved up, her nipples hard and red from his attention. Parted, swollen lips and hooded eyes glazed over with lust.
“Oh God, it feels...I don’t know...” She whimpered and shook her head. “Tony, I-- Shit, it’s too much.”
She freed her arms out and plowed her hands into his hair, fisting large chunks and pulling in frustration. He didn’t slow, didn’t relent. “You’re almost there, keep going.”
Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she shook her head again. “I don’t think I can take it.”
“Yes, you can,” he said. “Open your eyes and look at me. Trish, look at me.”
Finally, she listened. Endless dark pools stared back at him, searching for an answer on how to deal with the overwhelming sensations flooding her. “Just hold on to me and let me take you over that edge. Trust me.”
Trish dug her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded, curling her body over him to rest her forehead on his shoulder as he continued to pleasure her.
She had no idea how much she humbled him. She trusted him to bring her pleasure she
couldn’t foresee and didn’t believe was possible for her. Knowing that alone would have brought him to his knees had he been standing. He didn’t take her offering lightly or for granted, and he would do everything possible to make this experience one that she’d never forget.
Gritting his teeth through the strain of beating back the fire swirling in his balls, he drove her closer to what had been denied her for too damn long. “You’re so perfect,” he rasped against her ear. “I love your pussy. So hot and tight and wet. I want to feel you come, baby. Feel you tighten on me like a fucking vise.”
Finally, he felt her body start its climb to oblivion. Knowing she was about to topple from riding the knife’s edge made him double his efforts. “Oh God oh shit oh God oh shit—”
Tony clamped a hand over her mouth just before she screamed into the stillness of the night. Her nails bit into the skin on his shoulders as she convulsed around his cock so hard he swore his vision blacked out. Moments later he groaned long and loud as she milked his balls of his own release for what seemed like an eternity.
Time had no meaning in the aftermath. They clung to each other, a tangle of sweaty limbs and twisted clothes, panting like dogs lazing in the sun. It might have been only a few minutes or it might have been close to an hour, Tony didn’t know. What he did know, was that he wasn’t the same man he’d been before sex with Trish Howell. His life would forever be split into two time periods: before sex with Trish and after sex with Trish. It didn’t lend itself to catchy acronyms, but he couldn’t ignore that a line had been drawn.
She had raised the bar and now his standards for what he considered “good sex” might be unreachable by any other woman. Figured there’d be a catch to finally getting the one girl he’d wanted longer than he could remember wanting anything else. He’d just have to make sure he got as much of her as he could so he had an entire library of memories to call on after she left town.
Kissing her temple, he began straightening her clothes. “What are you thinking, T?”
Flushed and beautiful, she smiled the smile of a woman well-sexed. “I’m thinking that you fixed me.”
“You were never broken.” Tony lifted a hand and rubbed the side of his thumb over her cheekbone. “You just didn’t have a man who knew how to make your body sing.”
“Then I’m glad I have one now,” she admitted softly. Then quickly added, “Even if it’s only for a little while.”
He managed a half-smile and hoped she assumed he was too exhausted to put more effort into it. As much as it bothered him to think of her leaving again, the reminder was for the best. He had to keep a level perspective of what this was, and what it wasn’t. Otherwise his heart might not survive the summer.
“In that case,” he quipped, “think of me as your temporary voice coach. I’ll be happy to give you lessons as often as you want, all for the low, low price of feeding my ego.”
“Hmm. What if I want the American Idol package?” At his raised brow, she explained. “I’d like enough lessons that I could audition for AI if I wanted. You know, teach me all the advanced singing stuff. How much would that cost?”
Lots of sex with advanced moves thrown in? Hellfuckingyes! He’d probably pay her for that plan if she demanded it. He didn’t have that much pride. But he had a better idea. “I can teach you the advanced stuff no problem. But the cost will be your trust. You’ll have to trust me that I’ll only ever do anything to bring you pleasure. You do that, and you’ll be able sing whatever you want. Deal?”
Her smile shined in the moonlight and she gave him a sharp nod. “Deal.”
CHAPTER FIVE
TRISH MADE HER WAY over to the large soccer field where Tony had told her his youth team, the Shark Bytes, was playing. The game had started a half hour ago, but she’d had to work and told him she’d be over after her shift. Parents and siblings filled the bleachers along one side of the field watching the wee munchkins in blue jerseys mixing with the other team’s green ones.
She found an open spot on the bottom riser and settled in. Tony was striding along the sideline, keeping in step with the action of the game. He looked great in his matching blue jersey and black athletic shorts, and she smiled as he cupped his hands around his mouth to yell instructions to his players in what seemed like a futile attempt at directing chickens with their heads cut off.
He hadn’t yet seen her, which was fine with her. She didn’t want to distract him, plus she enjoyed having this time to study him in his element without him knowing. The last few weeks with Tony had been...well, pretty amazing. She’d been worried that adding sex to their longtime friendship would make things awkward or complicated, but it was exactly the opposite.
It felt like a natural progression for their relationship. They’d always cared a great deal for each other and had fun together. It was easy for Trish to be around Tony. He never pressured her to talk about her past or her future like Rhianna and her mom, and he certainly never felt the need to define their current situation or ask if it was going anywhere. With him, she felt relaxed and carefree. So it was no small wonder why she didn’t mind spending the majority of her free time with him.
He’d suggested keeping things exclusive-casual—which she agreed to—and he even went so far as to pretend she wasn’t crazy when she made beds a no-no. To Trish, two people could screw on a couch and even fall asleep with each other afterward and not feel like an invisible line has been crossed. But that same scenario in a bed changed the whole dynamic. And as far as she was concerned, their “dynamic” was fine the way it was. And by fine she meant panty-scorching, mind-blowing amazing.
That first time in the truck had demolished all her past assumptions that she somehow was incapable of enjoying sex, much less experiencing an orgasm. Tony made her burn hotter than she ever thought possible, and he didn’t even need his body to do it. His words alone could likely make her come. The brain was a powerful thing, and the things he said to her—whether sweet and flattering or salacious and filthy—made her just as wet, if not more, as when he touched her.
Therefore, after reviewing all of the evidence presented to this court, Trish’s ex was found guilty of being a pathetic lover in the first degree. Goodbye and good riddance.
The shrill sound of a whistle blowing brought her out of her relationship musings and back to the present entertainment. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, she laughed at the antics of both teams. It wasn’t exactly a structured game with plays and positions, but rather every player from both teams chasing the ball. It looked like the ball was a powerful magnet and the players were metal shavings that were helpless to be pulled along after it.
During a time out, Tony had glanced over at the bleachers and finally noticed her. She gave him a small finger wave and he returned it with a brilliant smile and wink. A little blonde girl had seen the interaction and immediately announced to the rest of the team in the huddle that “Mr. Tony just winked at that pretty girl,” which instigated a roar of dramatic oohs and giggles and even a few boys singing the “k-i-s-s-i-n-g” song.
Trish felt her cheeks grow hot as dozens of eyes drilled her from the crowd and snickers of laughter drifted on the slight breeze. Tony brought them back under control like a professional cat wrangler and sent them back onto the field. As soon as he made sure the correct amount of players were in the game with the rest of the team safely behind the boundary line, he looked over his shoulder at her and mouthed “sorry.” She smiled and waved it off.
For the rest of the game, she rarely turned her gaze to the action on the field, preferring to study Tony and how he interacted with the kids. He was amazing with them. Clapping and cheering any time one of them made an attempt to kick the ball into the goal or even if they unsuccessfully tried to kick it away from an opposing player. He got the kids who weren’t currently playing excited to cheer for their teammates and changed players often so everyone got fair amounts of play time. And when he crouched down to comfort a boy who’d cried after the ball hit him
in the face, her heart squeezed inside her chest. A couple minutes later, the boy nodded at his coach and wiped his tears away before smiling and running back out to play.
When the whistle blew and the Shark Bytes won 2-0, Tony’s team erupted into screams and cheers and bounced around like the grass was made of trampolines. He directed them to line up and slap the other team’s hands, following after them to do the same thing and then shake the hand of the other coach. One of the parents opened up a cooler full of juice boxes and another held out a container of orange wedges. The kids swarmed both and got their post-game snacks. While they were busy with that, Trish approached Tony from behind.
“Congratulations, Coach,” she said.
Turning around, his face lit up and he instantly pulled her into his arms. “Hey there, sexy. I’m glad you came. I thought maybe you’d changed your mind after working all day.”
“Well, I did have visions of a hot bath and foot soak dancing in my head, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to finally see the deadly Shark Bytes in action. I definitely made the right choice, because that was thoroughly entertaining,” she said. “The drama on the field is more intense than an episode of the Kardashians. I loved every minute of it. Two enthusiastic thumbs up.”
He laughed and they looked at the kids running around and shoving the oranges in their mouths so the rinds took the place of their teeth in their big smiles. “Yeah, they’re pretty great. I enjoy teaching, but I love coaching these guys. Hands down my favorite job.”
“They’re lucky to have such an amazing, not to mention incredibly handsome, coach. You’re really good with them, babe.”
Leaning close, he spoke low against her ear. “I know someone else I’d like to be really good with.” Her breath caught in her chest, and he answered with a quiet growl. “Scratch that. I wanna be really bad with her. And I want her to be dirty as hell with me.”
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