I shifted, adjusting our bodies. Trent’s mouth landing between my thighs made me forget everything but his tongue, lips, and talented fingers. The man was a sex god, and I tried not to think how much practice he’d had to get to this point.
Having his thick member in my mouth, tiny drops of his essence leaking onto my tongue, and his mouth between my thighs started the tremors through my body again. He was going to do it. Make me come again. Holy madness. I tried to focus on his shaft and licked it up and down in long, teasing strokes. He grunted, bent my legs at ninety-degree angles, and lifted them toward my armpits. I was wide open, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. He locked my legs so I couldn’t move them an inch. I was pinned, exposed, and so turned on I sucked him as far down my throat as I could, wanting to make him as crazy with lust as he was making me.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He lifted his hips up so that I couldn’t suck him too far down again. “Gotta keep the reins on you, fireball.”
He’d used that nickname once before in similar circumstances. I loved it. Heck, I loved all his nicknames.
With a lock on my legs, I felt every touch and lick he doled out. My body got hot, so hot that a fine mist of sweat coated my limbs as I held him close. The muscles in Trent’s ass cheeks were hard as rocks as I massaged and dug my nails in at every lick. I started to pant, having trouble keeping my control over his sex. His mouth was too good. He knew exactly where to lick and add the right amount of pressure. Though when he did the combo of his finger, the lock on my legs, and his mouth sucking my clit, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Waves of pleasure rippled over me. Lights flashed behind my eyes, and my entire body went tight, way tighter than before. “Oh, my word…Trent!” I screamed until my voice was scratchy.
The pleasure started at my sex and shredded through me, coating every pore with a heat so intense I could hardly withstand it. I shook above him as it rolled along my limbs, but Trent didn’t let up, making the orgasm go on and on, rocking over me with the effort. His cock bobbed in front of my face with each drink he took from me. His tongue fluttered deep within as he moaned around my flesh. Amazing. Life-altering, and everything in between.
Before I could say anything, Trent spun around, put on a condom, opened my legs, and power-drove his thick shaft inside. I groaned when he bottomed out inside me and pressed on. He was huge, pressing past oversensitive tissues that gripped and clawed at his intrusion.
“Jesus! Genevieve…” His mouth came down to mine, and he whispered against my lips, “Perfect. Being inside you, babe…” His words sounded rough, splintered off, and then he shook his head. He stirred his hips. “Christ, so good.”
Trent kissed me hard, and I could taste myself. Tasting myself on a man’s lips was a new experience and undeniably erotic. I licked his mouth and shifted my hips, giving him the green light to move. Leaning up on his knees, he lifted my hips and pounded into me. I moved my head from side to side, my fingers digging into his back, as he pounded me. Trent did not mess around when he was banging his woman. Confident, focused and sexy—he was all of those things and more as he made love to me.
When he came low to kiss me, I wrapped my legs around his ass and pressed him home again and again. His wicked hot grin and burning gaze told me he liked that, a lot. Trent’s lips twisted into a snarl, the pleasure intense as he took me. I didn’t know if he was mad or taken with the madness that was happening between us. His thickness felt like a giant steel rod, invading me in the best possible way.
Slowing his thrusts, he leaned over me, a grimace marring his face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked between thrusts, not recognizing the sultry sex-kitten voice as my own.
“My leg…” A pained wince swept across his face.
The guilt that slammed into me made my eyes water. I shouldn’t have sat back and let him do all the work. “Lie down. Let me take the lead,” I whispered into his ear, licked the shell, and bit down on the tender cartilage.
He rewarded me with a hard thrust for that move. God, he felt like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one.
Note to self—Trent likes biting.
He rolled us over so I was on top. Instead of letting me do my thing, he shoved us up to the headboard. I cocked an eyebrow.
“Want to see your eyes.”
I knew better. The moment I lifted up and slammed him home, his head fell back against the headboard, he held tight around my waist, and helped me lift up and down. His shaft was thicker, harder, and unrelenting in this position, pushing deeply against my cervix.
My body tightened, the beginning of another monster orgasm working its way through my limbs. It started between my thighs, the pleasure radiating out with each of his upward thrusts. I gripped the headboard and used my knees as leverage. I wanted this to be so good for him he’d never want to be with another woman again.
Locking my knees to his thighs, I lifted up and slammed down, my teeth rattling against the strength of my movement. Within moments, the painful thrusts turned into a pleasure so acute, I focused on nothing but his length grating along the bliss spot inside over and over. I gasped and locked eyes with him.
He grinned. “Right there, huh, babe?”
“Yeah,” I moaned.
His eyes were green and swirling with lust. He raised his hands to my breasts, and with his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and plucked.
The room around me disappeared. The bed, the headboard I clung to, nothing existed but the pleasure rippling through me like rain trickling down my chest from the sky. The pleasure was alive, thick, like a fog surrounding me, as I mindlessly moved up and down his length.
“Heaven.”
“Hurts good.”
“More.”
“Now.”
“Baby.”
I’d been crashing down over him, the aching bundle of nerves pinned between my body and Trent’s with each downward thrust. Every meeting of our bodies set up a tantalizing pressure between us that built larger at every pass. The pleasure was excruciatingly divine as everything within me coalesced together into one powerful moment where I detonated and exploded in his arms.
“Oh my word…”
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TRENT
The tension was huge as her pussy clamped down around my cock in a wicked, sensual, little fist. I was strung tight as I plunged into her body over and over, using her shoulders and waist as leverage to take her hard. She cried out, those random nonsensical words continuing as she spasmed around me.
“Love.”
“God.”
“Hard.”
“Air.”
“Tight.”
“Ugh.”
She kept going, little one-syllable words escaping her mouth as I spurted deep within her. She milked me like no one else ever had. Stars flitted across my vision, and darkness threatened to consume me. I couldn’t hear anything. Every speck of me was focused on my dick, and all of it was damn good. Best fucking lay of my life.
No woman, my right hand, no sexual experience before now could compare to claiming Genevieve Harper from the inside out. I leaned forward, lifted a tit, and locked onto the fleshy globe just above her nipple. I sucked hard, licking and sucking until my tongue hurt and a quarter-sized cherry-colored mark appeared, proving that Trent Fox owned that body. Fuck, yeah!
When we were done, Genevieve lay limp against my chest. I played with her hair, rubbed her scalp, and soothed her until I’d have sworn to all things holy, the woman fell asleep. On my chest. With my cock still nestled inside her.
I liked putting the knockout juice on my woman via multiple orgasms. Spoke directly to the caveman in me. Trying not to move too much, I shimmied us down until we were pretty flat against the mattress. She didn’t even wake, and I still had my woman draped over me like a misty blanket of naked limbs and my dick buried in her heat. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
* * *
I woke up l
ater feeling just as good as I had when I fell asleep. I was still with my woman, and my cock was nestled safely inside her, only this time, it was her sweet lips wrapped around my cockhead.
“You’re full of surprises,” I mumbled as she worked my dick. Christ, her mouth was good. Almost as good as her pussy. A definite close second. I’d just bet she had a virgin ass, too. Right then and there, I made a vow to myself—no part of Genevieve Harper would not be taken by my cock.
Thinking about taking her ass made my dick impossibly hard. The pleasure of her suction, her wet lips stroking my cock, was making me lose my head.
“You’re going to make me come.” I gripped her hair into my fist, wrapped the blond strands around my hand, and fucked her mouth.
She was perfectly attentive to the movements I wanted, a fastidious student who allowed me to steer and kept a diabolical amount of suck to lick ratio. I was leaking precum far faster than usual. Typically, I could hold off, have a woman suck on me for a long time before I came, but not then.
Seeing Genevieve naked, up on her knees, those big titties swaying delectably while I watched her take my cock as far down her throat as possible… Christ. Magnificent. Her mouth could only go about halfway down my length. I’m a good size, probably a bit above average and she was small. Everything but her tits and ass were, anyhow. She couldn’t even cover me with her dainty hand, but she sure knew how to work her mouth.
Gripping her hair tighter, I guided her head farther down my length. “Lick upward, gumdrop. Let me see your tongue wet my dick.”
She smiled coyly but did as I asked. Seeing her pink little tongue come out and drag across my length made me groan with the need to fuck, to take her hard, but I wouldn’t. I cared too much about her. I let her lead and just rested my hands on the sides of her head, wanting her to take me the way she wanted to. She doubled her efforts, sucked me down hard, wrapped both hands around my length, and alternated between sucking the wide head and jerking me off. Lights, fireworks, fucking fairy dust type of shit skittered across my closed eyes. Fuckin’ magical.
“Gonna come on that tongue, babe.”
She latched on and picked up the pace, sucking me down as best she could.
“I mean it,” I growled, barely able to contain myself.
Genevieve took me as deep as she could go and hummed around my cockhead. That was it. I lost it. I jerked, and my release shot down her throat while she swallowed. When she was done, she licked me, ending the best blowjob of my life with a sweet kiss to the tip before crawling up my body and lying over me like my own Genevieve blanket again.
“I’m hungry,” she said.
I chuckled. “You just ate.”
She scrunched her nose and made an overexaggerated gesture of gagging on her finger.
“Okay, okay, bad joke. What did you have in mind?”
“Peanut butter and jelly,” she said shyly.
Christ she was beautiful. We fucked like bunnies, slept, I woke up to her sucking my cock, and now my girl wanted a PB and J. I shook my head. “You want me to take care of you first?” I waggled my eyebrows.
She sat up, her big tits bouncing like two ripe melons in front of me. I wanted to latch on to them and fuck her again. I was getting hard thinking about it. Maybe she’d let me fuck her tits. Yep, adding that to the list of things we must do. I gripped both globes pushed them together, and tongued the tips simultaneously. She hummed, arching her back suggestively.
“Trent, I’m really hungry, and if you take care of me, we’re going to have sex again, and I’ll never get my sandwich.” She pouted, her full bottom lip puffing out.
It almost worked. I snickered and rested my chin between her boobs. “I’ll fuck you later.” I kissed the tops of my favorite twins.
“Well, that’s the plan.” She giggled.
“Gumdrop, I was talking to your tits.” I grinned.
Her face turned beet red, and she placed an arm across her chest. “What?”
“You ever been titty fucked?” I crossed my fingers behind her ass in the hope that she hadn’t.
She shook her head.
I inhaled deeply, thinking about my hard cock pinned between the soft globes, her pink tips turned purple from all the sucking. “Get up.” I smacked her hard on the ass.
“Ouch!” She rubbed at her reddened ass cheeks.
“You don’t get up, you’ll never get that sandwich.”
Her stomach growled. Damn, sex must really make her hungry. Good to know.
Within seconds, she popped up and off the bed. Then my shirt was flowing around her body like a dress. Something about seeing my shirt over her naked body gave me an unusual sense of peace. Following the sexy blonde, I slipped on my boxers and went after my woman.
Chapter Fourteen
The root chakra takes responsibility for your sense of safety and security. A closed root chakra will leave you feeling homeless mentally and often is responsible for a desire to always be on the go.
* * *
TRENT
Limping up to my mother and father’s house with a shit-eating grin on my face could not be helped. I’d just left the most desirable woman freshly fucked and dozing on her couch before the sibs made their way home from their friend’s house. I’d owe Rowan a solid for allowing me the alone time with his sister. Once we’d had dinner last night, made love the first time, and then I woke to her lips the second time, we’d taken a quick break to fuel up. Then I set about making it hard for my girl to walk today. We both had a gimpy gait by the time I left her sated on the couch. I made sure she was decent, even though I’d tipped that sweet ass over the edge of it and pounded her hard between making sandwiches and reaching the room again.
Christ, I wanted the woman constantly. When I wasn’t with her, I was thinking about her. Now that I’d had her, I’d been sure the edge of desire would wear down to a tolerable level, but it hadn’t. I left to come to dinner at my parents’, wanting to hurry so I could get back. I didn’t want Genevieve to assume anything, nor did I want her to think I was coming on too strong. All that meant I’d need to sleep at my own place. The new door and security screen had been added, so my girl and her family were safe…for now. Not as safe as I could make them, laying my head on the pillow next to hers.
Fuck. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing or how to proceed with that line of thinking. I’d never had these feelings for a woman. It’d always been hit it and quit it. One and then done. Mutual satisfaction guaranteed, and…poof…gone. Off to the next away game and the nearest piece of ass.
I hadn’t thought about another woman in the better part of three weeks. Genevieve controlled all my thoughts since the day I’d met her. Having tasted her body, kissed those candied lips, slept next to her two nights in a row, I didn’t know what to think anymore. My system for dealing with the madness was all jumbled, and nothing I knew matched up.
I shook my head and gripped my leg, entering my parents’ house. The hamstring throbbed and protested all the recent activity, but it was a small price to pay for the time I’d had with my girl. The smell of cooked meat, potatoes, and Ma’s special au jus filled the air. My stomach growled as I made my way into the kitchen. My itty-bitty mother worked at the stove, her blond bob swaying with her as she stirred something in a pot.
“Ma, something smells terrific.” I wrapped her in my arms from behind and kissed her cheek while sneaking a peek. She had mashed potatoes and was adding some garlic and sour cream.
She leaned back, her head only reaching my upper chest, and patted the arm I’d wrapped around her. “How’s my sport doing today? Let me get a good look at you.”
My mother spun around, masher still in hand.
I moved to the fridge to pull out a beer and popped the cap, tossing it perfectly into the metal trash bin across the room. “Score!” I fist pumped the air and leaned back against the counter.
“Someone looks happy today…and tired. I’m guessing that has something to do with the young lady you wan
ted to talk to me about?” Her eyebrows rose close to her hairline, and she waited to grill me.
My mother was not a stupid woman. She knew men. At least she knew me and my dad. We had a way about us. There was no coercing information out of us. If we didn’t want to talk about something, we just didn’t. Ma learned early on that I had the exact same system as my father when it came to talking through things. So far, she’d respected that.
I took a long pull from my beer. “I think I’m happy,” I said.
“You think?”
“Yeah.” I scrubbed a hand over my jaw. “She’s different, Ma.”
“Oh?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Genevieve is not a groupie. She’s not a woman you spend an…uh…evening with and not see again.” I winced.
She held her lips in a firm line as she poked at the meat in the oven. The smell assaulted my nose, and my mouth watered. Ma was the best cook I knew, and her roast was to die for.
“I see. And so far, you’ve only dated women you spend time with for a single evening?” Her words were soft but direct.
Nail right on the head. Perfect hit the first try. “Pretty much.”
“Are you opposed to seeing this girl again?”
She hummed doing her thing, but I knew she was vested in this conversation. She’d been on me about settling down, finding the right woman, and courting her—reminding me that I wasn’t getting any younger—if I wanted to have children down the road and not be ancient.
I thought about it. Heck, I’d already seen more of Genevieve Harper than I’d ever seen of any woman. “I guess, Ma, you could say I’m technically dating her.”
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