by Riley Storm
I’m going to have to give him an opening, as Claire would say. What if he doesn’t take it? What if he doesn’t want to kiss me? And what about Claire? We’re in her basement, that wouldn’t be very nice to her, now would it?
All those questions and more flickered through her mind in the span of a second, but over them all rose one bigger thought.
Am I going to give him the opening or not?
Chapter Seventeen
Lilly
Whatever her decision may have been, Lilly must have subconsciously given Trent an opening, because before she could do anything, he took it.
One moment they were gazing into each other’s eyes and the next he was pressed up against her with a hungry growl, his mouth on hers. Searing heat flashed into her brain, turning her thoughts into a jumbled pile of nonsense. With a cry of delight—and perhaps just a bit more than that—Lilly flung her hands around his neck.
Her back arched up into him. This time, she wasn’t pushing him away. Everywhere she touched him was warm. Lilly’s body in turn soaked up that heat, responding fervently to his touch with fires of her own. They started in her chest then expanded out through her body before coalescing into a fiery churning ball of desire between her legs.
It took all of a dozen seconds perhaps and another half-minute before she realized what her body was preparing her for.
“Wait,” she said as he trailed liquid hot kisses down her neck, eliciting a soft moan as he nuzzled into the space between her head and shoulder. “Mmmm, that feels good.”
His only response was another one of those primal growls that sent delicious shivers through her body.
“Trent,” she said, breathing harder now, despite any lack of physical exertion. “Trent wait,” she whispered.
He paused, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Is everything okay? I…I thought this is what you wanted?”
“It is. I mean, I do,” she said. Her eyes darted to the closed door. “But like, Claire’s right there. We’re in her house. Maybe we shouldn’t.”
Trent’s strong hands slid down her sides, finding a firm grip on her thick waist, holding her tight with an ease that nearly had her boiling over on the spot. It felt so good to be in his grasp. To feel his hands upon her body through the clothes she wore.
“I notice you said maybe we shouldn’t,” he growled, kissing her just below her ear.
Lilly shivered, her knees wobbling and nearly giving way.
“I also notice you didn’t say we can’t.”
Lilly sighed with pleasure as he kissed her again a fraction of an inch lower. And then lower again.
“No,” she admitted throatily, her head tilting back, giving him full access to her neck. “I didn’t.”
Trent gently bit the skin there, and Lilly gasped. She unclenched her hands from around his neck and took a step back.
“You also never said that you didn’t want to,” he rumbled, matching her step to stay close.
Lilly could barely breathe. “No,” she agreed nervously. “I didn’t.”
You shouldn’t do this, she thought to herself as Trent’s hands slipped over her waist, one of them grabbing her ass firmly. She sucked in a breath, trying to form coherent thoughts as he used his other hand to stroke her cheek, cupping her neck and tilting it up to him.
Doing this at Claire’s place is wrong.
Was it? Claire had all but given them the go-ahead, practically pushing them toward this moment.
Okay, maybe not wrong. But impolite, regardless of what Claire said.
Then, there was also the consideration of how little she knew about Trent. How short a time she’d actually known him for. It was just days. Wasn’t that a little too soon to be jumping into bed with him?
Trent kissed her again, covering her mouth with his, parting her lips with gentle but firm insistence. She moaned softly as he explored her mouth hungrily, and her body responded, melting into him once more.
It’s so wrong. You shouldn’t...
But it felt so good, and she wanted it. That was the hidden truth. It felt amazing, and Lilly wasn’t sure she could hold out, even if a part of her wanted to.
“Wait,” she said. “Wait.”
Trent paused, frowning.
“I barely know you Trent.”
He tilted his head. “My name is Trent Atrox. I live on Mount Atrox with the rest of my dragon clan. I’m a storm dragon. What else would you like to know?”
Lilly paused at that. He was here, volunteering to tell her whatever she wanted. Which of course begged the question: What did she want to know about him, so that she could say she ‘knew him better’?
“Ummm,” she said, faltering. “I don’t have a good answer for that. Or question. Whatever it is I’m supposed to say.”
Trent smiled at her, and her knees wobbled. He tightened his grip on her waist, holding her steady. “Are you just looking for a reason to stall?”
Lilly stuck her tongue out at him. “You know it’s not very polite to call people out like that,” she said with humor. “Especially when they’re unsure.”
“Tell me what you’re unsure about then,” he said. “I don’t want to force anything, but I can tell you want it too. I can feel it.”
“Ummm,” Lilly started to say, considering her words.
At that exact moment, the towel around his waist slipped off, falling to the ground. It was completely accidental, but the movement caught her attention, meaning she was looking straight at his semi-hard cock when it sprang free.
“Just ask,” Trent rumbled. “I’m not going to hide anything from you.”
She looked up to see him struggling not to laugh at the clear double entendre.
“I’m serious though,” he said, his eyes boring into hers, laden heavily with truth. “I want you. I will say that loud and clear. I want you, Lilly. And if you want me back, I’m right here. I’m right in front of you. You don’t have to say anything. All you have to do is nod.”
Lilly bit her lip. The words were open and honest, and she could see that same sentiment writ on his face. More importantly, however, she could see it in his eyes.
This man. This hunk of a man, mountain of muscle and well-endowed, he wanted her, and he wasn’t afraid to say it. He was putting himself out there and hoping that she would say the same.
You know what? Screw it. If Claire didn’t want it happening on her couch, she shouldn’t have encouraged me so much. I’m going to take this opportunity.
Although her body was practically shaking from the nerves singing through her veins, Lilly locked eyes with Trent, letting him look deep into her as she made her decision.
She nodded.
Chapter Eighteen
Lilly
There was no hiding the victorious growl that tore from Trent’s throat as he took her.
Claire would hear it. Even if she had headphones on, she would have felt the vibrations from the animalistic roar of lust and desire.
With her proximity to it, Lilly felt it like a hammer blow. The air was driven from her chest as he all but attacked her, his kiss sucking any last oxygen from her lungs. Delicious lightheadedness made the room spin as Trent kissed her with a thoroughness that made Lilly want to do little more than turn around and present herself to him.
She was ready to be taken, right then and there, and Trent had barely touched her anywhere private. Such was the effect he was having on her. As they parted briefly, she could see in his eyes as well that he was feeling the same. His cock was now fully erect and pressed against her stomach due to how much taller than her he was, but she didn’t care.
That was a sign right there that she couldn’t ignore. The truest reveal that, when he’d said he wanted her, he was telling the truth. Despite her own thoughts of her body, Trent appeared to like what he saw, confirmed by the way his fingers eagerly sought to lift her shirt over her head.
Her loose jeans followed soon after, leaving her in nothing but her underwear in the middle of
the basement. Where Claire could easily see everything if she emerged.
In a moment of self-consciousness, Lilly turned them both just a bit so that when she dropped to her knees in front of Trent, as she was doing now, all Claire would see if she emerged was Trent’s butt.
Which I’m sure isn’t that terrible to look at.
“Holy fuck,” Trent swore as she gripped his base and bobbed her head up and down, swiftly taking him into her mouth.
He continued to groan and make sounds of pleasure, uncaring what Claire may or may not hear. There was an exhibitionist element to it that surprised Lilly with how hot she found it. Knowing that someone was listening in while she was involved in something so intimate only served to fuel her own lust and desire.
There was an entire level of risk to everything, given how little time she’d known Trent, that sent her spiraling into an overdrive of arousal and a need to have him inside her right away.
She could feel him stiffen and come to full hardness in her mouth, and that knowledge only added to her lust. Looking up at him, she watched his eyes roll back into his head as she took him in deep, her tongue sliding along the underside with ease.
Trent groaned, and his legs trembled. Lilly grinned and then went back to what she was doing. She liked seeing that kind of reaction, of being able to hear him as she pleasured him.
“Okay,” he hissed suddenly pulling his hips away from her abruptly, her hand sliding up and off the slick shaft. “You need to stop before I lose control.”
Lilly got to her feet. “Well, if that’s not a compliment, I don’t know what is…”
He grinned at her, leaning in to kiss her thoroughly, another delightful present. Not all men were comfortable with that, after where her mouth had just been. Trent, it seemed, did not care at all.
“My turn,” he growled, casually picking her up as if she weighed nothing and carrying her over to the couch.
Once there, he stripped her completely, taking a second to admire her body.
Lilly hissed in surprise. Despite her short stature, she was anything but skinny and she had never been manhandled like that, with such careless disregard for how big she was. It didn’t seem to matter to Trent. He just picked her up and moved her where he wanted her, and now as she lay back, feeling like a—
“Ohmygodddd,” she gasped as his tongue pressed between her legs and slowly worked its way up to the peak, sending a tiny tremor through her body that she couldn’t control.
All thoughts of everything were erased as he repeated that motion. Then did it again. And again.
Over and over. Slow. Deliberate. Warm. Wet. Soft. Lilly was gripping the couch cushions so tight that, if she’d had a clear thought, she’d have been worried about ripping them. As it was, her mind was being turned to mush by Trent as he inflicted an intensity of pleasure that was at complete odds with the slowness of his every movement.
Yet Lilly was steadily heading toward the cliff, like a full loaded freight train, moving slowly but inexorably toward her destination.
She was beyond wet from his touch, and Trent used that to his advantage, easily slipping first one, then two fingers inside her. Lilly gasped and fell back into the couch, unable to control her body anymore as Trent punished her with ecstasy beyond managing.
Her body shivered and writhed, filling to the brim with a pressure and then some more.
“I can’t take much more,” she moaned. “Oh, god.”
She tried to keep her voice down, but she was too focused on what Trent was doing between her legs to notice if her efforts were successful. Her mind was a pile of mush, while every other muscle was clenched tightly, shaking violently as Trent slowly moved faster against her.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her eyes suddenly going wide. “Don’t you dare stop. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh…fuck!”
The curse words tore from her throat as she suddenly went over the edge. There was no stopping now, she was going to—
“I’m going to come!” she cried, a second before her body spasmed violently. Her spine arched up and then down, and she flung an arm over her mouth to muffle her cries as her hips bucked wildly.
Trent hung on, keeping his tongue moving over her, prolonging the moment, drawing it out, adding precious seconds to the blissful agony filling her brain, drilling its pleasure deep into her.
Once her brain finally cleared and she could think again, Trent was already up off his knees, positioning himself between her legs. Lilly hissed as he pushed inside her, forcing her to work to accommodate his thick girth.
“More,” she ordered, craving that feeling of fullness that she would only get when he was deep inside her. “I want all of you.”
Trent grinned and leaned over her, pressing her down into the couch with tantalizing pressure between her legs, but he didn’t give her what she truly wanted. What she needed, in that moment.
“Trent,” she moaned. “Please. I need it. I need you. Don’t tease me.”
He thrust forward half an inch, and she tensed, but that was all.
“Stop,” she said, nearly whining with a need for more.
Trent smiled at her. She basked in his presence, in the closeness of his naked body to hers, but damnit she wanted all of him.
“Why are you teasing me?” she moaned, pouting at him. “I want to feel—all of you!”
Her voice caught as he did just that, pushing deep into her in one slow move. Lilly trembled and then, as he gave one last push, she wrapped her hands around his back, her nails digging in tight.
And she climaxed again. Her body tightened around him repeatedly in shuddering waves. She gasped and struggled for breath, eyes screwed tight as she focused on the feeling of having Trent inside her.
“That was hot,” he murmured into her ear and began to thrust against her, slowly at first but swiftly building up to a pace that had her body shaking as his hips crashed into hers.
Lilly cried out, grabbing her breasts to keep them from flying everywhere as Trent took charge, doing whatever he pleased to her body. When he saw her hands grab herself, a feral light glinted in his eyes, and she was sure he got harder still.
Wanting more of that, craving it even, she let one hand slide between her legs, watching his eyes track it down. Muscles on his chest and stomach stood out in stark relief as she began to rub herself while he watched.
The stimulation quickly overloaded her system, and Lilly cried out once more as her delightfully tortured body was forced to orgasm yet again. She saw glimpses of Trent watching her, eagerly absorbing every detail of what he must be seeing.
He jerked suddenly, and she felt him swell inside her, if that was even possible, and all at once Lilly knew what was going to happen. Focusing on him, she watched eagerly as his mouth opened slightly and he began to tremble.
“I can’t…” he said. “I’m too close Lilly, fuck…”
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “Don’t. Let go, Trent. Let go…”
He did. Lilly gasped at the warmth that abruptly filled her as Trent came in sharp, jerking thrusts, his groan loud in her ear as he bent over her, draping his firm, muscular body across hers.
Neither one moved for several minutes until they heard the sound of a door cracking open.
“Hey, you guys decent yet?” Claire called. “I’m hungry, want to grab a snack.”
The couch was oriented such that Claire would be looking at the back of it, meaning she couldn’t see Lilly, but Trent’s bare white ass was up in the air as he slouched over her, and there was no way Claire couldn’t see that.
“Oh,” came the voice a moment later. “I’ll give you a few more minutes.”
“Thank you, Claire,” Trent said in a completely neutral voice.
The door closed.
As soon as it did Trent—still inside her—wrapped her up in his arms again, her feet hanging by his shoulders, and walked over to the bathroom, pushing the door in with an elbow.
“What are you doing?” she aske
d.
Trent grinned. “Taking you into the shower for round two,” he growled.
Lilly didn’t have words to respond to that. But she did have one single thought as the door closed behind them and water began to run.
I sure hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, girl…
Chapter Nineteen
Trent
He watched Lilly carefully with mixed concern and suspicion as she fumbled with her keys to try and unlock the door to the shop.
Off to the east, the sun rose with a fervent heat already beating down hard upon them despite the early hour, promising a sweltering early summer day to come. That was of little interest to Trent, nor was anything else that was going on around him. He had all but tuned out everything except for Lilly.
She was acting weird.
Although they had fallen asleep together, her firmly wrapped up in his arms, pressed tight to his side, things had been very different come the morning. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the subsided adrenaline and reaction to what had happened to her the night before or if she was having regrets.
Regardless of which one it was, it had started almost from the moment she’d woken up. She’d been acting off. Distant, was probably the best word to describe it. Her mind was very obviously somewhere else. Trent had let it go at first, letting her take some time to accept that things had happened and that she hadn’t dreamt it all.
But she’d not come out of it. There had been none of the fun flirting or snappy banter between them he’d become accustomed to. Lilly was polite, and certainly she wasn’t in a poor mood. There had been no glowering, no angry glances or bitten back remarks. She was simply lost in thought.
“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly, deciding that they needed to talk about it before things festered.
Lilly jerked and made a slight noise, dropping her keys in surprise.
“Y-yes, of course,” she said, stammering slightly to get the first word out. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Trent frowned. He’d not realized she was so on edge.
