by Aria Cole
He slammed the door, a resounding click alerting us that we were finally alone. Finally in private. Finally I would see more of him.
His hands pushed the sweater off my shoulders, and it felt to the floor in a whoosh of air. He pulled the strap of my leotard down one shoulder before he attacked the newly exposed with his lips.
I moaned and wrapped my hands around his neck. One of his palms hitched my leg up around his waist as he pressed us against one wall. I sighed and groaned, wanting desperately to climb this Adonis of a man and ride him until I couldn’t think straight and I was even more exhausted.
“You're going to wake up tomorrow with no voice after screaming my name all night.” His voice clicked to a lower octave, and my stomach swam with hot molten lava.
My brain blurred with endorphins as his hands continued to work at my skin. The other strap of my leotard was pulled down my shoulder and his fingertip teased me at the neckline, darting between my visible cleavage.
“Do you even know what you do to men, walking around with this hot little body in that hot little number?” His thumb and finger plucked one puckered nipple through the lycra.
I shuddered as desire for him soaked my pussy. My thighs shifted as my hands dragged through his hair and I shook my head.
“I want you naked and spread before me so I can taste every inch of your body.”
I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. He hooked my leotard in his thumbs and inched it down until it was hovering at my waist, my ample breasts overflowing from the sports bra I’d worn to the studio.
“Mm, that’s a girl.” His heavy hands ran up my waist and darted across the rounded globes. “So sweet. Tell me, are you wet for me? Is your pussy soaked for me?”
I wished desperately for him to find out for himself.
“Shall we find out?” he asked as if reading my mind.
“Yes, yes…”
One of his heavy palms inched closer to my waistband. I sighed and writhed against him. I didn’t care if this night lasted just one or a thousand—I wanted him. He made me feel things I’d never felt before.
I trembled as his hand slipped under the black spandex and pushed past the barrier of my tights before finding the soaked crevice between my thighs. I arched and sighed, riding his hand as though I’d been desperate and waiting for him for days. Maybe I had. Maybe I’d been waiting for six years.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.” His lips sucked at the flesh of my breast, his other hand kneading at the flesh of my other breast. He pinched the nipple then tickled it with the rough pad of his deft thumb. “Lie down. I want to see you.”
His thick voice shot straight to my clit. The pads of his fingers were suddenly gone from my aching pussy and lifting me by the waist, carrying me to the white-leather-covered bench in my foyer.
He laid me back, his eyes burning up my body as he pulled my hair around one shoulder. He twisted it out of my face and laid it over the curve of one breast.
“So stunning,” he murmured before kissing my navel.
His hands hooked in the spandex at my waist and tugged it slowly down.
With each slow inch he removed my leggings and leotard, my pussy became more desperate with need and desire.
“Trent,” I sighed, my nipples as hard as rocks and to the point of pain.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed. “I want to watch you come.”
His nose trailed across the dip of my knee and the curve of my thigh.
He groaned, his nostrils flaring as he reached the apex of my thighs, the crotch of my thong already damp with desperation.
“So turned on. Maybe I should have kissed you that night after the Homecoming game outside the locker rooms.” His fingers played with the elastic of my panties.
I remembered that day instantly, the energy crackling between us when I’d ran square into his chest. It was a few months before he’d moved, and I’d been carrying the biggest crush for him for months. I went to every game, cheering him on with my girlfriends, while I secretly watched him with the same aching need I felt now.
“Tell me, Chrissy”—his hand cupped my mound and applied enough pressure to drive me crazy with lust—“would you have been wet then too?” His eyes were dark with lust.
A slow moan fell from my lips when he pushed the fabric aside and eased one long finger into my pussy.
“Oh my God, Trent.” I kneaded my own breast, wanting the feel of him everywhere.
“Sweet, so fucking sweet.” His throaty voice urged me on as he watched my face. “I wanted to taste this pussy back then, and Christ if I don’t want it even more now.”
Trent yanked the thong from my thighs then pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue darted out in long, hard strokes as he swirled at my clit and fucked me with his finger.
My other hand pushed into his hair as I felt an orgasm, a much needed and long overdue orgasm, burning in my core.
“Trent, Trent,” I groaned when he slid another finger against the sensitive walls deep inside me.
“Cum all over me, kitten, let it go.”
His ragged voice sent me over the edge. An orgasm pummeled through my body, tightening my grin on his hair and sending a shriek rocketing past my lips.
I vaguely registered his pleased sigh before those two fingers were in his mouth, sucking off my juices.
“Not done with you yet,” he admonished and crawled up my body.
He planted a decadent kiss on my lips. Tasting him and me together on his glistening mouth nearly sent another orgasm erupting through me.
“Take me to your room, sweetheart.” He lifted me from the bench and landed a soft smack on my ass.
My eyes widened before a small giggle escaped my lips. I turned quickly, stark naked. “You have too many clothes on.”
I grinned then pushed the sensible button-down from his muscled shoulders. A sigh nearly fell from my lips when I saw him naked from the waist up, the button already undone on his worn jeans. I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to be on my knees before him, taking the zipper on his pants down with my teeth before swallowing his dick until it hit the back of my throat. What would his groans sound like? The thought nearly undid me.
“Chrissy?” Trent pulled my chin up to meet his gaze. “Room.”
He turned me around and pointed me in the opposite direction. I did as I was told, guiding him down the long hallways to my master bedroom. Then I turned at the edge of the large bed and pulled him to me by the waist of his jeans.
“You desperate for my cock?” he asked as my hands struggled to pull the zipper down and remove the denim from his hips.
“Yes, please,” I uttered, peering up at him with wide eyes.
“Maybe I should make you dance for me.” His hands finally took the lead, pulling the jeans, followed by his boxer briefs, down his legs.
I glanced down, catching my first sight of his dick standing tall and rigid between us, a slight curve to one side. My mouth watered. I was about to drop to my knees and show him my appreciation when he tipped my face toward him again.
“Eyes up.” His hands slid into my hair and clutched it before he took my mouth in a punishing kiss.
His tongue darted past my lips and thrust against my tongue, fucking me with everything he had, and only a precursor for what was to come.
“Sweet Chrissy. Such an angel.” He leaned me back on the bed, his hard body pressed against mine as I fell onto the fluffy white duvet. He kissed up my body, his hands kneading my flesh as his tongue discovered the taste of my skin. His lips caught mine in a slow kiss before he pulled away. He stopped, his eyes gleaming as he assessed me. “You were the only one I wanted to see, you know.”
I nearly choked on the words running through my head. Me? He’d wanted to see me? After all these years?
“I had such a crush on you, but boys are always stupid, always naive. They don’t know what they want until they become men, and fuck, I don’t think we even know then. All I know is some
thing was always missing until I saw you dancing. I never knew what it was. Then I saw your beautiful face and sexy body, and I knew. I was missing you, Chrissy. I needed you.” His soft chuckle slammed through my gut.
“Trent—” I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully he cut me off.
“Shh... I just want to enjoy you tonight. I’ve never wanted anyone else. Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll figure it out, but please just give me you tonight?”
His words melted my muscles and turned my stomach into a cage of wild butterflies.
I nodded, unable to form words, before we slammed together in another passionate kiss. This was right, somehow. He’d only been back in my life for a few hours, and it felt more right than anything had when we’d been apart.
“I owe you a few more orgasms,” Trent said against my lips before his hand gripped his steely cock between us and lined it up at my entrance. “I’m clean, I promise. I’ve never been with another woman. I always thought something was wrong with me, but now I know I was always meant to be with you. Please don’t make me wear a condom. I want my cum in you. I want to know that I’m touching the most intimate part of you. I need to feel you.”
I sucked in a slow breath. Trent McAvoy was a virgin. In that moment, I felt priceless.
I leaned up to catch his neck with my hands and pull him in for a kiss. “I’m a virgin,” I confessed against his lips. I’ve never been with anyone else. No one ever made me feel like you do. Please, Trent, I want you, all of you.”
I dragged his earlobe between my teeth and felt one slow shudder consume his body. Then the head of his dick was sliding between my soaked lips, coating him in my arousal. He gently probed my entrance, his kisses mimicking the slow probe of his erection.
“Fuck me, Trent,” I begged, no longer hearing myself or caring what he thought. We’d waited a long six years for this moment, we’d held out hope, saved ourselves for each other, and our time was now.
I wanted to feel everything he could give me. I wanted to fuck him for the sophomore who thought she was too fat and ugly to ever catch the attention of a boy like him. I wanted him to take me because he’d already taken me. He’d taken my heart long ago and carried it with him in all the years since.
“I’m at your mercy.”
Trent’s palms held my thighs around his waist as his tongue probed past my lips and danced with mine. His dick slowly slid into me, stretching me and filling me so full, I thought I might moan and cum and lose my mind in the next three seconds.
“You’re so big,” I gasped once he was finally seated inside me.
His hips began a gentle rocking rhythm. One hand pressed into the hair at the back of my neck and he kissed me again, his other hand reaching behind my back and pulling me upright. We faced each other, his hips gaining momentum as I sat impaled on his dick, my arms wrapped around his heavy body. Sex-soaked skin was the only thing separating our hearts.
“Jesus, I’m so glad I found you. I was afraid you’d left. I was afraid I’d never see you again. I came back hoping you were still here. I was praying some lucky man hadn’t stolen you away,” he murmured against my neck as I rocked my hips against his, my elbows propped on his shoulders and my fingers twisting in his hair.
“I’m so glad you found me.” I reflected his words with every thunderous beat of my heart.
His lips turned up and attached at my nipple. His eyes held mine as he sucked long and slow, twirling his tongue around the pebbled peak and kneading the creamy flesh. I rocked and hummed before one of his hands slipped between us. His fingers swirled at my clit in a furious rhythm.
“Come on me. Give me another one of those sexy moans.”
His dick hit a new angle inside me, and I came in a torrent of tears and shrieks, my body trembling as my muscles tensed and my brain hazed with hormones.
“God yeah,” he groaned as his body tensed beneath me, his hands around my waist, his head cradled between my voluminous breasts as he shot jets of white hot cum into my body. “Jesus, I’m never going to get enough of you.”
He laid me back on the duvet gently, tucking me under his arm and pulling me close.
I heaved and sighed, my fingers trailing across the hair that dusted his wall of a chest.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said as sex still chugged through my veins.
“You and me both.” He tucked his nose into my hair and played with a few of the strands spread across the pillow. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
He grinned, and I smiled, feeling true exhaustion pull at my muscles for the first time in a long time. I was falling asleep, and maybe in love, with a man that I’d only just seen again for the first time in six years.
The soft sound of his breaths and the gentle movements of his chest lulled me to sleep, and before long, I found myself dreaming about dark-haired little boys and girls, little football players and cheerleaders, and a big, strong, strapping Trent to coach them.
Everything about this day had been a dream. For the first time in so long, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
Chapter Four
Chrissy
I woke up with a pit of dread in my stomach.
What had happened?
What had I done?
Why was my head pounding, and why was a beautiful Greek god sleeping naked next to me?
I groaned through the pillow over my head, thinking maybe staying in last night would have been the better option. How was I going to extract myself from this situation? What if he woke up with regrets? What if he’d had beer goggles on? What if everything he’d said last night was all in the throes of sex and nothing more?
My heart sank at that thought. I wanted more. But then, he had said he was a virgin. How could Trent McAvoy be a virgin? He was like a God. I’d assumed he’d lost his virginity in high school and then manwhored his way through life.
Was it possible that he’d had feelings for me as much as I did him?
I rolled out of bed, swiped a T-shirt from a chair, then padded down the hall to the kitchen.
Should I wake him? Let him sleep? I glanced at the clock. I had a little over an hour before I had to be in class. I’d have to wake him before then.
I absentmindedly made coffee and pushed a few slices of bread into the toaster as I worried over what to do.
“Thought I could take you out for breakfast,” Trent said, surprising me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and plopped a kiss right at the crevice of my neck, sending a delicious shiver running down my spine.
“I have to be at work in an hour. Is there anywhere you have to be today?” I asked lamely, searching for some bland sense of friendship. When he didn’t reply, I turned in his arms to catch a glimpse of him.
“I’ll be around all day. I could make you dinner when you get home. I have to meet with the team at six, but let’s say we have an early dinner and you can come along with me?” His radiant smile nearly cracked my heart in two.
“Me? You want me to come with you? I-I’m a little confused—”
“Sure, it’s just up the street. We can walk.” He smiled again before placing a kiss on my lips and turning to open a few cupboards.
My eyes narrowed in confusion. What was he doing? Invading my life? Moving himself in? Did he think he could just walk into my life and send me on a whirlwind?
“What time do you get home? I’ve got a few errands to run this morning. I was going to hit the farmer’s market and make Italian tonight. You in? I can have it ready when you walk in the door.”
“I—well—”A home-cooked Italian dinner cooked in my kitchen by one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen walk the earth? “Okay.”
I grinned, my anxiety melting away in favor of cautious happiness. I’d never been so doted on before. If this was Trent, I was all in. Plus the orgasms he’d given me last night, I hadn’t known such a perfect man could exist.
“I’m usually not home ’til four, but I can try to get home early and we can cook together?
” I offered as I set two mugs on the counter.
“Sounds great. Now let me get a taste of that sweet pussy again before you run off to work all day.” The devilish smile was back, and his hands were pushing me up the kitchen counter, pinning me against the cool stone.
Forty-five minutes and two more orgasms later, along with some fantastic shower sex, I’d given him a key to my place and was hurrying out the door, almost late for work. This morning's extracurricular activities had been well worth it though.
I walked the few blocks to school, briefcase thrown over one shoulder, as I considered the series of events that had unfolded last night. He’d been so gentle, so giving, so loving, and I'd been so trusting. Logic had surely gone straight out the window, but what about emotion? It wasn’t as though he was a complete stranger—I’d grown up with him. It was only during the last six years that we’d been strangers.
And now he was back, apparently the new football coach. This town was so small that I would no doubt being seeing him again and often, perhaps even weekly at the school. I sighed. If this didn't work out, we would find ourselves in one helluva pickle. But a tiny thread of hope pulling at my heart. Maybe, just maybe, we could work. Maybe this was more for both of us. Maybe this was everything we’d been waiting for. Only time would tell.
I smiled as I stepped through the doors of the school. The quiet that resonated through the halls in the minutes before the bell rang and students descended always calmed me. I passed a few teachers as I headed down the hallway to my room, anxious to get on with my day and impart some wisdom on the little minds I taught. Then I would get to go home for Italian and more time with Trent, the unexpected stranger who had charmed his way into my heart in less than twenty-four hours.
Chapter Five
Trent
I sped through my errands before heading to the farmer’s market at the edge of town. Momma had asked me to pick her up some fresh tomatoes and strawberries if they looked good, which they did. I stuffed the ingredients for the Italian dinner I had planned into my bag before handing over cash.
