The Possibility of Trey (A Hellion MC Novel)

by J. A. Hornbuckle

  "This is what you hide beneath your clothes?" he'd asked without thinking. "God, Dallas. You're like a fucking wet dream walking."

  Which had caused her busy hands on the fastening of his jeans to still and a haunted look to enter her eyes. "I don't…ah, I mean, I haven't…ah…"

  "Shh, honey," he found himself saying impatient now and brushed her hands away in order to take over the stripping off of his jeans and boxers himself.

  He had to have her and had to have her immediately.

  As soon as the pool of fabric was at his ankles, he was on his feet, intent on divesting her of the remaining clothes she wore—which were only her jeans and panties.

  "In the drawer next to your head. Condom," he instructed almost unable to speak in his haste to be inside her.

  "Sorry?" she murmured and his eyes went from her plain white, cotton bikini panties back up to her face. A face that seemed stunned at how quickly he was moving. He dropped his eyes back down to her hips trying to determine when he'd last seen plain panties. Underwear so simple and yet so very innocently sexy.

  Never, he decided.

  As soon as her jeans and panties were on the floor, Trey covered her body with his own. "I was asking you to grab a condom from the drawer in the nightstand closest to your head."

  "Oh. Okay," she murmured as he watched and felt while her body shifted beneath him to do as he'd asked. "There's nothing in there."

  What? Of course there were. He always had condoms on hand. Christ! That was at the compound. He hadn't had sex in his house for years, keeping that part of his life completely separate from where he lived.

  "Shit," he groaned and rolled onto his back, using a hand to cover his eyes. The lack of protection was agony, a let-down after coming so fucking close. Sure, there were other things they could do, lots of way to have fun but was she willing to play that way?

  "Trey? It's okay. We don't have to do it tonight," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder as her naked warmth curled against his side. Her hand rubbed over his chest as if to soothe him. If he wasn't mistaken, she'd sounded as disappointed as he felt. And, with that shared emotion, Trey found the humor in the situation allowing his body to wallow in it as the laughter came up and out of him. And for several moments he was lost in his own mirth, the fucking irony of their circumstance.

  He saw she wasn't in the same place, eyeing him with trepidation as he had to wipe his eyes and clench his stomach to control the chortles that still leaked through, barking his amusement at the ceiling. "Seriously? You don't find this funny?"

  "Well…no," she said moving, almost inching her way to the other side of the bed before sliding herself under the covers.

  But, then, how could she?

  Blessed with a high sex drive, no lack of available partners and a zealous desire to learn all the secrets of the female form, Trey had started his sexual journey early in life. Maybe too early because now, in his mid-thirties, he'd become calloused to the act. The faces and bodies of his conquests all ran together in his memory, no one distinct girl coming to mind. No connection with any of them except for his sheathed cock shuttling between his partner-of-the-moment's lips or legs. So much so, he no longer gave a thought to or even cared whether they found their own pleasure when he fucked them.

  So it was the ultimate joke, the penultimate quirk of fate that the one girl he wanted to share ecstasy with, the one who's elation he was determined to witness as he plumbed her depths was, for the moment, unavailable.

  He gained a measure of control before he turned and scooted until he was against her duvet covered form. "Okay. So we can't do that right now. But, we can…do other things."

  "What things?" Her eyes were quizzical in the dim light. She had the covers pulled up to her mouth, causing her voice to be muffled.

  "You know. Fool around. Like when we were teen-agers. When we wanted to but were afraid to actually 'do it'." Trey was uncertain if his explanation would be enough but, god, he hoped it would be even though he'd never gone through that stage when he'd first started out.

  "Fool around?"

  "Yeah, like play the bases. Touches over then under the clothes although I'm not sure how that would work since we're both naked." He could feel his eyebrows come together as he tried to think it through. "We can still use our hands and mouths to obtain the objective."

  "The objective?"

  "This echo thing you've got going is cute as hell, pretty girl," he advised as he lifted up on an elbow and rested his head in his hand, making sure he held her gaze. "I'm talking about making each other feel really good."

  At her frown, he explained further. "With nothing but our hands and our mouths."

  Her expression shot straight to the epitome of 'shocked' which delighted him to no end.

  "Uhm," she said, the covers over the lower half of her face dropping down to her neck which showed her lower lip firmly held between her teeth. "You mean like oral?"

  "And other things. Is that a problem?" His heart was racing with anticipation. This was gonna be fun! he thought with delight. Apparently his girl hadn't really experimented much back when she'd dated. And he was thrilled he'd be the one to show her all the delights to be had even outside of being ball deep inside her.

  A lesson he'd be sure to give at the first available opportunity.

  "I don't know, Trey…" Her voice and facial expression betrayed her uncertainty much more than her words did.

  "The rules still apply. If I go too far, make you feel uncomfortable in any way, then you just tell me to stop, okay?" Although, he didn't know how he'd be able to keep to his promise as punch drunk as he was with just the thought of having his hands on all her beautiful curves. "Let's go back to kissing. You like me kissing you, right?"

  In answer, his girl offered up that pouty, gorgeous mouth as her hands released the covers and went around his neck.

  *.*.*.*.*

  I really didn't understand what Trey was talking about when he said we could act like teenagers. All I really knew was that what fantasies I'd been holding in the deep recesses of my brain regarding being in bed with him weren't going to be happening that night.

  It was bitterly disappointing.

  To have him laugh his ass off over it though kind of freaked me out because at the time we'd started getting naked, I thought we were on the same page. At the same level of arousal. But when we discovered no condoms were available, I'd wanted to cry out at the unfairness. And by the time he'd started sniggering, I felt the need to cover my nakedness. There was no reason to be nude in front of him if we weren't going to do anything.

  His voice had become a background noise as I added that night to the list of my life's unrealized dreams. Just another indication how out of control my life was and continued to be.

  That was, until he mentioned kissing.

  Kissing Trey was never disappointing.

  Kissing Trey took me out of my life, my head and set my soul (and body) soaring.

  Kissing Trey was flipping awesome.

  And it was no less so there in his bed, both of us without a stitch on even though we were separated by his fluffy comforter. A comforter that seemed to be slipping away as our heads dipped and angled, our tongues dancing and our sounds of delight punctuating our moves. As the covers shifted, I became aware that his large hot hands replaced it with soft strokes and long caresses. Sliding over my collarbones, my shoulders arousing my skin and connecting to parts of me he wasn't even touching.

  He must've known when I became aware of the lack of blanket because he pulled up and moved his gaze from my face to all the flesh exposed by the spread sitting somewhere around my waist. "Goddamn beautiful, Dallas. Every fucking inch."

  His words thrilled me and I increased the grip I had on his hair to bring his mouth back to mine. As I did, his hand descended in a brushing motion until my breast was captured in his palm, his thumb grazing my erect nipple.

  A gasp I couldn't help caused his mouth to disconnect from mine and h
is eyes searched my face. "We still okay, Tex?"

  I could only nod in reply even though what I was feeling was nowhere near the 'okay' range but had slid along the scale into the area of 'hoo boy'.

  Trey dipped his head, his mouth and tongue on my neck and shoulders as his hand kept up its steady, treacherous assault on my bosom which felt heavier and more sensitive. His thumb had been joined by a forefinger which he used to pinch and roll my already tight peak into an aching bead.

  "Can't neglect the other one," he murmured, shifting so he could move his hand to work my other breast while using his forearm to drag and continue to torment the one he'd previously been fondling. "I think my girl likes this."

  He wasn't wrong. I felt like I was glowing from the fire he was creating, a heat that had me moving my legs and hips restlessly beneath the heavy covers. He transferred his body weight again and he held my eyes as his mouth moved to replace his fingers. A quick circular swipe of his tongue caused a sharp spasm in the swollen, moist flesh between my legs as a groan escaped my lips. At my involuntary response, Trey growled and began to lave and suck at my sensitive bead, creating chaos inside me. Moving between the two he feasted, the hair of his goatee creating a rough counter sensation to the heated silkiness of his tongue and mouth.

  "Bet I could make you come from just this." His voice was deep and raspy as his hips massaged his long length against the side of my hip as he continued to toy with my chest. I couldn't disagree since the pressure and ache between my legs was overpowering tearing through all my defenses.

  "Oh, Trey," I panted. "I need…"

  "What? What do you need, my Dallas?"

  I pushed the rest of the comforter down and away from me, causing him to kick it completely off. Shameless in my need, I opened my legs and watched as his eyes dropped to my cleft before raising back to mine. The planes of his face seemed sharp and gave evidence of his desire but it was the intensity in his red-brown eyes that caused another spasm within me.

  Holding my stare, his hand slid in one long, slow caress over my tummy, down my belly to my quivering, aching core. His palm cupped me as he used the heel of his hand to grind against my fully swollen pearl while he dipped his middle finger into the source of my pulsating wetness.

  My whimper at the feel of his hand felt like it came from my toes and he responded with another growl and then another as my hips lifted to press myself harder into his hand.

  "Fuck, yeah. I knew it'd be like this. So damn tight and creamy. So fucking responsive. I cannot fucking wait to be inside you." His whisper was harsh but his touch was perfect as he began to move, to stroke me. He delved and pressed, moving between my sodden folds as his thumb zeroed in on my point of pleasure while a finger slid deep within me before it too began to move.

  My blood was pounding and I was making throaty noises with every panted breath. His mouth came back to join with mine and his tongue seemed to copy what his hand was doing.

  "Come for me, Dallas. Let me watch that sweet pussy explode."

  At his words, at his crude exciting speech, my body crested as I felt myself shooting free of the pressure. Rising up and out of the tightness until the flames turned into tingling and the electrifying tension to satisfied quivers. I know I'd cried out although I couldn't have said what I'd uttered in that perfect moment where I'd found my orgasm.

  It was gift, what Trey gave me that first time. A gift I knew I'd remember and treasure the rest of my life.

  Chapter Fifteen

  She'd screamed his name. At the exact moment when her climax had hit, she'd screamed in his name. Which had incited an answering response in his throbbing cock, causing his own orgasm to jet out onto her belly.

  Something which had never happened to him before in his life.

  But the feel of her and the way she'd looked at him, her eyes dilated and unfocused as she'd hit it, had loosened something within him although he couldn't name what it was. The beauty of her and what he'd created using just his hands and mouth was so blisteringly erotic it had scored deep within him.

  Even without condoms, Trey never wanted them to leave his bed.

  Yet as embarrassing and thrilling as it had been for him, he needed to get a read on how she felt about what they'd just done.

  "Was that okay?" Those were not the words he wanted to use but would do for the moment.

  Her eyes still glued to his face were now shimmering almost in disbelief. "Does it…I mean, is it always like this between you and your, ah, partners?"

  Trey searched her face to see if she was teasing. Nothing but honesty showed through her flushed cheeks, swollen mouth and wide-eyed gaze. He couldn't help his bark of rueful laughter. "Fuck no, Dallas. I can truthfully say this was special."

  "Special," she repeated in a whisper and he watched the skin around her eyes and mouth soften. He loved that he'd used the right word, a word that meant something to both of them to reassure her. She turned her head away and Trey dropped down to share her pillow, giving her time to process what they'd done. He felt her stiffen and her head turned back to his.

  "I want to make you feel that way, too, Trey."

  "You did, pretty girl. And in such a way, I need to clean up my mess." He watched as her eyebrows came together in confusion. "I, uhm, lost it the same time you did. All over your beautiful little belly."

  She glanced down and seemed surprised by the puddles of white that dotted her skin.

  "Oh!" Her nickel colored eyes came back to his and he watched a shy smile creep over her mouth, one he couldn't help but parrot.

  "I'm getting you like my lack of control," he teased, feeling his face crease with an even deeper smile.

  "I won't lie," she admitted, running a finger over one of his dimples. "It's kind of hot."

  At her words and the expression on her face, Trey felt his heart take on an extra beat. "That it was, Dallas. What we did was white-hot."

  "White-hot," she breathed, looking back down at herself, her eyes moving to the hand he still had on her thigh. Her body shifted, one leg drifting towards the floor as she mumbled, "I can clean myself up, though…"

  "No, don’t. Let me take care of you." For whatever reason, it was important to him to attend to her, to take care of her needs. He captured her mouth again before rolling up and scooting to the end of the bed, feeling her eyes on every one of his movements.

  When he was done wiping up the evidence of his teen-aged reaction to her, Trey found he was hard again and couldn't seem to look away from what was between her legs.

  He ran a finger the length of her slit and felt her jerk. "Did I hurt you?"

  "N-no," she said and it occurred to him she might be interested in some more play.

  He shifted to the end of the bed and dragged her, with a hand behind each of her knees, with him. "I need to taste you, Dallas."

  "Uhm…ah," she panted, looking down her body at him.

  "Is that going to be okay?" His eyes went back down to what was so sweetly spread before him. He swallowed thickly in anticipation as he waited for her reply.

  "Yes," he finally heard and dropped his head.

  It had been quite a while since he'd had his face buried in pussy but quickly decided Dallas's secret pink was the best ever. Her sweet cries as well as her soft moves to press herself more fully against his busy mouth and tongue found him throbbing. He slipped two fingers inside to shuttle within her oozing, wet channel that he knew would add to her pleasure.

  At the change in the sound of her breathing and moans, he moved to concentrate on her swollen clit. He sucked and flicked his tongue until her heard her whimper, "I'm gonna…Trey, I'm gonna…"

  With that, he flattened his tongue and used it in firm circles as her hips left the bed and she screamed his name while her fingers dug into his scalp.

  When her hips dropped back down to the mattress, he gave a final soft lap and wiped his mouth and cheeks on one of her creamy thighs. Glancing up, he saw her eyes were closed and there was a dreamy, satisfied grin on
her lips.

  He moved up and laid down next to her, sharing her pillow. "I'm thinking you enjoyed that, pretty girl."

  She opened one eye and looked at him. "You could say that."

  There was a space of a few seconds before she went on to add, "it was fucking awesome."

  He couldn't help his chuckle. "My thoughts exactly."

  Without warning, his girl sat up to push him over onto his back as she spread herself over him, catching his again aching cock between them. He felt her slide down as she whispered, "my turn".

  Oh fuck! She was going to suck him? At the thought of her fucking sexy as hell mouth on his dick, Trey's heart, breath and cock went into overdrive.

  At first her touch was tenuous, light caresses of her fingers as her little tongue stroked his length before circling the crown. It was almost a tease. That was until she began to suck the full tip into her mouth.

  He couldn't and didn't want to help his groans at what she was doing.

  Going up on his elbows in order to watch, Trey's eyes took in her bobbing head, glimpses of her moving tongue and the hand she was using to work the part of him not in her mouth. His hips began to push up without any thought on his part.

  "That's it, Dallas. God, that's good. Yeah. Oh yeah, honey, right there." He shifted to one elbow in order to hold her hair back. "Suck me. Fuck! It feels so good."

  She shifted and he felt her other hand move to cup his sac which had the pressure in his balls red-lining. "Mouth off, Dallas," he warned on a loud groan.

  Her head came up to look at him, her lips so swollen he could barely understand her, "what?" But he was sure she understood when his cock, still being stroked in her tight small hand began to throb before it released. Jetting and shooting its ribbons of cum up and onto his belly and lower chest.

  Trey tried to keep quiet but couldn't help his own roar and hisses on the indrawn breaths as he hit it. When he came back to himself, she lay propped on his thigh, her chin in her hands and a sexy little smile on her face.