Love In the Red Zone (Connecticut Kings Book 1)

by Love Belvin

  “Trent,” she whispered like she was in pain.

  Her little hands gripped the back of my head, and her pussy pumped into my chest. I went over to her left tit and did the same. She smelled great, tasted amazing, felt impossible. Two things ran through my mind: I was finally doing it, and how did I wait so damn long? I lifted to pull off my shirts, and as I did, I could see all of her spread between a few steps, writhing, opened to me. My mouth opened wide and tongue extended as I descended on her, swiping her swollen clit. It was thick and long like a budding flower. I licked through a layer of gel before tasting her flesh. It was like licking away the frosting before eating the actual cup cake.

  “So fucking good,” I was hardly able to get out in between my tongue’s dips and swirling.

  Jade cried out in response. Her hips pumped into my face. My tongue dropped into her river, twirling as I pulled up and out. I cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples, hard like crystals. When I sucked her clit between my lips and pulled, her thrusts turned into vibrations she couldn’t control. Then her moans turned into harsh screams, and I could’ve come in my damn pants when I felt a gush of goo hit the bottom of my face. Fingers pressed into the back of my head and neck had me not caring about breathing.

  “When you cross that line, there is no turning back. With this one, you’re going to have to face the decision of making her your wife or figuring out how she will pack up her son and leave your house with the least incident. Be prepared to make that pivotal call.” Ezra’s heeding played in the backdrop of my conscious.

  For the first time, being here and experiencing this side of her femininity, STOP! no longer screamed loudly in my mind. Now, all I wanted to do was claim her. It felt so natural. We’d crossed so many lines, established so many norms together. This would be the first of many crucial ones that we’d have to take on. I wanted Jade that damn bad. All of her.

  I pushed up to my feet, unhooking my belt, dropping my jeans to my ankles, and releasing my wood from my briefs. Jade laid compromised on the steps watching me. I lifted her to straddle me and turned for the wall. Our eyes met and the air suspended around us. I could hear the deep swallow I made over her severe pants. I didn’t know how to lead us into this new passage, but felt like I should.

  When Jade pulled me into her mouth by the back of my head, my hips automatically dipped. The head of my cock met her opening and she flinched, mouth still working against mine. I reached down and guided it to the accurate target. The moment I felt the first inch of her cushioned walls, I knew I loved her. My head fell in the crook of her shoulder and I blew out a long breath. This wasn’t ordinary. I’d been between enough legs in my life to know ordinary. Every vagina is a different, but their qualities are of a short range: really wet, rather dry, nicely tight, horribly loose, or occasionally talented with its grip game.

  This…

  Jade’s felt like a damn festival to my dick. Gooey, helplessly pulsating, timid, and eager. A lot. And I knew I couldn’t be hurried about this. I had to savor her. So, on a deep breath, I reached back and folded her legs around my waist, and lifted her off the wall. I turned for the top of the steps and kicked off my jeans and briefs before making my way up. Our breathing was equally rampant with each climb of the steps.

  “You’re not changing your mind, are you?” Her chest still heaving now, I wondered with anxiety or discomfort.

  Every step I took pushed me deeper inside her. I shook my head, walking to my room. I knew what I was doing. I was more than halfway inside her at this point, her hips swayed slightly on my rod, sending tingles down my spine. Jade was impossibly wet, her tits brushing against my chest. She needed the distraction to relax, and I didn’t realize the penetration from our motion would feel so good. She kept pushing up from my shoulders to balance herself. And if I didn’t know better when she lifted herself, her walls would suck me in more. It had been so long since I’d been against a soft body, and I was being reminded of the magic and power of the feminine influence. Jade pushed up and grunted. Her heat was all over me. Her warm breath pushing into my ear, panting like she was in pain. Her arms snug around my neck. Her light body connected to mine, literally by our genitals. My balls tightened.

  I stopped, tortured dead in my tracks in the hall, pushed her into the wall and piston into her. My thighs lifting and dipping as I yanked her at the ends of her hair, pulling from the roots, and bit into her neck. I gripped Jade into my arms, feeling a damn volcanic shooting from my core. I used her little body to anchor me on my feet. I came so fucking hard and unexpectedly it was goddamn embarrassing. It couldn’t go down like this. My dizzy head was still floating as I trekked hard and faster down the hall for my room.

  I dumped her on the edge of the bed and drove into her with all I had. Her legs stood straight against my chest as I held her at the waist, plummeting into her. Just one… Please, at least one… I worked to try to save from my embarrassment. I made sure to watch her every expression, to observe cues for her orgasm. Oh, god, please… At least one! I begged as I reached over and found her clit. I rubbed it with my thumb and wet my fingers to polish her left nipple with. My hips worked overtime, beating into her.

  Please…

  Just when I thought I’d missed the mark, Jade’s mouth ripped open and she cried at the top of her damn lungs.

  “Oh, my god, Trent…iiin!”

  If it were possible, I dug into her even more, giving her what I knew would be the last of my best for at least twenty minutes. I focused on how her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her nails clawed my arms. When her grip lightened, I knew she was done and I could slow. I didn’t stop until her legs gave out and fell from my shoulders.

  Sweat dripped from me as I towered over her little body, my arms aside her head. Jade’s eyes were shut, her head to the side, mouth open, and pussy pulsating around my shrinking erection.

  Thank you…

  My equipment, once considered trophy earning, was well out of practice. Or no competition against Jade.

  “Did you…?” she whispered with slanted eyes, an expression more impassioned than I saw when she gave me head that night.

  I couldn’t speak. I nodded. Her eyes fell to where our bodies were joined. I followed her line of sight. It was like a damn rain forest at the point of our meeting. I felt a zinging in my balls.

  “I did, too.” Duh… I snorted and rolled my damn eyes while studying our joined bodies, knowing I needed to pull out at some point. “Twice.” My eyes shot up her body and I found her smiling proudly. Then her expression turned horrified. “Was I not supposed to?”

  I felt my face wrinkle, disbelieving. “When?”

  She tossed her chin to the open doors. “The first time in the hallway. I didn’t know what was happening until it happened. How did you do that?”

  I froze, two things hitting me: that was not my game plan, and it was literally her fault that I exploded so damn prematurely.

  Thanks a lot, Jade…

  I reared back, regretfully leaving her snug cave. Her breath caught as I did.

  “Was I wrong?” she asked again, in a demanding way.

  I stood over her, not moving. “I don’t understand that question. I was hoping—praying—you would. Twice tells me I did something right.”

  “Then why do you sound like there’s something wrong?” She sat up, leaning back on her arms. “You sure I didn’t do anything wrong?”

  She was right. My actions would have her think I was sulking. I was happy as hell, this moment like no other in my life. But that was what bothered me. Why was sex with Jade different from the countless before her? Why did I freak the hell out when I thought this would be one-sided? Even if she didn’t come, I’d have another opportunity at her.

  FUCK!

  I brushed my hands over my face, and groaned.

  “No, Jade. You did nothing wrong! It’s me.” I placed my hands on my waist, my eyes landed over in the corner as I decided to just come with it. “We did it. We finally took
it there, and you know I’ve been trying to do the right thing by you, Kyree, and me.”

  She shuffled off the bed. “What makes it wrong, Trent? I like you. You like me. We’re consenting adults—”

  “Because I just admitted to myself being in love with you!” I yelled over her.

  Jade’s face fell. My chest was now heaving as I stared at her, wondering if I should’ve kept that shit to myself. That was my problem with her; I let it all hang out. Did shit I never thought I’d do. I was growing frustrated with feeling so much so damn fast. One day I’m fighting the fumes of depression, the next I’m inviting a strange woman and her son to live in my home. Then I let her sleep in my bed, but refused to touch her. Now I’ve more than just touched her, and feel far more than the aftermath sensation from a fucking orgasm!

  “I only have two friends who don’t sweat me about switching gears in my lifestyle and beliefs. Out of dozens, only two, Jade! And I think those are the two crazy ones! I’ve changed. I’m not who I used to be. Going to prison may not’ve broken me, but it fucked me up, Jade. It made me see just how precious life and liberty are. I lost so many so called friends and supporters, the shit turned me paranoid. I didn’t wanna go out partying—still don’t. I don’t want those temporary feelings of being high. That shit don’t work for me no more. I need something permanent. Something secure that makes sense to me. Something I can feel.”

  She stood motionless watching me flay my arms, trying to explain.

  “And I can’t be permanent? I can’t provide security?” She approached me, holding herself protectively. “I don’t make sense? You didn’t feel what I did back there?”

  “I did!”

  “So, what’s the problem, Trent?” she yelled.

  Jade’s hazel eyes turned dark and wild with impassioned anger. Betrayal. My nostrils flared, forehead wrinkled.

  “It scares me! Who does this instant love shit?” I swung my arms in the air.

  “You think this is easy for me? I have more than me to think about here, Trent! I am a mother to a young impressionable boy! His father is a career criminal, and I’ve fallen head over heels for a—”

  “Celebrity? C’mon, J. We should be off that by now.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Everything worked out for the best because if I hadn’t gone through this bullshit, I wouldn’t even be thinking about making it happen with a girl like…” I stopped there, realizing sharing my former arrogance wasn’t appropriate in the moment.

  “No. I was going to say convict. An under-unemployed convict.” My neck snapped back. “Yeah. I ain’t the only one with baggage here. You may not be saying it, but I know you have your reservations about taking on someone with a kid. Especially with the drama I got going on with his father. I know the crap I’m bringing to your doorstep. But I don’t focus on yours, Trent. I see so much more in you, outside of throwing a damn ball. You have so much untapped potential…so many talents other than football. Will another career maintain all of this?” She tossed her arm, gesturing the house. “Maybe not. But I don’t give a damn about this. I never had it, could die never having it. But if all you see is me where I am now: a single mother with no sustainable job, and a bleak future then that’s messed up. What I need is permanency, security, something that makes sense, that I can feel, Trent. And if you don’t see all of that in me, then yeah, I did something wrong back there.”

  She charged toward me for the bathroom, stomping on my heart with each step. I grabbed her as she stormed past, pulled her in my arms, and hugged her tightly.

  “I see all of that and more,” I whispered in her ear, still fighting the fear of me copping to that. “I just need time to settle it all, J.”

  I felt her heavy sigh in my arms. Ezra’s words played again in my head. He was right on this one. We were now in that space of having to make a decision about our relationship. Jade was right, too. As a mother, she had no time for indecision. I wished life was as secure and steady as this moment, holding her in my arms. I didn’t want to let her go.

  Jade began to squirm.

  “What’s the problem, J?”

  “I need to go wash. I have this…stuff leaking from me.”

  We both looked down at her legs. Even in the dark with the lighting from the hall casting in, I could see a track slowly running down her thighs. My head shot up, in shock and realization of what it was. What I had done, or foolishly hadn’t done. I dropped my hands and let her go into the bathroom.

  The next morning when I opened the door of the bathroom, Trent jumped from the bed and brushed past me, closing the door behind himself. I hopped in the bed, wanting to quickly feel the trace of heat he left behind. I snuggled into his pillow, loving being surrounded by his scent. This morning felt different. I was different. We were different. And it felt good, like a weight had been lifted from us.

  I listened as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Trent gaited out, rubbing his eyes. His abs moving with each advancement he made, morning wood in tow. I scooted over to give him room on his side of the bed, and he laid on his back, still rubbing his face awake.

  I couldn’t help my goofy smile when he looked at me.

  “Why you so cheery this morning? It’s still early,” he grumbled.

  “Because it’s morning, and I can do this.”

  I stretched my neck to kiss him. I’d made sure to brush my teeth, preparing for just this. He opened for me, letting my tongue sweep his, and joined me.

  When I pulled back he snorted. “What’s new about that?” Trent looked half amused.

  “I can add this,” I whispered, shifting until I was on top of him.

  “I don’t think that’s a new move either.” He chuckled.

  I shook my head. “No. But this is.” I ground down on him, my wetness rubbing against his morning wood. When I thought he’d have a rebuttal, Trent’s eyes turned hooded. I nodded. “Yeah… See where this is going?”

  He nodded in return, taking me at the back of my head, and kissing me dizzily. My sex sweeping over him, slippery. I could feel his hips lifting to meet me.

  “I’mma call you Jelly.”

  “Jelly?”

  “Yeah,” he spoke into my lips. “Because when you get wet it feels like jelly.” My head tossed back and I laughed hard. “Jelly Jade is your new name.”

  The slow and sexy smile breaking across his lips sobered me. I pushed up and sank down on him, grunting on the way down.

  “You okay?” he asked softly.

  “Still a little sore after last night. That ‘walk and stick’ maneuver you pulled on me.”

  “That was to help get me inside. You were less welcoming last night.”

  I lifted slightly and pushed back down on him, feeling his wide impression.

  “And you tried to kill me. But it was worth it. I came in the damn hall. That was insane. I’ve never done that before.” I smiled tightly, already overtaken by the feel of him inside of me.

  “Yeah…making me come with you like some kid, new to the rodeo. I thought I ruined it for you.” he licked his lips, melting me.

  The thought of him wanting me to come turned me on. I wasn’t used to that kind of consideration.

  “I wanna see you come now. I got cheated last night.”

  Trent pushed up and two seconds later, I was on my back and he was thrusting into me. My legs were astride the wings of his back, he was plunging deep.

  “You first, Jelly.”

  I woke up with a dry mouth and sore limbs. I hurt…everywhere. Glancing around the bed, I realized I was alone. I stretched for my phone on the nightstand, grunting the entire way to check the time. It was eleven-thirty.

  “Oh, nooooooo!” I groaned, slapping my face with my left hand.

  I missed church. Trent’s absence meant either he did, too, or he left me here to sleep off a sex binge and he went off and did the holy saint thing. It also meant he saw Kyree this morning. He’d stayed with my mother and we agreed to meet in service today.

  Nice, J
ade…

  I pushed my body to the end of the mattress, grunting all the way. The joints of my pelvis screamed in protest, hurting like I’d been in a gym, fight, or car accident. I limped all the way to the bathroom in Trent’s master suite where he left his radio on, slow music practically blasting. I could smell the ghostly remnants of his cologne warming me all over as I sat on the toilet to relieve myself. I should have been ashamed of lusting after him—on a Sunday—after last night and this morning. Had I made him sleep with me? Did I push him to do it? If those questions weren’t pathetic enough, the fact that I didn’t regret a moment of it was detestable. I would’ve done it over and over and over again. I would have even pushed him harder from the day I met him if I’d known it’d be that good.

  He said he may be in love with me!

  My face collapsed into my palms as I let go of a wailing exhale. Again, I didn’t regret the intensity I was compelled to approach Trent with. There was something so appealing and alluring about him. He was like this big treasure box that I wanted access to. Maybe the fact that no one else could penetrate that secured box was what thrilled me. I shook my head, frustrated by not knowing. But I didn’t care. I loved him and wasn’t ashamed of it. I wanted Trenton Bailey…all of him…just as he was. We could leave this mansion and I’d still walk away with my treasure.

  Where does this put us now? Will he continue to let down his guard around me? Or will he believe now that he’s finally slept with me and it wasn’t good enough for the hassle, he’ll want to call it quits. My eyes opened wide and spine lengthened on the toilet. What if Trent changed his mind after going to church? What if he talked to Ezra and is convinced that I’m some Jezebel? What if he decided in that very moment the chemistry we were building toward turned out to be a dud?

  “And why is this song so long?” I hissed, eyes rolling to the portable iPod deck on the expansive marble vanity.

  I listened to the lyrics that had been looping since I hobbled in here. “Don’t go changing on me… Don’t go breaking my heart. If you don’t mean it, don’t tell me that you love me…”

  “Oh, my god!” I sucked in a breath, tears sprouting.