“Why?”
Her lips kick up and she raises her brows. “I’m not doing this for an audience.” Her gaze goes to the front of my jeans and I want to beat my chest like a fucking Neanderthal when her irises darken with desire.
“Good call. Hold on tight, Sugar Tits.”
Her mouth parts to argue, but I pick her up before she can speak. She squeals when I lift her over my shoulder and stride back to the bedroom. “Trent, put me down,” she cries out between peals of laughter. She tries to wriggle free but instead I grab her ass. Maybe I shouldn’t give in to my inner caveman, but it sure is fun indulging, if only for a few minutes.
Inside the bedroom I lock the door and bend down to let Lexi find her footing.
“Trent,” she says, cupping my face between her hands.
“Yes, Lexi.”
“Please stop calling me Sugar Tits.” She’s trying to act put out, but I can tell she’s holding back a laugh when her lips twitch.
My hands go to her waist, and I back her up until she hits the door. “No can do,” I whisper, kissing her once. “I’ve been thinking about them non-stop and I’m almost certain they’ll taste sweet as sugar.” Trailing my fingers under the straps of her bra, I slide the fabric off her shoulders enough that I can see the flesh of her nipples. They’re rosy pink and beg for my mouth.
“Why don’t you find out?” Her hands move behind her back, and the motion pushes her tits closer to my face. She unhooks her bra and the sexy lace drops further still.
I groan. No better invitation has ever been issued, and I dip my head to lick, kiss, and suck one glorious mound into my mouth. My hands find their way there too, and one cups the breast I’m lavishing with my lips while the other pinches and pulls at the opposite hardened peak. Lexi’s moans, groans, and tiny sighs are all that fill my ears. I love how she’s not a screamer, yet she shows me with her breaths and the active way her hands weave into my hair, pulling and gasping, so I can learn what she needs. My lips kiss across the valley of her breasts, moving to the other side to give it equal attention. This time my free hand explores further south.
My fingers dip into the waistband of her shorts, and her hands leave my hair to help me pull them off her hips, panties and all. “Fuck.” I groan when my fingers run over her pussy and find her wet. “I need a taste.” Dropping to my knees, I part her lips and inhale, savoring the scent.
“Happy birthday, Lex,” I say before licking between her legs. My tongue dips into her folds and her taste permeates my mouth. Like a bear to honey, I’m obsessed with her sweetness. I need all of her. More. I can’t imagine I’ll ever have my fill.
“Oh, God.” The words rush from her mouth as her breath rises and falls from her belly in heavy bursts. She’s close and I’ve hardly done a thing. I want to see her fall apart, climax and crash over the crest of pleasure, while riding the wave all over my face.
I lean back and stop eating her out to run my hands up the inside of her leg, pleased when her skin prickles with gooseflesh from my touch. Her hands brace against the metal doorframe. Her eyes follow my every move and I can’t help but stare as she watches my index and middle fingers dip deep into her center. My fingers mimic what my dick wishes he was doing.Patience, buddy. There’s no way I’m rushing this night with Lexi.
“Trent ...” She groans, biting that full lower lip.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come with your mouth.”
Fuck. That’s it, the cherry on the proverbial sundae that proves Lexi is unequivocally the woman for me. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.” My eyes are trained on my fingers as they pump in and out of her center, the wetness creates music to my lust induced brain. “Leg up,” I instruct, and before she can question me, I use my free hand to hook under her knee and lift that leg over my shoulder. My lips find her clit and I flatten my tongue against it, stroking, sucking, and flicking until her fingertips claw into my hair, a combination of pleasure and pain.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmurs, and while I could drag this out, I can’t deny her release any longer. I’m just as greedy to see her come. To taste her juices as they flood, and lick every last drop. All it takes is faster fingers and a flick of my tongue, and her body collides with passion. “Fuck, Trent. Yes.” She groans, never shouting as her body spasms with her climax. Her fingers pull my hair and her head knocks back against the door when she peaks.
Slowing my movements, I drag out every last bit of her orgasm, extending her pleasure with languid strokes from my tongue and mouth. I remove my fingers from her core and lower her foot back to the ground. Little huffs of breath escape her mouth and she pushes my head away with soft laughter. “Enough. Enough,” she demands.
“You don’t want me to do that again?” I lift my brow and look up at her but she only rolls her eyes with another deep exhale.
“Give me a minute.”
“God, that was hot.” I fall back on my heels, catching my own breath as my cock pushes against my jeans.Down boy, I haven’t forgotten about you. “Thirty seconds,” I say with a wink, and when her brow narrows, I clarify. “You said a minute and it’s almost up.”
“What happens in a minute, exactly?” She starts to scoot to her right, away from the doorway, and away from my body. She’s flicking that ring at her lip again and I can’t tell if she’s nervous or turned on. Or maybe a little bit of both.
A chuckle escapes my mouth and I shake my head. “Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Tightening my quads, I stand and flick open the top button of my jeans.
She hurries around me and sits on the edge of the bed, sliding back until her head hits the back wall. Her legs are bent at the knees and she lets them fall open, putting her pussy on display for me. I groan. “Care to join me in the no pants party?” she says.
“Yes, please.” I don’t waste another minute, but kick off my shoes and socks, and shove my pants and boxers to the ground. My hand goes to my dick, unable to stop myself from stroking it from tip to base. Not when I can’t peel my eyes from the rock star vixen before me. “Touch yourself,” I say.
Lexi’s eyes darken with all the desire that flows through my veins, and she doesn’t hesitate. Her fingertips dance over her breasts and down her belly until they meet her wet folds.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my heart beating faster than it should. I take a few steps closer until I’m at the edge of the bed, and the only sounds in the room are our staggered breaths.
