The roar of the engine as it comes to life, a soft rumble through the bus, only adds to the sensation of Trent’s tongue on my clit and fingers that strum inside my body. He’s so good at this. And apparently has no intention of stopping. My lips part slightly, enough to drag in a ragged breath and let loose another blissful moan.
I’m so very close to coming, teetering on the edge of my next orgasm, when a shout and laugh from the other room fills my ears.
Voices. The band. Their interruption obliterates this bubble of pleasure we’ve created. “Trent. Trent, stop.” His hair is already in my fingers, so I tug harder until he releases his mouth from between my legs.
“Not until you come.” He licks his lips and widens my legs.
Pushing up on my elbows, I meet his stare. “But I already did.”
“Not enough.” With his eyes locked on mine he dips his chin, flattens his tongue, and presses it right where I’m a pulsing bundle of nerves.
“But Sean, Austin, and Iz ...” I try to refuse him, but back and forth he swipes it, side to side, oh, oh, “Oh, fuck me.”
Then his mouth is gone, and before I can blink his body is over mine. I have to lay back and look up to meet his gaze. When I do, his eyes shine with humor. “I swear to God, Lexi Marx, the only name to say when we’re together is mine. You got that? Shit. You’ll give Mr. Trent a complex.”
“Mr. Trent?”
“My dick. You’ve been well acquainted. He likes you. You like him. Say other names and he could retreat before the battle is won.”
Glancing between our bodies I reach down, grab the base of his cock, and give a little squeeze. I want the rest of him buried deep inside. “He seems ready for active duty.” My lips pull up with a smile and I raise my eyebrows with challenge.
Oh, fuck.
Grabbing my wrist, Trent pulls my hand away from his cock and pins it to the sheets above my head. He holds me down and runs his hard erection along my slit. “We need a condom.” He says, but doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean. That is, are you?”
He hisses an exhale through his teeth, his dick so close to my entrance, but he doesn’t push in. “God, I want to say yes to that. To fuck you without protection, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh.” He’s been with other women. It’s no secret, but still.
“I always wear a condom. And I get tested. I’m clean, but shit, Lexi, I don’t deserve you like that. Not yet. Don’t move.” He climbs over me, off the bed, and opens one of the dresser drawers.
My eyes have a difficult time straying from his body. Long, lean muscles and an ass so firm all I can imagine is the way it’ll look when he thrusts inside me.
He returns with a handful of condoms and raises his brow. “What’s your pleasure? Ribbed, glow in the dark, flavored?” He thumbs through the tiny foil packages.
“You pick.”
“Micro thin.” He rips open the rubber and drops the rest to the floor.
“I’m pretty sure that was designed by a female. I don’t know one man who likes associating the word micro with his dick.”
Trent’s eyes find mine after he rolls on the latex and he holds my stare, stepping forward to the edge of the bed. “Well, this guy has no inferiority complex when it comes to his cock.”
My gaze finds the aforementioned appendage. “Nor should you.” I hate the way my words come out breathy, wanton and without control. I try not to analyze it—my reaction to this man or the need to be owned by him when I fucking hate anyone who has tried before.
Trent crawls up my body and meets my lips for a searing kiss. I stop overthinking and revel in the pleasure that pulses throughout my body with every beat of my heart.
He lines himself up at my entrance, his forehead touching mine, and we both watch while he pushes forward, sliding inside with one deep thrust.
“Yes.” I can’t help but hiss because this is where I’ve wanted him all night.
His strong body over mine moves with such coordination. He’s careful not to crush me, pushing up on his hands and arching his back with each drive. His hips do all the work as he thrusts deep and hard, giving me only a second’s rest before he moves out and back in.Oh, my God.
My free hand runs along his back, and I scrape my nails into the flesh of his backside. Needing him to be closer, aching for more, my body moves with his, showing him just how much I want this with him. I seal my lips together, afraid if I part them they’ll only beg for more. With Trent, I’m afraid it’ll never be enough.
“Fuck, Lexi. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...” He chants each time his body merges with mine.
