She wanted to run. The minute the guys came back last night she was tempted to bail. Had it been any other woman I would have let her. But this was Lexi, so instead, I made her come. All selfishness on my part; I’m pretty sure she’d have kicked me out of her room if I hadn’t. If only to keep up the pretense that we weren’t “together,” but that’s not what I wanted. No, I want everyone in the world to know we’re together. That she is mine. But I didn’t want to scare her, so I settled for delivering orgasm after orgasm until she curled into my side. We both found sleep, limbs intertwined, my heartbeat in harmony with hers.
The stop, go, and slow of the bus jostles me awake before it does Lexi. Her cheek rests on my arm, using it for a pillow, but as much as I love having her curled up at my side, my fingers tingle with the loss of blood flow. I place a kiss on her forehead and roll her to her back, flexing my fist until I can feel my fingers. She stays asleep, her hair spilling every which way atop the pillows. Her face holds no lines. No worry or pain or irritation. I study her profile, the unaltered beauty she is, and my longing for her grows.She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I think I love her.I want to punch myself in the balls just for thinking it, but it’s true. I want to tell her, show her, until she believes me.
Of course Mr. Trent is on board, hard and ready to prove himself.
I shouldn’t wake her. It will be a busy day of press and practice before tonight’s show. We didn’t get much rest. But when she sighs in her sleep, parting those fantastic plump lips, I make the executive decision that rest is overrated.
Gliding my fingers along her skin until they hit the edge of the sheets, my mouth completes the same trail. Her altered breathing indicates she’s awake, but I don’t meet her eyes because I’m a man on a mission. I pull down the blanket and scoot lower until my face is inches from her center. Alternating from one side to the other, I kiss along her inner thighs.
She moans and my lips pull wide with a grin. Her scent begs for attention, and when I drag my fingers through her folds, the wetness spurs my lips forward.
The room becomes a mixed tape, the chorus of licks, moans, and her wet pussy stroked to the edge of orgasm plays on a loop while her pleasure urges my mouth, tongue, and fingers to work harder, move faster. I want her release.
She comes, a writhing mess of moans, and her back arches off the bed. I suck her release, the taste my favorite treat, holding down her hips to lick her center until her breathing evens out. My dick is hard, painfully so, craving a turn, but I have to stop a minute to just stare. My muscles strain when I push up on one arm to take in her lush lips and the depth of her eyes. She’s gorgeous.
“Oh, God. Trent.” They’re the only words she can manage as her legs stretch along my side. I’m a greedy bastard because I want to watch her come again.
I grab a condom from the floor and rip open the wrapper. Sheathing myself with the latex, I crawl over her body, but she only surprises me by pushing me back.
“What?” I say. But before I can wonder, she straddles my hips.Oh, hell, yeah. Ride me.
Her hands, delicate but expertly sure in their movements, grab my cock and align it at her entrance. She lowers herself by degrees and we both groan aloud, her core so much tighter at this angle. With my cock deep inside she leans back, finds a hold on my thighs, and rocks her hips.
“Fuck ...” I exhale. My eyes don’t know where to go. From her bouncing tits, to her face flush with pleasure, or to where our bodies connect. My hands roam all along her skin, her hips, ass, and breasts before they settle at the apex of her thighs. My fingers dig into her flesh while my thumb finds her clit and massages in a circular motion that causes her breath to quicken and hips to rock harder.
“Ride me, Lex. Fuck me ’til you come.” This time I lay back, arms folded behind my head to enjoy the view. With each swivel of her hips I thrust up, and her breathing becomes unsteady. Now, this is what a good morning is supposed to be about. With her body over me, and my cock inside her, she races for her climax. It’s the most gorgeous sight. Damn, I could get used to this position.
Even with the layer of latex to help hold off my release, I’m close to coming. Her pace increases, but when her knees open even wider and her fingers dig into the tops of my legs, I almost shoot my load. Fuck. I need her to come first.
My hands go back to her hips and one thumb finds her swollen clit. Rubbing over the bundle of nerves is all it takes. Her climax rocks her entire body, her lips parting in that perfect, sexy O while her abs tighten and spasm with each wave of her release. My thumb slows but my hands dig into her waist, shifting her body over mine, pumping my cock in and out.
“Fuck, Lex!” I growl as the tingle at the base of my spine rockets through my entire body. My seed shoots off with my release.
Her lips are too far from mine so I cup her face, bringing her down for a kiss that demonstrates exactly what she does to me. We catch our breaths but I don’t dare speak. Words can’t do justice to the way she twists up my heart, how she owns my mind.
With a deep sigh Lexi crawls off my softening erection. Sitting at the center of the bed, she folds her legs and pulls them under her chin, along with the bed sheets.
I climb off the bed and grab a pair of boxer briefs after I tie off the used condom to toss it in the trash. Picking up my jeans, I roll them up to tuck under one arm. I need to talk to the guys and grab a shower soon, but Lexi’s frown and her nervous habit of playing with her lip ring stops me from leaving the room just yet.
“So ...” She picks at the blanket, plucking a piece of lint so miniscule I can’t even see it.
“Yes ...” I grin and steal a kiss when she lifts her chin to meet my eyes. Her gaze is full of something unfamiliar. It’s openness, yes, but there’s more, too. Uncertainty.
“What happens next? With us?”
“Well, I assume we’ll have more mind blowing sex. At least that’s how it was for me. If it wasn’t for you, then, God, that’s embarrassing.” I’m teasing her, and she rolls those fucking gorgeous eyes. I don’t know why it turns me on when she does that, but if she keeps it up I’ll be ready to go again.
“You know damn well it was good for me, too.”
“Thank fuck.” I laugh. “So, what’s the problem, Lexi?”
“I just ... This is more than a hookup, but what happens next? What do you want from me, from our ... relationship?”
“I don’t know how this works any more than you. In the past I’ve ... kept things casual. But with you I want more. I’ve wanted more for weeks. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m willing to learn. Together.”
She nods, but her gaze drops again.
“Hey.” I sit on the edge of the bed, set my pants on the sheet-strewn mattress, and lift her chin so she has to meet my stare. “Is that enough for you? Tell me what you need, what you want, and I’ll try to give you everything. I’m all in, Lexi Marx.”
