“Five days.” Those are the only words I manage to grind out before ending the call. I skim my remaining messages, but noticeably, none are from Bedo. I know he’s behind this sudden news leak; the timing along with his non-admission can’t be a coincidence. Maybe he has his reasons. Maybe he thinks he did what was best. But it creates a fracture in the trust I’ve afforded him ever since we signed with Off Track Records years ago. “Damn it!” I grumble and turn off my phone again. I’m not ready to face this or any other problem tonight.
“Hey.” Lexi opens the bathroom door with the towel wrapped snugly around her chest. Her hair is combed back and drips water onto her shoulders. Droplets roll over her curves until they disappear into the valley of her breasts, begging to be traced with my lips.
Mr. Trent perks up at the sight.
“My face is up here.” Her lips tug upward with a smile. “I’ll be ready in five. Nowhere fancy, right? I’m not gonna do my makeup.”
“There’s been a change in plans.” I push off the bed and stalk toward her. I should tell her about the story being leaked, about my suspicion that Bedo was behind it all, but that can wait. Right now I have to kiss her, touch her, and hold her.
My lips cover hers and my fingers grab the fabric of the towel to pull it free.
“Does this mean we aren’t going out?” she says between kisses, her fingers finding their way into my hair and pulling me closer still, as if she can’t get near enough. I feel the same.
“We will.” I trail my lips down the side of her neck. “But first I need to be inside you.” I drop to my knees and cup her breasts. They’re full and a perfect fit for my hands and I squeeze them together. Her nipples harden to points and my mouth captures one to suck.
“Nothing wrong with a detour.” She pants, holding my face to her breasts.
My fingers skim their way down her belly, over her sex, and into her folds. She’s already wet and ready. I groan before releasing her nipple with a pop of my lips. “Quickly. Then we go.” I stand and claim her lips but continue fucking her with my fingers. Her wetness mixes with the rhythm of my fingers, her breathy moans the bass beat of the most erotic soundtrack. One I could listen to for the rest of my life.
“Yes,” she says. “Fuck me, Trent.”
I shuffle backward, never missing a beat with my kisses and my finger play, but once my calves hit the edge of the bed I release her to shove my pants down my hips.
Lexi grins, flips that fucking sexy lip ring, and shoves at my chest so I fall back. Of course I let her, because I love it when she gets like this. When she takes the lead.
I grip the front of my shirt and barely get it off before she’s straddling me, her pussy just inches from where she strokes my erection from base to tip. It’s a challenge to decide where to look—her eyes all lit with lust, her breasts heavy and swaying, or my dick at her slick entrance. When she rubs the tip of my cock through her folds, just a tease, she makes the decision for me.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, Lex. I want to be inside you without a condom.”
Her gaze heightens with desire and she nods her head. “You want me to sit on this cock, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
“And ride you ’til I come?”
“Please. Yes, do that.”
“Okay,” she says, all sass, and lowers herself until I’m sheathed inside her tightness.
“Fuck.” We both groan in unison.
I can’t hold back any longer. I grip her hips, the skin soft and smooth, and encourage her to move. “Fuck me. Ride me. I want that come,” I say and that’s all it takes for her to move from the unhurried swivels of her hips to serious fucking. Her tits bounce with each gyration and I tease one nipple. Squeezing. Pinching. My other hand goes to where her body connects with mine and my thumb finds her swollen clit. I rub tiny, fast circles that spur her on.
Primal.Moans and groans that bounce off the walls in time with our pleasure.Wanton. She chants my name, a whisper on those gorgeous lips and I have to get closer.Ecstasy.My hand leaves her breast to grip her neck and I bring her down at the same time I push my shoulders off the bed so I can claim her lips. Our breaths mingle. She’s close and so am I, but I will not come until she does.
She rides me, harder still, and my fingers thread through the hair at her nape to pull it into a fist and tug.
“Come, Lexi. Fucking come for me,” I growl into her ear.
“I always do.” She pants. Her entire body slides up and down mine, her breasts pressing into my chest, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from exploding before she does.
That’s it.
Both of my hands grab her hips and she has to steady herself above me as I thrust up into her, giving her everything I am, as hard I can.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Her chanting increases to almost a shout and I feel the exact moment she reaches her release. Her wet pussy squeezes my cock, a demand for my come. That’s what sends me over the edge.
Our breathing is heavy and Lexi collapses onto my chest, my dick still inside her, and as we both struggle to find an even heartbeat, I can’t help but know this: Right here is exactly the place I am meant to be. Lexi’s my home and, no matter where we go, as long as we come together like this, my soul serves its intended purpose.
