Teasing Trent
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“Damn, you’re a sexy handful.”
He took her mouth again, angling her head back so he could penetrate her mouth the way he wanted to penetrate her body. She accepted the movement with a little sigh in the back of her throat. God, that sound turned him on. He could just imagine she’d sound like that while he was inside her.
“Are you sure, Mara?” He kissed his way down her throat, sucking on the soft skin at the curve of her shoulder. “There’s no going back if we do this.”
Mara looked up at him, her brown eyes languid and soft. “God, you talk too much.” Then she reached down and captured his erection in a firm grip.
All thought fled his mind then and he turned blindly toward the bed. He stumbled when he reached the edge and they tumbled on top of the covers. With one hand, Mara tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her shorts and black lace thong soon followed. She gave him a saucy look as she scooted back until she reclined into the soft fluffy pillows at the head of the bed.
“I’m going to hell for this.” He pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes. Bending over, he quickly shucked his jeans and briefs. The longer he looked at Mara lying quietly, her hand trailing up and down her bare thigh, the faster he moved.
He crawled over the bed until he hovered above her. He skimmed his hands over the diamond-tight tips of her breasts, enjoying the way her breath hitched when he continued past them down to the skin of her belly.
“Don’t tease me, Trent.” Mara whimpered when he circled her navel with the tip of his finger, dipping into the sensitive indentation a few times before continuing his exploration downward. Her mound was shaved except for a small patch of dark curls on the top.
“I’m not the one who’s the tease here. Did you do this for me?” He brushed his knuckles over the small thatch of curls, satisfied when she let out a hoarse cry. He repeated the motion, bumping against the small knot of sensitive nerves at the top. Her legs fell open as she shuddered.
“Yes, I did it for you. I was hoping you’d like it.”
He leaned down and licked her. She moaned and arched upward, her body stretching in one long, sinuous line.
“I definitely like it, princess.” He nipped at her, drawing the lips of her sex through his teeth gently.
“Oh my god, Trent.” Her fingers curled into the bed linen next to his head until she had a fistful of the sheets. He pressed her thighs up as he licked into her repeatedly, his tongue searching out her unique flavor. She moaned and trembled in his grip. He thrust two long fingers inside her and smiled in triumph when she cried out and shuddered beneath his mouth.
“I really hope you have some protection in your bag of tricks, princess.” He reached over and pulled open the night table drawer. He let out a breath when he saw a box of condoms in the back.
He ripped open one of the small packets and rolled the protection on quickly. Her scent still clung to his lips, teasing his nostrils. The urge to get inside her, to press her legs up and take her, roared through his blood. A primal call he couldn’t ignore.
He rested his damp forehead against hers and looked down into her eyes. He swallowed her gasps of pleasure as he sipped at her mouth, his gaze on hers the entire time.
“Trent, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” Her voice broke as he surged inside her in a sudden hard thrust. She was so tight he could barely move. Her eyes drifted closed.
“Look at me. Look at me as I take you.”
Her eyes widened at his command. It was such a rush, being inside her tight sheath, feeling her tremble as he worked himself deeper and deeper. Every fantasy he’d ever had about her paled in comparison to the reality. He was here, with his Mara, her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.
It was a wet dream come to life.
“I love being inside you. I don’t plan to let you out of this bed for a while.” He lifted her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, angling deeper, rubbing himself against her with every thrust. It was amazingly erotic to watch her round breasts bounce in time with his strokes. He held them in the palm of his hands and rolled the tips between his fingers.
“Oh my god!” Mara screamed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came and she clamped down so hard Trent shuddered at the force of her pleasure. She sobbed as he continued to move within her, raising himself up onto his knees so he could pump faster, harder.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for years…”
His words were muffled against her neck as he clutched her tighter against his chest and roared as he came. He slumped against her for a moment before he gathered the strength to pull out and roll to the side. He threw a heavy arm over her middle and pulled her back until she nestled against him.
He looked past her and his gaze landed on a framed picture of her and Matt. His friend had an arm around Mara and stared at the camera as if daring anyone to come too close.
Well, Trent had gotten as close as anyone could get and he'd be damned if he would regret it.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Stop thinking so hard.” Mara peeked over her shoulder and snuggled deeper into Trent's embrace. “I can almost hear the thoughts banging around in that brain of yours. Just turn it off for a little while.”
Trent sighed but at least he stopped scowling. “That's easier said than done. Every action carries consequences.”
Mara pushed up onto her elbow until they were face to face. “There is nothing wrong with us being together. It’s nobody’s business but our own. However, if this is just a one-time thing for you, I understand. I won’t hold it against you if you move on.”
He took her mouth again, angling her head back so he could penetrate her mouth the way he wanted to penetrate her body. She accepted the movement with a little sigh in the back of her throat. God, that sound turned him on. He could just imagine she’d sound like that while he was inside her.
“Are you sure, Mara?” He kissed his way down her throat, sucking on the soft skin at the curve of her shoulder. “There’s no going back if we do this.”
Mara looked up at him, her brown eyes languid and soft. “God, you talk too much.” Then she reached down and captured his erection in a firm grip.
All thought fled his mind then and he turned blindly toward the bed. He stumbled when he reached the edge and they tumbled on top of the covers. With one hand, Mara tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her shorts and black lace thong soon followed. She gave him a saucy look as she scooted back until she reclined into the soft fluffy pillows at the head of the bed.
“I’m going to hell for this.” He pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes. Bending over, he quickly shucked his jeans and briefs. The longer he looked at Mara lying quietly, her hand trailing up and down her bare thigh, the faster he moved.
He crawled over the bed until he hovered above her. He skimmed his hands over the diamond-tight tips of her breasts, enjoying the way her breath hitched when he continued past them down to the skin of her belly.
“Don’t tease me, Trent.” Mara whimpered when he circled her navel with the tip of his finger, dipping into the sensitive indentation a few times before continuing his exploration downward. Her mound was shaved except for a small patch of dark curls on the top.
“I’m not the one who’s the tease here. Did you do this for me?” He brushed his knuckles over the small thatch of curls, satisfied when she let out a hoarse cry. He repeated the motion, bumping against the small knot of sensitive nerves at the top. Her legs fell open as she shuddered.
“Yes, I did it for you. I was hoping you’d like it.”
He leaned down and licked her. She moaned and arched upward, her body stretching in one long, sinuous line.
“I definitely like it, princess.” He nipped at her, drawing the lips of her sex through his teeth gently.
“Oh my god, Trent.” Her fingers curled into the bed linen next to his head until she had a fistful of the sheets. He pressed her thighs up as he licked into her repeatedly, his tongue searching out her unique flavor. She moaned and trembled in his grip. He thrust two long fingers inside her and smiled in triumph when she cried out and shuddered beneath his mouth.
“I really hope you have some protection in your bag of tricks, princess.” He reached over and pulled open the night table drawer. He let out a breath when he saw a box of condoms in the back.
He ripped open one of the small packets and rolled the protection on quickly. Her scent still clung to his lips, teasing his nostrils. The urge to get inside her, to press her legs up and take her, roared through his blood. A primal call he couldn’t ignore.
He rested his damp forehead against hers and looked down into her eyes. He swallowed her gasps of pleasure as he sipped at her mouth, his gaze on hers the entire time.
“Trent, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” Her voice broke as he surged inside her in a sudden hard thrust. She was so tight he could barely move. Her eyes drifted closed.
“Look at me. Look at me as I take you.”
Her eyes widened at his command. It was such a rush, being inside her tight sheath, feeling her tremble as he worked himself deeper and deeper. Every fantasy he’d ever had about her paled in comparison to the reality. He was here, with his Mara, her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.
It was a wet dream come to life.
“I love being inside you. I don’t plan to let you out of this bed for a while.” He lifted her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, angling deeper, rubbing himself against her with every thrust. It was amazingly erotic to watch her round breasts bounce in time with his strokes. He held them in the palm of his hands and rolled the tips between his fingers.
“Oh my god!” Mara screamed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came and she clamped down so hard Trent shuddered at the force of her pleasure. She sobbed as he continued to move within her, raising himself up onto his knees so he could pump faster, harder.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for years…”
His words were muffled against her neck as he clutched her tighter against his chest and roared as he came. He slumped against her for a moment before he gathered the strength to pull out and roll to the side. He threw a heavy arm over her middle and pulled her back until she nestled against him.
He looked past her and his gaze landed on a framed picture of her and Matt. His friend had an arm around Mara and stared at the camera as if daring anyone to come too close.
Well, Trent had gotten as close as anyone could get and he'd be damned if he would regret it.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Stop thinking so hard.” Mara peeked over her shoulder and snuggled deeper into Trent's embrace. “I can almost hear the thoughts banging around in that brain of yours. Just turn it off for a little while.”
Trent sighed but at least he stopped scowling. “That's easier said than done. Every action carries consequences.”
Mara pushed up onto her elbow until they were face to face. “There is nothing wrong with us being together. It’s nobody’s business but our own. However, if this is just a one-time thing for you, I understand. I won’t hold it against you if you move on.”
