“Close enough.” Trent slammed his mouth over mine and delivered.
He pistoned his hips double-time, stretching me wide and giving me what I asked for and much more. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life, loving the feel of his weight, his sweat, his heat.
We grunted and groaned in time with the squeak of bedsprings and the carnal slap of skin on skin. I arched and met him thrust for thrust with twisting tongues. My hands in his hair, then on his ass again.
I couldn’t get enough. He covered every inch of me. The press and slide of our bodies was almost enough friction for my trapped aching cock, but I needed more. I pushed at his chest and slipped my hand between us.
Trent went still.
“Keep going,” I urged, wiggling my ass.
“I said no touching. Hands off.”
“What are you—”
He leaned in to kiss me tenderly. Seriously…he was tender, the way an old lover might be. He took my breath away, changing the tempo as he silently took command. And I let him.
I didn’t want to think anyway, and Trent obviously knew what he was doing. He moved his tongue in time with his hips. Every stroke, every thrust was magically connected, like an invisible thread running through our bodies. He quickened the pace and rolled us sideways, lifting my right leg. And fuck me, the new angle was a game-changer.
I clung to him like an octopus, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist while he moved like thunder.
“Jerk yourself now. Go on.”
I obeyed. One stroke was all it took. Only one.
I came apart, shattering into what felt like a million pieces. Cum spurted over my fist and Trent’s chest. His rhythm faltered when I trembled, but he didn’t stop. He slipped a finger next to our joined bodies and massaged my ass, coaxing yet another spasm.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried.
“Feed it to me. Let me taste you.”
I didn’t hesitate. I set two fingers on his lips, shivering when he sucked them clean.
That was it for him. Trent held me close and bucked wildly with the force of a powerful orgasm, his cock pulsing inside me.
The room echoed with the sound of heavy breathing, then a strained silence when he pulled out and rolled the condom off, tying the end.
“I’ll take it and get a towel. Do you want anything to drink?” I asked, unceremoniously hopping out of bed.
“Uh…water would be great, but you don’t have to—”
“It’s no problem,” I assured him, hurrying to the en suite bathroom.
I cleaned up, grabbed a towel for Trent, and tossed it to him before bounding downstairs on a water retrieval mission…buck-ass naked. Navigating the maze of rooms to reach the kitchen and return again took a few minutes. Maybe a few too many minutes.
Trent tugged his jeans over his ass, offering a tentative smile when I shoved a water bottle at him. “Thanks.”
I tilted my chin in acknowledgment and climbed into bed, blatantly staring as he uncapped the bottle and guzzled half the contents. He looked magnificent in his unbuttoned Levi’s with his bare chest gleaming. I licked my lips and drank him in, memorizing details like a miser.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Stupid question. He was already halfway out the door and I didn’t want him to go. I mean…I really didn’t want him to go. I didn’t know how to communicate that without sounding needy as fuck. So, in my most casual tone, I added, “There’s no reason to rush.”
Trent set his water on my nightstand and narrowed his eyes. “Okay. You’re giving mixed messages here.”
I frowned. “I am?”
“Yeah, you are.” He let out an amused half laugh as he sat on the edge of the mattress. “I didn’t expect a cuddle session, but you jumped out of bed pretty damn fast. But it’s cool. I get it. I’m actually very well versed in one-night-stand etiquette. I won’t ask for your number, or expect a round two, and I don’t kiss and tell. So, don’t worry about me. No one will know about this.”
I should have found that comforting, and perhaps on some level, I did. But etiquette was the last thing on my mind. I pulled the sheet over my lap and fidgeted with the seam of the high thread count, fine Egyptian cotton.
“Thanks, I appreciate that. You still don’t have to go. Unless, of course, you have to go.”
That earned me a few seconds of intense scrutiny. The kind I was used to giving…not receiving. I quelled the urge to look away and gave myself a mental high five when he blinked first.
“You don’t want to be alone,” he astutely surmised.
“That’s not it,” I lied.
“Yeah, it is. Want to talk about it?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then what d’ya want from me?”
“Your body.”
He snickered at my flippant reply as he flexed his pec muscles. “Can’t get enough, eh?”