Only Trick

“Shit! St-stop …” His words come out desperation and broken as he clenches his teeth, sucking in a hissing breath.

Releasing him, I kiss my way up his torso, pushing his shirt up until he grabs it with one hand and shrugs it off. Pressing my lips to his hard pectoral muscle, I bite down on it relishing the salty taste of his sweat.

He growls and grabs my face, smashing our mouths together. I dig what little nails I have into his hard ass with one hand and stroke him with my other. One minute I have my shirt on, the next he’s tearing it open; the clink of the buttons flittering across the floor barely audible over our moans.

My breasts tingle, heavy in his hands as he kneads them with a firm, rough grip, circling his thumbs over my nipples. “Trick—” My head falls back against the gate, jaw slack.

He tortures my neck all the way to my collarbone with nipping kisses; sometimes sucking so hard I swear he’s marking me. When his mouth finds my breasts, I grab two fists full of his hair and hold him to me while arching my back. Pressing one hand to the small of my back, he slips his other down the front of my leggings.

“Oh … God …” My chin falls to my chest, he looks up at me with his mouth covering my nipple, sucking and teasing as he slides two fingers into me, pressing his palm against my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He releases my nipple and groans while holding my gaze.

Trick hypnotizes me with his eyes. I cup his sexy face, running my thumb across his lips as my breaths come quicker. His tongue darts out and I slip my thumb into his mouth. Closing his eyes he sucks on it, matching the slow thrusting rhythm of his fingers.

“N-now … I-I need it now,” I beg with a weak, breathy voice.

I whimper from the loss of his touch, but then he pulls off my boots and removes my leggings and drenched panties. He wets his lips and grabs my hips. I know where he’s going, but the instant his touch breaches my folds I know I’m going to explode, and I need this to last.

“Don’t!”

He looks up at me with a slight squint of confusion. My heart still aches, and I want him to take that feeling away. I need to feel him crawl under my skin and possess me … claim me … own me.

“Just fuck me … I need you to fuck me until the only thing I feel is how hard you’re fucking me.”

In an instant, a storm rolls into his eyes and everything goes dark. I see the color of his past and feel intensity radiating from his body as he comes to standing. I look up and I. Just. Need.

“As you wish.” No smile, not even a twitch.

Grabbing my hips, he turns me toward the gate. My heart pounds against my ribs, my breath the only sound slicing the eerie silence. I gulp down any fear that tries to work its way up my throat as Trick ghosts his hands down my arms, leaving a prickling of bumps in their wake. With a firm grip he takes my hands and places them on the metal lattice.

“Hold on tight,” he rasps in my ear.

Wedging his leg between both of mine, he spreads me wide, clenches my hips until I suck in a seething breath of air between my teeth, and then he slams into me. My piercing cry doesn’t stop him. He pulls back and does it over and over again. My knees threaten to buckle as the intensity builds. Trick grabs my hair and pulls my head back with a slow but very firm tug.

“Stay standing,” he demands through labored breaths.

My numb fingers curl into the unforgiving metal of the gate that’s slipping from my sweaty grip. “Trick!” I cry his name as his fingers press to my clit. “I’m … I-I’m … close …”

And then … he pulls out.

“No!” The orgasm that’s sitting on the edge waiting to be released blurs my vision.

Whipping my disoriented body around, he assaults my breasts and neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Mission accomplished, my heart feels nothing but its own galloping beat. Now I need the release so I move my hand between my legs and my drunken eyes start to roll back in my head.

“Not happening.” Trick grabs my wrist and moves both of my hands around his neck.

“T-Trick …”

He lifts me up and eases me down onto him. I drop my head to his shoulder, but he doesn’t move, even when I try to rock my pelvis into him, our chests ebbing and flowing together. The split second of reprieve ends and he finishes me.