Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

“Yes, Trent. Oh yes, I could never forget.” Her voice had gone hoarse with need long ago.

“Would you like me there now, while the dildo fucks your wet pussy? Do you think you can handle both at the same time, baby?”

“Trent, please.”

“I love the sound of my name on your lips,” Trent urged, then he let his finger penetrate her, little by little, until he was buried deep inside her anus. She shuddered and pushed against him. His finger moved in and out, fucking her with slow precision.

Just as Crystal started to think she could take no more of his teasing, one of Trent’s big, warm hands clutched her hips. He told her to hold still and she obeyed. Then his hand was holding the dildo. She felt him caressing her clit with the large toy. Crystal writhed and moved in time to his strokes. When she squeezed her bottom, Trent growled.

“I thought I told you to hold still.” Crystal couldn’t concentrate on Trent’s words. Thankfully he didn’t wait for a reply. “Such sweet torture you are.”

She moaned and wriggled. Her breasts swelled and her sex grew damp. His finger pumped her ass, while the dildo slid back and forth over her swollen nub. Crystal felt every heated touch. He was slow at first, then faster, and soon a second finger joined the first and Crystal went wild, her inhibitions dropped as need rushed in and took command. She gyrated against Trent while he tormented her with the toy. When he leaned down and bit her hip, she lost it.

Her climax came from somewhere deep inside. Crystal screamed hard and loud, her back arching as her body flew apart. Everything she thought she knew about sexual pleasure seemed to pale in the wake of what she was experiencing. Trent’s rough voice just barely broke through the quagmire of her mind.

“I want this ass, Crystal,” Trent hissed, then he moved his fingers out of her and cupped her dripping mound. “Look at me, baby.”

She turned her head, already limp and sweating from her orgasm, but when she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into his not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to hungry all over again.

“You are mine. From this moment forward, you are mine.”

No words sprang to mind over such a bold claim so she stayed silent. When the heavy weight of Trent’s cock entered her bottom and the thick toy nudged into her sex, her inner muscles clenched. She automatically attempted to close her legs, panicked and scared. It was too much, too soon.

“Trent, I can’t!” she cried out, her body tensing further.

Trent pulled out instantly. “Shh, it’s okay. No need to hurry, baby.”

Crystal relaxed a little, relieved by Trent’s words. He slowly slid the toy deep inside her vagina and held it there, then leaned down and kissed her shoulder. She rocked against him when his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her panic disappeared and her body hummed back to life.

“You will enjoy this,” he whispered into her ear, “but I know you’re still mad at me. Give me a second chance. I’m not like Richard. I would never hurt you the way he did. I might make mistakes, but I’d never intentionally cause you pain, I promise.”

He never waited for a reply, only began stroking her hair and smoothing a palm down her arm to her hip, where he cupped her bottom and kneaded the plump flesh. She melted, giving them both what they needed in that moment. Trent felt it instantly and began a slow glide into her ass, filling her. She felt a delicious sort of pressure and friction. Fullness, oh God, so full, but not so much that it hurt. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The silky inner walls of her vagina were caressed with gentle thrusts from the toy. The taboo nature of what they were doing sent a rush of rapture through her.

With each inward stroke from Trent, the dildo was pulled outward. Her muscles held them both tight, and she squeezed her ass, giving Trent the pleasure and pain that he craved.

Trent shouted her name and pushed against her hips one last t

ime, spilling his seed deep. Crystal felt his every spasm, and it spurred her own orgasm.

Trent pulled the toy free and tossed it aside, then they both collapsed onto the bed. He brushed her damp hair from her face and kissed her cheek. “I love you, baby.”

“Wait,” she blurted out. She hadn’t even known she was going to say it. But now that it was out, she knew it was the right thing to say.

His head shot back as if she’d slapped him. “What?”

She pushed out of his arms and stood up. “I need time to think, Trent,” she said as she began getting into her clothes. “About everything. You. Mac. Me. I feel like I’ve been on a roller-coaster ride and I need to stop and get off. Even if it’s only for a day or two.”

He stared at her for several intense seconds, then got off the bed and went to her. “Fine. Take your time and think things through. But while you’re doing that, remember what I said. I may make mistakes with you, but my love is true.”

He dipped his head and kissed her, leaving her breathless. As Crystal walked away from him, her mind focused on keeping her head high and her legs moving, she knew that there was no way she would ever be whole without Trent and Mac in her life. They’d stolen her heart, and that was that.

Crystal hadn’t seen Trent or Mac for a full week. She’d asked them for time to think, and they’d granted it. But each day away from them had caused her heart to ache. Now, as she stood on the porch of Trent’s home, shaking with nerves and her stomach in knots, Crystal thought again about how much time she’d wasted, all because of her own insecurities. Richard had done a lot of damage, but it wasn’t irreparable. She wasn’t going to give up on love. And she loved both Trent and Mac. Who cared if it wasn’t a traditional relationship? She knew with the two of them, she would always be cherished. Now she aimed to set things right. If Trent slammed the door in her face, so be it, but at least she had to try.

She took a deep breath and rang the bell. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed a man striding up the sidewalk. When she turned and saw Richard, her mind stuttered to a halt and her heart seemed to stop beating. The look in his eyes was something out of her nightmares. She suddenly felt as if she’d been tossed into a bad horror movie. She started to move backward, but then her ex struck her across the face so hard she fell to the porch. Time seemed to stand still as she watched the scene unfold around her. The fear of him killing her had her attempting to crawl away. When she heard him whisper her name, it spurred her on. But he was bigger and stronger, and the last thing she thought of before the world went black was how close she’d come to finding her happily-ever-after with the men of her dreams.

14

Mac had waited a week to hear from Crystal. They’d exchanged texts, but nothing in the last twenty-four hours. He’d sent several messages to her with no reply. Finally, he’d called Mollie, and she’d said the last time she’d talked to Crystal was when she was heading out to talk to Trent. But Trent hadn’t seen her, either. The hair on the back of Mac’s neck rose. Something was wrong, he could feel it.