15. Trent
15
TRENT
W atching Natasha raise the partition between us and the driver was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. That was until she turned around, leveling me with a sultry look, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that sent all my blood racing south. She was summoning me with just a look, and it took everything inside me not to drag her into my lap as we drove through traffic for my penthouse in Greenwich Village.
“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked, patting the space next to her.
Why was I? For a second, I had no damn clue, and I very nearly reached out to pull her into my arms. But I was pretty sure that if I touched her now, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And for our first time, I wasn’t about to try to maneuver in a cramped backseat when being patient for a few minutes meant I’d have much more room to spread her out. I cleared my throat. “Because I just want to look at you.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath. She shifted slightly in her seat, the fabric twisting at her waist and tightening over her breasts in a way that had my resolve weakening.
“But why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I want you to know I’m going to devour you. I want you to be thinking about it. Imagining it. Anticipating it,” I said, making a compromise with myself. We weren’t going to fuck here in the backseat, but that didn’t mean I had to keep my hands entirely to myself. Moving slowly, controlling the pace, I caught her jaw in my hand and tipped her mouth up to meet mine. The same searing heat washed through me as the last time I kissed her, setting every nerve on fire and waking the most sensitive parts of me. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked, a little dazed.
“Because every time I kiss you, I just want more . And the kind of more I’m hungry for is best explored behind closed doors with locks on them.” I kissed her again, and she kissed me back, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging in a way that drove me wild. It was like she couldn’t get close enough. I tilted my head and ran my tongue along her lips. They were so lush and pillowy. When she opened her mouth to me, I pressed my tongue inside, tasting the bite of whiskey on her breath.
Natasha groaned into my mouth, the kiss growing wild and sloppy as she panted against me. My hand skimmed the space where the dress split, inching up the smooth skin of her thigh.
I kept going, a bold thrill shooting through me as she moved into my touch, her chest rising and falling erratically as my fingers finally brushed the edge of her delicate lace underwear.
“Are you wearing something pretty for me?” I asked, my voice husky in her ear. I imagined hooking my finger through her underwear and dragging them down her legs, or better yet, using my teeth to pull them off her.
Natasha let out a breathy little moan, throwing her head back to expose her neck. I latched on to her pulse point, sucking until she was whispering my name repeatedly, rolling her hips against the pressure of my hand between her thighs.
“Are you?” I said again. She made a confused little noise. “Wearing something nice for me?”
She pulled back enough to look me in the eye, then lay her hand over mine. “Why don’t you keep going and find out?”
God ! I groaned into her ear, mustering all my self-control as I forced myself to pull back, removing my hand from her thigh, trying to put some space between us. At least enough to clear my head. Removing the temptation of Natasha would be impossible, but the space would ensure things didn’t get entirely out of hand before we got to my place.
But Natasha’s hand was still buried in my hair. She tugged, rolling her hips toward me. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “You don’t have to stop.”
“I do.”
“Please,” she whispered, the sound so beautifully desperate I wanted to immediately put her out of her misery.
“We’re almost there,” I said, smiling at her.
She groaned in frustration. “Tell the driver to do a couple laps around the block.”
I chuckled. “Is that all it’s going to take?”
“Maybe less,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” I promised. “I’ll make sure you thoroughly enjoy yourself once we’re upstairs.”
“I could enjoy myself here,” she said, squirming against the seat, looking deliciously wanton—her elegant dress and classy make-up contrasted with her kiss-swollen lips and the sheer hunger in her eyes.
“Are you that desperate, Hellcat?” Her breathy little sighs were like music to my ears. It was torture not touching her, but a delicious kind of torture. I knew the anticipation would just make it better in the end.
“Aren’t you?”
I stroked my thumb along her cheekbone. “There’s nothing I want more than you right now.”
Her brow arched, her hand running down my chest to the bulge in my pants. She squeezed lightly, smirking as I jerked against her. “Just making sure.”
“Trust me, I want you to have the full Trent Saunders experience. And I can’t do my best work in the back of a moving vehicle.”
The car came to a stop. Thank fucking god, because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to hold out much longer. Natasha tugged her dress back into place as I pushed the door open, climbing out. I reached back for her hand, helping her out of the car.
“Just so you know, I would have settled for subpar work,” she whispered as she passed me.
“You shouldn’t have to settle for anything,” I growled, staring down at her in the amber glow of the streetlights. She gave a sharp little inhale, shivering in the night’s chill.
“Trent,” she said.
“Yes?” Her eyes sparkled as much as her dress. I couldn’t wait to get it off her.
“Take me upstairs.”
I kissed her hand, then escorted her into my building, past the concierge. I hustled us into the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor. As soon as the door closed, Natasha was immediately in my arms, my hands fisting in the fabric of her dress, hiking it up her body. I didn’t know if we were even going to make it out of the elevator as she started pulling my shirt from my pants.
Natasha turned in my arms, grinding back against my lap. I smoothed my hands over her shoulders and across her collarbones, squeezing her full breasts through the dress. “You’re so sexy,” I growled into her ear.
Natasha’s head fell back against my shoulder, her curls a little wilder than they’d been when I picked her up.
The elevator door finally opened, and we stumbled into the hall, my shirt half untucked from my pants. I kissed her up against my front door, grinding against her as I fumbled with the lock.
When it opened, I caught Natasha before she could fall. I’d left a couple lamps on. She turned her head long enough to glance around. The front room was an open concept space with large windows, a massive fireplace, and towering built-in bookshelves. The best part was the wrap-around balcony that overlooked the city. Maybe I’d save that for another night when we could be bundled up together. Right now, I wanted Natasha naked.
Very, very naked.
“Nice place,” she whispered, kissing my neck.
“Thanks.”
“Sorta thought it might be bigger.”
I scoffed. “Bigger?”
“Bigger is better, you know.” She bit her lip teasingly.
“I see.” I dropped my hands, grabbing her ass, letting her feel the strength of my erection. “Is that big enough for you?”
“I’ll have to inspect it more closely,” she said.
With a smirk, my hands fell to the button on my pants, then the zipper, tugging them down my waist enough to free my erection. It hung there between us, aching and hard. “See what you do to me?”
Natasha’s lips parted, her eyebrow arching slightly. I took her hand, guiding it to my cock, basking in the pleasure that rocketed through me as she squeezed once, twice, three times. “Don’t get carried away,” I warned, threading my hands into her curls as she explored, her thumb bushing over the head of my cock. “I have big plans for you tonight.”
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, then I tugged slightly on her hair, bringing her face to mine. I caught her in a searing kiss, my tongue slipping past her lips, driving sounds from her she’d be embarrassed about tomorrow.
“Trent,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to squirm against me. When she caught my eye, I could see how desperate she was.
I took control, backing her toward the couch, my pants sagging around my hips. I paused long enough to rifle in the drawer next to the couch for a condom.
“Let me,” Natasha said, taking the wrapper from my hand. She tore it open, rolling the condom onto my cock in one smooth motion.
“You’re good at that.”
She fluttered her eyelashes, dancing away coyly. “I have many talents, Mr. Saunders.”
I stalked toward her until she collapsed onto the couch, her gaze falling to my cock as she reclined into the cushions. “Lucky for you, so do I.” I pressed one knee into the cushion next to her, stroking her cheek with my hand. “Lie back.”
“Is that an order?”
“Fuck yes,” I said, covering her body with my own. My cock dragged against her belly, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as it brushed the space between her thighs. She raised her hips, desperately searching for friction. “Tell me what you want, my little Hellcat.”
“Touch me,” she panted.
“Where?”
She squirmed, arching her back. “You know where.”
“Here?” I asked, sucking a kiss into the side of her neck. She groaned in response, her hips rocking beneath me. “Or here?” I squeezed her breast through the fabric of the dress. “Or maybe here?” I slid my hand beneath the dress, taking hold of one warm thigh.
“Trent,” she hissed.
My fingers inched up her leg, reaching those pretty lace panties I’d been promised in the car. “God, you’re so wet,” I said, dragging my fingers between her legs. She moaned as my fingers finally brushed her sensitive clit. “Can I take these off?” I asked, hooking my thumb into her underwear.
“Yes,” she said, helping me get them down her legs. Once they were gone, I shoved the bottom of her dress up, exposing her to me. She glistened with need, and I throbbed, knowing this was all my doing. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled, capturing her in another kiss as my fists twisted in the material of her dress.
“Careful,” she panted, breaking our kiss momentarily. “I don’t want to wreck Stacy’s handiwork.”
“Don’t worry.” I grinned. “I won’t tear it off you.” I rocked forward, my cock nudging up against her entrance. “I’ll save that for next time.” Natasha groaned, throwing her head back into the cushions. “Yes, my little Hellcat. Tell me what you like.”
“That,” she said, practically purring. “Just like that.”
I let my cock slide through her wetness a couple of times.
“Please,” she begged, reaching out to clutch my hips. “Trent…I… please .”
I loved it when she begged. I angled my hips and slid inside, burying myself deep, groaning my pleasure as I waited for her to adjust to my size. “You feel so good,” I said.
She made an unintelligible sound.
“Big enough for you?” I asked, pulling out and thrusting back in a few times, using the couch as leverage.
“Oh, yes…Trent. Fuck yes.” She bit her bottom lip, humming. “ Fuck .”
I rubbed her clit as I found my rhythm, spurred on by the sounds she made. My Hellcat was loud, and I relished every second of watching her come undone. It was easier to read Natasha than anyone I’d ever slept with before, and I chased her to the edge and back a few times, liking the way she moaned my name, her fingers clawing at my back. When I finally drove her to orgasm, she seized up, her thighs trembling. I could feel her squeezing me, the contractions dragging me into my own climax. I grunted through the last few thrusts, collapsing into the circle of her arms as I finished.
We lay there in silence for a few long moments, a cloud of bliss enveloping every part of me. Then I felt Natasha’s lips on my neck, and I rolled onto my side, pulling her close.
“I’ve been wondering about something,” she said.
“What?”
“Why is your place in Manhattan if you work on Long Island?”
I kissed her cheek, chuckling. “That’s not what I thought you were wondering.”
“I had lots of time to think during sex.”
“That’s what you were thinking about while I was fucking you?” My hands tightened around her middle and she giggled.
“I’m kidding. I wasn’t thinking about much of anything then except for how good you were making me feel.”
I was glad to hear that. “But now that the orgasm has worn off, it’s back to business, huh?”
She shrugged, the corner of her mouth curling. “I was just curious.”
“Well, remember that evening my friends and I bumped into you and Stacy after our squash game?”
She nodded.
“Dominic told you that the group of us met through a brand management class, right?”
“Yes.”
“Part of that class involved creating a new product for one of our assignments. We came up with this idea for a multifunction cosmetics tool.”
Her brow furrowed. “Like the BeautiTool?”
“Not like. The BeautiTool. We took the concept from our project and turned it into the real thing.”
“Holy shit. Sheila mentioned you were off doing your own thing before you took over as CEO…but I guess I just assumed you were with some other furniture company.”
“Nope, I was in a whole different industry,” I admitted. “Aiden and I were co-CEOs at first, but after a while, he wanted to do other things. He and Dominic cashed out their shares, but I stayed on for another couple of years. It wasn’t until Dee asked me to step in that I took over as CEO for Saunders. But back when I bought this place, I was running BeautiTool—and our offices were pretty close by. Plus, I liked living near a campus. It felt familiar after college. Even now I still like the vibes of the neighborhood. I suppose it’s less convenient in ways, living this far from the office. But I’m too attached to give it up.”
“That’s a long drive every day,” she said. “I should know. I take the train.”
“I don’t mind it actually. I like having a bit of a commute in the morning.”
She laughed, the sound echoing through the living room. “No one likes a commute.”
“It gives me time to get into my work headspace. To review emails or prep for meetings. I’m very productive in the car.”
“I’ll say,” she said, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. It twitched with interest, and I felt the stirrings of arousal. It was still a bit too soon for me to go another round, but I liked the look in her eyes.
“Can I entice you to take a shower with me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I stood and pulled her to her feet. We stripped out of the rest of our clothes, careful to drape her dress over the back of the couch so she could return it to Stacy in good condition. I took a beat, admiring every inch of her exposed skin. We hadn’t managed to get completely naked the first time around, but now that I had the full view, Natasha sure didn’t disappoint.
She tipped her head. “What are you looking at?”
“You’re beautiful.” I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, pausing occasionally to kiss her. She squeezed my ass as I turned away to start the water in the shower. “How do you like it?”
“The hotter the better.”
I looked back over my shoulder, giving her a wry grin as I ogled her. “That’s what I was thinking.”
Once the bathroom was sufficiently steamy, we stepped under the spray, soaping each other up. Touching her was every bit as pleasurable as being touched by her, and by the time we were done, I was hard again.
“Can I help you?” she teased as we stood in the bedroom, towel drying.
I scooped her up, and she shrieked, giggling as I plopped her down on the bed. “I don’t know, Hellcat. Think you’re up for it?”
She gave me a wicked grin, opening her towel enticingly slowly. “I think I could rise to the challenge.”
I went to the drawer for another condom, rolling it on myself. When I turned around, Natasha was touching herself, eyes closed, humming softly as she cupped and squeezed her breasts with one hand while the other toyed with her clit. I watched her pleasure herself for a beat, my cock throbbing at the sight. She was so fucking hot.
“That’s it,” I said, drawing closer.
Her brow twitched as I broke her focus.
“Want me to help?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, her hands falling away as I guided the head of my cock to slide up her thigh, teasing her gently. She moaned, her fingers curling into the comforter. I parted her legs further, leaning down between them to press my mouth to her clit. I let my tongue drag through her folds, then focused my attention, listening to the way her breathing changed, feeling the muscles in her thighs clench against my face.
“That’s it,” she hissed. “There…yes! Oh god!”
Her hips bucked, and I pressed her down into the bed, holding her steady despite how much she writhed. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room as she climbed toward her next orgasm, and my cock ached, throbbing with the need to sink into her soft, slick heat.
I alternated between flicking my tongue quickly and running tight, slow circles around her clit. She tugged at my hair, guiding me. It didn’t take long to drive her over the edge, and she trembled as she came undone. I climbed up her body, sliding home, fucking her through the rest of her orgasm and into another. Natasha’s legs wound around my waist, arching, taking, demanding as her moans grew more and more uncontrolled.
It was so good.
She was so good.
If I’d known sex with Natasha would be like this, I’d have asked her out after our first fight in the coffee shop. I jerked my hips forward, driving into her once more, gripping her hips to anchor me. Natasha cried out with each thrust, her sounds spurring me on as I filled her over and over. She was like a siren, begging me for more, and I answered, fucking her harder as I chased my own climax. I came with a sudden, explosive shudder, the pleasure ripping through me.
Fuck! She was addicting.
I didn’t know how I was ever going to be fully sated. I rolled off Natasha, stretching out on my back. I reached my arm out, and she rolled into my side.
“Wow,” she mumbled. “I don’t usually come that quickly. Or repeatedly.”
I chuckled. “Maybe I’m just that good.”
“Or maybe it’s been just as long for you as it’s been for me,” she said. “And we’re both a little desperate.”
I hummed, thinking back to the last woman I’d slept with. “I honestly can’t even remember the name of the last woman I brought home.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Not because there’s been so many of them,” I corrected, not wanting to give her the wrong impression. “Or because I don’t care to learn their names. I just mean…I haven’t been with anyone for a while. Relationships are a low priority for me.”
She hummed quietly. I wasn’t sure I’d explained it right, but who cared about the last woman I’d brought home?
They didn’t matter.
None of them had ever made me feel the way Natasha did.