Chapter Eighteen
Cynda…
As soon as he’d closed the door I fell backwards on the bed, and pulled the sheet over my head.
Oh my God. I shouldn’t have done it, but it’d been freakin’ incredible.
He did things to me...I wanted more. I’m sex crazed, it has to be that.
He must have flipped some kind of switch when he made love to me, err fucked me.
Let’s not go down that path, there’s no good ending there.
Where could it go, though? I had no intention of ending up like my mother.
I would not wait my entire life for someone to come back who didn’t even know I existed.
I loved her but I wasn’t going to repeat her life.
I had plans and they didn’t include music.
Once again I could hear Michelle in my head, asking me who I was trying so hard to convince.
Ugh…fuck me running. I shouldn’t have given in, but who could have looked into his face and said no? Not any one I knew—he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Yeah, I know he probably had it nailed down, but it worked and I wasn’t going to regret it no matter what happened next.
The door opened and I sat up in the bed pulling the sheets around my neck. He laughed when he saw me.
“Hiding now? A little late for that isn’t it?”
“I wasn’t sure it was you.”
“Gotcha. No one else comes in here besides me and now you. You don’t have to worry. I’d fuckin’ kill them if they did.”
I nodded, watching him move around the room. He kicked off his jeans and climbed on to the bed next to me, handing me a bottle of water.
“Thanks. What about the towels?”
“Fuck. I forgot,” He grinned. “I have some in here so it’s cool.” He opened one of the bottom drawers and pulled a couple out. “Now that I think about it, I’d rather clean you up with my tongue.”
The heat rose in my cheeks and I told myself this was normal and amazing and I needed to enjoy it while it lasts. Deciding it was now or never, I tossed off the sheet and turned toward him smiling.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said with a low growl. “You’re fuckin’ amazing.”
I put my finger to his lips to stop him and pushed him onto his back.
His eyes opened wider when I straddled him, but then he grinned like he’d just been given forbidden candy.
Oh, he had no idea. He thought he was the only one who could make someone beg.
He was in for a huge surprise, and thinking about it made me want to giggle, until I looked into his eyes.
The first touch of our lips and the fire ignited again. It amazed me how he could make me burn with need from just a kiss. My nipples were hard and my pussy was soaked, and just straddling him was getting him drenched too. It’d be my turn to clean him up soon.
Wrapping his hair around my hands I held him in place as I slid my tongue between his lips, kissing him like my life depended on it, then I pulled his lower lip between my teeth and sucked on it. He still tasted a little like me and I was quickly learning to love the flavor.
I pushed his arms above his head. “No touching, this time it’s about you.”
“But…”
“Nope, you move those hands and I’ll find something to tie you with.
” I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, but his cock danced and twitched against my pussy giving me my answer.
I squirmed against his dick, making sure it was good and wet from my juices and rubbed it against my clit as I slid down his body.
I licked and sucked his nipples until they were as hard as mine. I snuck a peek at his face and he was watching me, his eyes glittered in the semi-darkness of the room. I was so focused that when he bucked his hips, pushing his throbbing cock against my clit I moaned. “No moving.”
“You said no hands.”
“No moving. Stay still you’re my boy toy.”
“I’m no boy.”
“No shit…but you’re my toy for now and you need to be still.
” I gave him the most seductive look I could come up with and continued my exploration of his body.
I left bite marks from his nipples, across his rock hard abs and down toward his belly button.
I was following the Trent Trail and I wasn’t stopping until I made him beg.
His chest was mostly hairless, with only little patches around his nipples and the thin trail to his cock.
He tried to sit up as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, but I pushed him back down.
“Trent, be a good boy or you’ll be sorry,” I warned him as my tongue slid along the side of his cock from base to tip.
He was covered with my juices and our flavors were so sexy together, tangy, sweet, musky, and I liked it.
Licking and sucking on him like a Tootsie Roll pop, I wondered how many licks until I found the gooey center.
He was struggling to stay still, his hips moved a few times and his fingers gripped the sheets until they were all balled up in his in hands.
I slid down until I was kneeling between his legs, dragging my fingernails up and down his inner thighs.
He moaned and his dick bounced against his stomach.
Oh yeah, he was getting close if the sweat running down his chest was any indication.
I watched his head fall back against the pillows, and I grabbed his balls in my hand, squeezing gently, I didn’t want to hurt him, just drive him crazy. His head popped back up and he moaned.
“Oh, baby, shit, you’re killing me here. I want you.”
“I know, and you’ll have me soon.”
“Fuck that, I want you now.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I stopped touching him, and he moaned again with defeat. “Fine. Have it your way, but don’t be surprised if I shoot my cum all over you.”
I didn’t answer him. Instead I took his balls in my mouth and sucked, rolling them around, learning their feel, their taste, while my hands caressed his dick from base to head.
Pre-cum glistened and I rubbed it into the head of his cock.
It was so hard it felt like a steel rod.
It was hard holding back my moans, I wanted him so bad, I knew it’d only take one more rub of his cock against my clit for me to come, but I wanted him inside me when I did.
I was going to ride him to the freakin’ moon and back.
I saw his rubbers on the table and grabbed one. Tearing the packet and pulling it out, I drew him into my mouth and sucked him deep one more time before rolling the condom down his rigid length.
The breath hissed from between his teeth as I lowered my dripping pussy over his cock and took just the tip of him inside. Holding him there, I leaned over to lick and bite his nipples.
“Cyn, please. Oh fuck, I need to cum, I need you.”
I smiled but he wasn’t begging nearly enough yet.
“Mmm, you feel so good. Maybe a little deeper,” I murmured and took a little more of his dick inside, sliding up and down but only inches at a time.
“Shit.”
Each time I slid a little further down his cock, it was killing me too. I wanted the pleasure-pain his huge cock created as he filled me.
“Fuck, Cyn. Enough. Please…”
I stopped for just a moment, before sliding all the way down his rod, taking all of him. He was so big, almost too big, but after a moment, I adjusted to the feeling and rode him like the boy toy I’d told him he was.
He watched, his eyes full of desire as I pinched and pulled on my nipples while riding his cock. Each down thrust rubbed my clit against him and soon I was shaking and on the verge of my own orgasm.
Not paying attention to my rules, he flipped me onto my back and rammed inside me over and over. Not gentle, but neither of us wanted gentle.
“Oh God, Trent,” I screamed his name as I came hard around his cock and he followed me off the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, oh God,” he yelled out as he came inside my pussy.
When we could both breathe again, he dropped his forehead to mine and his hair closed us off from the world like a curtain. I touched it and he smiled.
“You’re fuckin’ incredible.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“Liked? Fuck, girl, you almost killed me.”
I grinned. Satisfied I’d done what I’d hoped. Even if we never saw each other again after this trip, I didn’t think he’d ever forget me now, and I needed him to remember me.
“Payback’s a bitch, huh?”
Laughing he reached for the water bottle, handing it to me first I took a long drink.
I was so thirsty. Creating memories was hard work.
Yawning, I slid under the sheet, feeling tired and sore.
He pulled the blanket up over me and the last thing I remember is seeing him smile as he pushed my bangs back and kissed me on the forehead.
“Good night, baby…”