25. Trace
TRACE
I t isn't very often I give in to the dark part of myself that wants to take. That part also wants to give, but it wants to give in a different way than I normally do. This piece of my personality? It wants to take and give pleasure, and it can do it for fucking hours at a time. Days, if given the chance.
Surrounding her is exactly what I want to do. Reaching down, I cup her tits in the palms of my hands, working them back and forth before moving my fingers up to grab hold of her nipples. With only a little twisting, she's writhing in my arms, whining a moan.
"Trace, what are you doing?"
My eyes meet hers as she looks up at me. Hers are glazed with pleasure, her mouth hanging open as she tries to take in deep breaths.
"Making you feel good. Just sit back and let me do it, okay?"
She nods before leaning her head completely back. I take the invitation and press our lips together, reveling in this kiss. Not worrying about who could be watching, what kind of signals it could send, or if I'm going to be revealing too many of my real feelings in this exchange of passion. Instead of keeping a part of myself tucked in my pocket, I give that part of myself over to her. I don't want to hold back and not give her the full experience—this time, she's going to get it all.
Her body bows to my will as I deepen the kiss. Needing to have a taste of her, I grab her by the waist, turn us around, and lay her down on the deck.
Standing to my full height, I realize this is perfect for what I'm about to do. Her eyes glow with desire as she looks down at me. Her nipples are peaked against the top of her bathing suit, and she's sawing her legs back and forth. Reaching up, I press her thighs apart, and move my shoulders in between them, holding her open for me.
"Trace..." My name is whispered on a sigh. Like she knows what I'm about to do, but she almost can't believe what I'm about to do.
"Yeah?" I give her a grin. "Just lay there and let me take care of you."
With one finger, I extend it to the middle of her thighs and move the small piece of fabric away from her pussy, exposing her to my gaze. Inhaling deeply, I let the scent of her permeate my nostrils and send up a little prayer to the Lord himself as a thank you for this. With my thumb in position, I press into her clit, using my tongue to ease the way. She reaches down, grabbing hold of my hair, yanking at the strands to make sure I stay right where she wants me, too. Her hips press into my mouth, trying to get as close as she needs to be.
My cock punches against my swim trunks, the water caressing it much like I imagine her pussy would. I'm definitely going to have to give it some attention soon, otherwise I'm gonna end up with the biggest case of blue balls I've ever had.
Tilting my head, I tuck my hand deeper between her thighs so that I can use my fingers, along with my tongue and lips, to give her the most pleasure. She's thrusting against me, seeming to be trying to keep it together.
"No one is here," I remind her. "You can be as loud as you want. If that means you scream when you come, then so fuckin' be it. But there's a few things I want from this encounter."
She's inhaling and exhaling, gulping in big breaths. "What?"
"To wear your passion like it's a motherfucking badge of honor. I want your scratch marks in my back, your teeth marks in my neck, bruises where you've buried your heels in my ass. Number two, I want to forget about all the shit that we have going on in the background. Trace and Katie are who I wanna be."
"That's who we are," she grabs my hand, bringing it up to her mouth. "That's exactly who we are. I know they try and make it everything it isn't, but we know who we are. We're Trace and Katie. As long as we know that, no one else will be able to get in between us. You know that, right?" She pulls my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tips.
I don't know that—it's not my experience when it comes to the people we're dealing with—but I'll let her live in her own little dream world a little longer. "Then let me have it."
With renewed vigor, I go hard at her pussy, using the flat of my tongue to lap against her clit. My fingers move around inside her, causing me to groan when she gives way around them.
"Fuck me, Trace. Please fuck me," she begs. "I wanna feel you inside me, wanna feel you pressing against me, wanna feel you fucking lose control."
I'm on the brink right now, and unsure why. I don't know what it is about this that's making it better than anything else ever has been. Using my upper body strength, I press myself up onto the deck and climb over her body. Mouth now even with her nipples, I bend down to take one into my mouth, twirling the pointed tip the same way she did with my fingers. Her hands fight with mine as we work to get my swim trunks down and my cock free.
"Help me," she breathes out in frustration.
Once I'm free, I lean back on my knees, give my cock a few strokes, and then I'm deep in her. Fucking hell, it's like she's squeezing my dick in a vice, like she hasn't had sex in months, which we both know is a lie. Trying to get a rhythm going is harder than I imagined it would be. Rocking against her core is both heaven and hell at the same time. I know I need to keep it together long enough to give her hers, but I'm worried if I'm going to be able to do that.
Her body is pliable as I press into it and then withdraw. With each withdrawal, her pussy pulls, as if it doesn't want to let my dick go, and that's almost enough to make me come right now. Her hands are moving up and down my abdomen, scratching me with her nails like I asked her to. Pitching forward, I land on my palms and continue to thrust, adding a grind at the end that makes her gasp and me groan.
"You close?" she asks. "Because I am, and I want you to be as close as I am."
"It won't take me long to get there."
She nods, holding her arms around me as I drop further toward her. My body slides against hers, the moisture making noise as the two of us grind against one another. With anyone else it might be funny and we might be cracking up, but with her it's more of a turn on.
My face drops into the curve of her neck as I start thrusting in earnest. Her arms come around me, her nails digging into my back as I press in and then pull out. Working her pussy hard against my cock is becoming one of my favorite pastimes.
"Make me come, Trace, please."
I go after her even harder. My hands are fists next to her head before I splay them out and bury my fingers into her tresses. Using my hold on them, I pull her neck to the side to give me a better angle for my mouth. The tingling at the base of my spine lets me know I'm about to come. When I do, I bury my face into her neck and bite hard, hoping that others will be able to see the mark I've left on her as I empty myself inside her.
I'm trying to catch my breath and she's holding my head at her chest, each of us trying to figure out what the fuck just happened here.
"Are you sure about what we just did?" she questions quietly. "You didn't wear a condom and I'm not on birth control."
"It was going to happen sooner or later, Katie. Might as well be on our own time rather than someone pressuring us to do something we have no control over. If we do this on our own time, we have control over it."
At least I hope so. What I've always wanted is control, and although I've had to give some of it up, I'm vowing to keep what I can of it. Starting with what we did right here.
But like always, I'm not sure, and I tell myself next time there's an opportunity, I'm going to a place where I can talk to someone who will tell me real answers.