Chapter 25 #2
He sucked in a breath and removed the last, tiny scrap of lace that had her standing naked before him, and all he could do was stare.
She was confident. And glorious.
From her wet, tousled hair, to her overflowing-handful breasts, all the way down her sleek torso to that trimmed, golden patch of heavenly curls he’d already parted once for a taste. He could have looked his fill all day.
But despite her bravado, Trask could see goosebumps starting to erupt on her skin.
“We need to get you warm,” he gruffed.
Trask quickly yanked off his unbuttoned shirt, then went to remove his own jeans, watching her reaction as he shed that outer layer. He then hooked his fingers into his boxer-briefs and paused.
Was he…shy all of a sudden?
Hell no.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed, her eyes fixed on the pulsating bulge that currently threatened the integrity of the material.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he answered raspily, shucking out of them in one smooth move.
Jett moved like lightening, wrapping her hand around his tumescence before he could draw a breath. And…
“Argh!” He jerked himself backward. “Cold,” he yipped.
His balls retracted as far as they could, but…oh, sure. His dick was unfazed. The randy bastard was practically begging for more.
Jett grinned. “Then I guess we need to warm up,” she teased.
Trask opened the glass door to the shower, then using his bulk to steer her, he backed Jett into the enclosure.
When she reached for his cock again, he waylaid her hand by grabbing it with his, and sent her digits down between her legs instead, manipulating her index finger directly onto her clit.
Jett’s eyes widened and her nipples peaked.
“That is cold,” she marveled, but she didn’t complain as he added his own pressure to her delicate bundle of nerves.
No. The sexy woman widened her legs and doubled down on their combined touch.
She then used her free hand to reach around his ass, and pulled him toward her until they were both under the spray.
His prick bumped against her stomach.
Holy hell.
It took every bit of willpower Trask had, not to come right then and there.
Doilies, doilies, doilies…
“You warm?” he managed to ask gruffly.
“Very,” she murmured gutturally.
He nodded. “Then it’s time for me to apologize, because this is going to be fast.”
Instead of calling him out on that, Jett grinned, dug her nails harder into the flesh of his right butt-cheek before lifting it to slap that same palm on his ass.
“Fast is good,” she assured him.
Trask growled, removed their combined touch from her clit, then lifted her so that her back was against the tiles.
Skin to skin, Jett wrapped her arms around him and pressed their bodies together even harder. Trask wanted to take a second to absorb the essence of her, but his dick had different ideas.
It knew exactly what it wanted, and it wanted it right the fuck now.
His member immediately prodded and found the soft warmth between Jett’s legs, beginning to delve.
Trask groaned and pushed further into paradise until…he froze.
“Shit,” he bit out, backing off with his disappointed cock heavily weeping. “Condom.”
Jett, using the leverage of the wall, ignored him and arched her hips forward sharply for…
Total impalement.
“Pill,” she howled lustily once she’d seated him all the way to the end of her channel.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Clearly, they’d both been reduced to one-word responses.
“Tested. Clean,” she added as she clamped her inner muscles around him.
“Me too.”
Goddammit. Trask wasn’t going to waste another minute on verbal communication. He was going to respond solely with his cock from this point forward, especially since it had never been inside a woman without sporting latex before.
Sublime.
Pinning Jett against the wall again, Trask began to pound in and out, grunting with each phenomenal incursion. Raw-dogging it was…fucking amazing.
He briefly wondered as he powered on, if his aggression was too much for Jett, but as he forced himself to lighten his strokes, she grabbed his ass with both hands and let him know she was all in.
Trask wasn’t about to argue.
He upped his pace while lowering his head to one cherry-red peak to suck it into his mouth.
She shrieked.
Her hands went from his ribs to the back of his head, twining themselves into his short hair as she demanded…everything.
He nipped with his teeth and she keened even more, pressing him closer.
Shit.
He could feel his release coming.
This was going to be it.
Trask couldn’t hold back any longer.
He was about thirty seconds from detonation, and he’d be damned if he went there without Jett.
He sent his free hand down to her clit and pinched.
He feasted again on her nipple.
He gave one, last, powerful surge, and…
She flew apart, coming with a scream that would have woken the dead, but Trask barely heard her.
He gave an answering war cry that drowned hers out, thrust one final time, then he, too, flew over the edge.
His last rational though? This orgasm was going to kill him.
Holy fuck.
Trask came, and came, and came until his balls were drained and his knees shook.
His breath came in gasps as he tried to wrap his brain around what had just happened.
Who had he just become?
He’d been out of control, and had never had sex like that in his life before.
“That was…” He attempted to clear the rasp from his voice.
After all the noise he’d made, his throat had gone completely dry.
“…epic?” she finished for him as her body went lax against his and she purred contentedly.
Trask felt a serene smile creep across his lips, which was utterly unlike him.
He coughed, swallowed, then…
He laughed.
It felt…right as he answered her
“I think that might be an understatement.”