15. Trent #2
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.