Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
The pinch of his rebuff surprised her. She knew the answer to her question.
It was the same one she’d speculated on before she met him, after she first spoke to Ralph about him.
But it was no longer some cliché about a tired old sports legend.
It was real. She felt it viscerally as if it were her own dread pounding down and closing in like a locomotive rushing toward her along a track she couldn’t escape.
There was no outrunning it. Not even with her miracle drug.
The end of his career would come, but he wanted one more mile.
She went and stood with him at the window where he’d retreated. “We’re in it together, Trent. I’ll do everything I can to make it work for you.” She took a breath, wondering if he knew what it meant, what it cost her or might cost her, hoping he would know, and said, “Everything.”
As his eyes changed from angry, fearful, and dreading to determined, hopeful, grateful, and then finally to that special glossy heat of desire, a zip of something shot through her, pumping her back to life, back to where she’d begun the evening, clinging to the lifesaving and giving force of chemistry they had between them.
Their bodies had an affinity that created its own special power and she wanted more than anything to let it take them away.
She licked her lips and wanted to say something to let them out of their earlier promise not to go where they were headed, not to complicate their temporary partnership with a physical relationship.
Her body hummed and her mind buzzed with his closeness and the anticipation of touching him.
She couldn’t think what to say because she couldn’t think why they needed to refrain.
She felt the restraint as if it were a chain around her heart.
It was stopping her from having what she needed most, what she longed for and what she hoped desperately would save her somehow from something even though she had no idea what. In the end, he spoke first.
“I want you, Charlie.” His mouth trembled on the raspy words. “All of you. All the way. Nothing held back.”
Still unable to speak, she nodded. And then she leaned into him and this time there was fire where there’d been the warmth of comfort before.
When Trent swept his arms under her and lifted her from her feet, the sensation of tumbling on a wild ride rolled through her.
Her insides expanded with the zip of euphoric energy.
The chaos of emotions narrowed instantly with the crazy pumping of her heart, pushing all her blood to flood her senses and rushing to the center of her desire.
Heat and tension gripped her. Giddiness and a buoyancy took over.
There was no talk when Trent lowered them onto the couch, still cradling her in his arms. He rested her on his lap and her butt nestled on his hard, bulging cock in her most excruciatingly tender and explosively sensitive spot.
She couldn’t help the cry or moan or whatever the sound was she made as the raw need for satisfaction roared through her and she squirmed to feel more of him.
Gripping his face, she pulled him in for a devouring kiss.
She wanted only one thing: to give this man back what he’d given her.
Whatever need she felt for her own satisfaction right now was nothing compared to how much she wanted to see him writhe in pleasure at her hands, her mouth and every part of her being.
His lips, his mouth, his tongue, his teeth all explored, devoured and overwhelmed her.
Pushing back, she bit his lower lip and slid from his lap, still holding his stubble-roughened face in her hands, caressing his jaw as she moved to face him, kneeling between his legs.
Then her teeth let go of his lip and parted from the moist heat of his mouth and she dragged her hands from his face, skimming along the silky material covering his chest, feeling the blip in her chest at the hardness of his muscles and staring into his glazed, hooded eyes.
The only sound was their strained breathing, heavy and tight with pent-up need.
His hands shook as he grasped her shoulders when she reached for his zipper.
He flinched when she touched his cock through the fabric and she grabbed harder, feeling with both hands the bold solid length of him.
The spike in her heartbeat then was anticipation and anxiety.
He’d almost stopped breathing waiting for her.
She unzipped his pants in a deft motion and his cock sprang forward.
She held it, freed it from his shorts, and reveled.
“God, Charlie—”
“I want you inside my mouth,” she whispered as she leaned forward, stroking the silky thick long shaft of him, feeling the saliva pooling in her mouth like she was a carnivorous animal about to eat her prey.
And she was—in a way. She looked at his intense eyes one last time, giving him a small smile before she bent all the way forward and brought her open mouth down over him in a long, smooth, enveloping motion.
“Jesus—” He gasped the word and his breathing sped up. He held her shoulders in place while she took all of him into her mouth, then down her throat until she gagged.
Pulling back, with her eyes watering, she gasped and caught her breath.
With her fingers wrapped around his slick heavy balls and the base of his shaft, and with saliva dripping from her mouth, she sucked the smooth tip of his cock where a stream of his juices had escaped.
He twitched and groaned. She kept her mouth clamped tight around his glistening cock and plunged downward until she had all of him in her mouth.
She felt him jerk and vibrate, alive and so hard in her mouth, and she pulled back up fast and drove down again, up and down, pumping hard and sucking on him, licking and feeling and tasting and hearing his groans until at last he exploded on a shout of pleasure and a gush of cum shot down her throat.
She swallowed and gagged again, then stopped, holding him tight with her mouth clenched and still sucking. The stream seemed endless and she pulled back and let a last gush cover her face in a warm, sticky, sex-scented shower.
Before she could think or react or feel anything but the heat of her face and the throbbing need inside her, low in her belly and between her legs, his hand sank into her hair and he pulled her up and onto his lap to face him.
She was back where she started with his cock, still protruding and tantalizing her, cradled in her sweet spot.
Her chest heaved with her breathing and her head buzzed with the sight of the most intense, aroused eyes she’d ever seen.
Her face glistened with his cum and the only words popping into his head were off-the-charts profane. He slid his thumb across her slick puffy lips and thought of the lips between her legs. His cock jumped. Her eyes widened, dilated with excitement.
“My God.” It was all he could say aloud, all he could slow his breathing to manage, all his mind would stand still to focus on.
And now all he wanted was to be inside her and to please her.
He brought her face to his and touched his lips to hers, tasting, testing, and licking, then sucking the plump juiciness of them inside his mouth and running his tongue and teeth over her lips and tongue and teeth.
She pushed them back down onto the couch and ground her hips against him.
She made a strangled noise that sounded like half pleasure, half torture.
He opened her blouse and slipped his hands inside, under the cups of her bra and under her breasts, plump and weighty and smooth and lustrous, caressing the perfect hard nub of her nipples with the pads of his thumbs in circles.
She squirmed tantalizingly on his stiffening cock, filling him with need all over again.
“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice barely audible, scraping and raw.
He knew that need, understood where she was, how she felt.
He sat up and brought her with them, then slid his arms under her slim legs again, holding her to his chest and kissing her face, sticky with his cum, and then he stood.
If he hadn’t been so desperate for her he would never have been able to stand, holding her in his arms. She squealed with surprise.
“I can walk—”
“I have you.” He steadied them and then carried her through the living room and dining room, down the hall and through the double doors into his bedroom.
He kicked the doors closed behind them. It was a symbolic gesture because they were utterly alone and they had the night ahead of them.
The thought made him smile and brought a flood of euphoria to all his muscles, most especially to his cock.
He stood with her in his arms in the middle of the room and let her slide down to stand on the floor in front of him.
Her blouse was open and her breasts were free from her bra, her skirt bunched and askew.
She looked ravaged and sexy as hell, her face flushed and pink and gleaming in the low light of the room, which was bathed in the glow of the city below.
Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a foil-packed condom.
She watched him with those deep, dark, passion-glazed eyes.
The strangling arousal almost pained him, made him clumsy with vibrating need.
Taking in a breath, he wrapped her in his arms and fell onto the bed with her, any finesse or ambitions to please gone, replaced by the pulse pounding in his temples, roaring through him, drowning out everything else.
Raw animal lust consumed him, his brain cut off from all blood flow, all higher reasoning or thinking displaced.