Chapter 16
Lauren
“Where’s that vibrator,” he asked, kissing his way down to my shoulder, and I gestured toward the nightstand drawer.
He released me, then stepped around me to reach for the drawer handle. The sheets were cool against my bare skin as I slid into bed, then propped myself on one arm to watch his reaction.
His jaw dropped in surprise as he got a good look at the array of toys on display. In addition to the vibrator, there were two dildos, a butt plug, a bottle of lube, and an unopened box of extra-large condoms.
“I made a stop at the drug store on the way home,” I confessed, indicating the box. “Tony insisted on coming in with me, and I think I embarrassed him when I asked if he thought I should get the ribbed or the ultrasmooth.”
He threw his head back and laughed, then checked the box to see that I’d chosen the ultrasmooth option. “For the record, as long as I get to be inside you, darlin’, you can get the glow-in-the dark kind for all I care.”
“Good to know,” I mused, watching as he tore open the box and withdrew a strip of the gold and black packets.
He glanced back at the drawer. “This is an impressive collection.”
I gave a careless shrug, refusing to be embarrassed. “I’m a single woman with needs.”
“I’m looking forward to taking care of every one of your needs, believe me.” He picked up one of the dildos, which was almost as large as his cock. “Do you have a particular favorite?”
“It just depends on my mood.”
“And your mood at the moment?” He asked, putting the dildo down and picking up the plug.
I wrinkled my nose. “Not that one…I like to prepare for that particular activity.” I leaned over and reached into the drawer, pulling out the bullet vibrator.
“I think this one will do for now.”
He dropped the plug and slammed the drawer shut, then snatched the vibrator out of my hand.
“Great choice,” he murmured, climbing on the bed and stretching out next to me.
He propped himself up on one elbow, then ran a lazy finger along my collarbone and down between my breasts. My nipples tightened almost painfully, begging for his touch.
My stomach quivered as he circled my belly button, then dragged the back of his knuckle back up my sternum, before using his fingertip to trace around the stiff peaks.
“You’re teasing me,” I panted, and he grinned down at me.
“I am,” he agreed, then bent his head and swiped his tongue across one nipple, and then the other.
I almost whimpered when he hovered over the first breast again, then pursed his lips and blew gently across the tip.
His breath whispered over my damp skin, and I shivered at the cool sensation.
He repeated the action – lick, then blow, lick, then blow – before taking my nipple between his lips.
The warmth of his mouth on my chilled skin felt amazing.
He turned his attention to my other breast, teasing and tormenting me until I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to turn the tables on him.
“My turn,” I said eagerly, pushing at his shoulders until he got the hint and rolled over onto his back. I straddled him, kissing along his jawline and nibbling along the taut cord on the side of his neck before moving down to his chest.
I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and across the wide expanse of muscle rippling under my fingers.
He had a happy trail of light brown hair starting under his belly button and fanning downward, but his chest was smooth, and I wondered if he waxed it because of the MMA thing. I’d have to remember to ask later.
I gently flicked the edge of my thumbnails over both of his nipples at once, and his hips bucked beneath me. That reaction, plus the soft moan that accompanied it, seemed promising. It looked as if someone liked nipple play.
Beau had hated it, and I always got the feeling that he thought it somehow threatened his masculinity. That had been one of many red flags I’d ignored.
I bent my head and suctioned my lips around one tightly furled bud, sucking hard and then soothing it with my tongue.
Trick’s back arched and he clutched my head to his chest.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he grunted, then fisted his hand in my hair as I repeated the action. I slowly made my way down his body, licking the ridges of his abs like I’d dreamed about, then trailed my tongue along the groove formed by his Adonis belt that led me straight to the ultimate prize.
His cock was long and thick, and impossibly hard. I tried to wrap my hand around him, but even with my long fingers, they didn’t quite touch.
I smeared a bead of precum over his tip, my thumb gliding smoothly over the velvety soft, delicate skin. I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue out to lick the head as another drop formed. The salty, slightly bitter flavor bloomed across my taste buds.
Trick’s hips bucked again as he moved restlessly beneath me, silently urging me on. I clutched him more firmly at the base, then licked up one side and down the other before taking him in my mouth.
I spent the next few minutes using every bit of skill I’d acquired over the years to drive him out of his mind. It worked, too, based on the groans and the stream of praise he directed my way.
“God, yes, darlin’.”
“Just like that.”
“You are incredible.”
“Fuuuccckkk.”
And finally, a warning. “Stop…I’m gonna cum, Lauren.”
His fists were clenched in my hair, and he tugged my head up, then gave me a heavy-lidded stare as I lay between his legs.
In an impressive move that looked like he’d learned it in a wrestling ring, he managed to flip me over onto my back and pull me under him in one smooth motion.
He slid down over my body, spreading my thighs and settling his shoulders between them.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, his eyes focused directly on my center. Wetness flooded my core at the hungry look on his face.
He bent his head, flicking his tongue against my clit, then licked a stripe down to my pussy and back up again. Every nerve ending in my body came alive.
I reached down and curled my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life as he devoured me. Licking, and sucking, and spearing me with his tongue until I was ready to beg him to fuck me. That’s when the faint buzzing started.
He shifted, bringing up his hand and brushing the little pink bullet directly over my clit. The brief contact made me gasp so he did it again, pressing it against the sensitive bundle of nerves and then slowly circling.
The vibration against my already sensitized flesh felt amazing. Then he slid one long finger between my lower lips, entering my body with maddening slowness, before pulling out and then adding a second finger, and moments later, a third.
Trick must have sensed that I was almost at my peak because he backed off for a few seconds, then began his sensual assault all over again. Using his mouth, his fingers, and the bullet vibrator, he edged me until I was a senseless, writhing mass beneath him.
“Please let me come,” I pleaded, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.
He lifted his head and flashed me a wicked smirk, and I could see my juices glistening on his lips and chin. He deliberately lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them, letting out the most decadent groan.
“Trick, please,” I whimpered, rolling my hips in silent invitation as I chased my sexual high.
“Say my name, Lauren.” I was so dazed that it took a second to realize what he meant.
“Jase…I need you.”
He reached for a condom and sheathed himself, then braced himself over me in a plank. He dropped his head to press a lingering kiss to my lips, and I could taste myself.
In an impressive feat that I would have to admire later, Trick shifted his weight to one arm, maintaining the plank while guiding his cock to my entrance. In one smooth move, he plunged in to the hilt, then stilled.
I caught my breath, holding it as he slowly drew back, then thrust inside again.
“Jase, Jase, Jase,” I mindlessly chanted, causing him to pick up speed as my hips rose to meet his.
He grabbed my thigh, wrapping my leg more firmly around him and holding onto it for leverage as he powered into me, over and over.
My orgasm hit so suddenly I didn’t even have time to warn him that I was close. Pleasure like I’d never known erupted deep within me, radiating out to the very tip of every nerve ending.
I cried out his name, barely aware of raking my fingernails down his back. Trick gritted his teeth as he slowed his pace.
“That’s one,” he ground out.
“What?” I asked dazedly.
“That’s one, darlin’. Now, let’s see how long it takes for you to give me another one.”
His hand slid between our sweat-covered bodies, unerringly finding my clit and rubbing his thumb in circles over it. He used the perfect amount of pressure, while slowly gliding his rock-hard cock in an out. It didn’t take long before his strokes became faster, and more powerful.
He sat back on his haunches, pulling me with him so that my legs were splayed on either side of his powerful thighs. He placed his hands on my hips to hold me in place while he plunged into me, railing me into the mattress until my pussy clenched around him, as if refusing to let him go.
I pulled him over the edge with me this time, and he threw back his head and groaned my name, long and loud.
It took several long moments before either of us recovered enough to move.
Trick pulled out, carefully holding the condom in place, then headed to the bathroom to dispose of it. The water turned on in the shower, and I braced myself for the feeling of disappointment at being discarded again now that we were done having sex.
“The water’s hot, babe. Are you gonna join me this time?” Trick poked his head around the bedroom door frame, arching his brow as he saw me still sprawled, spread-eagle on the bed.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he walked further into the room, picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, then lightly smacked my bare butt as he strode into the hallway.