chapter 14
Trista
Shock didn’t even cover what I felt at the moment. I was panting noisily, eyes focused on the ceiling to calm my quaking body when Taylor started to kiss my face. “Are you okay?” he murmured in between kisses. I beamed at his teasing tone. Hell to the yes!
“Wow. You’re amazing.” I wanted to add, “and I am officially addicted to you”, but refrained from doing so. He might think I was in love with him or something, and I did not want to complicate things further.
When he pushed his cock further hitting against my cervix, I unexpectedly flinched from the alien feeling. One thing was blatantly obvious though, he was still in a hard, solid form. “Did you come? I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”
He laughed as he nibbled on my lips. “I haven’t, but it’s okay. In case you forgot, you rode me without a condom on. I’m clean, but you were persistent about wearing one earlier. I didn’t want to assume that it’s okay for me to come inside you.”
That, I had forgotten. “You could always pullout, if you want.”
Taylor peered at me with his brows furrowed. “You sure? It’s fine really.” He eyed me with an arched brow before a slow smile formed on his scrumptious lips. “Well, unless you’re using that as an excuse so you could get another orgasm? You don’t have to be coy about it, you know.”
Hah. “Maybe, but I feel bad that you haven’t. I practically raped you in your sleep.” I bit back a smile when I admitted my crime of seduction.
Taylor rolled his hips and started to stroke me with vigor. “Rape away because I will take my own liberties with your body. I think that’s a decent exchange,” he answered, a feverish rasp in his voice. Pleasurable satisfaction was etched on his face as he cupped my ass, opening me more for him to go deeper.
Hell, the thought of Taylor using me for his pleasure evoked and flamed a new hunger within me. “I’m counting on it.”
Gone was the guy who was in control earlier. Taylor was now possessed with potent lust as he sought his own release. It was raw and primitive, and all I could do was lift my hips higher so I could offer him more satisfaction. “F*ck, baby.” He grunted in between his labored breathing.
His body was starting to tighten up and I knew he was close to completion. “You can pull out and come in my mouth if it’s better for you.” I offered, knowing he would love it more.
My p-ssy got wetter when he growled loudly in my ear. “F*ck, I love it when you talk like this. It makes me want to f*ck you harder.” Just as he finished delivering those words, he showed me how hard he could go. Everything pounded around me . , M m y head, my heart, the headboard, my and my vagina and of course, Taylor. He was now hitting the outside of my cervix, the engorged head pushing against my sensitive walls, demanding more access to my depths. It was painful painful ; , a a needle like stab, but it also brought great amounts of pleasure. The more he repeated his strokes, my body started to get used to the combination of exquisite torture it gave me.
“Get on your knees. I’m coming.” Taylor barked out. After a few more strokes, he stood on the bed. I obediently got on my knees and opened my mouth to him. His hand held the back of my head as he f*cked my mouth. His head hit the back of my throat . , I gagged as he did this a few more times, until his hot semen shot out. “F*ck, Trista!” Taylor howled as his dick still pulsated inside my mouth, unloading all of his seed until none was left. When his breathing evened out, he looked down at me, his shaft still lodged in my mouth. Watching him, I sucked his length a few more times before releasing it with a loud popping sound. His eyes glittered as he watched me swallow his cream. “God, that’s so sexy.”
I grinned at him. “You’re welcome, pretty boy. Now, go back to sleep. We have to wake up soon.” I was referring to our island hopping tomorrow with the rest of the gang.
In a flash, he was next to me on the bed. His arms wrapped around mine. “You got a point, but this fine body’s not leaving this bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight, Trista.” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t interested in hearing me. “I made those rules earlier to give you space, slow things down a bit, but you didn’t pay attention.” He was kissing me again, lowering us on the pillows. He shifted until we were spooning, his face on the back of my neck and arm around me. His fingers stroked the valleys of my breasts. “Stay. You’ll sleep better in my arms, anyway. Furthermore, I’ve got amazing skills with which to wake you.” His hot breath tickled my ear.
“You’re such a cocky monster, pretty boy. Fine, just for tonight.” I conceded, giving in to his demands.
He was right, though. I liked sleeping in his arms.