He looked at me.
"I wouldn't want you to get bored."
I laughed. He was incorrigible. But then I nodded. I wanted what he wanted after all. What was the use in fighting it?
And he'd gone well out of his way to make this a memorable date. I wasn't going to be the killjoy I was so often accused me of being. For just this weekend. I would let go.
I'd let Trent show me how the other half lived.
He rained kissed over my skin as it appeared. My shoulders. My arms. My chest. He grinned at me as he pushed my dress to the floor and carefully laid it over the back of his seat.
He stared at me, his eyes full of appreciation.
"Jesus, Lexi."
His eyes were dark and hungry as his fingers trailed over my skin. Then he stood up and pulled me to the couch across the room. I followed him willingly, my legs feeling like jello.
I was shaking as he lay me down across the buttery soft leather. Not from fear. From anticipation.
I wanted this. Badly.
And from the look in his eyes and the huge bulge in his pants, he did too.
He pulled his shirt off and climbed on top of me. He smiled at me as he lowered his head to mine. His lips felt so soft and gentle. And then all the gentleness was gone.
His tongue dove into my mouth hungrily. It was as if he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands were all over me. He moaned, murmuring that I was beautiful... soft... that he had to have me.
He kissed his way down to my breasts, pulling my bra cups down so he could get at me. His hands were hot on my breasts. His lips were even hotter.
He devoured me, one breast at a time. His touch was urgent but he was not in a rush. He was taking his time.
But I wanted more.
He was wedged between my legs, his huge package pressing against my knee. I wanted it higher. I wanted it against me.
I wanted it inside me.
Now.
I grabbed his hair, lifting him up to kiss my mouth again. Ah... there it was. He was up against me again. I rocked my hips without thought and he moaned.
"Lexi... I have to prepare you."
"Hmmm... no, I'm ready."
He stopped kissing me and stared down at me, "Trust me, you are not."
I blinked. He meant it. I pouted a little.
"Okay but hurry. Please."
"Trust me Lexi, I do not want to wait."
He grinned at me and started down my body again. This time he didn't kiss his way down, or tease me. No, he ripped my fucking panties off.
I barely noticed him stuffing them into his pocket.
Then he dove face first into my lap. I gasped as his hot tongue filled me, pressing up and inside me. He was wasting no time, plunging his tongue in and out of me. Hard.
His hands gripped my hips. Kneading them, angling them outwards so my legs opened even more. I gripped the edges of the couch tightly, holding on for dear life.
He changed tactics then, moving his lips up to my clit. His tongue was so strong. I'd never felt anything like it. Not even close. This was different than the other times he'd done this. This time we were alone. We had time. And he was making the most of it.
Rapidly he flicked his tongue against me. My hips started to rise off the couch but he adjusted his shoulders so they pressed me down. Then he slid a finger inside me. I clamped down, shocked at the sensation.
Gently he stroked my inner walls, adding another finger. And then another.
I was out of control, close to cuming when he added yet another finger, circling them against my walls.
I realized what he was doing suddenly.
He was stretching me.
I came then, my body bucking against the weight of his shoulders. My whole upper body came up off the couch as a million stars danced in front of my eyes. He did not stop fucking me with his mouth and hand. And I did not stop cuming.
"Please-oh God-Please!"
It was too much. I couldn't take it anymore.
And still he did not stop.
His mouth continued to work my clit as his hand disappeared. I heard his belt buckle coming undone. I was still shaking when his mouth finally lifted, only to be replaced by the wide, hot tip of his cock.
"Lexi..."
I stared up at him, in a daze.
"Are you ready, love? I'm clean."
I nodded. I knew that. I'd seen his chart.
"Yes-Please..."
He pushed forward.
Chapter Fourteen Trent
Hot, slick pressure engulfed the tip of my cock. I couldn't believe it. I could hardly believe that Lexi was finally letting me inside her after all this time.
And fuck me, had she been worth the wait.
She felt like heaven. Silky, sweet heaven around me. I groaned, my hips twitching. Along with my balls.
Hell, my entire body was twitching with the effort of holding back.
I'd never had to be careful before. Most girls wanted it hard. Especially on camera.
That's what I was known for. The Trent Davis mind-blowing pounding. It was something that only I could do.