"Yes, you can."
I was going to say I couldn't cum again, couldn't cum any harder. The feelings inside me couldn't possibly get any better.
And then they did.
I screamed as my * clamped down on his cock, undulating against that immovable force. He didn't slow down though. His cock was unrelenting as he rode me. His fingers circled on my clit lightly, never ceasing. His fingers in my ass only seemed to get bigger.
That's when I realized what he was doing.
He was using three.
I felt Trent expanding inside me. He was going to cum. I was going to cum. We were going to cum together. If I could have thought coherently I would have laughed.
Instead, I was making a high-pitched keening sound as my body squeezed him, as if I was trying to draw him deeper inside me. As if I was preparing to milk him of every last drop.
I felt the warm wetness spray inside me with tremendous force as I held onto the bench for dear life. Behind me Trent was grunting like a wild animal. His fingers were still inside me, pressing and probing without any sense of rhythm.
We were both out of control. Wild animals, stringing against each other. My fingers slipped on the wet tiles and I slumped forward. Trent caught me, lifting my body up. I leaned against the tile now, the angle of his entry changing deliciously. He was still inside me. His cock still seeming to pulse with pleasure.
I was crying with the sheer force of my orgasm. It was hard to tell in the water. Slowly, he started to grow softer. He slipped from my body with a gentle tug.
I felt empty, bereft.
I felt like my body had no bones.
I was made out of jello. Or pudding. Something soft, warm and heavy.
He held me up, gently washing my body once again.
Then he wrapped a towel around me and carried me to the bed.
Chapter Sixteen Trent
Words could not describe what she was doing to me. Lexi was still half asleep, but her hands were wandering over me as she curled up against me. Her cheek was resting on my belly.
I'd had to reach down to hold my stiff cock out of the way.
Otherwise it would have literally poked her in the face.
And that was no way to wake up a lady.
I grinned, pulling her up against me and releasing my cock. It found her side as I snuggled into her. I practically hummed with the pleasure of having her warm and willing body in my hands.
"Good morning."
Her eyes opened and she blushed.
I grinned. I wondered if she would always do that. I kind of hoped so.
I had lots of ideas on how to make that happen.
Filthy, dirty, brilliant ideas.
"How do you feel, sweetheart?"
She stretched, wincing.
"Good."
I rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands over her head.
"Don't lie to me Lexi. You're sore aren't you?"
She bit her lip, letting out a sigh.
"Maybe a little."
I smiled. I had expected that. It's not like she was a pro. Anything but. She was small, delicate and out of practice.
For the time being at least.
"That's okay. Just don't lie to me. I don't want to hurt you by accident."
"Oh, you mean you wanted to..."
I grinned at her, nipping her bare shoulder.
"With you, I always want to."
I rolled away regretfully, reaching for the phone.
"How about breakfast?"
She nodded, her cheeks still pink. I thought about her other cheeks. I'd like to have my way with those too.
Maybe later.
After lunch...
"Breakfast for two please. Bring everything."
She was laughing as I winked at her, getting us both robes from the bathroom. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I walked away. It was nice to be appreciated, I had to admit.
In ten minutes we were on the terrace, tasting a bit of everything. Lexi didn't eat meat though. That was news to me.
"Fish but not meat?"
She shrugged.
"I only eat fish occasionally. I feel guilty about it though."
"So you're an animal lover."
She nodded.
"I don't like to see anything suffer. Or anyone."
I grinned at her, feeding her a bite of cantaloupe.
"Even poor, lost deviants like me."
She stopped eating.
"You're not a deviant. You're a good person, Trent."
I stared at her. I didn't want her to romanticize me. I wanted to be honest.
"No, I'm not. But I want to be."
She was watching me with a look disbelief. I might as well rip this off like a band aid.
"I've never done anything but have sex for money. I've never had a home, or a family. The closet thing I ever had were the guys I served with."
Her mouth opened. She didn't look disgusted. She looked like she felt sorry for me. I wasn't sure which was worse.
"You're an orphan?"
I shook my head.
"I don't know. My parents were alive when they gave me up. I was raised in foster homes mostly. And by the state."
She reached out and held my hand.
"You have a family now. Your dogs."
I laughed.
"You always see the good in everything, don't you?"
She smiled at me.
"I try to. Besides, there's more to you that just your good looks."
I puffed my chest out.
"You think I'm hot, don't you?"