“Christ, Lucky,” he groans as I grind against him. He lowers himself to his elbows, and his hot breath feathers across my neck as he says, “I fucking knew it would be like this.”
My body tells him exactly what I need, and he gives it to me. He moves inside of me, hot and thick, and there’s nothing gentle about it. He’s all power and need.
Never have I felt so inside out, all my nerve endings on the surface—this crazy, blood-on-fire, synapses-on-overload, overflowing-with-pure-ecstasy feeling. His subtle male scent; the moisture starting to bead on his hot skin; the flex of his biceps under my hands; his firm pressure inside of me, stretching me and filling me in a way nothing else ever has; I take it all in, feeling his essence flow through me in slow waves of bliss.
We fuck hard, and even still, I can’t get close enough. He pounds into me, deep and unrelenting, demanding everything I have to offer. I give it to him, because it’s always been his. Everything inside me swirls into a hurricane of lust and desire, born on a wave of something deeper and more instinctual. I don’t want to fall in love with Tro. He doesn’t do love. But like a tsunami intent on my destruction, there doesn’t seem to be any stopping it.
My cries grow louder as the animal inside is uncaged and takes full control of my body. And when I come, the sound isn’t human. Everything has ceased to exist except the sensations Tro has created inside me. I turn to liquid, flow under him, around him, through him. On a last thrust, he growls, his animal finding mine. I open my eyes, stare into his face as he grimaces with what looks like pain, but I know is pleasure.
He collapses on top of me, panting hard, and I relish the feeling of him there, finally as close as I’ve wanted him from the start. His eyes open and find me watching. The barest hint of a smile quirks one side of him mouth. I trace it with my fingers. “This is only a onetime thing if that’s what you want,” I say, answering the question I left hanging earlier.
“Oh, hell, no.” He lowers his forehead onto mine and closes his eyes again. “I’m already way the hell addicted.”
We lay like this, our sweat mingling on the sex ravaged sheets, until we both have our breath. When he rolls off me, I feel suddenly cold without his blazing heat. He flicks at the unfastened bra, still slung between my shoulders, and tugs the hem of my skirt. “Next time I’m going to take my sweet fucking time and get you all the way naked.”
I sit up and slip off the remaining shreds of my clothes. “But now you’re overdressed,” I say with a nod at his jeans and boxers, scrunched nearly down to his knees now.
He grins and kicks them off, then peels off the condom and drops it in the trash near the nightstand. He settles onto the bed next to me and trails a finger over my lips. “The sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” The devil creeps into his eyes and his hand trails lower, down my neck, over my left breast, my stomach, coming to rest between my legs. “Almost.”
He gives my sensitive clit a flick and I gasp.
“Fucking honey,” he says, barely dipping his finger into my sex and stroking my clit with the slick tip.
I bend my knees and spread them, giving him more space to work.
He takes the invitation, shifting himself down the bed. He watches himself finger me, and with each stroke, electricity crackles under my skin and all my inner muscles contract. He shifts even lower and his tongue swirls over my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, unable to contain myself.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says, then closes his mouth over me and sucks.
Sparklers ignite in my stomach as a moan vibrates out of my core. He’s wired directly to the most instinctual part of me, knowing exactly what I need.
He flicks and sucks and I buck against his mouth. He groans when I grab fistfuls of his hair and press him deeper. He fucks me with his tongue, then flicks my clit, and I cry out again.
“I want you inside me when I come,” I gasp, pulling his head back. “Fuck me again.”
“There’s not much chance that’s not going to happen, Lucky, but right now I want to taste all that fucking honey.” He swirls his tongue and gives me another suck. “You’re going to come in my mouth.”
I am. I’m so fucking close. He glides his fingers deep inside and fucks me as he sucks my clit. A second later, I’m arching off the bed and screaming out his name.
I see stars and I can’t breathe. But Tro doesn’t stop. He sucks again, harder, and I come totally unglued as I come for a second time in thirty seconds.
And he keeps going.
I’ve heard of multiple orgasms, but none of the guys I’ve been with had the first clue of how to make a girl come even once. Five orgasms later, I’m starting to get that practice makes perfect. Tro’s slept with more women than anyone can count, and he’s learned a few things along the way.