Page 54 of Trick
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.
“Put me down before you drop me,” I screeched, reaching down to smack his own ass as payback. “I’m too big for you to carry.”
He smacked me again, leaving more of a sting on my butt cheek this time. “I deadlift twice my body weight almost every single day during my workouts. That’s four hundred and fifty pounds, darlin’. Trust me when I say you arenottoo big, and I amnotgonna drop you.”
The feminist in me wanted to protest his caveman attitude. The romance-book loving woman in me told the feminist to shut the hell up because being carried around like this was top-tier book boyfriend behavior and it was so fucking hot.
Ten minutes later, I was on my knees, with warm water cascading over me and Trick’s hard cock pulsing down my throat as his shout of pleasure echoed off the tiled shower walls.
He helped me to my feet, then soaped up my body, thoroughly washing and rinsing every inch of my skin.
Afterward, he reached for a towel and tenderly dried me off, taking extra care since my more delicate parts were definitely feeling a little sensitive.
“You are incredible,” he said, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder before wrapping the towel around me and tucking it in under my arm.
