Page 72 of Trick
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he promised as he slid his hands up under my shirt and whipped it off over my head, leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of panties. I was still overdressed compared to him.
His eyes roved over me, and he reached up to cup both breasts. I arched my back as he toyed with my nipples, circling them and gently pinching them, before releasing them with a tug. I rocked my hips over his erection, loving the feel of his hard, thick cock.
I lifted myself up and managed to shimmy my panties off, then positioned myself directly over him again. I could feel myself getting wetter as the tip of his cock, slick with pre-cum, rubbed over my clit. I circled my hips, grinding down on him and causing us both to groan in pleasure.
“If you keep doin’ that, I won’t be able to hold back,” he warned.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Jase. I didn’t ask you to hold back, now did I?” I pressed my palms flat on his rock-hard abs to balance myself as I tilted my hips forward and back, slowly riding him. I was so wet that his cock glided smoothly between my lower lips, and it felt amazing.
Jase jack-knifed to a seated position, nearly knocking me over in his haste to grab a condom from the nightstand. In seconds, he was sheathed and grabbing me by the hips, holding me in place as he thrust up into me in one smooth motion.
I cried out and placed my hands slightly behind me so that I could clasp his muscular thighs as he moved.
He shifted his hand so that he could rub my clit, and I bucked as the touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
“Play with your tits, darlin’,” he demanded hoarsely.
His eyes were laser-focused on my chest as I obeyed his command, cupping my breasts and tugging on my nipples the way he had done just a few minutes ago.
It wasn’t long before he took over, pulling me down to him so he could lick and suck on them while he fucked up into me. I braced my hands on his shoulders as I circled my hips again. His thrusts grew frantic, and he reached for me again, holding me still as he pounded into me from below.
I gasped his name as my pleasure built, then screamed as my orgasm hit. He followed just seconds later, bellowing my name and gripping my hips so tightly that I knew he would leave small bruises behind.
Once I could control my shaking limbs enough to move, I lifted myself off him and flopped down onto the mattress. He did a slow crunch to sit up, his abs rippling in a way that made me drool.
“I’ll go start the shower, darlin’. You’re gonna join me, right?”
I nodded, watching as he got out of bed and crossed into the bathroom. The man really did have an incredible ass. Pale compared to the rest of his tanned skin, but still incredible.
I waited a minute or so to let the water heat up, then roused myself and wandered into the bathroom.
Jase had just finished brushing his teeth, and I did the same, then asked him to step out for a second.
He looked at me questioningly, and I gestured to the toilet. He just continued staring at me in confusion.
“I need to pee, Jase,” I said in exasperation. He just shrugged and told me to go for it.
“Not with you in here!” I was appalled at the very idea.
“I won’t look, for Christ’s sake. I’ll even get in the shower and turn my back.” He reached for the shower door, and I stopped him, grabbing his arm and shoving him out of the bathroom. He started laughing as I slammed the door in his face. I sat down and did my business – or tried to anyway.
“We just had sex, darlin’. Again. I’ve seen, and touched, and tasted just about every inch of you. You can’t possibly still be shy with me.”
“I can’t do this with you talking to me,” I complained, and he laughed at me again but at least he stopped speaking.
Once I’d finished, flushed, and washed my hands, I opened the door, unable to meet his eyes. My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“You can come in my mouth, but you can’t pee with me in the room?”
“Oh, shut up,” I mumbled, ignoring his laughter as I stepped into the shower. He got in behind me and shut the stall door, and I immediately ducked under the water to start the process of washing my hair. The fact that it hid my flushed face was just a bonus.
“Elvis was hiding in the corner when I walked into the bathroom. I think we scared him with all that noise,” he joked.
A thought struck me, and I whirled around in horror, brushing my wet hair out of my face to stare up at him.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” I gasped.
“Unless they went deaf overnight, then yes.”
