Page 47 of Trick
My nipples were hard and begging for his touch, and he didn’t keep me waiting.
“So fucking perfect,” he marveled, cupping first one breast, then the other. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, afeatherlight touch that set fire to every nerve ending in my body. He dipped his head and drew one stiff peak into his mouth, circling it with his tongue then flicking it, only to circle it again. When he gently bit down, my back bowed off the bed and a bolt of pleasure shot straight to my pussy.
“God, that feels incredible,” I breathed, the last word drawn out on a moan as I curled my fingers and dug into the comforter to ground myself.
I wrapped one leg around his hip, trying to draw him closer to where I needed him most. His hard cock brushed against my center, and I spread my legs in invitation. He pulled back slightly, just enough to reach between us.
He rubbed his thumb over my clit, then flicked it, and rubbed again. My hips bucked, and then one long, thick finger slid between my folds. He grunted in satisfaction as he plunged it inside me, then slightly curled it as he pulled back. I gasped when he found my most sensitive spot. He added a second finger, his thumb continuing to tease my clit as I writhed beneath him.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, darlin’. I wanted to take my time with you tonight, but I don’t think I can wait.”
He slowly dragged his fingers from me, then positioned his body over mine. He froze suddenly, letting out a groan of pure frustration.
“Need a rubber,” he muttered as he shifted so he could lean over and grab his jeans from the floor next to the bed. He fished his wallet out of the back pocket, pulling out a condom.
I snatched it from him, then carefully tore open the packet.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you. This will have to do…for now,” I said, biting my lip as he sat back on his haunches, putting his impressive erection front and center.
I leaned forward, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down to the base of his cock. Trick gave a full-body shudder as I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a little tug and squeeze.
With a growl, he lunged at me, pushing me back against the mattress as he settled between my thighs.
“Need you now,” he rasped, then positioned his cock at my entrance. I tilted my hips up to give him access, then wrapped my legs around his waist.
He scooped his hands under my ass and lifted me even more, plunging into me and stealing the breath from my body. I met him thrust for thrust, pleasure pulsating through me with every roll of his hips.
“Just like that,” I gasped when he changed the angle and hit the perfect spot inside me. The sensation of fullness was incredible. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, pleasure-filled grunts, and breathy moans.
“I’m so close, Trick” I whispered a warning as the feeling of tightness coiled deep within me.
“Jase,” he corrected. “Say my name, Lauren. I want to hear you screaming formewhen you come.”
That was enough to tip me over the edge.
“Yes,Jase!”
He became positively feral, pounding into me as he chased his own release.
“Lauren…fuck,” he drew the word out in a low rasp that sent aftershocks through me.
I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, then raked my nails lightly down his sweat-slicked back. He groaned, then let out a low chuckle.
“Explosive…I knew it,” he whispered in satisfaction, then dropped a quick kiss on my lips. He eased out of me, then carefully removed the condom and tied it off. He slid out of bed, heading across the hall to the bathroom to dispose of it.
Not willing to parade around naked in front of Trick quite yet, I got up and swiped my T-shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor. It barely covered the cheeks of my ass, but it was better than nothing.
As soon as Trick walked back into the bedroom, I dashed across the hall and closed the bathroom door. I peed – no UTI for this woman, thank you – and grabbed a washcloth to do a quick clean-up. When I entered the bedroom a few minutes later, I found Trick wearing his boxer briefs and clutching his T-shirt and jeans in one hand.
“What time do you need to be at the studio tomorrow morning?” He asked the question casually, as if we hadn’t just had mind-blowing sex.
“Uh, nine-thirty,” I replied woodenly, suddenly thankful I’d taken time to slip on my shirt. I felt exposed, mentally and physically, and I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if I were actually standing in front of him in the nude right now.
Trick nodded. “I’ll follow you there so I can see how secure the building is. Tony will meet us there and will stay with you, then he’ll follow you back here and stay until I get done at the gym.”
“How am I supposed to explain to people why I have a biker shadowing me all day?”
“You tell them the truth. Somebody is stalking you, and we’re keeping you safe until the bastard’s caught.”
