Page 53 of Trick
“Great choice,” he murmured, climbing on the bed and stretching out next to me.
He propped himself up on one elbow, then ran a lazy finger along my collarbone and down between my breasts. My nipples tightened almost painfully, begging for his touch.
My stomach quivered as he circled my belly button, then dragged the back of his knuckle back up my sternum, before using his fingertip to trace around the stiff peaks.
“You’re teasing me,” I panted, and he grinned down at me.
“I am,” he agreed, then bent his head and swiped his tongue across one nipple, and then the other. I almost whimpered when he hovered over the first breast again, then pursed his lips and blew gently across the tip. His breath whispered over my damp skin, and I shivered at the coolsensation. He repeated the action – lick, then blow, lick, then blow – before taking my nipple between his lips. The warmth of his mouth on my chilled skin felt amazing.
He turned his attention to my other breast, teasing and tormenting me until I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to turn the tables on him.
“My turn,” I said eagerly, pushing at his shoulders until he got the hint and rolled over onto his back. I straddled him, kissing along his jawline and nibbling along the taut cord on the side of his neck before moving down to his chest.
I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and across the wide expanse of muscle rippling under my fingers. He had a happy trail of light brown hair starting under his belly button and fanning downward, but his chest was smooth, and I wondered if he waxed it because of the MMA thing. I’d have to remember to ask later.
I gently flicked the edge of my thumbnails over both of his nipples at once, and his hips bucked beneath me. That reaction, plus the soft moan that accompanied it, seemed promising. It looked as if someone liked nipple play.
Beau had hated it, and I always got the feeling that he thought it somehow threatened his masculinity. That had been one of many red flags I’d ignored.
I bent my head and suctioned my lips around one tightly furled bud, sucking hard and then soothing it with my tongue.
Trick’s back arched and he clutched my head to his chest.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he grunted, then fisted his hand in my hair as I repeated the action. I slowly made my way down his body, licking the ridges of his abs like I’d dreamed about, thentrailed my tongue along the groove formed by his Adonis belt that led me straight to the ultimate prize.
His cock was long and thick, and impossibly hard. I tried to wrap my hand around him, but even with my long fingers, they didn’t quite touch.
I smeared a bead of precum over his tip, my thumb gliding smoothly over the velvety soft, delicate skin. I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue out to lick the head as another drop formed. The salty, slightly bitter flavor bloomed across my taste buds.
Trick’s hips bucked again as he moved restlessly beneath me, silently urging me on. I clutched him more firmly at the base, then licked up one side and down the other before taking him in my mouth.
I spent the next few minutes using every bit of skill I’d acquired over the years to drive him out of his mind. It worked, too, based on the groans and the stream of praise he directed my way.
“God, yes, darlin’.”
“Just like that.”
“You are incredible.”
“Fuuuccckkk.”
And finally, a warning. “Stop…I’m gonna cum, Lauren.”
His fists were clenched in my hair, and he tugged my head up, then gave me a heavy-lidded stare as I lay between his legs.
In an impressive move that looked like he’d learned it in a wrestling ring, he managed to flip me over onto my back and pull me under him in one smooth motion.
He slid down over my body, spreading my thighs and settling his shoulders between them.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, his eyes focused directly on my center. Wetness flooded my core at the hungry look on his face.
He bent his head, flicking his tongue against my clit, then licked a stripe down to my pussy and back up again. Every nerve ending in my body came alive.
I reached down and curled my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life as he devoured me. Licking, and sucking, and spearing me with his tongue until I was ready to beg him to fuck me. That’s when the faint buzzing started.
He shifted, bringing up his hand and brushing the little pink bullet directly over my clit. The brief contact made me gasp so he did it again, pressing it against the sensitive bundle of nerves and then slowly circling.
The vibration against my already sensitized flesh felt amazing. Then he slid one long finger between my lower lips, entering my body with maddening slowness, before pulling out and then adding a second finger, and moments later, a third.
