Chapter Twenty-Three
Naked as the day she was born and teetering between terror and the best thrill ride of her life, Natalie lay sprawled in the middle of Trevor’s king-size bed. Normally, she’d have found an excuse to crawl under the comforter the second Trevor had moved away from her, but with his mischievous, tempting words still lingering in the air, she had more important things to do. “For those of us less familiar with the more adventurous side of sex, I don’t suppose you could define playing dirty.”
Beside her on the edge of the bed, Trevor yanked off his boots and tossed them to the floor. Watching him do anything was a thing of beauty, but with his tight-fitting blue T-shirt, she got the added bonus of enjoying the flex of his lean, perfectly defined muscles beneath. He peered over one shoulder, aimed a lopsided grin at her and pulled off his socks. “You want a show, I’m gonna give it to you. Just going to play a little game along the way.” He stood and snatched his phone off the dock.
Natalie rolled to her side and propped her head up on one hand. “Why do I get the feeling this game is going to be woefully one-sided where rules are concerned?”
His lips twitched and he punched something on his phone’s screen. He put the device back in its cradle, crawled like a stalking cat onto the bed, and caged her with his hands and knees. “Only gonna feel one-sided until my cock’s pounding inside you and you come hard enough to see stars.”
Her sex spasmed and she squeezed her thighs together on reflex. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” His gaze trailed, slow and covetous, down her torso. “O is what you’re gonna get. Though, swear to Christ, how I’m gonna dance for you as hard as my dick is remains to be seen.”
She licked her lip and cupped him through his jeans. “I could fix that first. Make things easier for you.”
He growled and covered her hand with his. “Darlin’, you keep that up, we’ll skip your dance altogether.” He tugged her hand away, but kept his fingers curled around her wrist. Smoothing his thumb along her pulse point, he sat back on his heels. “Rule one, I get to touch you however I want.”
She smiled and splayed her hands against the top of his muscled thigh. “I like that one.”
“Yeah?” With his free hand, he tugged his ponytail holder, shook his hair free and captured her other wrist. “Not sure you’ll like this one.” He leaned over her, guiding her arms up and over her head. “Rule two, your hands stay over your head.”
As fast as her thrill had risen, a mood to rival a sleep-deprived two-year-old bubbled up. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, it’ll be fun.” He pressed an easy, lingering kiss to her lips then muttered against them, “For me.” He rolled off the bed in a move so fluid she’d almost thought he’d started without music.
“Seriously, you’re going to dance and I can’t touch?”
“Dead serious.” He punched his phone’s screen and the first strains of a sexy R&B song filled the room. He ran his thumbs along the inside of his waistband and smirked. “The second you touch me—hands, arms, legs, mouth—it doesn’t matter. The show’s over and I get to claim what’s mine.”
She whimpered and the muscles low in her belly fluttered.
“You like that?” He ambled closer to the bed, one strong hand moving across his pecs in a way she’d love to imitate. “Ready for me to claim your sweet pussy and make it mine?”
Her hips flexed the same as if he’d slid his fingers through her folds and she grabbed on to the pillow beneath her head for all she was worth. Her voice was little more than a hiss, but she felt it in every inch of her body. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” In one molten glide, he was on the bed, his knees wedged under hers and her thighs spread wide. He rolled his hips, the rough surface of his jeans little more than a whisper against her sensitive flesh, but a perfect promise of what was to come. He bit his lower lip and reached over his head, grasping his T-shirt and pulling it off.
He took his time, blending subtle touches and liquid, sensual motion with the music’s throbbing beat. She’d always sensed something beneath his country-boy surface, something untamed and blatantly carnal, but watching him move was a thing of beauty. Animalistic power and grace in its most decadent form.
Dipping low, he nipped the inside of her thigh, caught the backs of her legs with his shoulders, and glided forward so her ankles were anchored by his ears. He pumped twice with his hips, intimating exactly what they both really wanted. The corded muscles in his abdomen flexed and released in an enticing ripple and her hands slipped from under the pillow of their own accord, eager for touch.
“Damn it,” she grumbled and stuffed them back into place, clamping down twice as hard. No way was she stopping this ride before he lost his jeans. God knew, she wouldn’t make it much beyond that.
“Almost.” Carefully, he eased her legs from his shoulders and stood tall on his knees in front of her. “Okay, sweetheart. You want the rest of this?”
“You mean, you naked and next to me?”
He popped the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down. “Naked, next to you and buried deep.”
“Then yes. Absolutely yes.”
A wicked grin tilted his lips. “Good answer.”
Before she could analyze what new tricks she was in for, he snatched her by both wrists, tugged her upright and spun her so she sat on the edge of the bed. The change in position amplified every sense. The depth of the music’s thrumming bass. The room’s chill against her bare skin. The shadows cast from the bedside lamp across Trevor’s defined muscles as he shoved his jeans past his hips and kicked them to the side.
Even standing still he was a visual treat. A mouthwatering temptation few women would pass up. But clad in only black boxer briefs and undulating his hips in time with the music, with an erection so powerful the tip peeked past the waistband, he left her slack jawed and dumbfounded. “Did you get this close to women when you danced before?”
He slid to one side of her, a smooth move she’d never expect to see outside of a breakdancing competition, let alone on a cowboy. “This close? Yeah, a few got this.” He whirled and straddled her lap, his perfect ass smack-dab in front of her face, then dropped his hands to the floor and pumped his hips.
She fisted the comforter in her hands, desperate to feel his flexing ass beneath her palms. Thankfully, he twisted upright and faced her before she could give in.
He slid his fingertips beneath the waistband of his briefs. “You know what they didn’t get?”
She squeezed her knees together and bit her lip. “Who?”
His shameless chuckle rippled across flesh. He dipped his hand inside his briefs, grasped his shaft, and ambled closer, bringing them knees to knees. “The women I danced for. You know what they didn’t get?”
Oh, that. She forced her gaze to his. “What didn’t they get?”
“This.” In a move that made her disrobing look comical in comparison, he shucked his briefs and straddled her thighs. His beautiful cock was lined up square with her mouth, the shaft so swollen and marked with raised veins it looked painful. The tip glistened with pre-come. “Or this.”
Just as he had seconds before, he rolled his hips, pumping his staff so close to her lips the heat of him radiated against her mouth and his musky scent filled her lungs. She couldn’t have kept her hands to herself if she’d wanted to. It was too much and not enough all at once. Too much sensation and not nearly enough contact.
Smoothing her palms up his corded thighs, she pressed her lips to the base of his cock.
“Thought you’d never get around to that.” He growled and gripped the back of her head. “Show’s over, darlin’.”
Maybe for him it was, but for her it was just getting started. Gripping him at the base, she licked along one prominent vein and hummed against his turgid flesh. “I want this.”
His grip in her hair tightened, sending tiny pinpricks of pleasure and pain across her scalp and down her spine. “Not gonna say no to anything that involves your mouth and my dick.” He flexed his hips, though unlike the moves he’d demonstrated before, this one was pure reflex.
She swirled her tongue around the tip and his salty taste exploded on her tongue. Palming his tight sac in her free hand, she took all of him that she could and peered up at him from beneath her lashes.
“Fuuuck.” He worked his shaft between her lips, matching his rhythm to hers. “You have no idea.” He gripped the other side of her head, the tension in his body so rife she couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of losing control, or bolting for the door. “The things I want to do to you. The way I want to take you. Want to fuck you so hard and deep I’m all you think about. All you remember.”
She suckled harder, teased his cockhead with the slightest graze of her teeth, then whispered against the tip. “Okay.”
The word was barely out and the world spun around her, her body maneuvered up from her perch on the side of the bed and tossed facedown in the middle of the king-size bed. Before she could draw a breath or assimilate her situation, Trevor yanked her hips up from behind her and spanked one side of her ass. “Think you meant, ‘Okay, sir.’”
Oh God.
Every nerve ending went from sensitized to supercharged in an instant, the power of every fantasy and desire she’d entertained for months surging to a fine point in a single second. “Trevor.” It was the only word her mouth could form, desire, fear, and excitement knotted so tightly she could barely draw a decent breath.
The mattress dipped and the sound of crinkling foil sounded behind her. “You want to use my name, you do it when you come. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Another whack, this one on the other cheek. “Yes, what?”
Her sex quivered, a fresh release already so close her thighs trembled with it. “Yes, sir.”
He chafed the globes of her ass and squeezed, the light dusting of hair along his quads ghosting against the backs of her thighs. “Fuck, darlin’, you have no idea how sweet that sounds.” He slicked his fingers through her folds and pumped two fingers inside her. “Gonna make you say it a lot. Scream it before you come shouting my name.” His fingers disappeared and he smacked the inside of her thighs. “Knees wide. Ass up.”
Eagerly, she widened her stance and arched her hips. Two months ago, she’d have never been confident enough to offer herself like this. Would have never been so motivated to explore the edgier, darker side of sex. Sure she’d taken Wyatt on her hands and knees, but this...this was so much more than positioning. This was animalistic. A primal connection so far beyond the ho-hum experiences of her past it was as if she’d never lain with another man.
“So pretty.” He slicked the head of his shaft through her drenched labia. “Swollen, pink and all mine.” Forgoing her entrance, he pushed forward and teased the side of his shaft against her clit. He blanketed her back, and the heat of his torso scorched and soothed her tension-laced muscles. His fingers speared through her hair and fisted tight, wrenching her head back and leaving her throat exposed. “Say it, Nat. Want to hear it from your mouth.”
Dear God, she’d say or do anything he wanted right now. Find a way to give him the sun, moon and stars if he’d fill her up and push her over the edge. “I’m yours. Anything you want. However long you want.”
He jerked her upright so hard and fast her lungs seized, the merciless grip he kept in her hair not giving an inch. “You think I’d let this go?” He released his grip and cupped her breasts, kneading her mounds just short of too rough. His lips coasted along the line of her neck in a devastatingly soft contrast. “You’ll walk before I ever give up what’s between us.”
Like hell she would. For years with Wyatt, she’d twisted and turned herself inside out trying to be someone she wasn’t. Trevor took her as she was. Accepted and championed her son, and chiseled past the surface to facets of herself she’d never known existed. Wyatt hadn’t proven worth the fight, but for Trevor she’d storm the pits of hell. “Then you don’t know me very well. I want this. Need this.” Grinding her clit against his cock, she reached behind him, one hand tangling in his thick hair and the other sinking nails in his flanks. “Please.”
His answering growl vibrated against her back and he bit her shoulder. His hips shifted, bringing his cock in line with her weeping entrance. “Anything you want. Everything. As long as you’re mine.”
He surged forward, filling her in one savage thrust. Claiming her in the most primitive way possible and branding her more thoroughly than any iron. Together, they fell to their hands, his powerful body pistoning against hers in a hedonistic rhythm. This was the stuff of legend. The kind of passion few women ever found but every one of them craved.
And it was hers.
His.
Theirs.
He clenched her hips and powered deep.
The sweet, powerful pulse of impending release swelled, so close her lungs burned with a barely stifled roar.
“Trevor!”
“Not yet.” His fingers dug deeper in her flesh, holding on for dear life and marking her in a way she’d feel and remember until the day she died.
“Please.” She dropped her head and her hair fell around one shoulder, the soft strands gliding against her hypersensitive skin like satin. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each slap of his hips, an erotic sight to be sure, but nowhere near as startling as watching his cock tunnel in and out of her eager sex. “I’m there. Now.”
“A little more. Take it. Ride it.”
“I can’t.” Reaching between her legs, she cupped his sac and gently squeezed. “You said anything.”
“Fuck!” He rolled his hips the same as he had when he’d stripped, only faster and driving to the hilt. “Goddamn right, anything. Everything.” One hand slipped between her legs and found her clit. “Come. Now.”
He pinched the tight bundle of nerves and her pussy clenched tight, the power of her release seizing all but the haggard rhythm of her heart and the convulsing muscles at her core.
“Mine!” Trevor bucked one last time and his cock jerked inside her, the force behind his claim mingling with each flex and release of her sex and resonating clear to her toes. “Say it.”
Say it? She’d sky-write it if it meant easing the vulnerability behind his demand. She covered his hand between her legs, her fingers lying atop his as they soothed and guided her back to earth. “All yours,” she whispered, then gave him back his own. “Anything. Everything.”
In and out, each velvet scrape of his length inside her sent tiny shock waves rippling out in all directions. Her muscles shook, but she was too languid and peaceful to care. Too content to just be in the moment. Somewhere in the fury, the music had long died out, the only beat that remained was the ragged tempo of her heart in her ears.
His palm glided soft and reverent up and down her spine, and his ragged voice drifted between their heaving gasps, so soft she doubted he even realized he spoke aloud. “Never thought I’d risk it.” Splaying his hand against her pelvis, he held their connection, sat back on his heels and guided her up against his chest. His warm breath ghosted across the back of her sweat-dampened neck. “Won’t let you regret it, Nat. Swear to God, I won’t hurt you. Won’t let myself, no matter what happens.”
Something in his tone jangled her instincts, but the bone-deep lethargy and lingering aftershocks coursing through her muscles swiped all non-critical queries aside. Later she could tend to whatever wound lay beneath his cryptic promise. Right now was for savoring the moment. For comforting each other and fortifying the growing bond between them, starting with a vow of her own.
She guided his hand above her heart, rested her head against his shoulder and rolled it enough to meet his gaze. “I trust you. Everything you’ve done and what it took to get you here, I want you just like you are.”