The roar of the engine as it comes to life, a soft rumble through the bus, only adds to the sensation of Trent’s tongue on my clit and fingers that strum inside my body. He’s so good at this. And apparently has no intention of stopping. My lips part slightly, enough to drag in a ragged breath and let loose another blissful moan.
I’m so very close to coming, teetering on the edge of my next orgasm, when a shout and laugh from the other room fills my ears.
Voices. The band. Their interruption obliterates this bubble of pleasure we’ve created. “Trent. Trent, stop.” His hair is already in my fingers, so I tug harder until he releases his mouth from between my legs.
“Not until you come.” He licks his lips and widens my legs.
Pushing up on my elbows, I meet his stare. “But I already did.”
“Not enough.” With his eyes locked on mine he dips his chin, flattens his tongue, and presses it right where I’m a pulsing bundle of nerves.
“But Sean, Austin, and Iz . . .” I try to refuse him, but back and forth he swipes it, side to side, oh, oh, “Oh, fuck me.”
Then his mouth is gone, and before I can blink his body is over mine. I have to lay back and look up to meet his gaze. When I do, his eyes shine with humor. “I swear to God, Lexi Marx, the only name to say when we’re together is mine. You got that? Shit. You’ll give Mr. Trent a complex.”
“Mr. Trent?”
“My dick. You’ve been well acquainted. He likes you. You like him. Say other names and he could retreat before the battle is won.”
Glancing between our bodies I reach down, grab the base of his cock, and give a little squeeze. I want the rest of him buried deep inside. “He seems ready for active duty.” My lips pull up with a smile and I raise my eyebrows with challenge.
Oh, fuck.
Grabbing my wrist, Trent pulls my hand away from his cock and pins it to the sheets above my head. He holds me down and runs his hard erection along my slit. “We need a condom.” He says, but doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean. That is, are you?”
He hisses an exhale through his teeth, his dick so close to my entrance, but he doesn’t push in. “God, I want to say yes to that. To fuck you without protection, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh.” He’s been with other women. It’s no secret, but still.
“I always wear a condom. And I get tested. I’m clean, but shit, Lexi, I don’t deserve you like that. Not yet. Don’t move.” He climbs over me, off the bed, and opens one of the dresser drawers.
My eyes have a difficult time straying from his body. Long, lean muscles and an ass so firm all I can imagine is the way it’ll look when he thrusts inside me.
He returns with a handful of condoms and raises his brow. “What’s your pleasure? Ribbed, glow in the dark, flavored?” He thumbs through the tiny foil packages.
“You pick.”
“Micro thin.” He rips open the rubber and drops the rest to the floor.
“I’m pretty sure that was designed by a female. I don’t know one man who likes associating the word micro with his dick.”
Trent’s eyes find mine after he rolls on the latex and he holds my stare, stepping forward to the edge of the bed. “Well, this guy has no inferiority complex when it comes to his cock.”
My gaze finds the aforementioned appendage. “Nor should you.” I hate the way my words come out breathy, wanton and without control. I try not to analyze it—my reaction to this man or the need to be owned by him when I fucking hate anyone who has tried before.
Trent crawls up my body and meets my lips for a searing kiss. I stop overthinking and revel in the pleasure that pulses throughout my body with every beat of my heart.
He lines himself up at my entrance, his forehead touching mine, and we both watch while he pushes forward, sliding inside with one deep thrust.
“Yes.” I can’t help but hiss because this is where I’ve wanted him all night.
His strong body over mine moves with such coordination. He’s careful not to crush me, pushing up on his hands and arching his back with each drive. His hips do all the work as he thrusts deep and hard, giving me only a second’s rest before he moves out and back in. Oh, my God.
My free hand runs along his back, and I scrape my nails into the flesh of his backside. Needing him to be closer, aching for more, my body moves with his, showing him just how much I want this with him. I seal my lips together, afraid if I part them they’ll only beg for more. With Trent, I’m afraid it’ll never be enough.
“Fuck, Lexi. Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . .” He chants each time his body merges with mine.
“Yes.” I can’t catch my breath, so my lips find his for a kiss that’s as sweet as it is hot. He feels so damn . . . Shit! “Wait. Stop,” I whisper and my eyes snap open with the heavy footsteps coming toward the door. The bathroom door opens and shuts, and I drop my head back against the mattress. He distracted me with his perfect dick and I forgot the guys are back.
Trent slows his movements to an unhurried, softer pace, and works to catch his breath. He braces himself over me, his forearms at my shoulders. With each slow exhale he fans air across my skin, prickling my body with more need. “What is it, Lex?”
“It’s weird, right?” I manage to get out before another throb of lust courses through me, my pussy tightening around his dick. We both groan. He shifts his body weight to one side and his other hand snakes between us, rubbing my clit. I have to bite my lip, I’m that close to falling apart again.
“Wait. Stop throwing me off track.” I grab his hand and hold it still. I don’t really want to push him away because, holy fuck, I’m almost there, but I hold him back enough to complete a coherent sentence.
“What is it, Lex?”
“They’re out there.” I meet his concerned gaze. This probably isn’t the time and place to discuss this, but I need to know. “And what we’re doing . . . How does that work? How does this not mess with the band? If not now, then later when . . . I mean, we’re only fucking. We haven’t talked about anything. About what happens next. I don’t do rock stars. Hell, I don’t do relationships.”
“Hey, hey . . .” He dips his chin to cover my lips. He kisses me so tenderly I almost lose my breath again. “Don’t overthink this. It’s good, yeah?” He pulls out, almost all the way and then sinks back into me, his thumb playing my clit better than any guitar solo.
My body lights up for him and I clench my jaw. He takes from me so easily. “So good.”
He stops moving and leans his forehead to rest on mine. “You say that like it pains you,” he whispers.
“It kind of does,” I admit honestly. Because Trent scares me, and being with him tonight goes against everything I’ve promised myself. I’m giving him more than just sex.
“Lexi.” When he says my name, just above a whisper, the turmoil within stills and I can’t help but be caught up in the power of his stare. “Do you feel what you do to me? Do you feel me?” His hips resume a steady pace and with each thrust his pelvis stimulates my clit.
“Oh, God, yes.” I exhale, trying to get hold of myself before I fall apart.
“Feel me. Just feel this.” His thumb is back, stroking me just where I need it. Oh, God, he’s good. His lips find my ear, “And if you can’t stay quiet, kiss me, bite me, or scream into the pillow, because I’m not done. I’m not close to being done.”
My orgasm bursts, ricocheting through my body. I do exactly what he suggests and bite his shoulder so I don’t scream.
“Oh, fuck, Lex.” He pounds me hard, chasing his own release. He’s primal, not holding back at all now that I’ve come. The slap of his flesh against mine mingles with the scent of my desire to assault my senses.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me, Trent. Come inside me.”
His body shudders and he jerks twice as he comes, our bodies still connected, my name on his lips. He doesn’t pull out right away and it’s an intimate gesture, one I don’t let go unnoticed. If this were simply fucking alone, he’d be up and out. Instead, when he finally meets my gaze, he kisses me. Gently. Sweetly. As though I’m something precious. He rolls to his back, but instead of letting me go, he tugs me to his side and wraps his arm around my waist.
And I let him.
Everything inside pounds with my heart, a warning that this leaves me too exposed. An invitation for him to come too close. But his fingers stroke along my arm until my worries calm, and as my pulse evens with my breath, I realize it’s attempting to match his own. My eyelids close from the comfort and safety he offers, from being in his arms, and the rhythmic roll of the bus down another highway eventually lulls me to sleep.