Chapter 8

Embry

Once Ben told us good night, Trace kissed me deeply while we sat on the couch. He slipped a hand down my shirt as I shivered, overwhelmed with need. His fingers cupped me, stroking my nipple with his thumb as our tongues danced together. “I want to make you purr, kitten. I want to work that pussy so I can get my cock inside of you.”

“Is he in bed?” I asked as I glanced toward the staircase.

“Yeah. We won’t see him any more tonight. He’s a good kid and leaves me be. Plus, I’m sure that he’s chatting with one of those friends that you were talking about. You two got on well.” His eyes locked with mine.

“We’re not that far apart in age,” I said. “Do you think that bothers him?”

Trace shook his head. “Quite the opposite. He liked you, and he’s never met anyone that I was dating before this.” He frowned. “I haven’t gotten close to a woman since his mom left.”

“When was that?” I asked as I scooted closer, pressing a kiss to his chin.

“Six years ago. I caught her with someone else and tossed her to the curb with her boyfriend. We never looked back, and he seems to understand that she wasn’t right for us.” I gave him a look of sorrow, and he shook his head, kissing me hungrily. “She never did for me what you do, baby.”

We got off the couch. He turned off the kitchen light and led me upstairs, down the hallway leading away from Ben’s room towards the master. I looked around the spacious room and whistled softly in appreciation.

Trace closed and locked the door. I swallowed thickly as he walked over to me, kissing me hungrily and pushing me back to the king-sized bed that was against the wall. “I want you naked.” Another kiss. “I want your legs spread wide for me.”

The words he was saying made me weak, along with his tongue sweeping my mouth. I sat down as the backs of my legs hit the mattress. Trace worked my jeans and panties off again and dropped them to the floor as I blushed and licked my lips.

They were swollen from his kisses and tingled as I touched them with my fingers. I lifted my shirt over my head and shivered in the cool air as I dropped it into the pile of my other clothes. I unclasped my bra and shook it off, feeling my nipples harden under his intense gaze.

“So fucking beautiful, Em.” He moved to the chair across the room after turning on a light that shone bright on my naked body.

“Aren’t you going to come over here with me?” I asked as he smiled and slipped out of his own pants.

“I want you to scoot back against the pillows and spread your legs wide open for me. Have you touched yourself before, kitten?” I nodded as his eyes darkened. “Have you touched yourself thinking about me?” I nodded again. “I want you to show me.”

I complied, realizing that the light was showing him everything that I was going to do. I relaxed against the pillows as my thighs fell apart and took a deep breath.

“Show me what you like, Embry.”

I slid my hand over my nipples, feeling the sensitivity of the hardened peaks. I gasped with it and continued down my stomach, between my legs where I found myself wet and swollen. I closed my eyes for a moment as I moved my fingers over my folds, parting them to find my clit. It was so sensitive, and I bit my lip and opened my eyes to look at Trace.

He was watching me intently as he stroked himself over his boxers. I tugged on the bundle of nerves gently, and he shook his head. “I am going to fuck you so good,” he said. “All of you.”

I smiled and moved my hand faster. I felt something deep inside of me ready to burst. It was begging to come out, and I gasped as he slipped his cock out, stroking it as he stared into my eyes.

My fingers slipped inside of me, and I rocked against my hand. It felt so good to be spread open, and I thumbed my clit as I fucked myself, seeing him start to move his hand faster. I imagined his tongue on me again, his fingers stroking me somewhere inside that nobody ever reached before.

“Trace,” I cried out as I arched my back and slid another finger in. I longed to feel what it would be like to have him fucking me hard and slow, filling me in a way that I never wanted from another man. I came with a long, low groan as my body pulsed with pleasure. “Fuck. I couldn’t wait.”

He was across the room in an instant, hovering over me as he stroked his cock harder, more desperately. He shot on my stomach as he whispered my name, and I watched with awe as he kept coming.

“That was the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen,” Trace told me before he lowered his head to taste me again, eating my pussy eagerly.

He slipped his tongue inside of me, and I cried out, still reeling from the first orgasm. What was he doing to me? I was lying here covered in his come with his tongue inside of me, and I liked it. I wanted more of it. He finished his task and pulled away, eying me as he pushed himself off the bed. “I am going to clean you up but I have more plans for you, Embry.”

Dear, sweet Jesus. What could they be?