Chapter Five
Trevor slid his tongue through the warm folds of Lori’s pussy, her juices coating his lips with each pass. He closed his eyes and relied on touch alone to find every hypersensitive spot. She squirmed beneath his hands, but he held her legs apart and hips down in a claim of power.
He read her signals though, her hitch of breath and the hard contraction of her muscles. Her pussy clenched in time with her whimper when he thrust his tongue into her heat, flicked it around. Her hips jerked, but he pulled back before she came.
“No,” she pleaded, head tossing.
Sexual energy filled the air and blended with the carnal scents of sex and arousal. He teased Lori’s clit with his thumb, fascinated with the gorgeous variety within the female anatomy. Just like dicks and men, every pussy was unique, and every woman responded differently. The journey came in discovering the individual triggers for each person.
Lori liked a firmer touch. Intense play on her clit sent her over the edge, where Shelly went crazy when he simply circled a finger around her anus. And Danielle...
His gaze cut to her. She was so gorgeous.
Her hair was spread beneath her, nipples hard and erect from her own touch. His dick throbbed with the need to bury himself deep within her heat when he shouldn’t. God, he shouldn’t. Not now. Not that very first time in a room of oversexed teens and too much booze.
But he’d known since he’d seen her name in the app, fucking Danielle was a done deal.
Only he hadn’t expected it to be the only deal he truly wanted.
No, damn it.
He stood, wiped his mouth on his arm. He only needed touch. The sensation of flesh and lust. That was it.
He tugged his fly open before leaning forward to cup Lori’s generous breasts in his hands. The mounds molded to his palms, the dark areolas standing out in sharp contrast to her pale skin. She arched beneath him as he took one pebbled peak into his mouth. He rolled the nub on his tongue, sucked hard before needling it with his teeth. Every squirm and whimper from Lori jacked his desire higher until his groin burned with want.
He could have sex. He could have touch—in a group setting.
No commitments. No strings. No judgments.
He jerked up, gaze going back to Danielle. Ryan was feasting on her now. They’d rotated women a bit ago, and Ryan’s head moved in a telling up-and-down motion. Danielle had a hand in his hair; her other hand played with her nipple. The rose-tinted peaks beckoned him to taste and savor the pert tips and make her cry with need.
His lust crested yet again—just from the thought of her.
Danielle.
It always came back to her.
Lori ran her hands over his shoulders in a gentle urging. He stared down at her and hated himself in that moment. She deserved better than what he was giving her. Even if she was blindfolded, his focus was the bare minimum of requirements, and he couldn’t even give her that.
He pressed a kiss between her breasts and slowly stepped back. Her fingers trailed down his arms before they fell away. His pulse thrummed with the want and denial clashing within him. The never-ending battle was old and tired, yet he still fought it day in and day out.
He snapped his fingers. The single click cut through the room.
Ryan lifted his head, frowned. Drake sat back, brow raised. Three blindfolded faces turned to him.
Trevor cursed them all. He didn’t need their questions, not here. This was his scene. He could be a selfish fucker. It was about the only place he’d ever allow it. So the rest of them could fuck off and leave if they didn’t like it.
The foreign feeling ripped at his core beliefs while trampling over his moral front. He could run away, change his name, build walls and empires and a network of influence, but he would always be a Faulkner at heart.
Annoyance fired his defiance. He glared at the other men, flicked his chin. He stepped toward Danielle, intent clear. She was all his now.
Ryan backed away, a smirk declaring his amusement. Trevor was tempted to flip him off, but that would only feed the man’s assumptions.
He stepped between Danielle’s spread legs, desire crashing through his resistance. Spread out before him, defenses gone, trust given fully, she was everything he longed for.
God, Danielle...
Her skin was soft beneath his palms as he ran his hands down her spread legs, then up her abdomen. Her muscles contracted, breath hitching with her slight flinch. Every twitch and flutter was transferred to him through the connection that sprang to life every time he touched her. He couldn’t explain or define it exactly. It just was. The sense of knowing everything and nothing. Of speaking without words and understanding without thought.
He leaned down to drag his tongue over her abdomen to her breasts. The salty taste lingered as he wet his lips and laid a trail of kisses across her chest and up her throat. She lifted her chin, breaths shortening. Her hands skimmed up his arms to find their home at the back of his neck. He rolled his head, a sense of belonging flowing through him.
The others were forgotten. They no longer existed to him, even though they were no more than five feet away on either side. He simply didn’t care about anyone or anything except Danielle.
He swept his lips over hers. They parted on a soft breath as he brushed back over them.
“Trevor.” Her barely there whisper caressed his longing with all the dreams he couldn’t have.
His jaw clenched, eyes closing, muscles tightening against the want that drove him to relent.
Then her hand was moving down his back in a gentle stroke of comfort as she wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers ran through his hair in another soothing touch that melted too damn much within him. Her understanding was communicated without words as she drew him into her embrace.
He held her close for one long moment of weakness and soaked up her strength. She knew. She understood. And she’d never questioned him.
Not once in their long, convoluted history.
Not after their first passionate kiss taken on a show of daring that’d led them down this traitorous path. The one that’d tumbled them both into the world of voyeurism, exhibitionism and sexual decadence.
Their families would implode if their secret was ever exposed. But the risk was as addictive as the freedom it brought.
The urge to have it all surged up to press on him. Her sexy, sophisticated scent, the warmth of her skin, the defined rub of her nipples, the heat of her crotch over his erection still trapped behind material, all tempted him.
But the physical was all they could have.
His kisses took on a desperate if gentle touch when he finally claimed her mouth. He swept his tongue in and stole the desire she was offering. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he made a conscious effort to let his persecutions go. Danielle was his one constant that he refused to lose.
He moved a hand beneath her, cupped her head and dove into her perfect kisses. She returned every swipe and play, sometimes gentle, sometimes hard and always, always in sync with him. Heat burned down his spine to cup his balls in an urgent demand to have all of her. It sprawled up his aching dick to throb with a need so powerful he almost came.
He choked back a groan, damning his lack of control. But he had none around her.
She shoved at his pants, using her feet in her insistence. She sucked in a breath when she yanked her mouth free of his. “Fuck me, Trev.”
He was tugged back down for another consuming kiss before he could respond. He gave himself over and let her ravish him for the moment. Her fire was part of the package he couldn’t get enough of.
He worked his pants the rest of the way down, his mouth never leaving hers. She pushed a hand beneath his underwear and grabbed his dick in a hard grasp. The pressure mixed with the warmth, only increasing his boiling need.
“Christ,” he mumbled against her lips, eyes clenched tight with the effort to hold off his orgasm.
Her smile played against his mouth. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was there. Her grip tightened before she slid it up and then down. He struggled with the power she was slowly stripping from him. She stroked him with a cunning desperation, using her toes to push his underwear down his thighs. Her touch was no different from any other woman’s, yet the impact shredded every wall he’d built.
He mouthed his way down her chest to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard, the same insistence driving him. He buzzed with the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that kept him both on edge and floating.
He lifted his head long enough to spot a condom and swipe it from the table. He cupped her other breast and took that nipple into his mouth, determined to drive her wild. Her tugs on his dick sped up, her grip tightening before she paused to swipe her thumb over the sensitive head.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his lips grazing her skin. He froze for a breath, both to savor her play and shove back another rush of need. She knew him too and had no problem wielding that knowledge.
He bit her nipple, a rumbled chuckle breaking free when she moaned and arched into him. He shoved his other hand between her legs and found the heat waiting for him. Wetness coated his fingers, and he hungered to feel it around his dick.
But first...
He knocked her hand away from his erection, dropped down and ran his tongue through her pussy in one quick move. Salty perfection coated his tongue and mixed with the musky scent of arousal. His head spun with the rush before he dove back in to get another taste, to tease and adore and lock in every nuance that was uniquely Danielle.
Her clit had swollen to a hard nub that he flicked and toyed with until his tongue ached. She squirmed on the table, her hips undulating in erratic jerks timed with her sharp cries and harsh gasps.
He could give her this, damn it. He knew exactly what she liked. A persistent circular rub on her clit, the long, hard thrusts into her. A little tease around her anus. He could slip a finger into that hole without resistance, and she’d buck and beg for more.
Her fingers dug into his hair in another silent demand. Even that simple show of strength raced to his groin to stoke the fire already too close to exploding. He grabbed her hand and held it to her thigh as he slowly stood.
Her cheeks were flushed below the blindfold, her nipples a dusty rose still begging to be touched. He ran a finger through her pussy on a slow pass that dipped into her heat before trailing to her clit. She inhaled, chest expanding until he took his hand away. Her whimper curled her lips down in a pout she’d never intentionally use.
The black strip of material over her eyes hid him from her—and her from him. The ploy of blindness was weak when sight wasn’t required to understand each other.
He held his finger over her lips, hovering there as her nostrils flared. Her forehead wrinkled above the blindfold. She wet her lips with a small pass of her tongue. Her mouth parted, head holding still as she waited.
God, she was...everything.
Lust raged in his chest beside that other emotion hovering so close. He embraced the lust and traced his finger over her lips. They shifted under the pressure as he slowly spread her juices over them. He waited another beat, then slid his finger into her mouth. She sucked on the digit instantly, her lips closing to hold it in. Her long pulls and the little swirls of her tongue had him dying to feel that around his erection.
He was so fucking hard.
There was no way he’d last through a blowjob. Hell, he’d barely make it past her lips touching him. Another time, maybe. Tonight, he needed the connection he’d only ever found with her.
He pulled his finger from her lips, regret hitching.
His pants caught on his feet before he kicked them off along with his shorts. He’d removed his shoes and socks earlier in anticipation of right now. His dick hung stiff and heavy before him, the head a deep blood-filled red.
He stroked himself once, tempted to run the sensitive head through her wetness. He didn’t though. Not when it’d be so easy to slide right into her. And then he’d never be able to stop.
The threat of diseases or babies wasn’t his biggest fear. No. Those reasons barely registered.
The thin piece of latex was his last barrier against losing everything to her.