Chapter Six
The darkness amplified everything while narrowing it all down to Trevor. Every cell resonated on him. A simple touch of his fingers sent a shockwave of want and lust.
Danielle curled her fingers in, her breaths coming in rapid beats that matched her pulse. The rip of the condom wrapper telegraphed the visual of him slicking it down his erection. The head would be a dark, enticing red over his hard length. Her tongue snaked out as she imagined trailing it up the pronounced veins on either side of his shaft.
His dark, intense flavor bloomed to life in her imagination, making her mouth water. He always tasted so good.
His arm grazed her inner thigh, sending a shot of anticipation to her pussy. She opened her legs wider. A soft whimper rumbled in her throat as her lips parted. The ache to be filled had become a persistent demand that shoved away everything else.
She reached out to find the firm lines of his chest. The hard peaks of his nipples teased her palms with his desire.
Her breath hitched, time stalling when he dragged the head of his dick through her pussy. Oh. My. God. She squeezed her eyes closed behind the blindfold, the line of lust jarring her heart.
Trevor. She bit her lip to keep her plea to herself. It’d reveal too much and show more than she could expose when so much was at stake.
She grabbed his arms, hips rocking up in both an offering and a request. Desire, want, need, longing and so much more clamored at her chest, demanding to be voiced. She shook her head in stubborn refusal. She wouldn’t beg, not even for this. Not with him. Not when it threatened to open a floodgate she couldn’t control.
He slid into her on a long, slow descent that shattered her will and teased her with everything she couldn’t have. He gripped her hips, and her walls contracted around him, stomach clenching. She struggled for air when she forgot to breathe. The persistent pounding of her heart resounded in her ears and intensified the buzzing hum of rightness as he filled her.
“Yes,” she mumbled, back arching with the relief. Finally.
The hungry note of agreement in his low, rumbled grunt rippled up her chest to tweak her nipples even tighter. How did a sound do that? God, she didn’t care how. She just wanted more.
She dragged her nails over his shoulders in a small retaliation. Her hips rocked as she squirmed for the more she needed when he refused to move.
Her desperate plea sat on her tongue, but she clamped her mouth closed. No way. She shook her head, frustration boiling into anger. Why did he torment her so much?
“Shhh.” His soft hushing sound quieted her almost instantly. The tenderness came too close to wrecking her when it couldn’t.
He eased a palm up her abdomen, leaning down. His dick shifted within her to taunt her with the movement he was withholding. A small whimper snuck out as her need grew. The need to come. The need for more. The need for what she’d never have—with him.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered near her ear. A kiss landed on her cheek, a soft promise.
Oh, God. Tears prickled behind her eyes when they’d served no purpose.
Damn him for being gentle. Damn him for dangling a dream before her that she’d never obtain.
She snapped her head around and nipped at his neck, hard. “Move,” she demanded, hips bucking beneath him. She dug her nails into his back and embraced the spark of defiance that kept her from crumbling. “Now.”
The rough grate of her voice hid the hurt that threatened to ruin the moment. And that couldn’t happen. Not when the moment was all she had.
His chuckle rumbled against her neck. He pressed a kiss to her jaw that was so soft she almost missed it. But it scraped over her heart in another reminder of what she’d given up on.
Then he reared up, grabbed her hips and thrust. The first hard jam rammed her with a startled gasp. Her head rolled back as the pleasure raced outward to drag her under. Trevor wasn’t gentle now. Each drive was done with a purpose that had her squirming with the escalating pressure. Her orgasm culminated in her core, winding and twisting into a dire ache begging to be eased.
“Trevor,” she mumbled, unable and unwilling to care how it sounded. Her skin was on fire. The heat coursed through her in a stream of consuming passion.
Lori’s rumbling exclamation danced past her awareness, along with Drake’s growled roar. The reminder of others grounded her while urging her to let go.
Trevor slowed to long, deep thrusts that dragged his dick over her sensitive walls in another torturous tease. Her curse was mouthed when she really wanted to scream it. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to urge him to go faster. He didn’t. Not even a little.
Need boiled within her. The knot coiled tighter beneath her clit, pulsing with the energy he’d fueled.
She reached down and found her clit. The first touch nearly sent her over. It was so good. She started rubbing, desperate to get off.
Trevor stopped moving. She didn’t.
Her chest expanded with her sharp breaths. She could feel him watching her. His gaze burned over her awareness to spiral into vivid images. His heated expression. Drawn brows. Heavy eyelids. The curl of his lip that came close to a snarl.
He was so hers. All hers. If only...
Her breath hitched. Her finger moved faster. There. Right there.
Her blindfold was shoved up and tossed away in the next moment.
She froze, blinked.
Trevor loomed above her, the reality hotter and more intense than anything she’d conjured in her mind.
His gaze never left hers as he nudged her hand away from her clit. She didn’t fight him or deny him. She was too lost in the desire and want blazing in his eyes. The room might be filled with shadows, but she saw everything.
And she wanted all of it.
If only...