“It’s okay,” he says, his voice somehow soft and firm at the same time. “Say it. You don’t have to be ashamed.”
I force myself to stare at him, as bravely as I can.
“I’m a virgin, Trent.”
His lips twitch into a smirk.
I pull my hands away, reeling and turning to the road, striding away. I don’t know where I’m going.
But I won’t wait around for him to laugh at me, even if the taste of his lips and his tongue is still swirling around my mouth, around my body.
“Tess, wait,” he growls, striding up next to me. “What’s wrong?”
“You were going to laugh.”
“I was smiling. I’m happy.”
He was smirking. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Trent Tanner outright smile.
“You’re happy?” I say, gazing up at him.
“Of course I am.”
He raises his hands as if to touch me again, but then an engine rumbles, and a car appears at the end of the road. I step away, instinct driving me.
Youngstone is a small town and people talk.
I glance at the car, relieved I don’t recognize the driver. It must be somebody just passing through.
“Of course?” I murmur. “It doesn’t seem so obvious to me.”
“You’re mine.” He breathes heavily, lust nestled within the noise. “You belong to me. Everything you are, everything you will become, you’ll always be mine. So of course I’m fucking happy. I’m going to claim your virgin slit for the first time. You will be mine for the rest of our lives. Nobody else will ever get to touch you.”
His words send starlight cascading around my body, bright and wonderful, and yet there’s a tinge of darkness beneath the light.
What about Angie?
I want to ask, but I also don’t want to ask.
It’s the last thing I want to do because it will shatter this moment irrevocably. It will tear it to pieces and I’ll be left wondering what could’ve been between us…
Even if I know nothing can ever happen between us.
“Let me take you somewhere,” he growls, inching closer. “Just for a little while. I need to taste you, Tessa. I’m going crazy just thinking about it.”
No, no, no, part of me screams, the reasonable part, the piece of me that held Angie when she wept over her mother’s death, that was there for her through every up and down during high school and after.
But my body won’t let me be honorable.
My body screams louder than the voice of reason, singing yes, yes, yes, singing that this is the moment I’ve been waiting my entire life for.
“Okay,” I whisper. “But only for a little while. And I’m not ready… for that, you know, not yet.”
He smirks. “Don’t worry, Snapshot. I can wait… for a little while, at least.”
“I didn’t even know this place existed,” I say when he pulls up outside a cabin in the middle of the forest.
It sits raised from the forest floor on blocks, a sturdy-looking building made of wooden boards slotted together. It looks rustic and homey and inviting.
“It was my father’s,” Trent says. “When I decided to retire, I hired somebody to restore it. It was rundown before that. It didn’t feel right, returning to Youngstone knowing Dad’s old cabin was in such a state.”
He steps from the car and walks around to my side, opening my door with a captivating smirk on his face.
“After you, m’lady.”
I can’t help but giggle, despite the strangeness of this, despite how wrong this should feel. “What a gentleman.”
I climb from the car and we walk toward the cabin.
Trent walks close to me, his hand on the small of my back, his touch burning through my tank top and causing heat to whirl around my body. My belly tingles and my stomach tightens, as though gathering up energy, getting ready for an explosion.
“You like that,” he snarls, his lips suddenly close to my ear, his warm breath washing over me.
“Yes.” I sigh. “Oh, God, it feels so good.”
“You’re going to shiver for me soon,” he snarls, sliding his hand down and palming my ass. “You’re going to come all over my fucking mouth, come hard.”
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but then I realize I can’t. My throat closes with nervousness and need and a thousand other whirling emotions, all of them colliding together with the force of a crashing meteor.
He opens the door, revealing a homey log cabin, with an unlit fireplace and plush rugs. Sunlight glows through the closed curtains, tinged oak-brown.
Trent guides me firmly through the cabin toward a room at the back, throwing it open like he can hardly wait to get me inside. The bed is large and the sheets have antler patterns on them.
“Fuck,” Trent growls, closing the door behind us. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this ever since the diner.”
“Do what…”
I trail off with a gasp as he slides his hand up the back of my leg, tickling my thigh as he brings the heel of his palm against my sex and rubs it firmly.
I shudder and collapse against the wall, clawing at it as he rubs me faster, harder, with more possession in each movement.
“Ah, ah,” I cry. “Oh, God…”
He stands behind me and I twist around so I can take in the sight of him. He leans down to touch me, his massive body aimed toward me like I’m the only thing that exists for him at this moment. His silver hair is shiny with sweat.
“Keep moving like that,” he growls. “You look so damn sexy right now.”
“Like this?” I cry, barely even aware of what I’m doing.
I twitch at the end of his hand, as though he has me pinned, as though he’s attacking me and I’m trying to get away.
But I’m not trying to get away.
I’d never try to escape him.
I sink into the moment, shivering.
“That’s it. Show me how bad you want to fucking cream for me.”
Anxiety tries to invade this moment, that inner voice that tells me I’m making a fool of myself, but it’s buried far beneath the pulsating lust.
My lips tingle and my clit burns as he grinds the denim against my sex, harder with each moment until all I can focus on – all I can feel – is the pressure building inside of me.
I try to bite down on the scream when it finally explodes.
Nervousness and shame – a swirling whirlpool of it – try to tell me I shouldn’t be so loud in my pleasure.
But the scream escapes nonetheless, bursting out of me as the orgasm grips me half in heavenly hands.
I vibrate against him, bucking my lips, grinding up and down as he rubs me with even more animal ferocity.
“Fuck, you’re twerking on my hand,” he growls. “That’s it. Come for me, Snapshot. Come like the obedient virgin you are.”
My lips tingle with impossible friction, swirling up and down my sex, my lips pulsing.
Even in the midst of the orgasm, buried in the center of the pleasure, part of me struggles to believe this is really happening.
But that part of me is distant.
Closer, more real, is the sensation of his hand against my pussy, crushing my lips with his dominating touch.
I buck faster and harder as orgiastic pulsations move through me until finally, all I can do is collapse against the wall.
He wraps his arms around me, one hand gliding under my tank top and bra, squeezing softly. My nipples tingle and harden.
“What should I do?” I ask.
He chuckles softly. “You’re doing it. Just keep being sexy and curvy and captivating, Tess. Fuck, stick that ass out. I need to feel it against my throbbing dick.”
I do as he tells me, my lust leaving no room for an alternative. He leans down to grind his manhood up and down my ass, solid and huge-feeling even through the fabric of my denim shorts.
He pinches my nipples softly, grazing them with his fingertips, causing, even more,
tingles to dance across me.
“Lie down on the bed. On your back. I need to taste that hot virgin hole.”
I step back and he waves a hand at the bed. His eyes are narrowed and tension moves through him, through his expression, and his muscular body. It’s like he’s trying to stop himself from mauling me, from wrestling my shorts off and sliding that massive dick inside of me.
As I walk over to the bed, I try to summon the courage to tell him I’m ready, to tell him I want to feel him inside of me.
But that would be a lie.
And maybe – oh, God, this is so wrong – and maybe I can tell myself what we’re doing isn’t so much of a betrayal if we don’t go all the way. Maybe I can lie to myself like that.
I lie down and stare up at him as he strides over to the bed, looming over me, his rock hard chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You’re perfect,” he says, voice rumbling. “You’re mine.”
He folds his arms and smirks.
“What?” I whimper.
“What are you waiting for? Undress for me. I want you naked, completely naked before I taste that virgin slit. Go on, Snapshot. Now.”
Nerves cascade through me.
Being pushed up against the wall and caught up in a frenetic moment of lust is one thing.
Do I have the confidence to do a freaking striptease for this Navy SEAL?
I don’t know.
But the way he’s staring at me makes me want to find out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trent
Every instinct I have roared at me to claim her, to leap on the bed and tear her clothes off with savage hands, strip her naked and then plunge deep inside of her.
I force myself to stand at the edge of the bed, staring at her hard, my heart thumping through my body like a goddamn war song.
“Like this?” she murmurs, sitting up as she reaches for the hem of her tank top.
Fuck.
I just meant for her to tear her clothes off and reveal her nakedness, but I can read the question buried within her words. She’s asking me how I want her to undress.
My cock twitches like a weapon trying to leap from its holster.
“Slowly,” I snarl.
She peels her tank top off with achingly steady movements, revealing the pink of her bra and the redness of her breasts from where I massaged them. Dropping it, she reaches around to undo her bra, again with slow movements.
“Look at me,” I snarl when she stares down at the bed.
She pulls her gaze to mine with a visible effort, and then she immediately looks away.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be nervous,” I tell her. “You’re beautiful, Tess. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on by far.”
She meets my gaze again, this time with a glimmering of bravery in the nervousness of her expression.
“Really?” she whimpers.
“Really,” I snarl. “Everything about you is perfect.”
She unclips her bra and I let out a growl. Her breasts spill free, large and round and sexy and perfect. Her nipples are hard and a juicy vein moves across one of her breasts, vivid and compelling, causing the war song of ownership to get even louder in my mind.
“The shorts,” I say, my voice choked. “I need to see that pussy. I need to taste it.”
“How do you want me to do it?” she murmurs.
“Bend over and shift that ass for me.”
“Okay,” she moans, lust making her voice tangled and hot.
She gets onto all fours and then reaches back, and then giggles as she falls onto her elbows.
I smirk, letting out a chuckle.
“Let me help you,” I say, moving forward.
I walk around the bed and sit down, gliding my hand up her thighs as she sticks her ass out. Reaching around, I undo her shorts and pull them down, revealing her ass inch by tantalizing inch.
Her panties are soaked, sticking to the denim, coming with her shorts as I pull them down to her knees. She lifts one knee and then the other, helping me to slip them over her calves and down her feet.
“Stay like that,” I growl, leaning back to take in the full glory of my woman.
Her pussy glistens pink, her hole winking at me as though her body is telling me how badly she needs to be taken. Her ass is round and glorious, fucking tasty-looking as she pushes it out toward me.
“On your back,” I gasp. “I need to taste you.”
She rolls over like the obedient virgin she is, spreading her legs and gazing down at me between her raised thighs. I kneel on the floor, reaching over and grabbing her thighs, and dragging her toward me.
She gasps and whimpers as I pull her to the end of the bed, her needy slit framed by her thick magnificent legs.
“Fuck, you smell delicious,” I groan, bringing my face closer to her slit.
“Really?” she whimpers, disbelief shivering in her voice.
“Really,” I growl. “You smell like heaven. I bet you taste the same too.”
She starts to say something, but then her voice trails off into shivers as I bring my tongue to her sex and drag it up one lip and down the other. Her body vibrates and she gasps musically as I move my tongue to her clit, engorged with her desire.
I groan as the sweet sticky taste of her swirls around my mouth, sucking on her clit and pressing my tongue hard against it.
She cries out and then clamps her hand over her mouth.
“What’re you doing?” I snarl, letting her clit go.
“I don’t know,” she whimpers.
“If you want to moan, moan,” I growl. “It’s good to hear how badly you want it, my beautiful shy virgin.”
I press my tongue harder against her, sliding it down to her hole and then moving inside of her. Her breaths become short as I slide into her hole, prying it open with the tip of my tongue.
My cock stiffens even more, the base pulsing, roaring at me to reach down and grab onto my shaft. She’s making the most intoxicating shivering noises, high-pitched and tantalizing, like any second she’s going to shatter and cream all over my mouth.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasps.
I fuck her sweet virgin hole with my tongue, addicted to the taste of her, tangy and juicy and everything I dreamed it would be. Ever since I saw her standing there in the diner, her waitress’s uniform wrapped tightly around her perfect body, I knew I needed to taste her creaming release.
I move my tongue out of her hole and return to her clit, sliding my hand up her thigh and bringing my middle finger to her quivering slit.
As I lick, I slide my finger in, deeper, and deeper, until I’m buried up to my knuckle and moving inside of her.
Her moans get even more strangled, turning hollow in her closeness to her release.
I swirl my finger faster, obsessed with how hot her hole is, with how it grips tightly onto my finger.
It’s impossible not to think about how it will feel when it’s my cock plunged inside of her instead of my finger, buried deep, pounding my offspring into her fertile virgin slit.
She lets out a scream, all the tension in her erupting as I attack her clit with even faster movements.
“Oh, oh, please,” she cries. “Yes, oh—oh, God.”
I keep licking, keep rubbing. A meteor could crash outside the cabin and I wouldn’t stop.
She creams all over my mouth, thick white gorgeous come squirting down my finger. I lap at it greedily, starving for the taste of her.
When she stops shuddering, I lean back and gaze at her soaked pussy, her squirting release smeared all over her lips and her hole, making it shiny and alluring.
She sits up, her breasts jostling from side to side, tempting me.
“I want to do something for you,” she murmurs, her eyes flitting here and there as she battles shyness, her bravery struggling to burst through.
I smirk, standing.
“I’m not going to turn that offer down, my eager virgin.”<
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She smiles shakily.
“Look at me,” tell her.
I can tell how much effort it takes for her to meet my eyes. She tugs her gaze to mine, biting her lips as nerves shiver across her face.
She looks so young and fertile and sexy as she gazes up at me, her eyes wide like she still thinks I’m going to laugh at her. I’d die before I did that. I’d kill before I let anybody humiliate my woman.
“Push those tits together,” I snarl. “I need to fuck them hard and come all over them. Do what you’re told, Tess.”
She leans forward and grabs her breasts in big handfuls, pushing them together in a way that drives me half-feral.
“Yes,” I growl, reaching down and quickly pulling my pants down, wedging them underneath my balls.
My manhood springs free, so hard veins bulge and throb up and down my length. Precome clings to my tip and my helm throbs, hungry to taste her tight virgin slit.
But she’s not ready yet.
I have to respect that, even if it’s damn hard.
“Freaking heck, Trent,” she murmurs.
“Freaking heck?” I tease. “Did I just hear you right? Did you just say freaking heck?”
She giggles, rolling her captivating eyes.
“You’re huge.”
“Just keep those tits pushed together for me baby,” I growl, leaning down.
The angle makes it awkward, but I don’t care.
The SEALs have kept me fit and there’s nothing in the world that would stop me from feeling how perfect those breasts feel pushed around my cock.
“You’re so hard,” she whimpers as I glide my length between her breasts, placing my hands on her shoulders for purchase.
“You feel perfect,” I growl. “You’re a curvy horny virgin, aren’t you, Snapshot? Tell me.”
“I’m curvy and horny, Trent,” she moans. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
“Good fucking girl.”
I stare down at her reddened tits as I slot my cock into that precious spot, the feeling of them against my shaft almost too much to handle. It’s just as sweet gazing into her eyes, wide and naive and hungry for my release, the same way I was hungry for hers.
“Moan for me,” I snap, barely getting the words out past my shivering need.
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