by Kacey Shea
My gaze stays trained on Sean. “No, go on without me. I think I’m gonna stay in. Besides, we can’t have the birthday girl cleaning up from her own party.” I steal a sidelong glance at Lexi. “That’s like Party Etiquette 101.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?” Sean sends me a warning cloaked in a smile. “You were never good at cleaning up messes.”
“I know what I’m doing. Promise.”
He raises his brows and turns, leaving the bus.
“At least let me help.” Lexi sets the box of lingerie at the edge of the counter and stands at my side. “Here, I’ll dry.” She grabs a fresh dish towel from the drawer.
“Good birthday?” I hand her a clean plate and rinse off the rest.
“The best.” She smiles so damn sweetly, and for the first time, maybe ever, she looks years younger than her newly turned twenty-four.
Side by side we finish up, and while she returns the clean plates to their place in the cupboard, I take a wet cloth and wipe down the table and counter.
“Domestication looks good on you.” Lexi leans her hip against the counter with a grin. She’s making a joke, sure, but the heat in her stare says something more. Or maybe that’s only my hope. Either way, I can’t stop the desire that courses through my body. My muscles tighten as my gaze takes in the sight of her. Just Lexi. The stripped down version, no makeup, no overtly sexy clothes, just Lexi in all her unaltered beauty.
Her lips part, just enough that they appear even more plump. Kissable. Tempting.
Oh hell, what’s living without taking a risk?
I step in front of her, caging her in against the counter and steal the towel from her hands. Something charges the air. Yearning. I hope it’s not one-sided. The racing pulse that thrums at her throat, right where the chain of her new necklace rests, is my only indication she might return the sentiment.
I dip my chin, bending so my lips feather across her forehead until they find her ear. “Tell me, Miss Marx, do you like it dirty or sweet? Or maybe wet?”
She lifts her gaze, leaning back enough so she can meet my stare. “Can’t I have it all? Why should I have to settle?”
“I like that. That you want everything, because you deserve it, Lexi.” Setting the towel on the counter, my fingers trace a trail from her exposed shoulder and up the side of her neck until they cup her jaw in my palm. She shivers with my touch and her eyelids flutter shut. Maybe I should walk away now, before it gets messy. Before I do something I can’t erase or clean up, but I don’t.
“You deserve so much, but I . . . I’m going to kiss you now.” I take her silence as permission. That, along with the encouragement from her fingers. They slide over my hips and dig into my flesh, tugging me closer still even after my lips cover hers. Sweet. She’s everything I want, and her mouth is as sinfully delicious as I remember.
My hands leave her face to trace the curves of her body. I don’t rush, gliding my lips in time with hers, eager to learn what she likes. She pushes her chest against my body while my fingers skim the hem of her sweater until they brush the outsides of her thighs. The big sweaters and sweatshirts she wears are a tease, because I know the sexy little body she hides beneath. My hands run up her sides, and I delight in the touch of her soft, warm skin. She must like it too because her lips part on a groan. The sound ignites my already fueling passion; I don’t hold back.
She grips my shirt and shoves the fabric up my abs. My tongue runs across her bottom lip and the silver ring that drives me crazy. Mr. Trent hardens painfully in my jeans at the promise of finally getting naked with the object of his obsession, but I remind myself to breathe and enjoy the simple rush from first touches and stolen kisses. I need this to be good for her, too. She’s nothing like the groupies who come for a quick ride. Lexi’s pleasure is my ultimate goal.
Our lips part and I pull my shirt the rest of the way off. “You, too.” I lift my gaze, and I’m left biting my lower lip when she grabs the edge of her sweater and peels it off her body to drop it to the floor. Her bra doesn’t do much for support. The green lacy triangles barely contain her breasts, and the outlines of her hard nipples show through. Her skin, so smooth and creamy, begs for my lips. I wonder if her panties match or if she’s not wearing any beneath those skimpy boy shorts.
“Fuck.” I toss my shirt toward one of the chairs.
Her lips, plump from kissing, part as she studies my bare chest. “When do you think the guys are coming back?” she says, lifting her eyes.
“Why?”
Her lips kick up and she raises her brows. “I’m not doing this for an audience.” Her gaze goes to the front of my jeans and I want to beat my chest like a fucking Neanderthal when her irises darken with desire.
“Good call. Hold on tight, Sugar Tits.”
Her mouth parts to argue, but I pick her up before she can speak. She squeals when I lift her over my shoulder and stride back to the bedroom. “Trent, put me down,” she cries out between peals of laughter. She tries to wriggle free but instead I grab her ass. Maybe I shouldn’t give in to my inner caveman, but it sure is fun indulging, if only for a few minutes.
Inside the bedroom I lock the door and bend down to let Lexi find her footing.
“Trent,” she says, cupping my face between her hands.
“Yes, Lexi.”
“Please stop calling me Sugar Tits.” She’s trying to act put out, but I can tell she’s holding back a laugh when her lips twitch.
My hands go to her waist, and I back her up until she hits the door. “No can do,” I whisper, kissing her once. “I’ve been thinking about them non-stop and I’m almost certain they’ll taste sweet as sugar.” Trailing my fingers under the straps of her bra, I slide the fabric off her shoulders enough that I can see the flesh of her nipples. They’re rosy pink and beg for my mouth.
“Why don’t you find out?” Her hands move behind her back, and the motion pushes her tits closer to my face. She unhooks her bra and the sexy lace drops further still.
I groan. No better invitation has ever been issued, and I dip my head to lick, kiss, and suck one glorious mound into my mouth. My hands find their way there too, and one cups the breast I’m lavishing with my lips while the other pinches and pulls at the opposite hardened peak. Lexi’s moans, groans, and tiny sighs are all that fill my ears. I love how she’s not a screamer, yet she shows me with her breaths and the active way her hands weave into my hair, pulling and gasping, so I can learn what she needs. My lips kiss across the valley of her breasts, moving to the other side to give it equal attention. This time my free hand explores further south.
My fingers dip into the waistband of her shorts, and her hands leave my hair to help me pull them off her hips, panties and all. “Fuck.” I groan when my fingers run over her pussy and find her wet. “I need a taste.” Dropping to my knees, I part her lips and inhale, savoring the scent.
“Happy birthday, Lex,” I say before licking between her legs. My tongue dips into her folds and her taste permeates my mouth. Like a bear to honey, I’m obsessed with her sweetness. I need all of her. More. I can’t imagine I’ll ever have my fill.
“Oh, God.” The words rush from her mouth as her breath rises and falls from her belly in heavy bursts. She’s close and I’ve hardly done a thing. I want to see her fall apart, climax and crash over the crest of pleasure, while riding the wave all over my face.
I lean back and stop eating her out to run my hands up the inside of her leg, pleased when her skin prickles with gooseflesh from my touch. Her hands brace against the metal doorframe. Her eyes follow my every move and I can’t help but stare as she watches my index and middle fingers dip deep into her center. My fingers mimic what my dick wishes he was doing. Patience, buddy. There’s no way I’m rushing this night with Lexi.
“Trent . . .” She groans, biting that full lower lip.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come with your mouth.”
Fuck. That’s it, the cherry on the p
roverbial sundae that proves Lexi is unequivocally the woman for me. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.” My eyes are trained on my fingers as they pump in and out of her center, the wetness creates music to my lust induced brain. “Leg up,” I instruct, and before she can question me, I use my free hand to hook under her knee and lift that leg over my shoulder. My lips find her clit and I flatten my tongue against it, stroking, sucking, and flicking until her fingertips claw into my hair, a combination of pleasure and pain.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmurs, and while I could drag this out, I can’t deny her release any longer. I’m just as greedy to see her come. To taste her juices as they flood, and lick every last drop. All it takes is faster fingers and a flick of my tongue, and her body collides with passion. “Fuck, Trent. Yes.” She groans, never shouting as her body spasms with her climax. Her fingers pull my hair and her head knocks back against the door when she peaks.
Slowing my movements, I drag out every last bit of her orgasm, extending her pleasure with languid strokes from my tongue and mouth. I remove my fingers from her core and lower her foot back to the ground. Little huffs of breath escape her mouth and she pushes my head away with soft laughter. “Enough. Enough,” she demands.
“You don’t want me to do that again?” I lift my brow and look up at her but she only rolls her eyes with another deep exhale.
“Give me a minute.”
“God, that was hot.” I fall back on my heels, catching my own breath as my cock pushes against my jeans. Down boy, I haven’t forgotten about you. “Thirty seconds,” I say with a wink, and when her brow narrows, I clarify. “You said a minute and it’s almost up.”
“What happens in a minute, exactly?” She starts to scoot to her right, away from the doorway, and away from my body. She’s flicking that ring at her lip again and I can’t tell if she’s nervous or turned on. Or maybe a little bit of both.
A chuckle escapes my mouth and I shake my head. “Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Tightening my quads, I stand and flick open the top button of my jeans.
She hurries around me and sits on the edge of the bed, sliding back until her head hits the back wall. Her legs are bent at the knees and she lets them fall open, putting her pussy on display for me. I groan. “Care to join me in the no pants party?” she says.
“Yes, please.” I don’t waste another minute, but kick off my shoes and socks, and shove my pants and boxers to the ground. My hand goes to my dick, unable to stop myself from stroking it from tip to base. Not when I can’t peel my eyes from the rock star vixen before me. “Touch yourself,” I say.
Lexi’s eyes darken with all the desire that flows through my veins, and she doesn’t hesitate. Her fingertips dance over her breasts and down her belly until they meet her wet folds.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my heart beating faster than it should. I take a few steps closer until I’m at the edge of the bed, and the only sounds in the room are our staggered breaths.
“I want to—” She licks those lips, her eyes trained on my hand from where it strokes up and down the length of my cock. Her breath comes heavy and I think I’m the luckiest man alive.
“You want to suck my cock, Lexi?”
Her eyes flick to mine and she nods. “Yes.” Her jaw falls open, forming the most tempting little O and I swear my cock jumps, knowing that’s his point of arrival.
“Fuck. Yes.” I kneel on the bed and she sits up to do the same, going onto all fours and crawling until I feel her breath fan across my cock.
She licks the tip and I hold it at the base, savoring the way her tongue sweeps over and around the sensitive skin. Her eyes, open and wide, peer up at me and it’s a surprise I don’t come right then. Innocent. But not. Challenge. But worth it.
“Open,” I practically growl and she complies without missing a beat. My hips push forward and my dick disappears inside her mouth. Her tongue moves along the underside and she tries not to gag when it hits the back of her throat. In and out, again and again, I shift my hips in a steady and unhurried pace. In and out. Those lips stay wrapped around my throbbing erection as we play the naughtiest game of peek a boo.
And then she groans.
I hold my breath; fucking cut myself off oxygen because I’m so damn close to coming inside that smart, sassy mouth, and I don’t want to make a fool of myself. I think I’ve almost achieved a few more minutes and she does the thing I least anticipate, but can’t fight.
She fucking cups the balls.
One little squeeze and I shout out a hasty warning. “I’m coming.” Only I already am. It’s too late and now I feel like a prick not only for blowing my load so fast, but for doing it in her mouth. Her lips stay locked around my dick and she sucks over and over again until I realize she’s swallowing.
Fuck me. I’d come again if I could.
“Come here,” I say and my hand grips the base of her neck until she pushes up on her knees. I bend over so my face is level with hers. “That was the best blow job of my life.”
She rolls her eyes. “Your life?”
“Lexi.” I fist her hair and she straightens when my gaze narrows. “No exaggeration. My life.” I can’t help myself as my lips cover hers and I kiss her so she knows exactly what she does to me, how fucking sexy she is, and how after one second in her presence I’m owned by desire, even though I know without a doubt she’s out of my league.
Pushing her backward lazily until her head finds the sheets, I make my way down her breasts, to her stomach, and further still until my lips find her center.
“You don’t have to . . . again. I mean, you already did,” she says before I can lick her there.
I blow softly at her wetness, spreading her pussy lips with my thumbs. “Lexi. There’s one thing I need to make perfectly clear right now. I am not one of those guys who is satisfied with only delivering one orgasm. I’m selfish. Which you’ve probably already figured out. I also love the taste of pussy, and yours is the sweetest I’ve ever had. You need to get used to the fact I’m gonna be down here.” I flick my tongue around her button of nerves. “A whole hell of a lot.” I blow again and this time I suck her clit into my mouth, pulsing it with the suction from my mouth.
“Mmm hmm.”
I release it with a pop. “That good with you?” I meet her eyes this time and wait for her response. She tries to lift her hips off the bed, to meet my mouth, but I hold her in place.
“I think I’ll live,” she says with a rush of breath.
“Take one for the team, will you?” I lift my brow, and as much as I’d love to continue teasing, the need to satisfy her conquers all and I resume my attention down south.
“Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop doing that, Trent,” she whispers.
I don’t ever intend to.
26
Lexi
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 u
p 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.”