by Marni Mann
He moaned against my mouth. “Always.”
I released him and leaned back, so he could get a really good look at my red lace bra. His tongue licked over his bottom lip as his gaze dropped down.
Then I grabbed his shirt again and whispered into his ear, “I want you inside me, Trapper, and I don’t think I can wait a second more.”
“Fuck.”
He unclasped my bra with one hand. As quickly as he pulled it off me, his mouth was on my nipple, sucking and teasing the hardened tip. That was when I finally felt his warmth. His tongue was like fire, spreading heat through my breasts, making the wetness start to drip from my pussy.
“So soft,” he said. “And you taste so good.”
With his tongue licking up my neck, I unbuttoned his shirt. His right shoulder was completely covered in ink—dark lines and shadowy filler, thick shapes I wasn’t able to make out in the dim light.
“Demanding my cock…I like that.” His hands were on my hips, stilling them.
I hadn’t realized they’d been grinding against the stone, silently begging for his dick to fill me.
“I just want you,” I told him.
“You’re going to get me. Right now.”
A breeze of his cologne rushed past my face as he carried me through another room and up a staircase. His hands were all over me; his mouth was on mine. I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t touch enough of his skin, couldn’t get as close to him as I wanted. When he placed me on his bed, I leaned back and pressed my boots over the end of the mattress. He stood at the foot, my skin heating under his stare.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“No. Everything is just right.”
“You’ve already seen my body. I sent you pictures of it.”
“Those pictures”—he laughed—“were sexy, and they made me want to get on a plane and come home to you. But those pictures were nothing like what I’m looking at right now.”
I let him admire me for a moment more before I reached for his heavy belt buckle and pulled at his fly. “It’s my turn.”
He slid out of his boots and let his jeans and boxer briefs drop to the floor. The leather bracelets and long silver chain were the only things left. Corded thick muscles ran across his shoulders and his chest. The tattoos spread down his right arm and stopped at his wrist. A defined set of abs was etched into his stomach, meeting his waist at the V.
The V…he had a fucking V.
My eyes dropped a little further, and I felt myself sigh into the air. So hard, so thick…so long. Trapper and Cody didn’t have twin cocks at all. Trapper had him beat. Big time.
“Brea?”
I slowly looked up. “Yeah?”
“Where did you go?”
“I got a little lost in your body…and then I completely vanished when I saw your dick.”
He laughed again—this time, a little deeper. And then he reached for my boots, yanking them off, and my jeans next until I was spread over the bottom of his bed in just my red lace panties.
“It’s my turn now,” he said.
I bent my knees as he knelt into the bed and pulled the lace to the side, so his long tongue could lap my clit.
“Oh my God, Trapper.” I gripped the blanket underneath me and squeezed it between my fingers. “You feel…so good.”
“I could eat this all night.”
That tongue…I could hardly believe the things it was doing to me, the way it was flicking across that sensitive spot, the force and speed in which he used. I was tugging so hard on the comforter, it felt like I was about to split it down the middle.
“Trapper,” I moaned. Before he put a finger inside me, which would bring me so far that I’d be lost again, I gripped his hair and pulled as hard as I could. “Come fuck me. Now.”
As he crawled up my body, he nibbled his way up my skin. My panties were the only thing between us now, and I wiggled them down as he moved higher. When he got to my face, he reached above me to the nightstand beside the bed and returned with a foil packet. Then he leaned back on his heels and ripped the corner of the foil with his teeth. I watched as he rolled it on. How could something as unattractive as a condom, something I’d seen a man put on so many times before, look this incredibly sexy on him? It was more than just his body that was causing me to get wetter. It was that perfect cock. The shaft made my mouth water, and my tongue wanted to lick across it. His crown would definitely hit the back of my throat. He was going to send me into a moaning fit, and the thought of it made my knees tremble.
“You just spread your legs for me, and I haven’t touched you yet.”
“You don’t have to…and I’d spread them further if I could.”
“You are so fucking sexy.” He inched back to the edge of the bed and stood. Then he gripped my thighs and pulled me toward him. “Get over here.”
When I reached the end, he lifted me, and my legs wrapped around his waist.
“In the air again?”
“No.” He wedged my ass just high enough, so the tip of his cock touched my hole. “In my arms.” He continued to hold me over the top of his crown. “Kiss me, Brea.”
I did, and he plunged himself fully inside me. I shuddered from the fullness, from the way I stretched to fit all of him. My arms circled around his neck, and I linked my toes and held on as he rocked my body back and forth against him. It took every bit of strength I had not to come immediately.
“So wet and tight and fucking perfect,” he panted.
He was so perfect, too, giving me that perfect cock I had wanted for so long.
His thrusts were passionate and filled with darkness. He wasn’t lying on top of me; our hands weren’t clasped and he wasn’t moving in a light, sensual rhythm. He was fucking me in the air; his breaths were guttural grunts. With every pump, he was trying to empty his darkness into me, like he was cleansing himself of the shadows that haunted him.
And I was more than willing to take it all.
“I’m gonna come if you keep tightening your pussy around me,” he said.
I dug my nails into his shoulders. “I can’t help it,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”
He moved us over to the wall, my back hitting it so hard that it took away my breath. “I’m sorry,” he groaned into my neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, not even close.” I scratched his skin, urging him to drive into me harder. “Don’t stop. I want more of this. More of you.”
He couldn’t hurt me even if he tried, and he wouldn’t break me.
He was kissing and caressing spots that I didn’t even know I liked having touched. I was completely entranced. Nothing had ever felt like this before. As he held me with so much power, his cock keeping me anchored to him, I was lost, wandering, falling through so much pleasure.
“Come back to me,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes and cupped his face. “I’m here.” I pressed my lips to his.
He slowed a bit, which only made me ache more. “Did I lose you?”
“Not even for a second.”
He began to rub my clit. “How about now?”
“Oh, fuck, Trapper, that’s it. God, that’s definitely it.”
“Kiss me.” Those dark gray eyes were as demanding as his command had been. “I want to know how your mouth tastes when you come.” He looked down, increasing the strength in which he rubbed me. “And then I’m going to taste your pussy after.”
He had mentioned that during our sexy time on the phone. It made me smile as I remembered it, and I leaned forward to capture his mouth. I could taste sex on him—sensual, erotic, intensely lustful. His tongue danced around mine, and I completely unwound. The burst spiked through my stomach, and I shouted against his lips.
“That felt so fucking good,” he breathed against the most sensitive spot on my neck.
Holy hell. This man really was perfect.
The shuddering stopped just as he picked up speed again.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he said.
I clasped them like he had told me.
“Don’t let go until I tell you to.” He pulled me off the wall and carried me to the bed. He stood in front of the mattress, his face pressed so close to mine. “Let go.”
My legs clutched his waist as my body bent backward toward the bed. When my shoulders hit the mattress, I put my arms over my head and used them to steady me. I’d never been in this position before, but it gave him full access to my pussy, my clit; it allowed him to reach forward and pinch my nipples. He took full advantage.
All of the sensations overtook me, and I closed my eyes to enjoy it. It was the first time he’d ever been inside me, but he knew every angle of my body, how I wanted to be fucked, the spots I wanted touched, how I wanted him to lick me. It was impossible, yet it felt so true.
I tightened my feet around his ass and held on with every bit of strength I had left. The tingling was back inside my clit. A few more thrusts, and I would be coming again.
“I need more of you,” he said.
“More?” I looked up at his eyes.
That scar…damn, it was hot.
“More.”
He lifted me off the bed again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Now, kiss me.”
I buried my tongue in his mouth, and his thrusts started to deepen. His breath was becoming ragged. I could feel his moans on my tongue and across my face.
“Come again right now.”
That was all I needed to hear. I was already so full of him, my orgasm on the verge of exploding…and it did.
“Ahhhhh…” I breathed as he pumped into me. So much pleasure passed through my body. I could barely handle it.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re milking my cock as you come.”
He still rubbed my clit, causing my hips to buck, my legs to jerk, and I pushed against him as hard as I could.
“Jesus, Brea, you’re so tight right now; you’re going to make me come, too.”
He held me with so much power and strength as he emptied himself inside me. I felt the waves of pleasure pass through his body by the way he stroked me, how each thrust came with the yummiest groan. He didn’t pull out when he was done.
“You’re incredible. The way you feel, the way you sound, the way you taste. I can’t get enough of you, Brea.”
How could this man look even sexier after all the hair-pulling and kissing and screaming? But he did…oh God, he did.
“Good, because I want more of you, too.”
He nipped my lip. “How about a shower?”
“You don’t have to ask. I’ll do anything as long as it involves you.”
“I’m going to get you all soapy and wet and then feed you, so you’ll regain some of your strength. Then I’m going to fuck you again. But there’s something I have to do first.”
“What’s that?”
He laid me down gently on the bed and moved his face between my legs. Then, he smiled and licked his lips. “I’m going to taste your cum.”
Trapper
“Trapper!” Adrianna shrieked as I answered her call. “We have a problem. A big one.”
Brea sat next to me at the counter, eating the sandwich I’d made her, her hair still wet from our shower. She was close enough to hear Adrianna’s shouting, so I turned down the volume.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m at the pickup. Things were going so smoothly, and now…they’re not. I hate to say this, let alone ask for it, but I need your help. And I need it really fast.”
It was after midnight. The few guys I could have trusted to do this would be at Aced and too deep into their games to hear their phone ring. Roman was probably home and asleep with his ringer off. That left only me…and I didn’t do pickups. I couldn’t do them.
“I’ll be there.”
“I’m so sorry, Trapper,” Adrianna said. “But hurry…please.”
I didn’t understand what the fuck was going on. When Dawson said he suspected the seller could be a rough one, I’d hired a guy to escort Adrianna and her assistant. The dude was huge, and he came strapped. Nothing should have happened while he was there.
And, now, I had Brea staring at me with sad eyes. I slid my phone in my back pocket and stood from the barstool. She turned toward me, and I wrapped my arms around her.
“You’re leaving?” she asked.
“I have to.” I didn’t want to take off, not after what had gone down between us tonight. I knew the scene I’d be walking into would haunt me for a while, but Adrianna needed me, and I couldn’t let her down. “I’ve got to go get dressed.”
Before Brea could ask any questions, I rushed upstairs and threw on a hoodie, a pair of boots, and a beanie. My gun was in the safe in my closet; it wasn’t something I liked to bring out, but I didn’t see any way around it. I made sure the safety was on before I tucked it into the waist of my jeans.
When I got back downstairs, I kissed Brea on the cheek. “Stay here, and get some sleep.” She said nothing. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I should be back before you wake up.”
“It’s okay. I can take a cab home.”
There it was—the disappointment I was expecting.
“We’ll just meet up tomorrow night or something,” she said.
She was dressed in my T-shirt. It came all the way down to her knees. Her wet hair was resting over the top of her tits, soaking the shirt just enough that I could see those perfect pink nipples. I brushed my thumbs over them as I kissed her.
“No, I want you to stay. I’ll wake you when I get back.”
“Your call sounded really serious. Is everything okay?”
“Some work stuff came up.”
Her face went blank. “You mean…there’s a poker emergency?”
Lying was not the way I wanted to start things between us. But I didn’t have time to explain anything right now, and I didn’t want her to worry while I was gone. I just had to feed her something, so I could get the hell out of here. “The club I play at is having a little problem. I need to fix it. It’s nothing serious.”
“Okay.” The disappointment was still there, but the worry seemed to be gone.
I’d make it up to her, but for now, I kissed her cheek, enjoying the way my shampoo made her hair smell. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
I grabbed my keys and got into my car, plugging the address Adrianna had sent me into my app. It calculated the route and said I’d be there in fifteen minutes. I texted Adrianna to let her know, and then I started driving.
Shit had gone wrong at some of the other pickups. Things like that happened when you were in our line of work and dealt with the kind of people we did. Sellers would try to negotiate for more money at the last minute or they weren’t home when they said they’d be or they’d have people over when we specifically told them not to. No matter how much we planned—and we planned for the fucking worst—we couldn’t predict what would go down. But until the more recent episode when Adrianna came back with one import short, we always took home the amount we planned for. And in all these years, she’d never asked me to come to a pickup…and I’d never offered.
Something told me I’d never forget this one.
Brea
I stared at the crust of my sandwich, which I’d rolled into a ball in the middle of my plate. A bit of yellow mustard had smeared across my light-pink nail polish, so I licked it off. There was almost no sound around me, other than the hum from Trapper’s fridge and the random, unexpected creaks coming from his ceiling. Aside from the pendants that hung over the bar I sat behind, there wasn’t any light in the room.
So, what the hell was I still doing here?
I couldn’t imagine why a poker club would need Trapper’s help this late at night. It was well past midnight. Didn’t places like that have bouncers or security guards to take care of any problems that came up? Something didn’t feel right about it. Maybe it was because it was a woman who had called, and he’d turned down the volume, so I
wouldn’t hear her. It was a nice try, but he wasn’t fast enough. That move just made it feel like some shady shit was going on.
There was also a chance I was just being extra sensitive because there was so much about him that I still didn’t know. I didn’t expect to learn it all immediately; Trapper seemed like a super private person, so it was going to take some time. But if I knew at least a little more about his poker life, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much when he ditched me.
And maybe if Cody hadn’t done it so often, it wouldn’t have bothered me at all.
“I’ll be back before you leave for work, love.”
I felt Cody’s lips on my cheek and opened my eyes, trying to focus on the clock on my nightstand. It was two in the morning.
“Where are you going?”
“I got called in. They need me.”
“Now? But it’s your day off.”
“Yes, baby, now.”
I turned on the lamp beside my bed. “Couldn’t you tell them that your girlfriend hasn’t slept in the same bed as you for over a week? And that we need at least one full night together?”
“That’s not a reason for me not to go in.”
I was a little groggy, still feeling the wine we’d shared at dinner. But that wasn’t why my hands were shaking. I couldn’t believe he was doing this again. Maybe I should have felt grateful that we’d gotten to have dinner together and watched a movie…even though he’d passed out halfway through it, and I had to wake him to go to bed.
But all I could think about was hearing my front door close and reaching over to his side of the bed and feeling nothing but cold sheets. I hated that about us—his side always feeling cold. For one night, I just wanted to stretch out my leg and have my toes touch his warm calf. I wanted to roll over to his side and be able to wrap my arms around him instead of a pillow. I wanted to know he was here, with me, not out there on the streets.
“Okay,” I said. I didn’t want to argue, and nothing I said would make him stay. “I’ll see you when I get up for work.”
I knew that wasn’t the truth. There was no way he’d be back by then. He never was. And the only time we’d get to spend together was when he stopped by my office to bring me lunch. At least we had that.