Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(63)

Trey lifted his head and grinned at her. "I'm not telling you that. You'll laugh."

"I won't. I promise. I want to know more about you." But not so much that he should stop what he was doing. She clung to his head with both hands and directed his mouth to her breast. He sucked and stroked her tender nipple as his hands moved to the waistband of her pants. Oh God, what would that stud feel like against her clit? She pushed his hands aside impatiently and unfastened her pants, shoving them down over her hips to her ankles and kicking them and her boots aside in one hurried motion.

He lifted her to sit on the edge of the cold vanity. A hard tremor shook her entire body. He began his descent, his mouth moving down the center of her chest. His lips, tongue, and that hard metal ball blazed a trail of pleasure across her skin. Her belly clenched as he suckled and licked his way down her stomach.

"It's Sol," he whispered.

"Soul?" She felt a spiritual connection with Trey. There was no questioning that, but she didn't have any idea what he meant.

"My middle name is Sol. Like the sun."

Reagan giggled.

"I told you that you'd laugh. My dad is incredibly clean-cut and my mom was a flower child. Dad picked out my and Darren's horrible first names, and Mom picked out our ridiculous middle names."

"Darren?"

"Dare," he clarified.

"Oh. But Trey isn't a horrible name."

"Terrance is."




       
         
       
        
"Nah, it's not bad. At least you weren't named after two presidents."

"If you tell me your middle name is Bush, I'm not sure I'll be able to continue."

"Nope, it's worse than Bush."

"Most things are worse than bush." He drew his fingers through the small triangle of pubic hair on her mound.

She slapped him while stifling a grin. "Naughty."

"So tell me what it is or I won't be able to concentrate. I'll be too busy trying to think of presidents' names. Is it Kennedy? Reagan Kennedy is kind of cute."

"I wish."

"Johnson? That's almost as good as bush." He glanced up at her and actually flushed. "I mean if you like cock. Which I don't. But you probably do."

She covered his mouth with one hand. "It's Eisenhower."

Trey sniggered. "You don't expect me to actually believe that," he said, his words muffled by her hand.

"I'll show you my birth certificate sometime. My father is the quintessential Republican, and my mother couldn't care less what he named me. Can we not talk about our parents? It's a major mood killer."

She moved her hand and pushed his head down gently, wanting to know what magic that tongue jewelry of his was capable of inflicting. This was not the sexiest conversation they'd ever had.

"I will never complain about my name again, Reagan Eisenhower Elliot."

"You have no reason to, Terrance Sol Mills."

Trey shuddered. "Now that you know all my secrets you have to stay with me forever."

Reagan laughed and threaded her fingers through his silky hair. "I don't think I could learn all of your secrets in a lifetime, Trey Mills."

"Another reason to stick around." His lips brushed her belly and goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. "I have some good ones."

He suckled a trail down her lower belly, occasionally drawing the metallic ball in a circle as he made his way to the rapidly swelling flesh between her thighs. When the tip of his tongue flicked her clit, she sucked a ragged breath through her teeth. The anticipation was killing her. He seemed intent on increasing her need rather than alleviating it. His lips moved up to her belly again, sucking a spot just beneath her navel that drove her absolutely insane.

"Trey. Trey," she chanted.

"Hmm?" he murmured against her belly. He traced the rim of her belly button with his tongue, catching the stud on her skin and tugging it in a way that made her head swim. Now if only he'd take that circular tracing a little lower.

Fingers tangled in his hair, she pressed his head downward. He allowed her to direct him where she wanted him, his delightful tongue working against her swollen lips and then between them to her throbbing clit. He latched on with a hard suction and flicked his stud against the sensitive bit of flesh. Orgasm rapidly approached. She fought it, wanting more. It felt so good that she wasn't ready for it to end. She wondered what his tongue would feel like a few inches lower. She pressed his head down again and he released her clit. He changed the way he moved his tongue, tracing the rim of her opening repeatedly and then pressed a bit deeper. Deeper still. The contrast between his softer tongue and that hard little ball had Reagan writhing against his face. He moved a few inches down without her prompting, catching the ball in his tongue on the rim of her anus and tugging repeatedly. No penetration. Just teasing the surface. She shuddered.