Easy Come(Plaything #1)(15)

My throat went dry as it occurred to me that this was happening. I was going to have sex with Trey Armstrong. Shit. What if it turned out to be peanut butter sandwiches? Impossible. The man had only looked at me and my panties were already clinging to me with moisture. I swallowed away the dryness. "I would like to see the whole catalog, if possible."

"Considering how many times I've gone through this in my mind, I don't think that will be a problem."

"You've gone through this in your mind?"

"Many times." His mouth pressed hard against mine, and before I realized it, my bra slid down my arms and off my hands. I went to kick off my high heels, the one piece of my party attire I was more than eager to take off, but Trey pulled his mouth from mine long enough to mutter a command.

"Leave them on." The second the words left his mouth, I felt my panties drop to my ankles. Apparently, stealthy moves that undressed women without their realizing it was one of his powers. The other one had to do with his kisses, kisses that I was feeling straight through my entire body.

Trey's arm smoothed up my back. He gripped my hair in his hand, tugging it back just enough to lift my face higher. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip before slipping inside. A deep groan rattled his chest as he swept me up into his arms. I took the opportunity to kick my panties free from my ankles. Trey carried me down a short hallway to a beautiful bedroom with a massive bed that was covered with satiny linens.

He hesitated and I worried he was having second thoughts. I lifted my head from his shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked with some trepidation that he would drop me back to my feet and call the whole thing off.

Trey shook his head. "I want you so fucking badly, I can't even decide where to start."

I smiled and ran my fingers over his chin. "Just start with your favorite go to move, and we'll see where it leads."

"Right." He dropped me rather abruptly in the center of the bed. Again, I reached to remove the shoes, but he grabbed both my ankles and slid my bottom toward the edge of the bed. The satin sheen on the sheets made me nearly slip over the side.

"Thought I told you to keep those on."

"My mom used to scold me when I put my shoes on the bed. Old habits, I guess."

Trey propped my heels up on the bed so that my knees were up. He set my feet wide enough apart that my pussy was in full view, and rather than follow my instinct to drop my knees together and shield that view, I found myself dropping my knees farther apart.

"You really do have powers," I said, my voice much grittier sounding than before. "I find myself doing things that I never would have done in front of other men."

His demeanor had darkened, and the set of his jaw was serious and sharp. "You mean like spreading your knees, so I can see that beautiful pussy?" He ran his hands along my inner thighs and pushed my legs even wider as his fingers neared my pussy. His eyes stayed focused on my face for a moment longer, then his lashes dropped and he gazed down at my most intimate parts. I sucked in a breath as his finger dragged through the moisture pooling between the folds of my pussy. Then he lifted that same finger and tasted it. The erotic gesture caused gooseflesh to rise on my whole body. I badly wanted him to taste more of me. I dropped my knees wider, in invitation.

"That's it, baby." He lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt. He went to push the shirt off his shoulders.

I leaned back on my elbows. "Stop. Leave it on." I lifted one high heel toward his cuffs. "Unbutton those and roll them back to expose your forearms."

He curved his brow in question.

"Hey, we've all got our fantasy thing." I lifted my leg again to point out the shoes he made me keep on. "You've got your high heels. I want my rolled up shirt sleeves." I blinked up at him. "Shit, that sounded sexier in my head."

He grinned down at me as he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to get to work. He was, it seemed. He knelt down next to the bed and began with a trail of kisses along my inner thigh.

His hands slid beneath my ass, and he lifted me to his mouth and probing tongue. I gripped the bed covers and dropped my knees wider as he stroked the entire intimate length of my pussy with his tongue. His finger slipped inside of me, then two, as his tongue continued to stroke my clitoris. Oral sex had always been hit or miss with me, and I'd blamed myself. But, it seemed, it was the partner that made it a success. And this particular partner knew me as if he'd been between my thighs a million times. He knew exactly the right pressure and the places to touch that made me nearly slide off the satiny bed.

As my body reached that point of no return, where it felt as if someone was just about to pop the cork on a shaken bottle of champagne, I rocked against the rhythm of his mouth. Each time his fingers, now at least three, impaled me.

"Trey," I moaned, "holy shit, Trey."

His hands still had a firm hold on my ass, and he spread my cheeks apart as he pushed my pussy firmly against his mouth. My wide spread knees closed around his head, and I held him there, captive between my thighs as I came hard against his mouth. His tongue didn't stop its sensual dance along my clit. Each caress made my entire body convulse with pleasure.

A growl rolled up from his throat. He pushed to his feet, his lids heavy with lust. He pushed the shirt from his shoulders. His naked chest seemed to revive the stirrings he'd left behind with his mouth and fingers. He unbuttoned his fly. I watched eagerly, nearly biting a hole through my lip as he pushed his pants down and off. Yep, everything about him was perfect.

"I don't want to kill the mood, but do you have a condom?"

Even his ass was gorgeous as he walked to the dresser and pulled a handful of condoms out of his overnight bag. He carried the fistful of condoms to the bed and dropped them on the nightstand.

"Wow, yes. I guess the answer is yes. I like a man who comes prepared." My eyes flicked sideways to the shiny packages piled on the nightstand. "That's a lot of them."

"Yeah? I was just wondering if I brought enough." He towered over the bed. I watched with eager anticipation as he rolled the condom on, stretching it to capacity.

I scooted back as he knelt on the bed and stood over me on his hands and knees. "Georgie, I've been waiting to have you naked in my arms since the first second I laid eyes on you. Spend the night with me and you'll have enough, not just for an article, but for a whole damn book." He leaned down and kissed me lightly, ending the intimacy with a light bite on my bottom lip.

"See, I knew that lip was bitable. This time, I just need to be inside of you. We can get creative later because we've got all damn night." He took hold of my hands, lifted them up by my head and held them firmly against the mattress. He settled between my thighs, gazing down at me as if he could read every emotion on my face.

His mouth covered mine and a deep moan vibrated my throat as Trey pushed inside of me. He started long slow movements, impaling his cock into me in deep sweeping movements. With each thrust, his arcing movement jammed his cock tighter, touching every sensitive place, including the magic G-spot that I’d had no idea existed until the wonderful toy pointed it out to me. But Trey wasn't just any man, he was a man who made a business out of pleasure, and he was giving that pleasure to me good.

He held my hands firmly against the bed, even though I struggled some to touch him, to feel his muscular shoulders as he braced his body over mine. But he kept control of my arms and, for that matter, my entire body. I loved every minute of it.

His hazel eyes glittered with hints of green as he gazed down at my face, watching me as he drove into me with long, fluid motions. With each delicious dive into my pussy, his cock grazed that sweet spot that made my entire body pulse with pleasure.

"You will come for me, Georgie. I won't finish until I've felt your pussy tighten around me."

His request was easy to grant. I was teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm. I lifted my bottom off the bed to meet his thrusts. "Oh, Trey, yes, fuck yes!" Drugging waves of ecstasy rippled through me as my pussy clamped around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled. "I knew you would feel like this. I knew you'd be fucking perfect."

As sputtering, tender aches pulsated through me, Trey began moving faster, his body meeting mine, knocking the breath from me with each thrust. I threw my legs around his waist, making it easier for him to pump his cock into me. He released my hands. They tingled as I gripped his arms. He held me firmly beneath him and drove into me so hard the bed thumped against the wall.

"Fuck yes," he groaned as his arms stiffened in my grasp. His entire body was like hard steel as he came inside of me.

I reached up and wiped the bead of sweat off his forehead as his breathing slowed. He turned his face and kissed the inside of my wrist, gently. I was stunned how much I enjoyed just that simple gesture.

Trey dropped down next to me and pulled me into his arms to spoon. I stroked his magnificent forearms as they tightened around me. I had one phrase running through my head—anything after sex with this man was going to just be peanut butter sandwiches.





Chapter Twenty-One





Trey





The work week had stretched on impossibly long. Georgie and I had both worked hard to fit some alone time into our schedules, but I had been looking forward to a weekend with her at my house. We even both agreed to unplug from the internet and our phones for at least half of that time.