Oh hell yesssssssssssssss.
Chapter Nineteen
“When a hot guy instructs you to lie naked and spread-eagle on his bed, you follow those orders without a second thought and let him give your vagina some good old fashion face-time.”
We manage to make it to his apartment in record time. I swear Trent was driving over ninety miles per hour the entire way, swerving in and out of traffic like a man on a mission—a one-man mission straight to my cock-pocket. I kept attempting to unzip his pants so I could feel him hard in my hands, but he put the kibosh on that.
“Don't even think about getting my cock out before we get home or else I'll pull over and fuck you in the bed of this truck, and I won't give a shit who sees us."
If that doesn't make you cream your panties, I'm not sure what would. Trent kept sliding his hand up and down my thigh, brushing his fingers over the apex of my sex, and then rubbing soft circles on my clit through my panties.
We're in the elevator now, and my back is pressed against the wall, my hands clenched tightly together. I'm struggling to be a good girl and wait until we make it inside his condo before I start attacking him like a sex-starved woman.
"Ah, fuck it," Trent says before quickly pushing the stop button on the elevator and tenaciously pushing himself against me. "I can't wait another minute. I have to be inside of you. Right. Now. I need to feel your tight, wet pussy around my cock more than I need my next breath." He makes quick work of his zipper and has my skirt around my waist faster than I could say, “Thrust me hard, Dr. Hamilton!”
He slides my panties to the side as he wraps my legs around his waist and plunges himself inside of me. He is thick and hard and deep—oh so deliciously deep. His hands are gripping my ass, and I clench tightly around him. Within an instant I'm lusciously full. I'm dripping wet from my arousal, and this only spurs my instinctual sexual desires to take over. My hands are frenzied, grabbing him, touching him, running my fingers all over his body.
And then he stops. Stops moving. Stops his delicious rhythm inside of me.
“FUCK,” Trent groans out and his eyebrows pull in. “Ellie…” He takes a choppy breath. “I can't believe I started this without a condom.” He rests his forehead against mine in frustration.
“It's o-okay,” I pant against his mouth. “I'm on birth control. Have been for years.” I urge his hips closer to mine with my heels.
“Fuck, Ellie. You make me crazy. You make me lose all control. I've never not used a condom, and yet with you, I just completely forgot…about everything. All I could think about was getting inside of you.” His eyes are remorseful, almost as if he feels like he's betrayed me.
I place my hand on his cheek and lock my gaze with his. “You make me crazy, too. And I've never been with anyone without a condom—even my ex. I can't believe you can get me so worked up that all rational thought just leaves the building.” I grin at him and rub my nose against his. “So uh…how about we get back to the crazy…you're still inside of me…and I'm still wet…so please…please keep fucking me.”
Trent lets out a rough growl as he slowly pulls out a few inches and then slams back inside of me, my back roughly hitting the elevator wall. And with that, my hands are all over him again, grasping every inch of his muscular body as he kisses up and down my neck. His breath is hot in my ear, causing delicious shivers up my spine.
Oh god yes.
Deeper. Harder.
Trent's large hands tightly clutching my ass as he continues to push inside of me, getting back that lusciously perfect rhythm. Each thrust brings me closer to climax. Each thrust has me moaning and panting and nearly screaming his name. My breathing is embarrassingly loud and echoing throughout the small elevator cart.
"Trent! Yes! Oh yes! Right there! Oh my god, right there!" I moan out with a raspy voice. My lips are pressed against his shoulder and I fight my urge to scream by roughly biting him through his shirt. My hands are tightly clasping his neck and I'm scratching my nails down his back from the intense feeling of his cock filling me to the hilt. He's stretching me, filling me, urging me closer with each thick penetration.
"Better than I could have ever imagined. Being inside of you, feeling you scratch your nails down my back and tremble in my arms is the best fucking thing I've ever experienced," Trent groans into my neck before using his teeth to pull down my shirt past my bra then doing that same sexy move to slide my bra down past my breast, exposing my pebbled nipple to his lustful eyes. He slides the flat part of his tongue across my nipple, swirling the tip. Around and around… My full breast fills his mouth, his tongue working me over.