“Elle, baby, I can't take much more.”
I pull back so my lips are still wrapped around the head of his shaft. “Come in my mouth, Trent. I need to taste you.”
“Oh, god! Ellie…I'm so close!” he hisses through clenched teeth, and I feel the tip of his cock get even harder, letting me know he is almost there.
I purr at the sight of Trent crying out in ecstasy. I vigorously suck him while involuntary mewling sounds escape my throat.
“Yes!” His head falls back and his hands clench tighter into my auburn hair. I swallow his cum greedily as Trent continues to spurt his seed. He stares down at me as he continues to make small, slow thrusts, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
Moaning, shuddering, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes filled with rhapsody. I smile around him and lick every last drop of cum from the tip.
“God, you're amazing.” Pulling me up by my arms and hugging me tightly to his chest, Trent leans back and looks deep into my eyes before placing tender, reverent kisses on my lips.
“I think I'm in love with you, beautiful girl.”
I smile against his insistent mouth.
“I think I'm in love with you too.”
I can't ignore the rush of fear that fills my gut when those words slip past my lips. I'm scared shitless.
Scared and happy.
Afraid and excited.
Worried and overjoyed.
My mind and my heart might as well be at war with themselves.
Before any more thoughts or emotions cross my mind, Trent hurriedly kisses the worry, the fear, and the nearly overwhelming anxiety away. He pushes all the negativity out of my head with the feel of his lips against mine, his warm hands embracing me.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Superhero cocks don't fuck around. They mean business.”
I'm sitting on Trent's kitchen island, my legs crossed, dressed in one of his old college t-shirts and pair of black cotton panties. My hair is a disaster—evidence of the hot, vigorous sex Trent and I have engaged in all morning. A strand of my auburn locks falls down across my face and I try to blow it out of the way, failing miserably. Trent chuckles at my laziness as he uses chopsticks to dig into one of the many Chinese take-out containers strewn across the granite marble counter top. I roll my eyes as I languidly tuck the errant hair behind my ear.
Sitting on one of the wooden barstools with his shoulder leaning against my leg, Trent might as well be a god damn cover model. Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how fuckable he looks on a daily basis. Right now, Trent Hamilton is fuckable.
So fucking fuckable.
He's dressed in only a pair of grey boxer briefs, and his hair is still damp from the quick shower he took after round…four, I think? I've honestly lost count of how times my O-face has made an appearance today.
I'm starting to develop a habit of licking my lips whenever Trent's sexy ass is strutting around. He's downright delicious and he seems to cause my brain to malfunction, turning me into a twenty-eight-year-old with constant ladyboners and a propensity for licking her lips like she's a fucking dog watching its owner eat a giant, juicy cheeseburger.
Note to self: Buy Chapstick.
I think he might make me a drool a little bit, too. Not one hundred percent certain of this, but wait, let me check… Yep, I'm officially drooling on myself.
Add extra paper towels to my grocery list.
I discreetly wipe the small dribble that is hanging off of my lip and pray that I manage to do this without Trent noticing. I peek over at him out of the corner of my eye and thankfully he's still savoring his Kung Pao chicken. Seriously, this man is consuming my head and turning me into a lick-lipping, ladyboner-sporting, mouth-drooling, cock-craving, bumbling idiot. I'm blaming this on him.
Trent Hamilton and his Hamiltonian Effect.
Yes, the Hamiltonian Effect. This is an actual thing. At least it is now, and I know this from experience because I got the full Technicolor experience last night. And let me tell you, Trent is hands down the best sex I've ever had. He puts new meaning to the phrase, “Take me to Pound Town.”
After eighteen straight hours of getting acquainted with him, I've come to one conclusion. His cock is a superhero. That mind-blowing piece of equipment deserves its own secret headquarters, cape, covert car, superhero side-kick, and independent wealth to purchase the giant mansion with a cave that he can fill with all of his superhero gadgets.
“What has your mind so entertained right now?” The sound of his voice encourages my eyes to wander towards his as I take another bite of chicken fried rice.
“Huh? What makes you think my mind is so entertained right now?” I place my chopsticks down next to me and my arms rest in my lap.
“The small smirk you keep flashing. What filthy thoughts are rolling through that head of yours?”