Velvet and Lace(44)

After a few more songs they returned back to the table, both laughing, smiling, and in need of water. Daphne glanced up at Trent, trying to keep the heat from her eyes but she saw his nostrils flare. He was standing at the end of the table and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Did you enjoy watching, baby?”

She nodded and sparks flickered in his eyes, mirroring her own.

“So I think we are going to head home.” Liam had slid out of the booth and was standing behind Anna with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Anna winked at Daphne and she knew exactly where they were headed since they had finally gotten some time off together Daphne couldn’t blame them. She hugged each of them goodbye and watching, laughing, as they scampered away.

“I think we should go home too.” Daphne whispered the words in Trent’s ear as he took a sip of his beer. He slowly lowered the bottle to the table and then slid out of the booth. Daphne smiled seductively at him, as she twisted her legs, purposefully giving him a peak at her panties as she scooted out behind him.

His hand was hot on her lower back as he took care of the bill at the bar. Trent nodded to Logan, and then walked her outside. When he helped her into the truck his had slipped into the crack of her ass. She almost moaned out loud but bit her lips to keep from drawing attention to them in the parking lot.

When Trent climbed into the driver’s seat, Daphne slid closer to the center console so that she could rest her hand on his thigh. He was tense as he pulled out of the parking lot. When she slid her hand up to rest in the vee of his legs, resting the back of her hand against his balls, he cursed. But she smiled when he never asked her to move her hand.

As they drove back to Trent’s apartment, Daphne grew bolder as she began to move her hand up and down, rubbing his balls slowly. She knew he was rock hard under his jeans and she loved the white-knuckled grip he had on the steering wheel. They didn’t say anything as they made the drive but as they neared the apartment Daphne moved her hand to stroke his length with her fingertips and he let out a harsh curse.

She never looked at his face. She was trying to be playful yet remain detached. It wasn’t working. Just the feel of his cock under her fingertips was making her pussy clench. She didn’t wait for him to help her out of the truck this time.

They walked silently to the door, at a slightly hurried pace. As soon as Trent unlocked the door, Daphne stepped inside and stripped off her dress. Standing in her demi-push up bra, lace panties, and her favorite cowboy boots, she felt sexy.

Trent slowly turned around from locking the door and there was a depth of fire in his gaze. He looked like a predator. Her first instinct was to run and she knew she would love the chase. She would love to be caught and perhaps punished. Almost as soon as the wicked thought crossed her mind, Trent lifted his lips in a half smile and crooked his finger motioning her to come to him.

“Do you have any idea how much torture that was? I could barely concentrate on driving.” She stepped into his embrace and his hands, once again, slipped down to her behind. He cupped her cheeks and lifted her hips against his, bringing her up onto her tip toes. He took a step forward and easily lifted her into his arms.

“Mmm, my favorite place to be.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he walked through the apartment. She placed a kiss on his chin, his neck, his nose, and finally his mouth as he stepped into his bedroom.

“I enjoy this position too.” He ground his hips against hers, rubbing his dick against her core, grazing her clit. He set her down on the bed and then held up a hand for each boot, helping her wedge them off. Then he began to strip for her. With each article of clothing he lost, her panties got a little wetter but she made no move to strip them off. She was enjoying the gorgeous man getting naked in front of her.

Once he was naked, she reached for him and he willingly stepped closer so that she could touch him. She ran her nails over his abs and sides. Then down to his thighs and knees and then back up again, repeating the motions. Each time she got closer and closer to his cock until she finally ran her fingertips lightly over his balls, loving the way they moved when she touched them.

His cock jerked when she ran her finger lightly over the broad tip. Trent put his hands on his hips, letting her explore freely. After a few moments, she gripped him firmly and slowly stroked his cock before she looked up at him.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” Daphne whispered.

Trent sucked in a breath at her words, and his cock pulsed in her hand. “Are you sure?”

Trent stroked her cheek and she leaned into his touch. “Yes, completely. I want that connection with you. I need that connection with you.” She stood before him and stripped off her bra and thong, leaving her body bared to his gaze. She slipped her hands around his neck and pressed herself too him. “I really want this.”