I’m falling too…
Oh, fuck.
Sex is one thing.
There’s no rule that says I’m not allowed to sleep with one of the fighters. A fling would be fun but deep down I know I’d want more than just one night with this man.
He may think he’s falling in love… but what happens after we land?
Every neon sign in my head is flashing. Caution: Heartache Ahead.
I’ve been hurt before. I’m older now, wiser. I have a son.
“Trent,” I whisper, finding the courage to lay him down easy, “you can get any woman you want.”
“I want you.”
“But, why?” I shake my head, confused. “You’re wealthy, hot, talented, young…”
He glowers at that, looking at me as if he’s angry now. “I’ve never known you to underestimate your worth before, Della.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“The fuck it ain’t.” He tugs my hips over his with such force that I fall over on top of him. He holds my face in one hand.
“Trent,” I whimper, losing my breath. Losing my mind. “Stop teasing. The fact of the matter is… I’m old.”
“We’re both in our twenties.”
“But you’re in your early twenties.”
“You know my parents are ten years apart?”
Yes, I knew that. “I’ll be thirty next week,” I grieve.
He wraps me up in his arms, arresting me with his dark, intense stare, his hard erection pressed to me right where I want him.
“Then let me wish you a happy birthday,” Trent coos, his mouth open and hot against my ear. “How does that sound, Sunshine?”
Five
Della
Since I’ve known Trent I’ve known him to be a merciless competitor. I’ve known him to be focused, fearless, intent. I’ve known him to have the most soulful, stormy dark eyes.
I never thought it would be me on the receiving end of all of that. It’s one thing to be desired. It’s another to be wanted so fiercely by a man who always knows exactly what he wants and puts forth everything and never, ever stops until he gets it.
“…let me wish you a happy birthday. How does that sound, Sunshine?”
“Amazing…”
Trent puts his hands on the nape of my neck. “How long has it been since you’ve been soundly fucked?” he asks.
“Too long,” I murmur, breathlessly.
His eyes smolder and his nose flares. His breathing gets a little…uncontrolled. Now that’s new, too. “I’m going to make this so good for you, baby.”
I hear him, but I’m lost in the feel of his hands roving past my shoulders and down my arms, pulling me closer to him. He slides his fingers up and down my back and into my hair.
Slowly he turns me over and lays me down. I’ve seen him shirtless a bajillion times, but never from this angle before. Never with his gaze bearing down over mine. Never with his dick flexing eagerly against the apex of my thighs.
Never has my heart pounded this wildly for him.
For anyone… before now.
He’s taking his time with me, just like in a fight. He’s studying my form, ferreting out the limits to my control and strength. I’m quickly losing my grip on both.
“Can I just look at you?” I say in a voice so husky it doesn’t even sound like my own.
“Tit…for tat.” He grins.
My mouth gapes. Trent is such a beautiful specimen that I almost don’t want him to see me naked. He might look at me and see a healthy, womanly hourglass shape. But under my scrubs I’m more than boobs and butt, a round set of hips, and a soft yielding belly.
I’m also tan lines, and dimples, and stretch marks, too.
“How long have you wanted this, Trent?”
“Since the first day I laid eyes on you.” A year and a half ago?
“Why wait until now?”
“Thought I wanted that belt first,” says Trent. “I was wrong.” He stands over me then, looking down at my curvy body while he mindlessly jacks his cock. “There’s nothing I want more than I want you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
“Bare,” he says, groaning. “For starters.”
“I’m all yours.”
With a smirk, Trent makes fast work of my scrubs, unwrapping me quickly but deftly, like I’m the present, and he’s the overzealous kid at Christmas. It makes me giggle.
When I’m sitting up in just my bra and panties, he pauses for a breath and to just observe. After a low sound of approval, he circles his arms around me to unhook my bra and kiss the top of my head, pulling the straps gently down my arms.
Trent’s mouth wavers inches from mine for several beats before he kisses me, a real kiss, for the first time. My whole world spins in my chest. His lips are sensual and soft, even as they command my mouth to open for him. He shoves his hands into my hair. His tongue lashes mine.
He’s an assertive, passionate kisser, but there’s more than chemistry between us. I feel it now, from the tingling surface of my lips, down into the marrow of every bone in my body. There’s friendship between us, admiration, respect.
And love.
“Care to do more of that,” I whisper as we break apart, “down there?”
“Everywhere,” Trent says. “I plan to taste every exquisite inch of you, baby, and I’m not stopping till I’ve had my fill.”
On cue he kisses me again, briefly on the mouth, then his lips descend, drawing a slow, winding road southbound. Across the line of my jaw, down my throat, my chest. I swear he can feel my heart pound against his perfect mouth.
He swirls his tongue around my nipple, making it pebble, and then he tugs it into his warm mouth, first one, and then the other. By the time he lets go I’m wet to my knees, as my heart thumps harder for him. Trent coaxes me down onto my back again, and spreads my legs. He pulls my panties off and brushes his hands up my thighs, positioning himself between my knees.
He curls my legs over his shoulders, presses his nose down into my core, and breathes.
“Your pussy smells so fuckin’ sweet, Della.”
“Oh my god,” I cry out, as quietly as possible, as Trent’s tongue touches my slit, then glides up, up, languishing over my swollen clit. I squirm underneath him as he holds my thighs against his cheeks.
“Mmm,” he moans, sending more waves of pleasure into the pressure that’s already building, and pounding, and hot. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I reach for his thick, dark hair. I writhe and buck against his tongue. Determined, he sucks me between his lips, kissing, licking, nipping my flesh.
It feels so, so good, just like he promised. Too damn good.
“Trent, I’m co…”
My toes curl, my orgasm takes over, as I come all over his velvet lips. I’m completely wrung out as he slows his pace, then he looks up at me, a smile on his face. His full, sexy lips are wet with my syrup.
“Jesus,” I rasp.
“Ready for round two now, Sunshine?”
“Yes.”
He smiles wider, his dick jutting between us as he prowls back up my body, and claims my lips again. This time his mouth and stubbled chin are flavored with my scent. “Say it,” he says.