I devour the lips I crave while laying her on her bed. Her fingers make a deep claim into my back while her legs clasp around my ass, drawing me inside. Heavy eyelids surrender; she moans my name. Resisting the urge to move, my jaw relaxes to release my labored breath as I wait for her to look at me again.
Opening her eyes she moves her hands to my face. “But most of the time…” she kisses me and I rock my hips into her beautiful body “…I wonder what I’d ever do without you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Trick plays every part of my body with the expert precision of a concert pianist playing ten sheets of Bach—soft, hard, fast, slow, and an infinity of beautiful in between.
“Trick … please …. oh please … I-I’m so close … oh … God … there, right … there …” I arch my back, sitting astride him as our bodies sync in rhythm, seeking the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.
He sits up with nothing between us but sweat and flesh. Our mouths absorb every guttural moan and cry, and when he releases with a vibrating groan, I climax into another world. Never … and I mean never, ever have I experienced anything like it. In every look, every touch, every breath there’s friendship, love, and a feeling bigger than words—an unexplainable synergy.
We collapse onto the sweat-soaked sheets looking like we just finished a marathon. I don’t sweat this much when I bike.
“What was that?” I say through labored breaths, staring at the ceiling.
Trick chuckles with his hand resting over the wet smattering of fine dark hair on his chest. “Fucking mind-blowing.”
“Yeah…” I laugh “…that sums it up pretty good. I mean, that wasn’t normal.”
He rolls on his side with his head propped up on his elbow. “Superhuman sex?”
I giggle. “Yes. Like in the movies when two immortals have sex you know it’s just … transcendental.”
“You’re the sexy superhero, I’m merely the immortal.” Leaning forward he sucks my nipple into his mouth and drags his teeth along it with a wicked grin.
I shove him on his back and roll onto him, biting his salty, wet neck. “It was all you. I was playing catch up the whole time, like I always do with you.”
He gathers my hair into a ponytail and twists it one direction and then the other. “As I recall I let you go first, and I think you went second too. You’re welcome.”
I laugh into his neck. “You and your recollections are a real handful.”
He kisses my head. “As I recall, you proved I’m easily two hands full.”
I sit up and smack him with my pillow. “What is it with you men and your penises? Yes, you’re ginormous and what you do with it is legendary. Is that what your ego needs?”
Trick grabs my pillow and hugs it to his chest. “Legendary huh?”
Jerking my pillow from him, I flop back onto the bed with my back to him. “Ugh! Goodnight.”
Hooking his arm around my waist, he pulls me into him, nuzzling his whiskery face along the back of my neck. “Goodnight, sexy.”
*
Nothing beats buttered toast, strawberry jelly, and eggs with your breakfast soul mate. Of course I don’t say this to Trick because he’s not a fan of gushy things like OMG BFF stuff. The only things he despises more are Emojis in texts so of course all of my texts to him are filled with them and some are all Emojis. My love for him may be a bit sick and twisted.
“Rachel wants us to come for dinner this week when our schedules allow, aka tomorrow night because that’s the only night my father doesn’t already have plans.”
Trick walks up behind me, shirtless, and cups my ass while brushing his scruff along my neck.
“Down boy, or your over-easy eggs are going to collide with my scrambled,” I warn, holding up the spatula.
He smacks my ass then hops up on the counter. “I’m surprised your father wants to see me again.”
“That would be a surprise.” I grin bringing the spoon from the jelly toward my mouth.
Trick grabs my wrist and leans down licking the jelly off my spoon. “You’re crossing the line, buddy.”
“Lines?” He hops down and carries our plates to the table. “Are there lines between us?”
“Yes, jelly ones. Rule number one … at my place I lick the jelly off the spoon.”
He rubs his barefoot across mine under the table. “Well if you want to lick jelly off something—”
I glare at him in spite of the fact that I would love to lick strawberry jelly off any part of his body. “Rachel wants to meet you.”
“Why?” He takes a bite of his toast.
“Because she’s nosy and controlling.”
“Sounds like fun, but I think I’ll pass.”
“What?” My eyes grow big. “You can’t say no.”
He finishes his bite and presses a napkin to his mouth. “Yes, I can. I don’t need their approval and neither do you.”