ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (46 page)

I caught her gaze, bearing
witness to ferocity behind those pretty eyes.

Angel didn’t look afraid
now.

She looked…different.

“Shut up and fuck me,
Trent.”

Where
the fuck is this coming from?

But I could see it. This
wasn’t a little scared teenager who was trying to be courageous about jumping
into bed with me…this was a woman whose confidence suddenly rivaled my own.

She
wanted
this.

She was
ready
for this.

My hesitation evaporated,
and I drew her into a deep, long kiss, tugging her down into the covers with
me…

Chapter 14

Angel

Trent pulled me down into
the bed with him, and our bodies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome,
with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.

I could feel an insatiable
rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me
onward, tomorrow doesn’t matter, just focus on the right now.

But, then again, I’d
forgotten a lot of things.

I let him take control.

Show
me,
my eyes pleaded.

Help
me learn.

Teach
me.

And he did. God yes he did.

Trent grasped onto my
wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to
not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I
was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.

But he wouldn’t let me.

Trent kissed me deeply,
hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the
tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit
at the skin before moving downwards.

His hands still binding my
wrists to the bed above my head, he worshipped my ample bosom.

With dripping lust, he took
one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with
his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.

He moved to the other. He
kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the
breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.

I could see the strong bulge
in his jeans.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

Yanking my wrists free, I
took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly
unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.

Almost immediately, his cock
sprung to life.

And it was
massive.

A long, thick erection
bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop
of his precum on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.

But what caught my eye just
as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of
piercings lining its length.

“You pierced it?” I asked
wondrously.

“Ribbed, for your pleasure,”
he chuckled.

I was fascinated.

“Nuh-uh,” he smiled
wickedly. “I’m in control. I’m in charge. And it’s my job to show you how this
works, right? You just lay back until I tell you otherwise…”

I did as I was told, and
Trent descended down to my abdomen, peppering a trail of kisses south – towards
my thighs. He was no longer holding my wrists down, but his large, strong hands
wrapped around my thighs…holding me in place.

Playfully, I tried to fight
his strength, but it was to absolutely no avail.

His lips planted along my
inner thighs, kissing his little trail along the supple skin. I breathed out a
sigh of anticipation on my back, knowing that my steaming core was ready for
whatever he had in mind…

I felt a single, slick
finger slide into my wet pussy.

“Oh wow…you
are
tight,” he whispered huskily.

My chasm let him inside, but
barely. I could feel myself clenching around his digit as he began to stroke me
from the inside, easing me for what was to come.

A second finger poked in
beside the first, stretching me harder. Almost immediately, they found my
bundle of nerves, stroking along my inner button and sending fresh spasms of
pleasure across my body. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked along the outer lips,
teasing my nerve endings with expert precision.

When I thought there
couldn’t possibly be any more to this, I felt his lips brush against my small,
engorged clit, his tongue teasing it with varied pleasure.

I moaned with satisfaction
as he worked me like a delicate instrument, playing my body to fulfill its
needs.

My back lifted from the
sheets.

My thighs struggled to clasp
around his face.

My fingers threaded deep
into his hair.

I rode his face, my hips
practically bucking with pleasure as the rockstar worked his magic. He started
switching things up – his tongue, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers
worked my lips and my throbbing clit.

It was paradise.

I felt a rising, building,
mounting feeling of desire from deep down. It was like nothing I’d ever felt –
a systematic, rising
need
that had to
be fulfilled, or a struggling, forceful promise that demanded to be made.

My body was quivering with
its intensity.

Pleasure was whiplashing
down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him
hungrily. “Please don’t stop,
fuck
,
just keep going…”

I could sense a change in
his breath.

An exhale.

No.

A
chuckle.

He was
grinning
.

My mind was pushed to the
edge of a precipice, and finally, achingly, brought to release. I felt my
pleasure rocket off the edge as I was brought to a body breaking, overwhelming
warmth of lustful, all-encompassing sexual gratification.

I’d never experienced
anything like this.

“Was that your first
orgasm?” He asked, pulling up from between my legs as they trembled. The breath
had been stripped from my very lips.

“First
with… Someone else…”

“Well…tonight’s going to be
a night of
firsts
for you, isn’t it?”
He smiled almost wickedly, although I could sense tenderness behind the grin.

My own large grin crossed my
face as I nodded again, sinking down into the sheets. “That was amazing.”

“That was
just the start
,” he told me, sliding
onto his back beside me. “And now it’s your turn, my little Angel.”

“
My
turn?”

“That’s right,” he grinned,
kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Laid out beside me, he was a long,
powerful specimen of masculine perfection.

Even overlooking that
throbbing, massive cock between his legs, pierced to perfection.

“I don’t…I mean, I
can,
but I don’t know how,” I whispered,
catching my breath.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show
you.”

I nodded one last time,
sliding onto his body for a deep kiss. I could feel his erection between us –
and what startled me most, even more than the huge size, was how much
warmth
it vented.

The thing was practically
piping-hot.

I almost flinched at the
unexpected heat.

“It’s okay,” Trent
whispered, his fingers brushing strands of hair from my face. “Just do what
feels natural. I’ll help you.”

I kissed him again, tasting
my fluids on his tongue, before pushing down against his awesome pecs. His skin
was so tight, so defined, sculpted into perfection.

Sliding down his body, I let
my hands grope, my fingertips trail, and my nails dig. I found myself wanting
to learn every inch of his body.

Soon, I was kneeling between
his legs in bed, each one a massive trunk that stretched outward. I lowered my
face, grasping the studded cock. It was slick with wet pleasure, clearly ready
for my attention.

My tongue slipped against
his bulbous crown.

It was salty, yet sweet.

The head was so firm, so
full of blood and eager for release. I realized how selfless Trent had been,
bringing me to an orgasm first, and I wanted to repay him in kind.

My lips wrapped around his
head, and I pushed down around the shaft.

His immediate groans told me
what I needed to know. They encouraged me, pushed me onwards, and I began to
slowly draw myself up and down his cock. It was interesting to feel his
piercings against my tongue – I hadn’t really thought about catching on them,
but to my satisfaction they didn’t bother me in the slightest.

At Trent’s instruction, I
started teasing him, flicking my tongue along the base of his head as I stroked
his cock with my hand. This got me the reaction I wanted, and he lifted his
head to groan, looking down into my eyes.

I gave him the sexiest look
I could muster, and he almost came right there and then.

Instead, he pulled me up
from his cock, tossing me back down into the covers. Instinctively, my ankles
parted, and he descended upon me in the instant.

The exhilaration threw my
eyes wide open, and I was barely prepared for his lips against mine again, his
tongue in my mouth. My chest was heaving; my fingers were digging into his
shoulder blades.

I could only barely keep up
with his unhinged pleasure, and terror gripped me as I felt the tip of his cock
brush up against my lower lips.

“Are you ready?” He
whispered delicately.

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

“Prove it,” he grinned.

“Trent…fuck me,” I pleaded.

The head began to push in,
and I gasped against his grinning, confident lips.

Just a finger or two had
stretched me, but his thick cock was on a completely different level. If he
hadn’t already prepared me with his tongue…I knew I wouldn’t have been able to
withstand his massive, hot member.

As promised, Trent was
gentle. I held onto his body and tried to relax, and he reassuringly whispered
sweet nothings and support into my ear. We waited like that for just a moment
and I knew it was time. Catching his eyes, I smiled.

Oh GOD…

He drove deep, my body
engulfing his saliva slickened cock into my wetness and taking my virginity
once and for all.

I was claimed.

I was
his.

Trent was sheathed deep
inside me. The sting subsided after a few moments to manageable, almost
pleasurable levels. I was amazed at how well he fit inside me. His cock was so
huge, stretching my slickened walls so wide. I just didn’t think I could take
it.

He continued being gentle,
at least at first.

Trent was precise with his
movements, positioning my hips so that his piercings excited my folds just properly,
pressing up against my button of nerves deep inside.

“Oh god…” I murmured, my
fingernails clenching into his back.

“I’m going to be careful
this first time.”

I nodded, barely able to
focus on his words. Did he mean there would be a next time?

Trent held himself up above
me, ensuring that his weight didn’t crush me. I felt him push deep into me and
drag halfway out, not willing to break our physical connection.

As I adjusted to his
movements, I started to sway my hips with them, pushing against his pelvis with
my own to meet the grinding of our bodies.

He seemed to be enjoying
himself, judging by his eyes clasped shut, the groans from deep within his
thick, barrel chest, and the way that his cock trembled inside.