Body Shots (7 page)

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rent had had his fair share of women. Exotic beauties who'd left him gasping and willing to please and be pleased. But there was something about the little brunette; she had tugged at some unfamiliar part of him that he could not quite identify.

She had a vulnerability that called to the masculine predator in him, as if taunting him to swoop down and snatch her up.

The instant she had walked into his nightclub, he had been taken with her. Her shiny brown hair drew his fingers to touch it, and her body had been like a breath of fresh air. All smooth curves, she was built for a man to caress and play with.

Trent had never been drawn to women who were pencil-thin. He liked something to unveil. Something to make his time worthwhile. And Crystal was surely worthwhile. Her body practically screamed at him. She was hungry, and he had scented her arousal as easily as if she had uncorked a bottle. She seemed to only have eyes for him and Trent felt unaccountably pleased.

Now he had her, and he was loath to let her go anytime soon. He knew that she'd wanted a single night with him and Mac. No strings and no recriminations. He'd seen her willful thoughts in the expressive features of her beautiful face. Asking her to accompany him to dinner with his family had given him a chance to see her again. The fact that she'd arrived early pleased the hell out of him.

Using one hand, Trent began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. He looked into her anxious eyes and said, “You look amazing tonight, but I'm impatient to see your sweet body.” He lowered his face to within a breath of her lips. “Completely nude, Crystal,” he explained. He'd gotten a secret thrill that she cared enough about him to want him all for herself, but he needed to show her that he had eyes only for her. Other women paled in comparison. Trent let his tongue sweep across Crystal's soft ruby lips. She parted them on a sigh, and he knew it was an invitation to taste her deeper.

He slipped his tongue inside, but it wasn't the part of her body he wanted against his mouth. He wanted her nipples, her clit. He ached to taste and tease all of her soft, secret spots and watch her fly over the edge for him. He was hungry for her sweet climax. He wanted her so crazy that she would beg him to take her.

Trent had her blouse half-open, and he could now see that her bra was the same deep shade of red beneath. He dipped his head and licked a fiery path down the valley between her tits. Trent knew a sense of pride when her body arched upward for him. She was so beautiful. So eager. Her hands came up and clutched at his hair, pulling almost painfully, bringing his lips more fully against her flesh in the process. Her skin was as soft as silk and Trent drank her in, swallowing her essence. Soon, her shirt was completely undone, and with a mere flick of his fingers, her bra snapped open, causing her breasts to spill free. He felt as if he'd been given the greatest of gifts when he saw her upper body in the soft light.

“Jesus, you're sexy,” Trent gritted out as his eager cock responded to the sight of her. He lowered his head and sucked one perfectly erect nipple into his mouth with ravenous haste.

“Oh,” Crystal murmured huskily. The sound sent fire licking through his veins.

Trent nibbled at her precious swell, his need for her uncontrollable. He moved over her, crushing her to the mattress beneath, and used his knee to spread her legs. He pushed his aching erection against her soft little mound, letting her feel what she did to him, then using both his hands, he cuddled and shaped her perfect tits, squeezing one while tasting the other. Crystal writhed shamelessly beneath him. He groaned his approval and released her nipple, leaving a gentle kiss behind. Skating down her body, using his tongue to feel his way, Trent pushed the front of her blouse apart so he could see the softness of her belly. His tongue dipped into the sweet indentation of her belly button, flicking playfully.

“Oh Trent, that feels so good.” Her voice quivered. “I need you. So badly.”

Trent raised his head at her pleading. “We want this to last, don't we?”

She groaned as if in frustration. “But what about dinner with your parents?”

He chuckled. “We'll be fashionably late,” he replied before slipping his hand down her body, committing her curves to memory. When he reached the warm skin of her thigh, it was his turn to groan. He skimmed beneath her skirt and felt his way over a pair of satin panties. She was already so hot and wet, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her with nothing in his way. He wanted her soaked and eager to take his cock.

Trent lifted up so he was kneeling between her widespread thighs, and took no time in getting rid of her clothes. He stared down at the perfection of her luscious, nude body. “I feel like it's Christmas and I've just unwrapped a really great present.”

The neatly trimmed tuft of brown curls covering her hidden treasures was the sweetest sight indeed. He wanted to kiss her there, right where he knew she needed his touch most. At once, Trent left the bed, his body going hot with intense arousal when she whimpered unhappily. He was tempted to lie back down between her long, lean legs and sip her honeyed heat, but Trent had a way of doing things, and he would not be denied.

“Stand up for me, baby.”

She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, before she rose from the bed, her body as fluid and graceful as a dancer's.

Trent stepped forward, so he was within touching distance, and then murmured, “I want you to undress me.”

Crystal's expressive whiskey-colored eyes stared up at him, almost adoringly. She had the look of a shy kitten. The fingers of her right hand reached out and stroked slowly over his chest, back and forth. His muscles jumped beneath his white T-shirt. “A little faster, baby. I'm dying here.”

He wanted her.

Yesterday.

Crystal appeared to have no intention of moving more quickly, though. Instead, she seemed intent on massaging his chest and shoulders. Finally, her fingers moved south over his abdomen. Trent threw his head back on a groan. Desire and pain mingled and pushed him precariously close to the edge of control. He was strung as tight as a damn bow.

“Mm, you have the body of a god, Trent.”

Trent snorted. “Great, but maybe you'd like my body better buck-naked.”

“Yeah, I think I would,” Crystal murmured as she licked her lips and drove him that much higher.

Crystal tugged at his T-shirt until she was pulling it free of the waistband of his jeans. She bunched it up as high as she could reach, then Trent took over, all but ripping it over his head and throwing it across the room.

“You really are beautiful, Trent. I thought it the first time we met.”

He needed to correct her on the not-so-manly compliment, but when her fingers finally encountered his skin, Trent lost his voice. Her touch scorched him. He forced himself to remain still, to not fling her to the floor and shove his heavy dick inside her waiting pussy. She leaned forward and placed a small kiss to his left nipple, then nipped it with her teeth. To hell with it. A dark haze came over him.

Trent stepped away from her and swiftly stripped out of his clothes. “You need to learn to move faster,” he explained as she frowned at him.

“I was enjoying myself.” Her eyes traveled his entire length, then stopped on his swollen erection.

“Yeah?” He watched in predatory delight as her eyes went round and her tempting mouth formed a perfect
O
. Like any hot-blooded male, Trent imagined his heavy cock sliding between those succulent lips. He wanted to watch her lick and suck, then swallow his hot come. He wanted her a million different ways. It was insane, but he had never felt so out of control for a woman before, not even in his youth. She had put some sort of spell on him, and he was helpless to keep his libido from slamming into overdrive. He bent and kissed her, licking her flesh. He was starved for the unique taste of her. When he lifted his head and noticed Crystal's entire face had gone warm and drowsy with want, he knew he could easily become addicted to seeing such a lovely sight.

She swiped a hand over her lips and seemed to struggle for words when she whispered, “Trent . . .”

The sound of his name on her lips had him swelling with pride. Crystal was so open she wore her feelings for all to see. When her eyes drifted downward once again, her cheeks went rosy.

Trent took no time in lifting her and placing her on the bed. Her cry of surprise had his dick swelling another inch. “Jesus, you try my patience.”

Crystal rose to a sitting position and smiled at him temptingly. “Do you know what a turn-on it is when you get so excited? It's very sexy, Trent.”

Her hands went to the smooth expanse of her belly. She massaged her own skin and Trent was mesmerized. Slowly she moved upward, sliding over her breasts, kneading and plumping them, and then her head fell back as she pinched the raspberry tips. “This little show you're putting on is like baiting a tiger.”

“Yeah?” Crystal slipped her hands around the full orbs and Trent went hard as steel.

“You don't know what you're doing, Crystal. You tempt me beyond reason.”

She opened her eyes at his words and smiled saucily, causing his gut to clench. “I don't need you to be tame with me. I want you unrestrained and crazy. And I definitely don't want you holding back. Only please me in the best manner you can. Do you think you can handle that, Trent?”

Trent didn't bother to respond to her little taunt. At once, he was on top of her, pulling her arms above her head and pinning her to the mattress. Wedging his heavily muscled body between her yielding thighs, he shoved her long legs wide and rocked against her wet pussy. Slowly, allowing her to squirm, he lowered his head and sucked one stiff nipple deep. He was rewarded by her groan of need, her eager body shuddering anxiously for him.

He took his sweet time, laving and suckling on one breast then moving to the other. Then he did it all over again. Soon, Trent could feel her lower body lifting, grinding against his hips, seeking fulfillment. He lifted immediately and demanded, “You don't come until I allow it.”

While his eyes roamed pleasingly over her bared torso, her body liquid fire against his, Trent growled deep in his throat, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful creature. He got to his knees and held his cock in a tight fist. “Suck it, baby.”

He watched her get into position to take him into her mouth. When her head dipped low, Trent rubbed the bulbous tip over her lips, back and forth. As a pearl of moisture appeared in the slit, he groaned. “Taste it on your tongue. I want my come in your mouth.”

As she licked, taking in the sticky liquid, Trent shook with restrained need. “Fuck, I want to shove my cock in deep right now.” Crystal's hand grasped his dick and squeezed. Crystal looked up, their gazes locked, and without a second's hesitation she angled her head forward and took him into her hot, eager mouth.

Nothing seemed to matter beyond the feel of her sweet lips wrapped around him so tightly, her tongue stroking him as if he was her tasty treat.

“Crystal.” Her name, thickly garbled, was all that emerged from his lips.

She kept her eyes trained on his while he placed one large hand at the back of her head and pulled her further onto him. Trent could feel the head of his dick reach the back of her throat. She moaned in pleasure and the vibrations moved over his entire length, driving him to the very brink. Her hand cupped and squeezed his sac. Trent shut his eyes and concentrated on not embarrassing himself. Crystal's soft hands and mouth played with him, but he was too anxious to be inside of her to let the pleasure continue.

He was equal parts relieved and displeased when she slid her mouth backward, letting her lips give a little love nibble to his tip, before she broke free completely. As she started to draw him in again, Trent stopped her with a hard pull of her hair. “I need you, baby.” He wanted to feel the tight clutch of her pussy. He wanted her surrounding him as the night surrounded them. He knew she felt it, too.

Trent grabbed a condom from the bedside table and sheathed himself, then lowered his body to the soft bed beside her. He wrapped his hands around Crystal, easily spanning her waist, and raised her up and over him, impaling her in one smooth stroke. He had wanted to be gentle, but each time she looked at him, he went a little insane, lost another piece of his control.

Crystal took him inside her body with an eagerness that surprised them both. He watched as she rode him, slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him deep inside her body. Trent could and would get rough, this he knew, but for now, he would let her play. They fit together as if God himself had fashioned them that way. One for the other.

Riding on a sea of emotions he did not understand, he let his thoughts drift and decided to just feel. For the first time, he gave himself completely up to another person. He wondered if she was even aware of how powerful she had become.

Moving her hands to his chest for support, she began wiggling her hips in little circles, drawing out their pleasure measure by measure. Aware of each stroke of skin, each time her body clutched around him, Trent moved his hands over her, like a sculptor with a work of art. When he found the tiny nub of her desire, it was her turn to moan. Her need mounted. Her movements became more and more frantic as she drove his cock further into her dripping pussy. Soon there was no separating them. Without warning, Crystal came apart. Her body convulsed. Her fingernails bit into Trent's pectoral muscles as she held on to him for dear life. When her thighs clenched tight and she spurted her juice all around his cock, Trent lost it.

He thrust upward, grasping her hips and pumping faster, harder. Her eyes flew open and he saw the wonder and excitement she was experiencing. The wild desire and need that only he could fulfill. He felt it, too.