Slam Dunk: Black & White Collection (8 page)

She pulled his sweatshirt over his head, anxious to see his bare chest, hungry to touch him. She ran her fingers along his hard pecs, following the trail with her lips and tongue. Trey stood still as she worshipped his dark, beautiful skin.

“My turn,” he whispered after a few moments. Her sweatshirt joined his on the floor. Trey pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, his lips devouring that little area around her neck and the top of her arms. Her toes curled in her shoes as he found one of her main erogenous zones. Her need for more grew and she tugged at the waistband of the silly lounge pants. He helped her, pushing the material over his hips, kicking the pants off along with his shoes. They repeated the motions with her pants and then Trey removed her bra.

They stood naked amid the pile of discarded clothing and for several quiet moments, they merely stared. Looked their fill.

“I love your body,” she said at last, breaking the silence.

He smiled. “Ditto.”

Reaching behind him, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. She watched him don it quickly.

The moment of truth had arrived.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

Her face must have betrayed her sudden nervousness. “A year and a half.”

Trey nodded. Then he kissed her. As their lips played, Trey sat on the mattress, dragging Ellie over him until she straddled his hips.

“For this first time, maybe it should be your show,” he whispered. “Your pace.”

She smiled as he lay back. She followed his motion, rising slightly to take the head of his cock inside her pussy. She closed her eyes briefly at his size. He would more than fill her and suddenly she appreciated his thoughtfulness. She’d have to work up to taking him fully inside.

Moving slightly, she sank a bit lower, wincing at the tight fit.

“Easy,” he murmured.

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Would you get a terribly big head if I said you were way bigger than any of my past lovers?”

He gave her a cocky grin.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I thought.” She pressed down once more. Glancing below her waist, she noticed she hadn’t taken more than half of him in.

Trey cupped her cheek and pulled her lower. She felt his hot breath against her face when he spoke. “You feel like heaven, Ellie.” He punctuated his words with a firm touch to her clit. The action sent more arousal to her pussy, allowing his cock to slip in farther.

They both groaned. He repeated the touch several times as they kissed. Ellie felt love-drugged, her head swimming with desire. She was panting, squirming, desperate for more.

“Made it,” Trey whispered after several minutes.

She frowned briefly before she understood his comment. He was buried to the hilt, completely sheathed by her body. She’d never felt so full—and she realized the feeling wasn’t merely physical. Trey had filled her lonely soul as well as her empty body. He’d given her friendship and now he was offering her more. She prayed she’d be able to accept his gift, while keeping to the limits she’d set to retain her sanity.

She kissed him once more before rising to straddle his hips slowly. The motion sent his erection in the tiniest bit more and both of them felt the deeper penetration. Trey’s hands engulfed her waist and she realized how tiny he made her feel. For a tomboy who’d always been average—not too tall, not too small—there was a part of her that felt girlie, almost fragile in his grasp. Trey’s gentle touch made her feel cherished.

“Ready?” she asked, wanting to make this night special for him.

He nodded once as she lifted away from his cock, not stopping until only the head remained encased in her body.

“God,” he cried harshly, when she returned with a hard, powerful press. “Jesus, Ellie.”

He let her know by his words and the tight grip on her waist that he loved what she was doing. She kept her motions slow on the retreat, hard and fast on the return. Soon, they were both gasping. Ellie arched her back, releasing a harsh cry when Trey’s cock brushed some magic, previously undiscovered place inside her.

He smiled knowingly. “Do that again.”

She repeated the motion, the head of his cock putting the right amount of pressure on a pleasure point. She gasped and moved away quickly, the feeling too good.

Trey growled. “No.” He pulled her body to his, flipping them both on the mattress until she lay buried beneath his hot, firm mass. She was surrounded by muscle and heat. “Don’t stop.” He pressed into her body, finding the spot once more.

She wiggled beneath him, trying to get away. “Too good. God, Trey. It feels too good. I can’t take it.”

He ignored her words, thrusting inside her over and over. Each time, he took care to find her G-spot.

Too soon, she was crying out as her orgasm crashed over her like the wave of a tsunami, washing her away in a whirling sea of lights and sound. She’d only begun to pull herself out of the rubble when Trey pushed her back into the deep end.

“One more time,” he said.

She wanted to protest, to tell him one more of those would kill her, but she couldn’t speak. She could only feel.

When she came again, Trey was with her. He held her tightly as his cock twitched and pulsed against her clenching muscles.

Trey pulled away carefully, rising from the bed and walking to the bathroom. She vaguely recalled listening to him dispose of the condom and wash up. Everything around her had a hazy, surreal quality. Her body was completely relaxed, yet hypersensitive to touch.

When Trey returned, he gently lifted her, pulling back the covers to put her beneath. He turned off the light and crawled in next to her.

She turned toward him, accepting his embrace, using his chest as her pillow.

“Merry Christmas, Ellie,” he whispered, his voice betraying how close he was to sleep.

She smiled when his breathing deepened. Merry Christmas, indeed.

Chapter Six

Third Quarter

Ellie laughed as Trey led her down the hallway toward his kitchen. “I thought we were going out for Valentine’s Day.”

Since leaping the friendship-to-casual-dating hurdle over Christmas, Trey and Ellie had been inseparable. While they spent weeknights apart, they took turns staying at each other’s houses on the weekends. Trey was still nagging her about finding a new place to live, but between working and coaching and having the best sex of her life with him, Ellie was pressed to find the time to house hunt.

Trey shrugged. “I don’t remember saying anything about going out. Just said we were going to celebrate the day together.”

Ellie gasped when they entered the kitchen. Trey had spread a thick quilt on the floor. In the middle of the blanket were a bottle of champagne, two glasses, strawberries and a bowl of chocolate sauce. “Holy crap,” she said, turning to look at him. “You are the most romantic man I’ve ever met in my life.”

He laughed. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because you’re such a jock. I never would have guessed…” She pointed at the dreamy setup, unable to find the words to describe how touched she was by his gesture. “This is perfect.”

“Perfect hasn’t even started yet. Sit down.”

She dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged on one corner of the quilt. Trey plopped next to her.

She started to reach for a strawberry, but Trey smacked her hand away. “Actually, I have a confession to make.”

She frowned. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I wasn’t going for romantic. I was going for kinky.”

She snorted. “Oh my God. That’s not good.”

He shook his head and reached behind him. When he pulled out a blindfold, she changed her mind.

“On the other hand,” she started.

Trey laughed, reaching up to tie the cloth around her eyes. Sparks of arousal flared. She’d never been blindfolded during sex before. Without her sense of sight, her other senses awakened. She started slightly when his hands touched her chest.

“Easy,” he said. “I’m going to take off your blouse.”

She sat still as he removed her top and her bra. The slight chill and nervous anticipation tightened her nipples.

“Lift up a bit.”

She obeyed his command as he worked her skirt and panties over her hips. She marveled at his abilities. Within twenty minutes of arriving at his house, he had her naked and blindfolded on his kitchen floor. She was like putty in his hands and she loved it.

The sound of the champagne cork popping drew her from her thoughts and she heard the soft sizzle of the fizzy wine being poured. Trey lifted her arm and placed the glass in her hand. She heard a soft clink as he tapped his glass to hers.

“To us,” he whispered.

She smiled and sipped, the bubbles tickling her nose. She was surprised when he took the glass away from her. “Hey, I wanted some more.”

“You’ll get it. Don’t worry.” He followed up his promise with a kiss. She was addicted to his lips. The man certainly knew his way around her mouth. For two months, he’d drugged her with long, slow, tantalizing brushes of his lips against hers. At other times, he’d sneak up on her at work, stealing quick, hard kisses that left her light-headed.

Something touched her lips and she smelled the sweet scent of a strawberry.

“Open up,” he urged.

She parted her lips, letting Trey feed her a bit of the juicy fruit. After she swallowed it, he placed the champagne glass to her mouth and she took a sip of the tart liquid, reveling in the contrasting flavors.

He fed her two more strawberries, alternating each bite with a drink of the sparkling wine.

“How about something sweeter?” Until he spoke, she’d failed to realize how quiet it was in the house. It felt as if they were the only two people on the planet.

Trey rubbed something along her lower lip and she instantly smelled the chocolate. Her tongue darted out to lick it, but he stopped her.

“No,” he said, leaning close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek. “That’s mine.”

He ran his tongue along her lip before sharing the treat with her, kissing her deeply. Twice more, he painted her lips with chocolate, devouring it with the sweetest kisses of her life.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “You taste delicious. Lay back. I want more.”

She shivered slightly at the need lacing his voice. She allowed him to help her lie down on the plush quilt. The position in conjunction with her temporary blindness left her feeling vulnerable. She raised her hands to cover her breasts, but Trey pulled them away, placing them by her sides. “No hiding my dessert. Leave your hands there.”

She gripped the quilt in her fingers, waiting for his next move. It was too quiet. She couldn’t tell where Trey was until she heard the refrigerator door open. She forced herself to remain quiet while he moved softly around the room.

She sensed when he returned to her side, the quilt moving slightly under her back.

Something cold hit her right nipple and she gasped.

“You promised to be my whipped cream,” he said.

She laughed lightly, recalling her joke about being the whipped cream to his hot chocolate.

Another dab of the sticky sweet hit her left nipple. She squeezed her legs together. He was notching up the heat in her body one degree at a time. She had no doubt by the time she reached the boiling point, she’d explode.

Trey gripped her breast as he bent down to suck the whipped cream off her tight nipple. She started to raise her hands to his head, but he paused and she remembered his command. She returned them to the quilt.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as his lips traveled to her other breast, consuming the cream he’d placed there as well.

“Trey.” His name flew from her lips when the suction of his mouth grew stronger. “Please.”

He released her. “Are you too hot, Ellie?”

“I’m on fire.” She needed him to touch her, drive his thick fingers inside her.

She cried out in anger when she felt him leave her side once more.

“Shhh,” he soothed from across the room. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to help you cool off.”

She didn’t want to cool off. She wanted to burn beneath him.

She jerked when his hand grasped her knee. She’d been too preoccupied with her needs to realize he’d returned. She opened her legs, praying he’d take pity on her, fill her with his hardness.

Something painfully cold touched her clit and she squealed. “What—”

“Ice.” He repeated the touch and she tried to close her legs to ward off the chilly attack. Trey was sitting between her knees, holding her open to his torture.

“Too cold,” she said, though the ice was stimulating an even bigger need inside her.

“You are hot. The ice is melting quickly.”

Her hips flew up when he pressed the ice cube inside her pussy. “God,” she screamed.

Trey pushed the ice higher with two fingers and Ellie felt the first twinges of an orgasm. He played her body like a pro.

For several moments, he thrust his fingers inside her clenching body until the chill gave way to red-hot heat. Her body was dripping with arousal and the water of the melted ice. “I need you inside me,” she begged.

“Not yet. We haven’t gotten to the kinky part.”

She wanted to laugh, wanted to cry. He had her on the verge of insanity.

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and she threw her head back against the floor in frustration. “You’re killing me.”

He chuckled. “No, I’m not. Although…” He paused. Without her sight, she couldn’t tell what he intended to do. Whatever it was, she wanted and dreaded it in equal measures.

He lifted her knees, positioning her so that she was even more open to his roaming fingers. This time, when she felt the ice, it wasn’t on her clit or her pussy. It was poised at the opening of her ass.

“Trey.” She winced at her tone, knowing it conveyed not only a warning, but a plea.

“Just playing,” he said. “For now.”

For now? What the hell did that mean?

He ran the ice along the rim of her anus several times before pushing the tiny cube inside her tight portal. She was panting heavily, her heart racing.

He used the wetness of the melting ice to ease his way as he pushed one finger inside her ass.