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“Don’t make me disappoint her.” He grinned. He obviously he knew he was winning.
 

The smile on my face surprised even me. “Okay.”
 

Trent dropped a few twenties on the counter to cover our fries and drinks.
 

“You didn’t have to pay. Here.” I pushed my own twenty at him before he shoved my hand away.
 

“Nonsense. The company was worth every penny.” His eyes warmed, his smile turning from amused to something more sincere. “Ladies first.”
 

He held out a hand, and I looped my elbow around his before we headed out into the night.

THREE

Chrissy

We walked the block and a half to my house, then we found ourselves in that awkward spot on the front stoop. Everything about tonight had been perfect. I felt as though I was sixteen again, but this time I felt like the belle of the ball instead of the ugly duckling.
 

“You know…” He paused, his gorgeous blue eyes inspecting my face. “You looked so beautiful dancing.”
 

His fingers crossed the small space between us and intertwined with my own. Was Trent McAvoy flirting with me? Did he have on beer goggles? I was surprised to find I didn’t even care. Just one night with him…

He interrupted my thoughts. “I didn’t even recognize you until you stopped dancing. I was mesmerized by your beauty and grace. And then you stopped and your eyes… I saw your eyes and knew who you were.” He shook his head, that dashing grin turning up his lips. Those beautiful lips I’d spent so many nights fantasizing about. “You were always beautiful, but the braces are gone and your hair—” He twisted a lock of my hair. “Your glasses too.” He tucked the unruly lock behind my ear. “You’re ravishing.”
 

I sucked in shallow breaths when his thumb drifted to my temple, stroking down the angle of my cheek and landing at the full bow of my lips.
 

“Can I kiss you good night, Chrissy?” Trent asked and leaned in, the heady leather scent of his cologne curling my toes.
 

My eyes closed, and without replying, I leaned in and felt the slow, easy press of his lips against mine. Our tongues slipped together. I kissed him back tentatively before one of his palms dusted around the hot skin at my neck and tangled in my wavy hair. His fist wrapped around the strands and he tilted my head back, exposing my neck to his assault. His lips trailed along my throat, sending bolts of electricity straight to my clit. He lips nipped at the soft flesh beneath my ear before his nose trailed along the shell of my ear.
 

A groan fell from my lips as my fingertips found the buttons at his collar, unfastening them in a rush.
 

His shirt fell open, and I took a minute to step back and assess the beautiful hard lines and ridges of his broad chest. My arousal flared, and my hands instantly went to his skin.
 

“Chrissy,” he hummed, his hands trailing across my body. He clutched at my thighs before caressing the curves of my ass. “Not out here.”
 

My lust flared to new extremes.
 

I nodded and opened the door behind me without saying a word. With the scent of alcohol on our breath and white-hot lust in our eyes, we fell into the foyer of my house and didn’t make it a single step farther.
 

He slammed the door, a resounding click alerting us that we were finally alone. Finally in private. Finally I would see more of him.
 

His hands pushed the sweater off my shoulders, and it felt to the floor in a whoosh of air. He pulled the strap of my leotard down one shoulder before he attacked the newly exposed with his lips.

I moaned and wrapped my hands around his neck. One of his palms hitched my leg up around his waist as he pressed us against one wall. I sighed and groaned, wanting desperately to climb this Adonis of a man and ride him until I couldn’t think straight and I was even more exhausted.

“You're going to wake up tomorrow with no voice after screaming my name all night.” His voice clicked to a lower octave, and my stomach swam with hot molten lava.
 

My brain blurred with endorphins as his hands continued to work at my skin. The other strap of my leotard was pulled down my shoulder and his fingertip teased me at the neckline, darting between my visible cleavage.
 

“Do you even know what you do to men, walking around with this hot little body in that hot little number?” His thumb and finger plucked one puckered nipple through the lycra.
 

I shuddered as desire for him soaked my pussy. My thighs shifted as my hands dragged through his hair and I shook my head.

“I want you naked and spread before me so I can taste every inch of your body.”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. He hooked my leotard in his thumbs and inched it down until it was hovering at my waist, my ample breasts overflowing from the sports bra I’d worn to the studio.
 

“Mm, that’s a girl.” His heavy hands ran up my waist and darted across the rounded globes. “So sweet. Tell me, are you wet for me? Is your pussy soaked for me?”
 

I wished desperately for him to find out for himself.

“Shall we find out?” he asked as if reading my mind.
 

“Yes, yes…”
 

One of his heavy palms inched closer to my waistband. I sighed and writhed against him. I didn’t care if this night lasted just one or a thousand—I wanted him. He made me feel things I’d never felt before.

I trembled as his hand slipped under the black spandex and pushed past the barrier of my tights before finding the soaked crevice between my thighs. I arched and sighed, riding his hand as though I’d been desperate and waiting for him for days. Maybe I had. Maybe I’d been waiting for six years.
 

“Jesus, you’re so wet.” His lips sucked at the flesh of my breast, his other hand kneading at the flesh of my other breast. He pinched the nipple then tickled it with the rough pad of his deft thumb. “Lie down. I want to see you.”
 

His thick voice shot straight to my clit. The pads of his fingers were suddenly gone from my aching pussy and lifting me by the waist, carrying me to the white-leather-covered bench in my foyer.
 

He laid me back, his eyes burning up my body as he pulled my hair around one shoulder. He twisted it out of my face and laid it over the curve of one breast.
 

“So stunning,” he murmured before kissing my navel.

His hands hooked in the spandex at my waist and tugged it slowly down.
 

With each slow inch he removed my leggings and leotard, my pussy became more desperate with need and desire.
 

“Trent,” I sighed, my nipples as hard as rocks and to the point of pain.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed. “I want to watch you come.”
 

His nose trailed across the dip of my knee and the curve of my thigh.
 

He groaned, his nostrils flaring as he reached the apex of my thighs, the crotch of my thong already damp with desperation.
 

“So turned on. Maybe I should have kissed you that night after the Homecoming game
 
outside the locker rooms.” His fingers played with the elastic of my panties.
 

I remembered that day instantly, the energy crackling between us when I’d ran square into his chest. It was a few months before he’d moved, and I’d been carrying the biggest crush for him for months. I went to every game, cheering him on with my girlfriends, while I secretly watched him with the same aching need I felt now.
 

“Tell me, Chrissy”—his hand cupped my mound and applied enough pressure to drive me crazy with lust—“would you have been wet then too?” His eyes were dark with lust.
 

A slow moan fell from my lips when he pushed the fabric aside and eased one long finger into my pussy.
 

“Oh my God, Trent.” I kneaded my own breast, wanting the feel of him everywhere.
 

“Sweet, so fucking sweet.” His throaty voice urged me on as he watched my face. “I wanted to taste this pussy back then, and Christ if I don’t want it even more now.”
 

Trent yanked the thong from my thighs then pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue darted out in long, hard strokes as he swirled at my clit and fucked me with his finger.
 

My other hand pushed into his hair as I felt an orgasm, a much needed and long overdue orgasm, burning in my core.
 

“Trent, Trent,” I groaned when he slid another finger against the sensitive walls deep inside me.
 

“Cum all over me, kitten, let it go.”
 

His ragged voice sent me over the edge. An orgasm pummeled through my body, tightening my grin on his hair and sending a shriek rocketing past my lips.
 

I vaguely registered his pleased sigh before those two fingers were in his mouth, sucking off my juices.
 

“Not done with you yet,” he admonished and crawled up my body.
 

He planted a decadent kiss on my lips. Tasting him and me together on his glistening mouth nearly sent another orgasm erupting through me.
 

“Take me to your room, sweetheart.” He lifted me from the bench and landed a soft smack on my ass.
 

My eyes widened before a small giggle escaped my lips. I turned quickly, stark naked. “You have too many clothes on.”
 

I grinned then pushed the sensible button-down from his muscled shoulders. A sigh nearly fell from my lips when I saw him naked from the waist up, the button already undone on his worn jeans. I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to be on my knees before him, taking the zipper on his pants down with my teeth before swallowing his dick until it hit the back of my throat. What would his groans sound like? The thought nearly undid me.

“Chrissy?” Trent pulled my chin up to meet his gaze. “Room.”
 

He turned me around and pointed me in the opposite direction. I did as I was told, guiding him down the long hallways to my master bedroom. Then I turned at the edge of the large bed and pulled him to me by the waist of his jeans.
 

“You desperate for my cock?” he asked as my hands struggled to pull the zipper down and remove the denim from his hips.
 

“Yes, please,” I uttered, peering up at him with wide eyes.
 

“Maybe I should make you dance for me.” His hands finally took the lead, pulling the jeans, followed by his boxer briefs, down his legs.
 

I glanced down, catching my first sight of his dick standing tall and rigid between us, a slight curve to one side. My mouth watered. I was about to drop to my knees and show him my appreciation when he tipped my face toward him again.
 

“Eyes up.” His hands slid into my hair and clutched it before he took my mouth in a punishing kiss.
 

His tongue darted past my lips and thrust against my tongue, fucking me with everything he had, and only a precursor for what was to come.
 

“Sweet Chrissy. Such an angel.” He leaned me back on the bed, his hard body pressed against mine as I fell onto the fluffy white duvet. He kissed up my body, his hands kneading my flesh as his tongue discovered the taste of my skin. His lips caught mine in a slow kiss before he pulled away. He stopped, his eyes gleaming as he assessed me. “You were the only one I wanted to see, you know.”

I nearly choked on the words running through my head. Me? He’d wanted to see me? After all these years?
 

“I had such a crush on you, but boys are always stupid, always naive. They don’t know what they want until they become men, and fuck, I don’t think we even know then. All I know is something was always missing until I saw you dancing. I never knew what it was. Then I saw your beautiful face and sexy body, and I knew. I was missing you, Chrissy. I needed you.” His soft chuckle slammed through my gut.
 

“Trent—” I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully he cut me off.
 

“Shh... I just want to enjoy you tonight. I’ve never wanted anyone else. Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll figure it out, but please just give me you tonight?”
 

His words melted my muscles and turned my stomach into a cage of wild butterflies.
 

I nodded, unable to form words, before we slammed together in another passionate kiss. This was right, somehow. He’d only been back in my life for a few hours, and it felt more right than anything had when we’d been apart.
 

“I owe you a few more orgasms,” Trent said against my lips before his hand gripped his steely cock between us and lined it up at my entrance. “I’m clean, I promise. I’ve never been with another woman. I always thought something was wrong with me, but now I know I was always meant to be with you. Please don’t make me wear a condom. I want my cum in you. I want to know that I’m touching the most intimate part of you. I need to feel you.”
 

I sucked in a slow breath. Trent McAvoy was a virgin. In that moment, I felt priceless.
 

I leaned up to catch his neck with my hands and pull him in for a kiss. “I’m a virgin,” I confessed against his lips. I’ve never been with anyone else. No one ever made me feel like you do. Please, Trent, I want you, all of you.”

I dragged his earlobe between my teeth and felt one slow shudder consume his body. Then the head of his dick was sliding between my soaked lips, coating him in my arousal. He gently probed my entrance, his kisses mimicking the slow probe of his erection.
 

“Fuck me, Trent,” I begged, no longer hearing myself or caring what he thought. We’d waited a long six years for this moment, we’d held out hope, saved ourselves for each other, and our time was now.