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I gave myself the hour to think about everything and process it before moving on. There’s nothing I can do to change what happened. Peter got to me and said all the shit he knew would fucking get under my skin and fear him more than I already do. Everything he said before Trax showed up was so much worse and I hope I don’t have to repeat that shit for anyone to hear. Every single man in my life will lose their minds if they find out what he said to me. Forcing those thoughts aside, I try to focus on everything around me right now. Trax is at my side and he hasn’t stopped touching me in one way or another since the second Kidd pulled him off of Peter.
Right now, he’s got his thumb rubbing up and down my thigh as the rest of our fingers are linked together. It’s as if he’s sending sparks straight to my core because I’m starting to focus on nothing but him touching me where no man has ever touched me before. I flex my fingers within his but don’t turn my attention to him because I don’t want him to stop rubbing my thigh like he is. I’ve been cleared for sex and have been waiting for him to make a move. Trax hasn’t done anything more than kiss me so far. Even when we’re in bed together he doesn’t do more than kiss me. Today, I want that to change and I don’t have a problem making the first move if that’s what’s needed.
When Trax pulls up to the house, I’m completely worked up. My entire body feels as if it’s on fire as he pulls up in front of the garage and parks the car. Shutting the engine off, he gets out and makes his way around to my door. I don’t need the wheelchair when I’m home so we leave it in the trunk as he holds out his hand to help me from the seat. Together we walk in the house and I don’t stop as I head for the bedroom. I want to change my clothes and that’s how I’ll make my move on Trax. Today I wanna feel alive and remember that I’m choosing to give my body to the man I’m falling in love with more on a daily basis. Someone like Peter isn’t going to force me into giving up something I don’t want to.
Once I’m in the bedroom, I strip out of my clothes and leave them in a pile on the floor. “Trax, can you come here for a minute please?” I call out, getting on the bed and laying back against the pillows we share every night.
It doesn’t take him long to enter the bedroom. The second his eyes land on me, he stops in his tracks and his arms drop to hang at his side. I can see the desire and lust filling his eyes as they travel from the top of my head, down to my chest, and then down to my toes before moving back up again.
“What’s goin’ on, pixie?” he asks, his voice a husky growl as he bites down on his bottom lip.
“I want you, Bryce. Claim me as yours completely. Please,” I beg him, running my hand down the center of my chest as he continues to stare at me.
“Are you sure this is what you want, pixie?” he questions me, finally moving closer to the bed.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I promise him as he slides his cut off his body and sets it on the dresser at the end of the bed.
My eyes track every move he makes. Using one hand, he strips his shirt off in that sexy as fuck way men seem to be able to do. I let my gaze wander over the hard muscles of his abdomen and the ink covering his skin. No, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt on, but it feels as if it’s the first time. Licking my lips, I watch on as he undoes his belt and the button on his jeans. Today he’s not wearing underwear as the material separates. He slowly slides the jeans down his thick thighs as his cock springs free and my eyes bulge out of my head. I’ve felt it through the boxers he typically wears. This is the first time I’m seeing it though. His cock has a row of barbells going down the length and I close my thighs to rub them together.
Trax reaches down and wraps one hand around his cock as he starts to slide it up and down slowly. The man is fucking teasing me as he kicks his boots off so he can step out of his jeans. When he’s finally naked, he climbs on the bed and spreads my legs open. His eyes immediately go to my pussy as he reaches forward to run a finger through my wet folds.
“So fuckin’ wet for me, pixie. I’m gonna fuckin’ taste you. I’ve been dyin’ to taste you,” he growls out, slowly moving closer to me as he lowers his head to replace the fingers he’s been sliding up and down my center.
The first touch of his tongue causes me to gasp as pure pleasure races through me. Trax buries his face in my pussy. My eyes slide closed as my hands reach down and dig into the short length of his hair. I’m holding on with everything I am because the feelings he’s filling me with are things I’ve only dreamed about experiencing and my imagination didn’t even start to come close to what I feel right now.
Trax moves his mouth to my clit. He sucks it into his mouth and uses his tongue while sliding a finger inside my pussy. I arch my back off the bed and try to get impossibly closer to him. He holds me down with one hand, his fingers digging into my skin. It only adds to what I’m already feeling as his mouth devours me and his finger slides in and out of my pussy. Trax soon adds a second finger as they slide in and out. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but it feels as if he’s stretching me. I moan at the sensations flooding my body as my mouth opens and my breaths come out in sharp pants.
“Fuckin’ delicious,” he murmurs, his breath blowing across my clit before he sucks it back into his mouth.
Speeding the movement of his fingers up, a feeling starts to fill me, coiling tighter and tighter. I gasp as it reaches its peak and I’m thrown over the edge of a cliff. My release tightens my body and I scream.
“Bryce!” my scream echoes off the walls of the bedroom as my head digs deeper into the pillows and my back arches off the bed.
Trax doesn’t stop what he’s doing as I continue to fly and see stars behind my closed lids. I never thought an orgasm could feel this fucking good. When he finally slides his fingers from my body and pulls his mouth off of my clit, a tremor runs through me as I open my eyes and look at my man. Trax moves his body so he’s leaning over me.
“Are you okay, pixie?” he asks, looking at me and nothing else.
“I’m perfect, baby,” I respond, my breaths still nothing more than pants as he smiles down at me.
The chain he wears around his neck brushes against my chest as he moves. Trax pulls my legs up so they’re around his hips while lining his cock up with my entrance. Leaning down, he kisses me deep as I get lost in him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, digging my fingers into the short hair at the nape of his neck. While he’s kissing me, I feel his cock start to enter me. With one hand, he reaches between our bodies and pulls my nipple. It sends a jolt of pleasure to my core as I moan into his mouth.
“This is gonna hurt no matter how I do it, pixie. I’m gonna go slow though,” he says when he finally breaks the kiss.
“Just do it, Bryce. I know it’s gonna hurt. I’d honestly rather it be fast than slow,” I tell him, not sure if that’s the right decision, but it’s the one I’m going with.
He stares into my eyes as he slides his hips back slightly before pushing completely inside my pussy. A sharp pain fills me as my eyes slam closed and I dig my nails into the skin of his shoulders. My entire body is tense as the pain slowly starts to subside. Trax kisses me as I begin to relax under his hard body. When the pain finally leaves completely, I move my hips around and feel so full. I can feel the bars of his piercing rubbing against my walls as I continue to move my hips.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, pixie. So fuckin’ tight,” he says, his voice a whispered growl as he slowly pulls out.
Trax sets a slow pace as he slides in and out of my pussy. Every move he makes causes his piercings to rub against me, adding to the sensations filling me once again. I move my hips to meet every move he makes. Trax leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, gently biting down on it making my back arch up again. He adds this twist movement to his hips as he grinds down on my pelvis and rubs my clit before pulling back again. Everything is starting to build up again deep inside me.
“You gotta get there, pixie. I’m not gonna fuckin’ last with how tight you are,” he tells me, his jaw tight as he starts to move faster and harder.
Reaching between us again, he finds my clit and pinches it between his fingers. It’s all I need to be thrown over the edge once again.
“Bryce!” I scream, my voice breaking as our bodies slide against one another.
A fine layer of sweat covers us and I know my hair is sticking up all over the place. Right now, I don’t care about any of that. All I’m focused on is the way my release is flooding through me while Trax chases his own release. He’s pounding into me and moving me up the bed as I put an arm up to stop myself from hitting the headboard.
