Page 46 of Miss Trust

Tory

It was in my nature to bristle at his bossy tone, but what would be the point when I’d only be denying myself what I so badly craved. A release. In the dark and on a chair. There would be no mistaking what this was. It was sex. It was one night. Considering Penelope’s father was the last man I’d been with, over four years ago, I was overdue. My body was already shaking with anticipation.

The darkness allowed me to undress with confidence. His comment about not cutting it at his club still bothered me. I could easily imagine the type of women he typically slept with and could guarantee most didn’t have full hips and stretch marks from pregnancy. I wasn’t an insecure woman, but I knew my limits, and I didn’t want to feel vulnerable. It wasn’t an emotion I was willing to allow at the moment, so I’d taken it off the table.

But the drawback of the dark meant I couldn’t get a good view of his body. From the peek I was able to gather of his now-bare chest in the moonlight, it did not disappoint.

“Where do you want me?” I asked.

I expected him to say the chaise lounge or perhaps indicate one of the two chairs over by the fireplace. But no, he surprised me by backing me up to the nearest wall. “How long has it been for you?”

“None of your business.”

He chuckled, trailing his lips down my neck and causing my body to shiver. “You’re right. It isn’t my business, yet I find myself wondering how tight you’ll be around my cock.” His last word was punctuated with a finger pushing inside of me.

“Oh, God.”

“You like that?”

“Yes. And your voice. God, it does things to me.”

“In that case, tell me. How long has it been since another man has been inside of you? Tell me, and I’ll make you come.”

Sex had never been something I’d particularly desired. Perhaps it was due to the way I’d first experienced it. Frankly, I’d been able to take it or leave it when it came to any man I’d been with in my past. But right now, with Chance, I couldn’t bear for him to stop. On the other hand, I didn’t want to admit just how long it had been. So I turned the tables. “How long has it been for you?”

“If I tell you, it’ll cost you giving me the same honesty.”

I should’ve known there’d be a price. “Forget it, then.”

He nipped the sensitive skin behind my ear with his teeth. “Hm. I’ll tell you anyhow. It’s been five long weeks.”

Wait. That would be before we’d met. “Yeah, right.”

He shoved another finger deep inside of me, curling them up to a spot far too neglected. “I’m many things, Victoria, but a liar isn’t one of them.”

“You forget about the woman in Vegas I heard you talking to.”

“What you overheard was her wanting another round. You didn’t stay on the line long enough to hear me tell her to leave.”

My concentration was obliterated with his lips crashing to mine, and his fingers working me with renewed purpose. His kiss was punishing, his tongue aggressive, and I loved every minute of his unapologetic taking. Loved the way he growled when I sucked on his tongue and the way he shivered when my nails raked his bare chest. His stomach was flat and hard in a way that made me regret the no-lights rule. But it was his cock which had me groaning into his mouth. He was both wide and long—hot to the touch and, oh, so hard. It was as formidable as he was.

My legs began to shake, my muscles clenching, and then it hit me. My orgasm was so intense, my knees nearly buckled. I’d never experienced anything like it. Ever.

I was drunk. Drunk on the waves of bliss hitting my body over and over again. Vaguely, I was aware of him removing his fingers. Of him reaching in his wallet and grabbing a condom, and sliding it on.

He lifted me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around him, and taking three steps towards the chair by the fireplace. There he sat down and positioned me so I straddled him. Although it was dark, the intimacy of the position, being face to face and inching down onto his— Ahhhhhh.

“Slow down, or I’ll hurt you,” he ground out when I started to push. It was tight. His hands gripped my hips.

“I don’t want slow.” Instead, I needed to give in to this overwhelming need. “Fuck me.”

He hissed out a curse but then did what I asked by thrusting up. Now it was my turn to hiss at the mix of pain and pleasure. But the desire reigned supreme. I was so unbelievably full, but my body craved more. I needed to move. I rose up a few inches before pushing back down while his fingers dug into my hips, moving me into a rhythm. But then suddenly he stopped, holding me in place as he attacked my lips. Chance was an incredible kisser, and I found myself lost in the sensation of his dominance, the way he seemed to absolutely need to taste every corner of my mouth.

Under me, he began to grind, giving me delicious friction against my clit.

“How long has it been?” He was relentless with this question even while wedging his hand between our bodies and rubbing on my clit.

I threw my head back at the sensation. I was close. And since I’d never orgasmed more than once during sex, my anticipation was off the charts.