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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.
“Trent.” His name. It was a plea on her lips. But he wanted to push her beyond pleasure, beyond contentment. He wished to show her true rapture.
Wrapping his arms around her bottom, Trent anchored them together and rose to his full height. Standing, in all his crazed and fevered hunger, Trent kept himself deep inside Crystal and continued to thrust into her, harder and harder. He slammed his hips into her, holding her perfect ass in his palms as he fucked her.
He was a breath away from coming. His body flexed, leg muscles steady as he moved her bottom up and down onto his thick shaft, showing her without words how to get the greatest amount of pleasure.
He recognized the instant Crystal began climbing that intoxicating peak again. Soon they were both burning like an out-of-control brush fire. Crystal clutched on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders in a kind of pleasure-pain. He groaned, lowered his head to her neck, and bit down hard, marking her. Crystal slammed her hips into his, then screamed as yet another delicious climax gushed forth. Her smooth inner walls contracted and he joined her this time, her body milking him dry.
It was as natural as breathing. It was euphoria. He knew in that moment that beauty had a name. Crystal Shaw.
Trent vowed she would know him as intimately as he was so eager to know her. If he was moving too fast, too fucking bad. It was not his way to tiptoe, especially not when he saw something he wanted.
Watching the dark fires in her eyes burn bright was as addicting as any drug. When her little pink tongue darted out, licking at his chest, swirling over the dark patch of chest hair, Trent knew a kind of tenderness he had never known with any other woman.
Crystal closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. Her exotic scent swirled around him, tempting him. He would know her scent anywhere now.
It wasn’t until Trent felt her body go limp against his, trusting him to hold them both up, that he shoved back the covers on his bed and lowered her to the cool sheets. He made quick work of disposing the condom and slipped in beside her. When he pulled her atop him, blanketing his body with her silky curves, she sighed, content and replete. Trent kissed her pretty brown head, before pulling the covers up and over them both.
“What about dinner?” she mumbled.
“I’ll text Josh and reschedule,” he answered as he grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and sent his brother a quick message.
The last thought that ran through his mind before succumbing to the lethargy of his sated and exhausted body, was that she would not walk away from him come morning. If he had to kidnap her to keep her by his side, Trent was not above doing so. He would happily use everything he had at his disposal. A woman like Crystal came along once in a lifetime, and he was not so stupid as to let her slip through his fingers.
Abruptly he thought of Mac. He knew his friend was every bit as taken with Crystal. Together they would make her see that she belonged to them. And if she wanted only one of them? What would they do, fight over her? Trent tossed the uncomfortable thoughts aside and concentrated on Crystal’s lovely curves instead. There would be plenty of time to worry about that later. For now, he had a beautiful woman tucked up close to him and he intended on r
elishing every moment with her.
6
Mac was miserable. He hadn’t seen Crystal since Friday night, and it was now Monday. It’d been two days. Two days of dreaming of Crystal’s perfect skin, exotic eyes, tight pussy. They’d talked on the phone. They’d texted each other. But it wasn’t the same. He wanted to see her. What was wrong with him? Never had he been so obsessed with a woman before in his life. Now he kept imagining the way she’d looked when she’d come for him and Trent. And just like that, he swelled and hardened. He had to shift around in his seat just so his dick didn’t feel strangled. “Fuck,” he groaned.
Worse were the feelings of jealousy he harbored for Trent. He’d known that the two of them had shared an intimate evening together. Getting jealous over a woman wasn’t like him. Neither was waiting on a woman to call. The night before he’d tried to flirt with another woman at the club in a lame-ass attempt to get over Crystal, to hell if it had worked. He’d only ended up even more frustrated. His dick hadn’t wanted the redhead. Only Crystal.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered and started to add the numbers again. Mac loved running the nightclub. He was a night owl by nature, and the fast-paced night life at Kinks suited him to a tee. Still, did there have to be so damn much paperwork involved? He hadn’t realized how much elbow grease went into keeping the club afloat, either, staying in the black. Did Trent find it this demanding? Mac doubted it. Because he had a feeling his difficulty today had nothing to do with the hard work and everything to do with Crystal.
Still, as he finished tallying the previous night’s profits, he did see the appeal in owning his own business. Mac had always been so involved in being a lawyer. So when he and Trent had given up their legal careers to run the club full-time, it’d been a huge change. Before that time, he’d never considered branching out on his own. Now he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. He’d fight tooth and nail to keep Kinks.
A sound outside the office drew his attention away from his thoughts. It was a woman’s voice. And not just any woman. He’d know Crystal’s voice anywhere.
He rose out of his chair and was in the kitchen before he even realized how eager that would appear. He should have played it cool and stayed in the office. Forced her to come to him.
But she was here. Finally. But was she here to see him or Trent? He couldn’t wait to find out.
“He knows me. Just tell him it’s Crystal and I want to talk to him.”
