Page 53 of Out of the Blue

My heart flips at his words, but my brain soon overrides my stupid organ’s leap of fantasy. Sex. He needs sex. “Yes.”

He scans the room for a second, let’s go of my hair and lowers his freed hand to my other butt cheek, and picks me clear off the floor. The next thing I know, my back makes contact with the beige wall behind me. With a grunt, he presses into my body. Even through his jeans, his erection prods, and I roll my hips in appreciation. Yes, sex I can do.

He dry humps me, which causes my breathing to escalate. But I want more. I want all of him.

He pulls back. “Too many clothes.”

The next instant, my feet are on the floor and my zipper is lowered in one frantic beat. He places my hands on my open jeans. “Take them off.”

“Do the same,” I challenge.

“Oh, I plan on it.”

Soon, we’re both naked from the waist down. His lips are back on mine while he parts my wet folds. He inserts two fingers into my body. “I love how wet you get for me, Cordy.”

His nickname makes my nipples tighten beneath my bra. “For you.”

He kisses me, banging my skull against the wall as I give him total control of my pleasure. When his thumb presses on my clit, I’m close. “Yes. Make me come.”

He doesn’t respond with words, instead letting his fingers and tongue do the talking. One more flick, a couple of pumps, and I sail over the edge, screaming his name.

When I return to my senses, his beautiful cock is wrapped and ready. “Open your legs for me.”

Don’t have to tell me twice. Trent grabs his massive erection and positions it at my entrance, but doesn’t push in. I undulate toward him. “Please.”

On an inhale, he thrusts forward, filling me all the way up. Our shirts rub against each other while our naked lower halves perform a dance as old as time. He pulls my leg up and drives in even deeper. He kisses up my neck and ends at my ear, where he bites my earlobe. “You fit me perfectly.” He punctuates his statement with a deep thrust, then swivels his hips.

“God, Trent. More.”

With my back to the unyielding wall and the rest of me joined with his hard body, he switches to pumping into my core. He pounds into me with a ruthless rhythm, making it nearly impossible to catch my breath. In response, I dig my fingernails into his ass.

“Fuck. Cordy. Come for me.”

Two more thrusts later, I do as he orders. He rams into me a few more times, then joins me with a loud groan. His head lands on my shoulder and we both focus on the pleasure coursing through our bodies. After a while, our heart rates drop to below one thousand beats per minute.

“You’re amazing, do you know that?”

I tug one of his dreadlocks. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

My comment elicits a low chuckle, yet he doesn’t move. Knowing he’s still connected to me, holding me, makes my age-old yearnings resurface.Can I believe in our promises to each other?

He disengages from my body and removes the condom. “Let me take care of this.”

While he walks across the room and tosses it into the garbage can, I bend and pick up my jeans. By the time he turns around, I’m wearing my panties again.

He licks his lips. “They’re going to come off again.”

Don’t I have work to do? Doesn’t he? “We didn’t finish our conversation.”

He stops in front of me, his erection already coming back to life. “Talking is overrated. I need you.”

When he expresses his desires like this, I can’t fight him. I let all my reservations go and wrap my fingers around his cock. “Guess I can be persuaded.”

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Trent’s dressed in ripped blue jeans and The Weeknd concert t-shirt under a button-down that won’t make it past the third song. I snatch the cross necklace out of his fingers and clasp it around his neck. He adds a leather strap around his wrist.

Hazel eyes meet mine. “How do I look?”

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