Saving Landon Part 33

And not even just physically.

I could seriously f.u.c.k this girl up.

And I couldn't.

"But I want it, I do," she whispered.

"You think you do," I answered. "You know that you'll enjoy yourself with me, but you know that I'm leaving town soon. We'll probably never see each other again. What then? How will you handle that?"

Angel was caught off-guard.

"I'll manage," she finally told me.

"You're trembling."

My hand slid across her thigh.

She was shaking in the semi-darkness.

"I...I'm sorry," she whispered sadly.

"No. Don't be sorry."

She looked me in the eyes.

It seemed like she was shaking a lot less.

"Do it, Trent," she whispered.

"I can't make you another footnote..."

"No, you're not listening to me," she insisted, her hand sliding along my own thigh and grabbing at my c.o.c.k through the denim.

I caught her gaze, bearing witness to ferocity behind those pretty eyes.

Angel didn't look afraid now.

She looked...different.

"Shut up and f.u.c.k me, Trent."

Where the f.u.c.k is this coming from?

But I could see it. This wasn't a little scared teenager who was trying to be courageous about jumping into bed with me...this was a woman whose confidence suddenly rivaled my own.

She wanted this.

She was ready for this.

My hesitation evaporated, and I drew her into a deep, long kiss, tugging her down into the covers with me...

14.

Angel Trent pulled me down into the bed with him, and our bodies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome, with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.

I could feel an insatiable rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me onward, tomorrow doesn't matter, just focus on the right now.

But, then again, I'd forgotten a lot of things.

I let him take control.

Show me, my eyes pleaded.

Help me learn.

Teach me.

And he did. G.o.d yes he did.

Trent grasped onto my wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.

But he wouldn't let me.

Trent kissed me deeply, hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit at the skin before moving downwards.

His hands still binding my wrists to the bed above my head, he wors.h.i.+pped my ample bosom.

With dripping l.u.s.t, he took one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.

He moved to the other. He kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.

I could see the strong bulge in his jeans.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

Yanking my wrists free, I took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.

Almost immediately, his c.o.c.k sprung to life.

And it was ma.s.sive.

A long, thick erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop of his prec.u.m on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.

But what caught my eye just as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of piercings lining its length.

"You pierced it?" I asked wondrously.

"Ribbed, for your pleasure," he chuckled.

I was fascinated.

"Nuh-uh," he smiled wickedly. "I'm in control. I'm in charge. And it's my job to show you how this works, right? You just lay back until I tell you otherwise..."

I did as I was told, and Trent descended down to my abdomen, peppering a trail of kisses south towards my thighs. He was no longer holding my wrists down, but his large, strong hands wrapped around my thighs...holding me in place.

Playfully, I tried to fight his strength, but it was to absolutely no avail.

His lips planted along my inner thighs, kissing his little trail along the supple skin. I breathed out a sigh of antic.i.p.ation on my back, knowing that my steaming core was ready for whatever he had in mind...

I felt a single, slick finger slide into my wet p.u.s.s.y.

"Oh wow...you are tight," he whispered huskily.

My chasm let him inside, but barely. I could feel myself clenching around his digit as he began to stroke me from the inside, easing me for what was to come.

A second finger poked in beside the first, stretching me harder. Almost immediately, they found my bundle of nerves, stroking along my inner b.u.t.ton and sending fresh spasms of pleasure across my body. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked along the outer lips, teasing my nerve endings with expert precision.

When I thought there couldn't possibly be any more to this, I felt his lips brush against my small, engorged c.l.i.t, his tongue teasing it with varied pleasure.

I moaned with satisfaction as he worked me like a delicate instrument, playing my body to fulfill its needs.

My back lifted from the sheets.

My thighs struggled to clasp around his face.

My fingers threaded deep into his hair.

I rode his face, my hips practically bucking with pleasure as the rockstar worked his magic. He started switching things up his tongue, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers worked my lips and my throbbing c.l.i.t.

It was paradise.

I felt a rising, building, mounting feeling of desire from deep down. It was like nothing I'd ever felt a systematic, rising need that had to be fulfilled, or a struggling, forceful promise that demanded to be made.

My body was quivering with its intensity.

Pleasure was whiplas.h.i.+ng down my spine.

"Don't stop," I begged him hungrily. "Please don't stop, f.u.c.k, just keep going..."

I could sense a change in his breath.

An exhale.

No.

A chuckle.

He was grinning.

My mind was pushed to the edge of a precipice, and finally, achingly, brought to release. I felt my pleasure rocket off the edge as I was brought to a body breaking, overwhelming warmth of l.u.s.tful, all-encompa.s.sing s.e.xual gratification.

I'd never experienced anything like this.

"Was that your first o.r.g.a.s.m?" He asked, pulling up from between my legs as they trembled. The breath had been stripped from my very lips.

"First with... Someone else..."

"Well...tonight's going to be a night of firsts for you, isn't it?" He smiled almost wickedly, although I could sense tenderness behind the grin.

My own large grin crossed my face as I nodded again, sinking down into the sheets. "That was amazing."

"That was just the start," he told me, sliding onto his back beside me. "And now it's your turn, my little Angel."

"My turn?"

"That's right," he grinned, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Laid out beside me, he was a long, powerful specimen of masculine perfection.

Even overlooking that throbbing, ma.s.sive c.o.c.k between his legs, pierced to perfection.

"I don't...I mean, I can, but I don't know how," I whispered, catching my breath.

"Don't worry. I'll show you."

I nodded one last time, sliding onto his body for a deep kiss. I could feel his erection between us and what startled me most, even more than the huge size, was how much warmth it vented.

The thing was practically piping-hot.

I almost flinched at the unexpected heat.

"It's okay," Trent whispered, his fingers brus.h.i.+ng strands of hair from my face. "Just do what feels natural. I'll help you."

I kissed him again, tasting my fluids on his tongue, before pus.h.i.+ng down against his awesome pecs. His skin was so tight, so defined, sculpted into perfection.

Sliding down his body, I let my hands grope, my fingertips trail, and my nails dig. I found myself wanting to learn every inch of his body.

Soon, I was kneeling between his legs in bed, each one a ma.s.sive trunk that stretched outward. I lowered my face, grasping the studded c.o.c.k. It was slick with wet pleasure, clearly ready for my attention.

My tongue slipped against his bulbous crown.

It was salty, yet sweet.