Just Friends (16 page)

Trenton watched with fascination as renewed
desire unfurled in Alannah’s face—the pleasure-filled grimace, the
closing of teeth around her lip. Every time he pushed down, she
lifted her hips up to meet him. He glanced at the union of their
bodies and watched how he sliced into her. The sight was the most
erotic thing he had ever seen, and his muscles bunched tight under
the ache of restraint.

He wanted to plow into her. He wanted to
claim her with all his length. But he knew she wasn’t ready and
he’d promised to take it easy.

Pumping with a little more vigor, he bent his
head to her pretty breasts. They were small and round, with tight
little nipples that carried tints of rose and brown in equal
measure. His tongue lashed across the tips and she twisted upward,
her hips moving even faster as she easily matched his rhythm. He
greedily sucked her into his mouth and tortured the tips of her
breasts with his teeth. Enthusiastic cries filled his ears, and her
writhing body stroked his ego.

As excitement mounted within him, Trenton
didn’t let up. One hand fisted on the pillow beside her head,
keeping a determined rein on his climax until she achieved another
one. The other hand lowered to behind a knee and lifted her leg
around his waist so he could slide a little deeper.

Hands now free, Alannah sank her nails into
his clenching buttocks. His control almost snapped right then, and
he swore into her neck. Trenton drew deep breaths filled with the
sweet aroma of her feminine scent. He traced the line of her arched
throat with the tip of his tongue, certain no other woman’s sweat
had ever tasted as good.

His hips continued to move. Careful not to
plunge too deep. Careful not to thrust too hard. Jaw tight, he
simply held on, taking pleasure in her cries and reveling in the
moist heat of her welcoming body.

A cry tore from Alannah’s throat and her
entire body tensed. Trenton slid his hand to her bottom and
squeezed with his long fingers. She immediately exploded around him
with climactic tremors more intense than the first time.

“T-Trent,” she said, in a broken, feverish
whisper that sheared shivers down his spine.

That was what finally pushed him to the
brink. He abandoned himself to an intense orgasm that lashed
ecstasy across his muscles and tightened his entire frame. The
jarring climax pulsed through his blood as he careened over the
edge, his body thrusting, his muscles aching, and his brain clouded
by a fog of immeasurable sensual bliss.

****

In the dark bedroom, Alannah listened to
Trenton wash up in the bathroom. She rolled onto her side, faced
away from the door, and pulled the bed sheets up around her waist.
She wondered with trepidation what would happen in the next few
moments.

Was he a cuddler? If not, she’d be okay with
that.

Would he leave when he came out? She’d be
okay with that, too, she told herself, even though her stomach
clenched in distress at the thought.

The bathroom door clicked open and a thin
triangle of light slanted across the bottom of the bed before
Trenton turned it out. Her throat closed as she listened to his
quiet movements.

He slid onto the bed, and her heart thudded
violently as he shifted on the mattress. Her fingers tightened on
the sheet as she waited.

Then he put his arms around her, pulled her
in tight, and molded around her body.

Alannah relaxed into his embrace and breathed
easier. This was more than she’d expected. She wanted to speak,
wanted to ask the question that made her throat ache—
What
now?
But fear kept her muzzled.

Her fantasy had come true, and she didn’t
want to spoil the moment with words.

So she clasped his hands in both of hers and
closed her eyes to the tears of happiness that filled them almost
to overflowing.

Waking up to Alannah’s soft body was a
nice surprise. After making love two more times, they’d fallen
asleep spooning, and Trenton had slept the whole night through, in
a deep, undisturbed slumber. He pressed his face into her auburn
hair and inhaled the familiar scent. He was addicted to the citrusy
fragrance now. Slowly, he felt himself growing hard and pressed his
pelvis against her bottom. He hated to disturb her sleep, but he
was horny again.

He kissed her neck and shoulders and eased a
knee between her thighs. Moaning, she arched back against him.

“What are you doing?” Her sleepy morning
voice was sexy, with a husky, throaty edge.

He responded by taking his hard penis in hand
and positioning it between her legs. Then he rested his leg over
hers for a tight fit. “You don’t have to do a thing. Just let
me…”

Groaning, Trenton kissed her bare shoulder.
She was so soft and smelled so good, and he wanted to be close to
her. As close as two people could get without penetration.

Alannah stretched and arched her back,
pushing her body even tighter against him. Trenton covered one of
her breasts, massaging the supple mass with gentle but firm
strokes, and used his thumb to play with the tip. Rewarded with a
puckered nipple against his palm, he grunted, sliding his length
back and forth between her thighs.

“Wait,” she whispered. She twisted in his
arms and placed a featherlight kiss on his throat. “Get on your
back.”

Trenton followed the instruction and rolled
onto his back. Through half-closed eyes he watched an impish smile
slide across Alannah’s lips as she took his stiff length in both
hands and gently squeezed. He grimaced from the dart of pleasure,
his body coming fully awake and excited at the prospect of further
contact.

She stroked him into a more rigid form, the
mischievous smile growing wider and extending into her hazel eyes.
She kissed the rapidly beating pulse in the middle of his
collarbone, and then moved her lips lower to suck his hard
pecs.

He watched her through half-closed eyes as
she kissed her way to his nipples and flicked them with her tongue.
They turned into hard disks, surprising him, because he’d never
really considered himself sensitive there before.

“Feels good, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Alannah slid lower, the tangle of sheets and
the warmth of skin-to-skin contact as she glided down his body
turning him on even more. Trailing his fingers through her rumpled
hair, he watched as she went lower and lower, past his diaphragm,
over the taut muscles of his stomach, and lower still until his
abdomen muscles tightened to the point of verging on pain.

With a sultry expression that took his breath
away, she stretched her mouth over the broad tip of his shaft.

Trenton’s toes clenched tight as she took him
deeper, sucking and licking like she had a tasty Popsicle between
her lips. The delicious suction of her mouth massaged the first
half, while the lower half was caught in one of her hands. Her hand
and mouth moved up and down on him in tandem, her tongue swirling
and stroking the underside of his length like a pro.

Part of him loved it, and part of him hated
that she was so good. It meant she’d done this before. Maybe even
often. He thrust the disturbing thought away and concentrated on
the visual before him. Of her pink mouth stretched wide over his
shaft. How every now and again, the thick tip pushed out the side
of her cheek—an erotic sight that would be emblazoned in his mind
for a long time to come.

The pressure built in his balls, tightening
until he was on the brink of erupting.

“I’m about to come, sweetheart,” he
groaned.

He had to warn her. Not every woman tolerated
a man shooting into her mouth. But she didn’t stop. He thought she
hadn’t heard him, because she continued in earnest. But then she
gently massaged his balls and her gaze connected with his. She
wanted him to let loose in her mouth.

Shit.

His head started swimming. “Lana…goddamn.”
His voice trembled, left hand curling into the sheets while his
right hand cupped the back of her head.

She just kept going and going. Moaning, like
she enjoyed it. Loved it, even. So enthusiastic he had to grit his
teeth from the heightened excitement of watching her.

His last thought before he erupted into her
mouth was that he never wanted anyone else to see her from this
vantage point.

“Baby…I…
uh
!”

He grunted and his eyes closed tight to shut
out the spinning room as he unleashed into her mouth. He pumped his
hips, pushing as far between her lips as she allowed. His entire
body shuddered. Vibrations extended from his center, out to every
extremity, and folded his toes. He clutched a handful of her hair
and held her head in place until he was limp from her having sucked
every bit of his cum down her throat.

While he struggled to catch his breath, still
in a state of awe, Alannah crawled up beside him and kissed the
underside of his jaw. Then she covered half his body with hers and
rested her head on his shoulder.

“You liked that?” she asked.

Liked
was an understatement, and
clearly she already knew the answer. She sounded mighty pleased
with herself.

“It was good,” were the only words Trenton
could comfortably manage.

His voice had a little catch to it because he
still hadn’t caught his breath. If he kept talking he’d be gushing
like a teenage boy who’d had his first nut. Mind a jumbled mess, he
stared up at the ceiling.

He’d had plenty of head in his life—great
head, fantastic head. There’d been women who’d deep-throated, women
who were old pros, and he still had never had such a ridiculously
good orgasm from oral sex. Never that intense. Never that
explosive.

On top of him, Alannah’s body had grown still
and her breathing more even. She had fallen asleep again, and he
lay there, loving the fact that she’d fallen asleep on him. The
entire scene felt very comfortable, very…intimate.

The pulse in his neck beat a little faster.
He had to get out of there. He needed breathing space and time to
think.

Easing Alannah off him, he managed to escape
her arms. She made a whimpering sound at the loss of contact, which
he completely ignored.

“You’re leaving?” she asked, in the same
sleepy-sexy voice that sent shivers rippling down his spine.

“Yeah, gotta get going.” He snatched up his
clothes from the floor.

“Oh.” Confusion clouded her voice.

She wondered what was going on, and since he
didn’t know himself, it didn’t make sense to try to explain. He
just knew he had to get out of there.

He dressed faster than he ever remembered
dressing before, and that included the time in high school when
he’d almost been busted in a girl’s bedroom by her parents. It had
to be a world record back then, and surely a new world record right
now.

He put on his shoes standing up, resting one
hand against the wall so he wouldn’t have to sit on the bed and
succumb to the temptation to roll over and pull her back into his
arms.

At the door Trenton turned around, and
Alannah was sitting up, clutching the blue-green sheet against her
breasts. As if he didn’t know what they looked like and hadn’t had
his mouth and hands all over them already, flicking the little hard
nipples with his tongue and sucking until she squirmed restlessly
beneath him.

She looked exactly the way he thought she
would—lost, confused, and still blinking sleep from her eyes. She
brushed strands of hair off her forehead.

“Trent…?” she said, uncertainty in her
voice.

“Thanks for…you know.”

She flinched, and he knew it was the wrong
thing to say, but she recovered quickly.

“S-sure.” She swallowed, seeming to shrink a
little in the big bed.

“I’ll call you…um, later.”

“Okay.” She attempted a smile, but it looked
forced, particularly when hitched to the pair of wounded eyes
above.

He shut the door on his way out and ran down
the stairs. Angel was in her little cage, and when she saw him, she
charged out and barked fiercely—with more ferocity than she ever
had before—as if she knew what he’d done. That he’d had his kicks
and was running away.

He didn’t threaten the dog this time. Angel
had every right not to like him. He didn’t like himself very much
right now, either.

He never called.

Not the next day. Or the day after. Or the
day after that.

Nothing. Not even a text.

For five solid days, Alannah didn’t hear from
Trenton. By the way he’d bolted from her bedroom, she’d expected
this from him, but it didn’t make the rejection any less
painful.

She’d let her guard down, bared her soul,
made love with him, and he’d run off. A routine night for him had
been a momentous event for her.

She thought constantly about their
lovemaking. The way he kissed away the delicious soreness of her
backside after he’d given her a good spanking. Of him showering
kisses on her back and neck as he slid in from behind. Of him tying
her hands behind her back and sucking her nipples until she broke
apart like shattered glass.

Alannah released an involuntary whimper and
drew a trembling breath at the memories. She wasn’t cold, but she
sat on the sofa with her legs curled under her and a blanket thrown
across her lap. It provided a modicum of the comfort she needed. So
did the movie she had playing—one of her favorite foreign films,
The Thieves
.

Angel came prancing up to the sofa and stared
up at her, whimpering, clearly sensing the somber mood and
Alannah’s pain. She scooped up the dog, and the Yorkie licked her
chin, whimpering some more.

“I’m okay,” Alannah whispered to her little
companion, rubbing the dog’s head and around her ears. Tears
brimmed and overflowed from her eyes. Sniffling, she quickly swiped
them away and managed a quivering smile. “Trent will call.” She
tucked the dog under her chin. “He has to. He wouldn’t…he wouldn’t
do me like that.”