Pretending She's His: A Hard Feelings Novella (9 page)

His hand cupped her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple. “What about this?” he asked, seeming confident of her answer, then went back to dusting kisses along the back of her neck, sending an array of goose bumps in every direction. His tongue darted out and swiped a line from the base of her ear to the curve of her neck and she shivered.

“You like this too?”

He wanted her to say it. He wanted her to tell him exactly how much his touch was affecting her. But he didn’t need the verbal confirmation, she knew he didn’t. Her body’s reactions said enough. He was such a cocky ass. “Don’t play stupid with me, Trev. You know I like it. But I’m not about to start stroking your ego now.”

His laughter pushed her hair around her shoulder. “Please tell me you keep your feistiness in bed too.”

Were they going to do this? Was she going to go here with him? God, she wanted it. But a small part of her hesitated, wondering if it would take away from their friendship. Would it change everything?

Somehow, she thought it already had.

She flipped to her back and looked up at him. His steel eyes looked like liquid metal. Hot and shiny—glassed over with desire. The corners of his lips tilted into a lopsided smirk and his tongue darted out and skimmed across them. Whether or not he did it on purpose didn’t matter. She wanted it. She wanted it on her. She wanted to taste it and feel it—everywhere.

He was lying on his side, hovering over her. His hand was stroking up and down her stomach, each time getting a little lower and lower.

He held her eyes. There was no question in them, no waiting, and no wondering. It’s like he knew the answer to all his questions already. He knew she wanted him. He knew how good his hands on her felt, and he was drinking it all in by the look in her eyes.

“I’m bending your rules . . .” he quipped, yet the low, raspy vibration of his words sounded as if he was questioning her reaction, giving her the opportunity to tell him to stop. He knew her body wanted him, but he also understood the game.

“Fuck the rules,” she proclaimed. Then she leaned up and crushed her lips to his.

Immediately his tongue invaded her mouth.
Finally.
He was forceful and eager but completely gentle at the same time. She melted into the mattress as his body made its way on top of her. She felt deluged by him—but she loved it. Every inch of her body was touching a part of him and it calmed the rotating ball in her chest that had been building and building over the weekend, ever since their charade had started and he’d first touched her in a way he’d never touched her before.

His lips left her mouth and she whimpered. She wasn’t done kissing him. She loved the way his mouth moved over hers. She loved the taste of him on her lips.

Abruptly opening her eyes from shock, she stared at the ceiling. Being with Trevor this way felt
right,
it felt good. They were behind closed doors. There was no pretending going on between them but that didn’t make it real—and she didn’t care.

“Red?” he questioned, looking into her eyes as if they held the answer. When she didn’t respond, he dipped his head down and scattered kisses along the base of her throat.

“I want this,” he said, snaking his hands down her sides and to the back of her thighs. He pulled her legs up, his hips falling between her thighs as he continued to tease the thin skin at her throat with his tongue. “I want
you
. I want to pull these fucking shorts from these fine-ass legs of yours and bury myself deep inside you. Fuck, Eva,” he whispered, lifting his head back to look at her. She could feel his erection pressing against her, nestling along the exact place it needed to be. Just the hard feel of it between their clothes made her internal muscles clench in anticipation. She wanted this too.

“I’m hangin’ on by a thread here, baby,” he said as his forehead fell to hers. “I can feel you want this just as much as I do. But if I’m wrong, tell me now and I’ll stop. Because if not—”

“Don’t stop, Trev.”

He leaned up, bracing his hands on either side of her body to support his weight. “Are you sure?”

She grabbed the hem of her tank top and peeled it over her head, dropping it off the side of the bed. “I’m sure,” she said as she leaned up onto her elbow to get closer to him. She extended her neck to reach his chest and licked the underside of his hard pectoral as she dragged her nails along his lower back until they reached the waist of his boxers.

His eyes were observing her with a need that matched her own. Her tongue journeyed over to the other pec and she swirled it over his nipple. He groaned deep in his throat and leaned back onto his knees. Grabbing the sides of her shorts, he quickly tugged them down. “Dammit, Red. I could look at your naked body all fucking night.”

She smiled. “Well, please don’t. I need you to do more than just look at me.”

Leaning down, he stopped a breath away from her lips. “I plan on it,” he whispered before he kissed her. They were pressed together, skin to skin, and it felt good. Better than good. His mouth teased and taunted her lips while his hands worked her breasts, his fingers roughly pulling on her nipples until she was moaning into his mouth.

She squirmed beneath him. She was enjoying his touch. She was enjoying his kisses. But she needed more. He had touched her and kissed her all day, making her crave more from him. She knew he could be sweet. He could be intimate and considerate. He’d known when to soothe her, or when to touch her to ignite a physical reaction from her. He’d caressed her softly, kissed her gently, and held her fondly. He had played the perfect part. But now it was just the two of them. She didn’t want any of those other things from him. She just wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him deep and hard. She wanted him to lose the control he exuded with her. For the first time since she’d known him, she wanted him to let go and take her.

“Trev,” she said, breaking their kiss.

He was breathless and panting. Moving his mouth to her breasts, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, pulling it into his mouth, swirling his tongue.

She arched into him, the throb between her thighs increasing with the wet warmth of his mouth followed by the cool sting as he pulled away and blew over the previously assaulted skin.

“Trev,” she repeated.

“Hmm?” he responded, licking a path down the center of her stomach.

She sighed. “This feels good”—he latched onto the inside of her thigh and squeezed, causing her to jerk from the sweet bite of his fingers—“oh . . . it feels good . . . but—”

“This is only the beginning,” he whispered against her stomach. His fingers skimmed up her thigh until they brushed her center, then he sank a finger inside her—testing her wetness.

Writhing against his hand, she moaned. “I’m more of an instant gratification girl. Trev, I need you to fuck me, now.”

His head lifted and an elated grin pulled across his face. “Damn, feisty and bossy.”

She slipped her fingers under the waist of his boxers and started tugging them down. “Stop. Talking.”

Laughing, he stood from the bed and stepped out of his boxers. Eva stared at him unashamed. His body was a masterpiece cut from stone. His chiseled chest and abs had always been her favorite spot to view, but seeing the sharp cut of his hips that created a path to his impressive cock was sneaking into first place. Seeing him naked made her appreciate staring at him even more than she did before. She loved thick thighs on a man, and Trevor’s were perfect. The muscles moved under his skin as he walked to his suitcase and a grin fanned her heated face as she watched him from behind. Pure. Fucking. Perfection.

Trevor grabbed a condom out of his bag and made his way back to the bed. Eva’s heart started banging against her chest making it hard to breathe. Stopping in front of the mattress, he smiled down at her, slow and torturous—cocky.

Crawling to him, she stopped at the edge of the bed and took him in her hand. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her. But she needed to touch him—just once. She wanted to feel him and show him that she could have the same effect on him as he had on her.

Gipping him tightly, she slid her hand down his hard shaft, then back up. He twitched in her hand and pushed his hips toward her. “Easy, Red,” he said between a moan and a sigh. Easy wasn’t generally a word she was familiar with in the bedroom. Leaning forward, she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she slid her hand back down.

“Fuuck.” This was the exact effect she wanted to have on him.

She sucked harder and cupped him underneath, rolling him in her hands as she trailed her tongue down the underside of his cock to the base before pulling the smooth skin into her mouth as she continued to stroke him with her hand. She loved this. She loved the control she felt with him in her mouth, pleasuring him, making him flex his hips and moan deep in his chest. She loved the way his hands held tight in her hair, holding her in place as she hummed softly around him.

Pulling her mouth away and licking her way back up, she sucked the head of his cock back into her mouth once more then took him all—as much as she could, relaxing her throat as she sucked him deeper.

A stream of curses flew from his mouth in a low, pleasure-induced rasp. His hands left her hair and he clasped onto her shoulders, pushing her back. “Turn over,” he ordered.

She smiled, she couldn’t help it. The sound of his voice was raw, desperate, and sexy as hell. And she loved being the reason for his urgency.

***

This woman was testing his limitations and pushing them to the brink of shattering. She had shocked the hell out of him when she wrapped her mouth around his dick. Her sweet, warm mouth. Hell, he was lucky he didn’t come. She knew how to suck cock, that was for damn sure. As much as he would have loved to feel those full lips of hers squeeze his dick as he came into her mouth—he wanted to come with her. He wanted to hear her scream out his name as he pounded into her from behind, latching onto her ass, her hips, her hair, whatever the hell he could get his hands on. And that’s exactly what he planned on doing.

He watched as she crawled onto her hands and knees; that perfectly round ass of hers in his reach, just begging to turn pink from his palm.

Trevor flattened his hand on Eva’s back, just above her ass, and guided it forward until it was resting between her shoulder blades, then he pushed her down. Her arms gave, bending at the elbow until her cheek was pressed into the mattress and she was supporting herself with her forearms. She was open for him, her ass in the air, and it was fucking beautiful. Sliding a finger over her opening, he teased her, giving her just enough to make her tighten around his finger, but not enough to hit that sweet spot deep inside her. No, he would hit that spot soon enough, though.

“Damn, you’re wet,” he murmured. She rocked her hips back, trying to push his fingers in deeper but he withdrew. “Impatient?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Okay, so he hadn’t planned to rub that little sweet spot with his finger because he wanted her strung out and begging for him, but the sound of pure desperation in her voice crumbled his resolve. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to feel her squirm from his touch.

He slid his finger back inside her and readjusted the angle of his hand, then leisurely pushed another in, reaching them deeper, before hooking his fingers until he felt that soft pad that emitted a moan from her lips. Fuck it. Instant gratification was overrated.

He lowered his body, kneeling on the floor. God she was beautiful. Reaching up, he latched onto her hips and pulled her body toward him until her knees were on the edge of the bed and her calves and feet were dangling of the side. Then he slowly swiped his tongue up the center of her pussy—giving plenty of attention to her clit as he plunged his fingers back inside her.

An audible sigh saturated the air around them and she rocked her hips back as if she was begging for more, searching for her release. She tasted too fucking sweet, and he could easily stay where he was all night and taste her until every muscle in her body gave out. But he was being selfish. He knew having her naked in his bed was a rare opportunity and one that he might not ever get again. He was going to take her. He was going to make her remember the way it felt to have him deep inside her.

He withdrew his fingers and stood back up, a whimper reaching his ears. “Trevor,” she whined, her voice uneven and heavy.

“Almost, baby,” he promised as he ripped the condom foil open with his teeth and slid it down his erection.

“Hurry.”

He loved hearing her beg for him. He was used to her razor-tongue and her snarky attitude toward him. Sure she was sweet—but this woman liked to rib him every chance she got, so hearing her on the flip side begging for him was a sound he would replay over and over again in his mind.

He didn’t give her warning. He just secured his hands on her hips and thrust into her. She gasped in shock then sighed in relief. She was tight, and wet, and warm. He didn’t know how long he would last, especially when she clamped down around him, clinging to him as he pulled his hips back, sliding out of her. But he would try like hell.

Holding onto her, he pulled himself out then thrust back in—hard and deep. He didn’t want to go fast. Instead, he found a steady rhythm that allowed him to appreciate every slick part of her pussy as he pumped into her.

His hands enjoyed their exploration of her body as he watched them connect from behind. Her tight stomach, her perky tits, and her delicious ass.

Eva lifted her face from the mattress and raised up on her hands so she could join in on the rhythm he set in place. He saw an opportunity and he took advantage, collecting her curly hair in his hands and tugging back, pinning her head in place.

She groaned in satisfaction. He knew she would like it rough.

He leaned his chest against her back, snaking his free hand around her to rub her clit as he sucked on her shoulder. So many sensations rolling and weaving and overlapping all at once and it was sending him closer and closer.

Leaning back up, keeping a hold on her hair, he smacked her ass—and she jumped. It was a surprised little jerk, making her tighten around his dick. So he gently rubbed the branded flesh—then did it again. Only this time harder.