PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (28 page)

Chapter
13

Trent

Within moments, we
were back at the bus. I tossed her to my bed and quickly stepped into the
shower, rinsing the sweat from my pores and the grease from my hair.

I was in and out in
just a couple of minutes. I hadn’t bothered to throw anything more than a pair
of jeans on, anticipating the direction of the next hour.

More accurately,
choosing
that direction.

I had been patient
long enough.

She was finally,
conclusively
mine.

And I intended to
take that privilege.

The rest of the band
knew I was going to be in the bus, and didn’t want to be disturbed. They were
free to enjoy their after-party with the others, and to drag their designated,
temporary fuck-buddies back to the bus to do the deed.

But they understood
the rule.

Nobody bothers Trent.

To my satisfaction,
Angel was sitting exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes clearly traced the
outlines of my muscles as I took her by the hand, pulling her back into my
embrace.

I discovered to my
unending satisfaction that she was putty in my fucking hands. Everything was
right in the world, set back to where we had been interrupted.

But I wasn’t counting
on a minor detail.

The kiss felt fucking
fantastic.

When I felt her lips
brush up against mine, sparks fired off in the back of my head. It was on another
level entirely.

Didn’t know a kiss could
taste
so
good…

Before, it had always
come off as just an agreement, signing a contract of services about to be
rendered. A kiss prior to stripping them bare and losing myself.

But this?

I didn’t know what to
do with this.

Neither did Angel.
Her chest was heaving against me, and in the low lighting I could see her eyes,
furtively searching my own. It was almost as if they were saying,
I don’t know what we’re doing. What are YOU
doing? What are WE doing?

I didn’t really have
an answer.

So I closed mine,
bending in for another powerful kiss, pulling her light body up against mine.
Her hands rested against my shoulders, almost pushing me away, but sliding
around the back of my neck instead.

I could hear her moan
into the kiss, and
god fucking dammit
if that didn’t make me harder than stone where it mattered.

We slid backwards,
down onto the bed. Circumstances put her lying on top of me, and I pulled her
down into another deep, satisfying kiss. I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth,
tugging lightly to excite her, but hard enough to vent out my sexual
frustration.

This has been a long time coming,
I
thought to myself.
And I intend on making
the most of it.

I let one hand
lightly tug at her miniskirt, while the other slapped down
hard
against her ass. She yelped, almost jumping up, but I wouldn’t
let her leave me. Instead, my teeth tugged at her lower lip again, inviting her
down further.

I could taste her desire.

I could feel her
racing heartbeat.

I could sense her
nervousness, her anxiety.

These things only
pumped more blood into the stiffening tool between my legs, pushing up against
her. My cock ached for fulfillment, strained for release against her. It sensed
her furious, hungry need, and it wanted to satisfy.

With the slightest
shift of my body, it was pushing right where it mattered most – up between her
thighs, her positioning meaning that with just the smallest movements…

Angel matched my
grinding, pushing against my rock-hard cock in the semi-darkness. Her breathing
was audible now, and I kissed her passionately, pressing my tongue up between
her lips and against her own.

My cock flexed
against her.

Yes,
I thought to it. I was so close to shredding
her clothes from her body and fulfilling my aching need with her.

This is happening.

No surprises this time.

You’ll get your prize.

With our tongues
still writhing against each other’s, I easily flipped her to her back, climbing
on top of her.

My conquest was lying
beneath me, trembling. The small amount of light reflected over her eyes, and I
dove in for another hungry, delicious kiss…

Wait.

Something’s not right.

There was something
in her eyes.

Something I didn’t
like.

Was she…about to CRY?

“What’s the matter?”
I asked, half seriously but half angrily.

“N-n-nothing,” she
whimpered.

A deep sigh slid
involuntarily from my chest. “Tell me. What’s the problem.”

“It’s nothing, I
swear.”

“It’s
not
nothing.”

“No, it’s just…I’m…”

“You’re
what.
”

She was seriously
testing my patience now.

My conquest, still
lying beneath me, turned her gaze away. I wasn’t having any of that, so I
clamped both sides of her jaw with a strong grip and physically turned her
back.

“
Tell me.
”

She trembled harder.

Her entire body was
quivering now.

“I’m not…I just…”

Spit. It. The. Fuck. Out.

“I’m a virgin.”

It struck me like a
sack of bricks.

I almost laughed.

“You’re a
virgin.
”

She nodded quietly,
turning away again.

“With a body like
this… How the fuck are you still a virgin?”

She blushed, but
there was still ample shame plastered across her face. My lay was taking this
seriously
to heart.

But that’s when I
realized.

A virgin.

My rightful place.

First
.

“Well…that just means
we’ll be going a little slower, doesn’t it?” I whispered to her, trying to
sound as tender as I possibly could.

She turned back.

“You’d…do that?”

“You’re damn right I
would.”

Angel looked me in
the eyes. Even in the low light, I couldn’t tell what was going through her
head in the slightest. After a moment that felt like a fucking eternity, she
nodded.

“Okay.”

I reached down and
fondly planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn’t
even have to pretend – it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the
hunger of my usual passion.

Carefully,
delicately, I guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped
bare beneath me, her body opened up for the taking.

Her tits looked
fantastic.

Her shaved little
pussy was glistening.

Her skin was ready
for my pleasure.

But…

But.

I couldn’t believe
it. I had never,
ever
hesitated
before taking a partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased
with their bodies…it was
alien
to me
to actually
care
about any of them
for longer than the moment.

“Is…is something
wrong?” She asked timidly.

“No,” I answered
immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced
dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. “No, everything’s fine.”

“You’re…not doing anything,”
she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed
together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.

“I’m just savoring
the moment,” I told her, although I wasn’t fooling anybody.

I sat down beside her
on the bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of
stupid, idiotic hesitance.

My conquest was here.

She was ripe, and
ready for the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty,
hungry lust within me screamed:
you’re
going to be FIRST.

“This doesn’t feel
right,” I felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.

“Wh-what do you
mean?”

Angel was sitting up
now, hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it
against her breasts, her legs wrapped together beneath her.

“I…”

I didn’t have words.

But she was concerned
now.

Scared.

I
needed
to have the right words.

“I don’t think I can
do this to you,” I heard myself whisper as I turned away. “As much as I want to
fuck you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside… I don’t think I
can do that to you.”

It was like an
out-of-body experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this
conscience
had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its
own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled
against absolutely
defiling
her.

I knew that’s exactly
what would happen otherwise.

Without any
hesitation, I could rock her world. I would bring her to fresh levels of bliss
that she could barely fathom, let alone crave.

She was virginal.

She had no idea what
I could do to her.

But I did.

And not even just
physically.

I could seriously
fuck 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 cock through the denim.