PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (29 page)

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

Angel didn’t look
afraid now.

She looked…different.

“Shut up and fuck me,
Trent.”

Where the fuck 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…

Chapter 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. God 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 worshipped my ample bosom.

With dripping lust,
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 cock sprung to life.

And it was
massive.

A long, thick
erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a
glistening drop of his precum 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 anticipation 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 pussy.

“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 button 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 clit, 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 clit.

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
whiplashing down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” I
begged him hungrily. “Please don’t stop,
fuck
,
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 lustful, all-encompassing sexual gratification.

I’d never experienced
anything like this.

“Was that your first
orgasm?” 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, massive cock 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 brushing 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 pushing 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 massive trunk that stretched outward. I
lowered my face, grasping the studded cock. It was slick with wet pleasure,
clearly ready for my attention.

My tongue slipped
against his bulbous crown.

It was salty, yet
sweet.

The head was so firm,
so full of blood and eager for release. I realized how selfless Trent had been,
bringing me to an orgasm first, and I wanted to repay him in kind.

My lips wrapped
around his head, and I pushed down around the shaft.

His immediate groans
told me what I needed to know. They encouraged me, pushed me onwards, and I
began to slowly draw myself up and down his cock. It was interesting to feel
his piercings against my tongue – I hadn’t really thought about catching on
them, but to my satisfaction they didn’t bother me in the slightest.

At Trent’s
instruction, I started teasing him, flicking my tongue along the base of his
head as I stroked his cock with my hand. This got me the reaction I wanted, and
he lifted his head to groan, looking down into my eyes.

I gave him the
sexiest look I could muster, and he almost came right there and then.

Instead, he pulled me
up from his cock, tossing me back down into the covers. Instinctively, my
ankles parted, and he descended upon me in the instant.

The exhilaration
threw my eyes wide open, and I was barely prepared for his lips against mine
again, his tongue in my mouth. My chest was heaving; my fingers were digging
into his shoulder blades.

I could only barely
keep up with his unhinged pleasure, and terror gripped me as I felt the tip of
his cock brush up against my lower lips.

“Are you ready?” He
whispered delicately.

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I’m ready,” I
whispered.

“Prove it,” he
grinned.

“Trent…fuck me,” I
pleaded.

The head began to
push in, and I gasped against his grinning, confident lips.

Just a finger or two
had stretched me, but his thick cock was on a completely different level. If he
hadn’t already prepared me with his tongue…I knew I wouldn’t have been able to
withstand his massive, hot member.

As promised, Trent
was gentle. I held onto his body and tried to relax, and he reassuringly
whispered sweet nothings and support into my ear. We waited like that for just
a moment and I knew it was time. Catching his eyes, I smiled.

Oh GOD…

He drove deep, my
body engulfing his saliva slickened cock into my wetness and taking my
virginity once and for all.

I was claimed.

I was
his.

Trent was sheathed
deep inside me. The sting subsided after a few moments to manageable, almost
pleasurable levels. I was amazed at how well he fit inside me. His cock was so
huge, stretching my slickened walls so wide. I just didn’t think I could take
it.

He continued being
gentle, at least at first.

Trent was precise
with his movements, positioning my hips so that his piercings excited my folds
just properly, pressing up against my button of nerves deep inside.

“Oh god…” I murmured,
my fingernails clenching into his back.

“I’m going to be
careful this first time.”

I nodded, barely able
to focus on his words. Did he mean there would be a next time?

Trent held himself up
above me, ensuring that his weight didn’t crush me. I felt him push deep into
me and drag halfway out, not willing to break our physical connection.

As I adjusted to his
movements, I started to sway my hips with them, pushing against his pelvis with
my own to meet the grinding of our bodies.

He seemed to be
enjoying himself, judging by his eyes clasped shut, the groans from deep within
his thick, barrel chest, and the way that his cock trembled inside.