PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (33 page)

And he descended.

Chapter 21

Trent

I tossed Angel’s
palms against the wall, grasping hungrily at her miniskirt.

“I need to get inside
you,” I grunted hungrily into her ear.

Angel opened her
mouth, but I quickly clamped my hand around her lips. With my partner instantly
muffled, I felt her tongue along the backs of my fingers, only heightening my
arousal.

My spare hand
immediately unzipped my jeans, unsheathing the blazing, hard weapon between my
legs. I deftly tugged at her panties, pulling them down her thighs just enough
to give myself purchase into her smoldering, dripping pussy.

I wanted her.

Dominated.

Taken.

Mine.

First, I tore a
condom free from its packaging in my teeth, sheathing my weapon.

I reached up with my
free hand, clamping it lightly around her throat as I held her pinned between
the wall and myself. Meanwhile, my cock strained hard between her legs, sliding
against her outer lips.

She craved my cock.

Needed me inside her.

Good.

I gave her throat
another squeeze before reaching down to grasp my tool firmly, stroking it along
her lips. She groaned into my palm, cupped over her lips, and arched her back
against me.

It was true that I
wanted to tease her more.

But I couldn’t hold
on any longer.

I
had
to feel her clench around me.

So I drove my cock
deep inside in one hard thrust.

Instantly, her warm,
wet folds enveloped my thick, bursting cock. I practically let myself go right
there and then. It was a miracle I was able to hold it together.

A long, emanating
moan drew out from her lungs, and she started to bounce her hips onto my tool.
I held her back, pinned against the wall, with one hand still around her mouth
and the other grasping a fistful of her hair.

Not yet,
I smiled wickedly.

I’M in control.

Steadying myself
slightly, I began to slam my hips into hers, gripping her hair like a rein. It
took some effort to keep in position with both hands around her head, but I
knew that she was enjoying this tremendously.

Her palms were still
steady against the wall, absorbing the momentum of my thrusts – keeping her
from slamming her face against the surface like a headboard.

I relinquished my
grip on her mouth, instead digging my fingertips around her waist as I gripped
her ass.

That sexy little
miniskirt was hot, the ruffles bouncing with the intensity of our fucking. Of
course, this would have been
way
easier
if I’d ripped her clothes off of her and dropped my own, but I couldn’t control
the spontaneity of it.

And I knew she was
digging it, too.

My hands grasped her
breasts fully as our hips continued to grind against one another, my cock
burrowing deep into her sopping pussy. I let my fingers stroke her nipples,
clenching them together to catch the small, puckering peaks and tug them up.

I knew that my weapon
was coated in her sweet nectar by now, and as much as I wanted to force her to
her knees and lick it completely clean…I had other plans.

My hands migrated. I
let one drift around her neck again while the other headed south, rubbing
circles around her clit.

She moaned with
intensity again – I knew that a powerful orgasm was on the horizon if I kept
this up.

“We don’t have much
time,” she whispered.

“Hurry up, then,” I
declared lustfully.

“What?”

“I said, ‘Come for
me, Angel,’” I murmured into her ear. “Let yourself go on my cock.”

I could feel her
begin to seize up, almost as if her body were simply waiting for my command.
She went rigid, her arms stiffening against the wall as she did what I
demanded.

What helped with that
was that I picked up the pace. As soon as I realized she was close, I began
jacking up the tempo, thrusting deep and powerfully into her.

As her pussy clamped
down onto my erect tool, I felt her milk me dry. My orgasm rocketed into her,
spurting several thick, hot ropes of my burning gift into her channel.

Or at least the
rubber lining between us.

With deep, thirsty
pants, I collapsed against her and the wall. Careful not to crush her, I
steadied myself on either side, gulping down air.

“I don’t think I
could ever get used to that,” she murmured.

“Good. Because we’re
doing it again.”

“I…wait, what?”

“You heard me,” I
told her, pushing her down over the bed and dragging her onto all fours.
Removing and tying the condom, I set it aside and replaced it with a fresh one.

“We’re going to be
exhausted enough as it is…”

“Spread ‘em,” I
commanded impatiently.

A sexy smile crossed
her face as she pushed her ankles further apart, and I pushed myself down into
her wet, dripping chasm again…

After another amazing
round of sex, we were curled up together in bed with spoonfuls of ice cream
from the freezer – pretty much the only thing I had in the house. I’d turned
the bedroom big-screen on, and some inane reality show was droning with the
volume down.

Angel looked like she
was on the verge of asking something, but holding back. I was about to directly
ask her when she finally opened her mouth.

“Did you mean what
you said, earlier?” She finally whispered.

 
I took another lick of my spoon.

“About what?”

“About staying here
forever…being yours.”

“Of course I did,” I
told her without skipping a beat. “I don’t say shit like that unless I mean it.
You should learn to take me more seriously.”

“But we haven’t
really known each other more than a couple of weeks…how can you possibly be
sure?”

“Don’t be so
critical,” I told her. “Trust me.”

Something seemed to
dawn on her.

“You…you’re just
going with this, aren’t you?” She asked, sitting up straight. “Just going with
the flow? Do you
actually
care?”

“Of course I care,” I
told her testily. “You’re mine. We established this. You belong to
me.
So I care about you and your
well-being.”

She seemed uneasy.

“What is it?” I
sighed.

“I get it now,” she
bitterly replied, climbing out of the bed. “This is just your life, isn’t it?”

“I don’t have any
idea what you’re talking about,” I replied grumpily.

She was getting
upset.

Why?

Haven’t I given her everything she wanted?

“What happens when
you get bored of me, Trent?” She demanded to know, placing her bowl of
half-finished ice cream on the end table. “What happens then?”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not
going
to get bored with you.”

“You can’t know that
for sure.”

“Drop it,” I
demanded.

“I
can’t
drop it. I need to know.”

“Fine. You want it
this way?” I ascended from the bed, rising up as a naked, angry stack of
muscles and mounting irritation. “Kick the hornet’s nest, then. If you’re going
to try and rile me up like this, then maybe I
will
get bored of you. This is where I come to relax between tours,
or studio sessions, or practice jams. I’m tired. I don’t exactly need you
fucking this all up for me.”

Angel bit back tears
and grabbed her clothes, throwing on her shirt and panties before rushing from
the room.

“
Don’t you run from me,
” I growled after her, but it was too late.

Fuck. Why?

What was the point of THAT?

Angrily, I threw my
bedroom TV remote across the room. It broke apart against the wall, clattering
uselessly to the floor as the batteries bounced away.

I glared at the
television screen.

Two middle-aged
bitches were fighting, and it kept cutting away to the overacted, stunned faces
of a few people nearby – probably family members or friends.

There isn’t even anything decent on.

My ears pricked. I
could hear a slight shuffle of her at the bottom of the stairs, and then
silence permeated the house.

She’ll be back,
I told myself angrily.

An hour passed
without her return, and I decided to swallow my pride and walk back downstairs.
As I descended the landing and flicked on a tableside lamp, I spotted Angel –
curled up alone on the couch.

The size of my
sectional only seemed to make her look even smaller, and for the first time
since our argument I felt a pang of remorse.

“What are you doing
down here?” I asked her.

“Leave me alone.”

I gazed towards the
staircase. Up there was nothing but a wasted night without her company.

“Yeah…that’s not
going to happen.”

Her shoulders bounced
slightly, and as I approached her, she turned away.

I realized then that
she had been crying.

“What
was
all of that, upstairs?” I asked her.
“Where did
any
of that come from?”

Angel sniffled, still
facing into the couch. She murmured something, but her positioning muffled the
response.

“You’re going to have
to try and run that one past me again,” I informed her. “Perhaps this time, you
could face me. It would certainly help with the hearing.”

Angel reluctantly
switched positions, rolling over to face me.

“I said, ‘You’re
going to get rid of me.’”

I was almost furious.

Livid
, that she would dare question me.

That she’d question
my trust, my judgment.

But I could see Angel
clearly, in that moment.

She wasn’t an
insolent brat, begging for attention or throwing some sort of bullshit pity
party.

She was
scared
.

“You don’t understand
what this does to someone like me,” she clarified, studying my face as I
relaxed. “You just swooped into my life and pulled me away from everything I
hated. I never thought I’d really get out of there, away from that shithole
town in the middle of nowhere…but then
you
came along.”

“You’re afraid,” I
observed gently. “You’re scared that this will end, and you’ll wake up in that
little room behind the bar.”

“This can’t be real,
none of this,” she whimpered. “I can’t let myself believe it for a minute. When
I do – when I give myself into it – it’s all going to leave me.”

“Angel,” I whispered
tenderly.