The Possibility of Trey (17 page)

And it was no less so there in his bed, both of us without a stitch on even though we were separated by his fluffy comforter. A comforter that seemed to be slipping away as our heads dipped and angled, our tongues dancing and our sounds of delight punctuating our moves. As the covers shifted, I became aware that his large hot hands replaced it with soft strokes and long caresses. Sliding over my collarbones, my shoulders arousing my skin and connecting to parts of me he wasn't even touching.

He must've known when I became aware of the lack of blanket because he pulled up and moved his gaze from my face to all the flesh exposed by the spread sitting somewhere around my waist. "Goddamn beautiful, Dallas. Every fucking inch."

His words thrilled me and I increased the grip I had on his hair to bring his mouth back to mine. As I did, his hand descended in a brushing motion until my breast was captured in his palm, his thumb grazing my erect nipple.

A gasp I couldn't help caused his mouth to disconnect from mine and his eyes searched my face. "We still okay, Tex?"

I could only nod in reply even though what I was feeling was nowhere near the 'okay' range but had slid along the scale into the area of 'hoo boy'.

Trey dipped his head, his mouth and tongue on my neck and shoulders as his hand kept up its steady, treacherous assault on my bosom which felt heavier and more sensitive. His thumb had been joined by a forefinger which he used to pinch and roll my already tight peak into an aching bead.

"Can't neglect the other one," he murmured, shifting so he could move his hand to work my other breast while using his forearm to drag and continue to torment the one he'd previously been fondling. "I think my girl likes this."

He wasn't wrong. I felt like I was glowing from the fire he was creating, a heat that had me moving my legs and hips restlessly beneath the heavy covers. He transferred his body weight again and he held my eyes as his mouth moved to replace his fingers. A quick circular swipe of his tongue caused a sharp spasm in the swollen, moist flesh between my legs as a groan escaped my lips. At my involuntary response, Trey growled and began to lave and suck at my sensitive bead, creating chaos inside me. Moving between the two he feasted, the hair of his goatee creating a rough counter sensation to the heated silkiness of his tongue and mouth.

"Bet I could make you come from just this." His voice was deep and raspy as his hips massaged his long length against the side of my hip as he continued to toy with my chest. I couldn't disagree since the pressure and ache between my legs was overpowering tearing through all my defenses.

"Oh, Trey," I panted. "I need…"

"What? What do you need, my Dallas?"

I pushed the rest of the comforter down and away from me, causing him to kick it completely off. Shameless in my need, I opened my legs and watched as his eyes dropped to my cleft before raising back to mine. The planes of his face seemed sharp and gave evidence of his desire but it was the intensity in his red-brown eyes that caused another spasm within me.

Holding my stare, his hand slid in one long, slow caress over my tummy, down my belly to my quivering, aching core. His palm cupped me as he used the heel of his hand to grind against my fully swollen pearl while he dipped his middle finger into the source of my pulsating wetness.

My whimper at the feel of his hand felt like it came from my toes and he responded with another growl and then another as my hips lifted to press myself harder into his hand.

"Fuck, yeah. I
knew
it'd be like this. So damn tight and creamy. So fucking responsive. I cannot fucking
wait
to be inside you." His whisper was harsh but his touch was perfect as he began to move, to stroke me. He delved and pressed, moving between my sodden folds as his thumb zeroed in on my point of pleasure while a finger slid deep within me before it too began to move.

My blood was pounding and I was making throaty noises with every panted breath. His mouth came back to join with mine and his tongue seemed to copy what his hand was doing.

"Come for me, Dallas. Let me watch that sweet pussy explode."

At his words, at his crude exciting speech, my body crested as I felt myself shooting free of the pressure. Rising up and out of the tightness until the flames turned into tingling and the electrifying tension to satisfied quivers. I know I'd cried out although I couldn't have said what I'd uttered in that perfect moment where I'd found my orgasm.

It was gift, what Trey gave me that first time. A gift I knew I'd remember and treasure the rest of my life.

She'd screamed his name. At the exact moment when her climax had hit, she'd screamed in
his
name. Which had incited an answering response in his throbbing cock, causing his own orgasm to jet out onto her belly.

Something which had
never
happened to him before in his life.

But the feel of her and the way she'd looked at him, her eyes dilated and unfocused as she'd hit it, had loosened something within him although he couldn't name what it was. The beauty of her and what he'd created using just his hands and mouth was so blisteringly erotic it had scored deep within him.

Even without condoms, Trey never wanted them to leave his bed.

Yet as embarrassing and thrilling as it had been for him, he needed to get a read on how she felt about what they'd just done.

"Was that okay?" Those were not the words he wanted to use but would do for the moment.

Her eyes still glued to his face were now shimmering almost in disbelief. "Does it…I mean, is it always like this between you and your, ah, partners?"

Trey searched her face to see if she was teasing. Nothing but honesty showed through her flushed cheeks, swollen mouth and wide-eyed gaze. He couldn't help his bark of rueful laughter. "Fuck no, Dallas. I can truthfully say this was special."

"Special," she repeated in a whisper and he watched the skin around her eyes and mouth soften. He loved that he'd used the right word, a word that meant something to both of them to reassure her. She turned her head away and Trey dropped down to share her pillow, giving her time to process what they'd done. He felt her stiffen and her head turned back to his.

"I want to make you feel that way, too, Trey."

"You did, pretty girl. And in such a way, I need to clean up my mess." He watched as her eyebrows came together in confusion. "I, uhm, lost it the same time you did. All over your beautiful little belly."

She glanced down and seemed surprised by the puddles of white that dotted her skin.

"Oh!" Her nickel colored eyes came back to his and he watched a shy smile creep over her mouth, one he couldn't help but parrot.

"I'm getting you like my lack of control," he teased, feeling his face crease with an even deeper smile.

"I won't lie," she admitted, running a finger over one of his dimples. "It's kind of hot."

At her words and the expression on her face, Trey felt his heart take on an extra beat. "That it was, Dallas. What we did was white-hot."

"White-hot," she breathed, looking back down at herself, her eyes moving to the hand he still had on her thigh. Her body shifted, one leg drifting towards the floor as she mumbled, "I can clean myself up, though…"

"No, don’t. Let me take care of you." For whatever reason, it was important to him to attend to her, to take care of her needs. He captured her mouth again before rolling up and scooting to the end of the bed, feeling her eyes on every one of his movements.

When he was done wiping up the evidence of his teenaged reaction to her, Trey found he was hard again and couldn't seem to look away from what was between her legs.

He ran a finger the length of her slit and felt her jerk. "Did I hurt you?"

"N-no," she said and it occurred to him she might be interested in some more play.

He shifted to the end of the bed and dragged her, with a hand behind each of her knees, with him. "I need to taste you, Dallas."

"Uhm…ah," she panted, looking down her body at him.

"Is that going to be okay?" His eyes went back down to what was so sweetly spread before him. He swallowed thickly in anticipation as he waited for her reply.

"Yes," he finally heard and dropped his head.

It had been quite a while since he'd had his face buried in pussy but quickly decided Dallas's secret pink was the best ever. Her sweet cries as well as her soft moves to press herself more fully against his busy mouth and tongue found him throbbing. He slipped two fingers inside to shuttle within her oozing, wet channel that he knew would add to her pleasure.

At the change in the sound of her breathing and moans, he moved to concentrate on her swollen clit. He sucked and flicked his tongue until her heard her whimper, "I'm gonna…Trey, I'm gonna…"

With that, he flattened his tongue and used it in firm circles as her hips left the bed and she screamed his name while her fingers dug into his scalp.

When her hips dropped back down to the mattress, he gave a final soft lap and wiped his mouth and cheeks on one of her creamy thighs. Glancing up, he saw her eyes were closed and there was a dreamy, satisfied grin on her lips.

He moved up and laid down next to her, sharing her pillow. "I'm thinking you enjoyed that, pretty girl."

She opened one eye and looked at him. "You could say that."

There was a space of a few seconds before she went on to add, "it was fucking awesome."

He couldn't help his chuckle. "My thoughts exactly."

Without warning, his girl sat up to push him over onto his back as she spread herself over him, catching his again aching cock between them. He felt her slide down as she whispered, "my turn".

Oh fuck! She was going to suck him? At the thought of her fucking sexy as hell mouth on his dick, Trey's heart, breath and cock went into overdrive.

At first her touch was tenuous, light caresses of her fingers as her little tongue stroked his length before circling the crown. It was almost a tease. That was until she began to suck the full tip into her mouth.

He couldn't and didn't want to help his groans at what she was doing.

Going up on his elbows in order to watch, Trey's eyes took in her bobbing head, glimpses of her moving tongue and the hand she was using to work the part of him not in her mouth. His hips began to push up without any thought on his part.

"That's it, Dallas. God, that's good. Yeah. Oh yeah, honey, right there." He shifted to one elbow in order to hold her hair back. "Suck me. Fuck! It feels so good."

She shifted and he felt her other hand move to cup his sac which had the pressure in his balls red-lining. "Mouth off, Dallas," he warned on a loud groan.

Her head came up to look at him, her lips so swollen he could barely understand her, "what?" But he was sure she understood when his cock, still being stroked in her tight small hand began to throb before it released. Jetting and shooting its ribbons of cum up and onto his belly and lower chest.

Trey tried to keep quiet but couldn't help his own roar and hisses on the indrawn breaths as he hit it. When he came back to himself, she lay propped on his thigh, her chin in her hands and a sexy little smile on her face.

"I just wanna go on record as saying you can do that to me any time the urge hits," he panted and heard her soft chortle.

"I'll keep that in mind, Trey." But he could hear the smile in her voice.

After he'd cleaned himself up and had turned out the lights before rearranging the covers over them both, he pulled her to his side. "Sleep, honey," he advised, using the arm around her back to pull her closer into his chest.

"I was thinking along the lines of a shower." Her voice was tiny in the dark of the room.

"In the morning. We'll take one in the morning, okay?" His day catching up with him, Trey yawned widely. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so we can share a nice long shower and a huge breakfast before you go to the hospital and I go to the clubhouse."

"Sounds good." Her voice, at his suggestion, had warmed a bit. "Sleep sweet, Trey."

"You, too, pretty girl." He thought he said but was sliding into slumber so fast he wasn't sure if the words even left his mouth. Into a snooze so deep that he had to struggle back to reality at the sound of his cellphone that was still ensconced in the back pocket of his jeans on the floor.

"Yeah?" he croaked, not sure if he was holding the device in the right position to hear or be heard.

"There is a situation, Trey," he heard Brand's distinctive voice with his particular pattern of speech advise. "I am in your driveway."

"Be right out." He was already shucking on his clothes before he disconnected, casting his eyes to the little beauty in his bed and smoothing the covers back up around her before leaving the house.

"What's doing?" The cement of the driveway was chilly against Trey's bare feet. Brand was leaning against the front bumper of Dallas's truck both his arms and ankles crossed. Trey knew the big man's posture of studied calm could be deceptive.

"We have activity on the streets. Too much activity to be contained by only two teams of riders. I called out six more out but as we persuade the action to move along, they are replaced with new faces almost immediately." Brand's face was frowning as he recapped.