Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
He consumes me, parting my lips with his tongue, taking what he wants from me. Trent lifts me by my ass and hooks my legs around his middle. My back hits the wooden railing hard enough to hurt but not enough to care.
Our last kiss was nothing like this one. This time, Trent twists my hair between his fingers, pinning my mouth to his. There’s so much greed and passion behind each kiss. I’m lost to him, drowning in a sea of ecstasy, sinking so deep I’m crashing and falling.
By the time our lips separate, my head spins from the lack of oxygen. He leans his forehead against mine, somewhat out of breath.
“Damn, Jem, that was some kiss.”
“You’re telling me,” I whisper against his lips.
“Want to get out of here?”
“Yes,” I breathe, and then he leads me out the back door.
Chapter Fourteen
Jemma
Trent lives the next block over in one of the on-campus houses reserved for athletes. No one is home. The only sounds I can hear are the music thumping from Greek Row. He clutches my wrist and leads me upstairs to his bedroom. I’m not surprised to see two queen beds separated by a nightstand. Most of the rooms on campus are double occupancy.
He locks the door behind us and then lifts me, ripping a squeal from my lips as he lowers me to the mattress on the left side of the room.
“I’ve been waiting to get you alone for a long time,” Trent says, making room for himself between my legs. “And I plan to use every second we have together.” He cups the side of my face with his hand, the heat from his breath sending a chill down my spine.
This is it. The moment we’ve both been waiting for. And I’m ready.
Stroking his thumb along my jaw, he stares into my eyes. My heart pounds in my chest. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive from his simple touch. I trace my fingers up his arms, feeling the ridges of his muscles to his strong shoulders. Trent is a big guy, well over six feet tall, and at least two hundred pounds of muscle pinning me to the mattress.
When his lips finally crash against mine, I catch a hint of beer and something sweet. My nostrils fill with his manly scent, and I’m lost again, consumed by Trent. His fingers find my hair, and he tugs hard enough to rip a soft moan from my lips.
I like how he takes what he wants from me. I’ve never been with a man like Trent before. He kisses me like he wants to claim me and steal my breath.
As his hands roam my body, and his skilled tongue does the rest of the work, I feel worshiped. Trent makes me feel many things—intense pleasure is one of them. His long, hard cock grows against my inner thigh, and I know I will be in trouble. Feeling this much of him through his pants causes my ovaries to do a dance.
I’m blind with lust, practically begging Trent to fuck me when I reach between us to grab the waistband of his pants.
He covers my hand with his, our lips separating long enough for him to say, “Have some patience, Jem.”
He reaches behind me to unhook my bra, and the straps slide down my arms. I beg him to touch me, my core throbbing with need and my nipples painfully sore. But he does as promised and slowly removes my bra, his hand caressing my thigh as he kisses me. Trent’s gaze travels over my body, centering on my breasts, and as he does so, he licks his lips.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers as he sits back to remove his jersey, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “So beautiful… and perfect… and so fucking mine.”
He slides off the bed to undress. His jersey hits the floor, followed by his pants, and now I’m staring like an idiot at the sight of him in black boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry, my eyes wide with shock as he pushes the briefs over his hips. He sure can wear a pair of boxers. His cock springs loose, and my mouth opens even wider in awe.
I reach for him, wanting to feel his soft skin in my hands. Trent groans, his eyes fixed on me. Threading my hair through his fingers, he leans forward as if he wants me to taste him.
I want to feel him, every part of him.
Sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, I go slow, and from the looks of his expression, it’s too much for him to stand. He fists my hair, his grip tightening on my head. As I feel his cock pulse, he steps back, still holding onto me.
He pushes down on my shoulders until my back is flat on the mattress again. Trent pushes my thighs together and strips away my panties. He bends forward, his hand traveling up my stomach to my breasts. His massage is so sensual, the pads of his thumbs rolling over my nipples in a circular motion. I almost explode when he closes his mouth over my nipple.