Chapter 19

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

JESSICA

Trench holds onto me for the rest of the day.

He barely lets me leave him to use the bathroom, and as the suns fade, giving way for the moons to replace them, I stretch in his arms.

“We need to eat,” I say, softly, and press a kiss to his jaw.

He lets me feed him in a sort of daze, and when I’m satisfied, I slide onto his lap and kiss him, using it as a distraction.

Pulling back from that kiss, I let it linger, keeping my eyes closed, and a wicked thought flits through my mind.

“Give me a second. Don’t move.” I run upstairs, wiggling out of my clothes as I cross the threshold and grab my robe, searching for the bottle of lube that never ends up in the place it was last.

“There you are.”

I grab it from where it lies on its side on top of a shelf by the bedroom door.

I vaguely remember throwing it there the other night.

Grabbing the plug and tying my robe—even though I know I’ll be shedding it soon enough—I run back downstairs to find that he has not moved an inch.

“What do I need to do,” I hold up the bottle of lube and the plug, “to convince you to fuck my ass again?”

“All you have to do is ask, and you know it.” He looks at me like I am everything . It makes me want to squirm. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

I close the short distance between us and look up at him. “Trench?”

“Yes, Jessica?”

“Will you please shove that giant cock inside me until we both come, or I die of sheer ecstasy?”

He chuckles and nods. “I did already say anything.”

Handing him the lube, I go to the counter and pull out one of the barstools, raising it up and trying to get everything aligned.

When I untie the robe and let it slither to the ground, Trench bites back a groan, and his cock strains against his pants.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing the way my nakedness affects him.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how hard he gets.

He doesn’t let me climb up on that barstool. He goes to his knees first.

I love how much he loves eating pussy.

Forked tongue sliding along me, the ends press me open, questing inside. I have to use the stool to keep myself upright as he licks and sucks and groans against me.

“Jessica…” My name is warm and soft against my pussy. “I am going to die every time I relive these memories.”

I shake my head, even though I know he can’t see it. “You’re going to come every time.”

His laughter makes me smile, even as my heart strains at the reminder.

I will spend the rest of my life wanting him… and I have a feeling, I’m going to spend the rest of my life regretting not having him.

He slips the plug into me and I shiver as he stands to tower over me again, licking my juices from his lips.

He doesn’t say anything else. Lifting me up, he sets me on the stool and I wiggle back as much as I can without falling off, so I’m perfectly placed for him.

But he doesn’t take me.

His hands smooth over my back. Tracing my sides and the line of my spine. Hesitating.

“Don’t worry. You’re not going to hurt me.”

He kisses my shoulder. “I’m always worried I’ll hurt you.”

Tipping my head back, I kiss him. “You fit once, you’ll fit again.”

And if I can’t have him in my pussy, I’ll have him any way I can take him.

Especially when it feels so good.

His lips, tongue, teeth and hands make me forget everything and I let myself feel.

He works the lube over me, into me, his fingers exploring me with a familiarity he shouldn’t have after so few days.

I want him inside me.

His hand snakes around the front of me, and he presses the button that brings the plug’s vibrator to life. I jerk against the new bright sensation from the piece pressed tightly against my clit.

I hook my feet around the legs of the stool, and hold myself there, ready to clench those muscles if my brain decides to try to rise up on him.

“I’m going to fuck you now, but you will tell me if anything is wrong.”

I nod, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “As long as you promise to fuck me like you mean it.”

He bites my other shoulder, immediately soothing it with a kiss before licking my neck and biting there, too.

He holds me there, one hand on the back of my neck, the other at my waist, and I use the counter’s edge to hold myself in place so I can reach back and spread myself open for him. The vibrator hums away against my clit, like a good little helper.

Cock sliding up my cheeks, the ridges play across me and I shiver and say his name in a warning breath.

But he doesn’t press into me.

Not with his cock.

Not yet.

His lips trace dotted lines over my back as he kisses me. A faint delight that’s no distraction as he presses a finger into me, then two.

I focus on his lips. On breathing. On the buzzing little helper.

The pressure is still intense, but I crave it.

I crave more.

The moan that slips from my lips is almost otherworldly.

His lips ghost across my shoulder. “The Saints sent you to tempt me and I am weak.”

He presses in with one long, slow slide.

I want to move on him. I want to make him go faster. But he holds me tightly, giving me no way to change his pace.

I love it .

When his hips finally hit my ass—fully sheathed inside of me—I finally inhale again.

He waits, and I know it’s not because he’d rather be kissing my neck right now. He can hear my heartbeat, my ragged breath.

He’s patient, even as I am a vise around him. Even as I want to beg and plead.

He moves inside me a moment later, and I whimper at the glorious feeling.

The vibrator grinds against my clit in a steady rhythm as he strokes into me. Each press a little faster than the last until he’s truly fucking me.

Hand at my ass, holding myself open…

The pressure.

The pleasure.

The sounds he makes.

Glance over my shoulder, I see he’s gritting his teeth.

“Don’t hold back, Trench.” I say between panting breaths. “You promised.”

I don’t recognize the words he uses next, but he leans into me, slipping his hands up my stomach. His palms skim over my nipples, and I arch back into him.

Only one hand stays at my breasts, the other slips down my stomach.

Trench swirls and grinds the tiny vibrator arm against my clit with perfect intention.

“I want to hear my pretty human scream for me as I fuck her.” His teeth rake across the crook of my neck. “You are mine, aren’t you, Jessica?”

“Oh my god!” I come apart as the vibrator sends harsh waves of pleasure through me, and his cock pumps it deeper inside of me.

I lose track of who I am, and in that blinding moment of clarity, I realize… I am his .

It’s dangerous, and it’s everything I’ve wanted.

TRENCH

The sounds she makes drive me crazy. A moan to match every thrust. A sharp inhale each time I pull back. My name a whisper somewhere in between.

She’s heaven around me, squeezing like she never wants to let me go.

She shakes her head and the hair that was once in a bun falls in strands over her shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

I fuck her ass the way I want to fuck her pussy. Long, slow strokes, just to feel myself inside of her. To be a part of her, literally.

But I can’t stay still for long. I have to take her. Have to make her take my cock.

Seeing myself disappearing into her is the most amazing thing in the world.

I pull back to watch myself enter her again and notice the puddle where she’s dripped on the floor. I tip my head back, looking at the ceiling to stop thinking about how divine it would be to coat myself in the hot slickness dripping from her pussy plug.

It’s an odd angle, but I don’t let that stop me as I reach around and slip my fingers between the clit vibrator and her, pinching and swirling as I continue fucking her.

I don’t want to ask.

I want to take.

But won’t do anything that might hurt her.

Ever.

She says my name, again and again, each time it gets a little more ragged. Each time a little more desperate, until finally, she comes apart on my fingers, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her ass clamps down on my cock again.

She squeezes my cum from me, and I shake as I pour every last ounce of myself into her.

Breathing through the lightheadedness, I realize, I’ve come more in the fifteen days since she’s arrived than I have in my entire life.

She leans back against me, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck and I sweep my hands up to caress her breasts. I’m still buried inside of her, the last of my cum oozing into her.

“The things I want to do to you…”

“Do them, Jess.” I press my fingers to her clit one more time and swirl. “I want to take everything you’ll give me, and I’m happy to give you everything in return.”

I coax another small, shimmering cry from her mouth, not quite an orgasm, but something in the same vein.

Dragging my teeth along her neck, I consider my options. One way or another, things are going to get messy.

I pull out of her and a little of my come falls to the floor that was already wet from her dripping pussy. When she sighs, a regretful sound, I scoop her into my arms and carry her up to our room, turning the shower on and gently setting her on her feet, even though I don’t let her go.

I can’t.

Hands clutching her face, I clench my teeth to keep from saying too much… but it doesn’t stop me from saying everything.

“I want you, Jess. I want to take you in every conceivable way and pour myself into you. I want to bind you to me until you can’t imagine ever leaving me.”

She bites my shoulder and kisses the spot, nodding. “I want that too.”