Trapped

  “You’re right,” she said.

  “Damn straight I am,” I replied with a grin.

  I kissed her, ran my tongue over her lips, and she reached out with her tongue into my mouth. I let her take the lead for a minute while my fingertips traced over her sides and around her breast. While she kept it up, I popped the top of the bottle and squeezed it a bit until a few drops were on my fingers.

  I moved my hand from her side down her thigh. I kept my fingers off her skin until I moved around to the inside of her thigh and up between her legs. I circled her opening with the tip of my fingers, combining her own wetness with what was on my finger. This time when my finger pressed inside of her, there was less resistance. It entered her much more easily, and within just a few seconds, Tria’s hips started moving with the motion of my finger inside of her.

  “There ya go,” I whispered against her neck. “Fuck, baby…you are so tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.”

  Tria gasped at my words, her face and neck flushed, and her fingers gripped my arm.

  My girl loved dirty talk, no doubt about it. It was a good thing, too, because I tended to get kind of mouthy.

  “Oh yeah, baby…you have any idea how good you look spread out on the bed like that, just waiting to get fucked?”

  “Liam…”

  “Hush,” I told her. “Shut your mouth, close your eyes, and just feel this.”

  I moved my finger in and out of her a few more times before adding another one. I could feel how tight she was, and though I wasn’t really sure what a hymen felt like, there was definitely resistance as I added a bit more pressure.

  I circled her clit, pressing, rubbing, and rolling over it.

  Tria moaned, and I covered her mouth with mine to silence her. She tried to wrap one of her feet around my leg, but she couldn’t quite reach me, and her leg dropped back down to the mattress.

  “You want more, sweetheart?” I murmured in her ear. “You want more of this?”

  “Yes…please…” Tria groaned.

  I moved my thumb a little faster, matching the pace she set with the slight movement of her hips and thighs. I smiled as I looked down at her flushed body. It didn’t take much more coaxing before she was writhing beneath my touch.

  I should have been a fucking violinist.

  Tria let out a muffled groan as her legs stiffened and her head pressed back firmly against the pillow. I pressed my thumb against her clit and held it there as her muffled cry increased in pitch just before her whole body seemed to drop onto the bed. Sweat covered her forehead and neck, and her mouth remained open with panting breaths though her eyes stayed closed.

  She was too fantastic for words.

  “That’s my girl,” I said into her mouth as I kissed her. “So fucking beautiful…I could watch you come every day for the rest of my life.”

  I continued to slide my fingers in and out a couple more times before I withdrew them. I just couldn’t wait any longer. The sight of Tria in mid orgasm was just too much. I ran my moistened fingers over the head of my cock and down my shaft, letting what was left of the lube coat me. With one knee, I pushed her legs a little farther apart as I moved into position on top of her and finally let the moody little bastard get a good look.

  He was pretty fucking pleased, to say the least. It was kind of hard to stop him from just leaping forward, but I kept myself in check. I ran my dick up the side of her leg, felt her tense a little, and then rubbed it between her slit. Up and down, coating myself in her moisture. The head of my cock teased over her clit, then down to her opening, and then back again.

  “You ready?” I could barely get the words out.

  “Yes.” There was no hesitation in her voice.

  With one hand on the side of her face and the other gripping the base of my dick, I slowly pushed against her, using my hand to guide myself to the right spot. I pushed the tip through her folds and then centered myself right where I needed to be. I felt her open around the head of my cock, felt the slight resistance just inside of her, and then broke through. Tria tensed slightly, and I stopped.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded quickly and then looked up at me with a tight-lipped smile.

  “I’m okay,” she breathed.

  Watching her face, I pushed again. I had no idea if it was better to go slowly or quickly, but everything else had been at a slow pace up until this point, and Tria seemed to like it.

  It was driving the moody little bastard fucking insane.

  She was still wet from her orgasm and the remaining Astroglide, and the slick, tight channel gripped me firmly. It was so warm inside of her, and it was difficult to not just plunge in and start going to town. Still, I restrained myself, slowly sliding into her as her body encompassed me and sweat began to collect on the back of my neck.

  I groaned loudly as the head of my cock pressed against her cervix and I was completely buried inside of her. The feeling was nothing short of incredible, and I wasn’t sure if it was due to the amount of time since I had been intimate with a woman or the lack of latex surrounding my cock, but it felt so good, I was lucky I didn’t just blow a load into her with the first stroke.

  I stilled and wrapped my hand around the back of her head.

  “Still okay?” I asked.

  “You’re all the way in,” she replied through pants.

  I wasn’t sure if she was asking a question or not, so I nodded.

  “All the way, baby.”

  “We’re really doing this…”

  “I can stop,” I told her, praying to whatever higher power might be out there that she wouldn’t want me to. If she did, I would, but I wouldn’t be happy about it. I’d probably have to take a three-hour shower, too.

  “Don’t stop,” she said quickly. She tightened her grip on my back as I thanked the powers that be.

  “I won’t,” I promised. “Not until you come again.”

  Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and I brought our lips together. Our tongues moved in tandem as I held my hips still and let her get used to me inside of her. When our mouths parted, I slowly kissed up the side of her face and then wrapped my lips around her earlobe.

  “Do you have any idea how good this feels?” I whispered to her. “Being inside of you like this? Feeling you tighten up on me, grabbing my cock from the inside? Do you know how fucking perfect that feels?”

  She didn’t answer, but I didn’t expect her to.

  I pulled my hips away from her a bit, bringing myself just an inch or so out before pushing back in again. Tria let out a quiet little sound, and she dug her fingers into my skin as she moved her hands up to my shoulders.

  Again, I pulled a little ways out, and then pushed back in again.

  “Oh, baby…” I moaned.

  After a couple more strokes, I pulled out most of the way, just leaving the head inside, and then pushed forward with a little more force. This elicited a groan from Tria, so I did it again.

  “You like that?” I asked. I had to force myself not to move any faster. The sensation was reminding me just how long it had been since I had been inside of a woman, and the desire to take care of myself was overwhelming, but I wanted to make this last. “Huh? You like it like that? Slow and deep?”

  “Ungh!” Tria groaned back at me.

  I took it for a yes.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I huffed into her ear. I moved in and out of her with long, slow strokes. “Oh…yeah…so good, Tria…fuck!”

  Tria moaned something else incoherent as she ran her hands up my arms and wrapped her fingers around my biceps. She held on tight as I rocked in and out of her, my cock sliding up into her quickly and then backing out slowly. She let out little grunt each time I bottomed out.

  “Do you like that, huh?” I growled. “You like having my cock in you?”

  “Liam…oh God, yes!” Tria twisted her shoulders and nearly bucked me right off of her, but I placed a hand over her arm and held her down.

 
I pumped into her a little faster, rotating my hips against her clit as I moved in and out of her. I traced the backs of my fingers up her side and circled her nipple before I took it in my mouth and sucked gently. Tria dug her fingers into my back and whimpered a little.

  Raising my head, I looked down at her as I moved. She had found the rhythm of her own hips, and I did my best to match her pace. Her face flushed, and her chest heaved with her breaths.

  Tria’s eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down on her lip as her hips rose to meet mine. I could feel her clenching around my cock, her body shuddering in a ripple from her hips to her arms as I buried myself in her. I held myself inside, grinding and circling around her clit until she gasped, moaned, and then dropped down against the bed, panting.

  Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I brought her leg up a little higher, giving me a slightly different angle. The pressure against my cock as I slid deep into her was as mesmerizing as the sight of my dick disappearing inside her. Tria moaned, arched her back, and drove me deeper.

  I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Though I really wanted to feel her come again, the feeling of her body grasping my cock was ultimately too much. It had been far too long, and even in prior encounters with other women, I’d never remembered anything feeling quite like this. The warmth, the snug fit, and the heat were more than I could stand.

  The light touch of her fingers running from the small of my back up to my shoulder did me in.

  The buildup was strong and undeniable. I could feel it throughout my skin as it traveled around and amplified every place where our bodies touched. I slammed into her a final time, holding myself flush against her, buried deep. My balls tightened, my thighs quaked, and the sound that came out of me as I filled her was nothing less than feral.

  My whole body shuddered. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, and then I couldn’t bring air into my lungs fast enough. I could still feel the vibrations echoing through my body in post-orgasmic aftershocks.

  I was pretty sure I hit at least a five on the Richter scale.

  It occurred to me that I was still on top of Tria with my forehead pressed against her shoulder and my hips still grinding against her pelvis like I thought I might be multi-orgasmic. I pushed back a little so I wasn’t crushing her as much and felt myself slip from her. Slowly, I rolled until I was beside her and pulled her body against mine.

  I still couldn’t breathe right, and I left my eyes closed as I tried to figure out just what the hell was going on inside of me. Another shudder went through my body, but I didn’t understand it. I opened my eyes and found Tria looking at me. For a moment we stared at each other, both of our chests rising and falling as we caught our breath.

  I reached out and placed my hand on the side of her face, and Tria leaned into it.

  “Was it…I mean, was I…” Tria’s voice disappeared as her blush returned. “I mean…I know you were…”

  I used a single finger to outline the contours of her face—around her eyebrow, over her cheekbone, and down her jaw to her chin. I moved down her throat, dipped into the hollow at the base, then continued between her breasts.

  “You’re perfect,” I informed her. “Better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined this a lot.”

  “Every time you take a shower?”

  “Even more often,” I admitted.

  “When was the first time?” she asked. “The first time you thought about me…like that.”

  “Before you moved in,” I told her without hesitation. “Long before. I think it was when I started walking you home.”

  “You never said anything,” she remarked.

  “I was afraid I would piss you off. I was setting myself up as a big brother or whatever…”

  “I thought about you the first night we met,” she blurted out.

  I looked back to her face.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes,” she said with a blush. “You were my hero.”

  I tried to shrug it off, but she wouldn’t let me.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” she said. “You didn’t have to chase them down the street and save me from them. I can’t even think about what might have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

  “I’m glad I was.”

  “So am I.”

  She snuggled closer against my chest, and I wrapped one arm around her head to bring her cheek against my shoulder. Her bare skin was warm against mine and still slightly flushed from the sex.

  “I’m sorry,” Tria suddenly piped up.

  “For what?”

  “Making you wait so long.”

  “I’m not,” I told her with a firm shake of my head.

  “You aren’t?”

  “No.” I snickered through my nose and kissed the top of her head.

  “Why not?”

  I thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer.

  “Because if we had done it when I first wanted to…” I faltered and then tried again. “It wouldn’t have been the same. I mean, I’m sure it would have been great and all…but not the same.”

  She looked up at me, confused.

  I sighed.

  “You would have just been another chick I’ve fucked,” I said.

  Tria lowered her eyes as she thought about it for a minute.

  “What am I now?” Tria readjusted herself to turn toward me a bit more. She propped herself up on her elbow and waited.

  I considered for a minute and then shrugged.

  “You’re my Tria.”

  Her eyes sparkled for a moment, and then we kissed again, but only briefly. When we parted, my focus stayed on her eyes. My heart began to beat faster, and though my body made it clear that I wanted her again, the thrumming of my heart was not in response to the lust.

  I was never one to second-guess myself, but the feeling frightened me a little.

  Chapter 11—Lose the Fight

  “Oh…fuck yeah…”

  I lifted Tria up by her hips and brought her down on my cock in quick, rhythmic motions. Little beads of sweat were starting to show themselves on her forehead as she rode me hard with her arms draped over my shoulders. Her tits bounced wildly around, and I tried to catch them with my mouth as they flew by.

  I caught one, sucked hard, and felt Tria tense all around me. She moaned out my name, which sent me right over the edge. My legs clenched, and I grabbed her hips to slam her down on me and hold her there.

  “Ungh!” I growled as my hips rose up and my cock emptied into her. “Oh, fuck me…”

  My arms went around her, and I brought her head down to my chest as I leaned back on the pillows. My arms were aching from holding her up, and my back was complaining about being in that position too long, but the rest of me felt good enough that I just didn’t give a shit. Round three had been almost as good as round one.

  “I thought you were supposed to roll over and fall asleep afterwards,” Tria commented, still panting.

  “I probably will now,” I said.

  “That’s probably best.”

  “Are you sore?” I asked, feeling like a jerk for not asking before.

  “Not really,” Tria said. “It feels…different. Kind of weird but not sore. I’m tired, though.”

  “It’s late,” I said for no particular reason. It was obviously fucking late. Hell, the sun was going to come up before too long. I kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep.”

  “Are you going to pounce on me in my sleep?” she asked with a giggle.

  The giggle shook my softened cock right out of her, which felt both good and really strange at the same time. I’d have to make her laugh while I was fucking her to see what that was like.

  “Oh, probably,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe not tonight—you’ve worn me out. Tomorrow is anyone’s bet.”

  More giggling.

  I ran my hand up and down her back a few times as she snuggled against my chest and let out a long sigh. Reaching down with one hand, I pulled the blanket up over
both of us, pressed my lips to her hair once more—she still smelled fucking fantastic—and closed my eyes.

  It had been a damn good first date.

  *****

  “We might as well talk about it,” Tria insisted.

  She had made those Swedish bean balls again, which had definitely become my favorite thing to eat on the weekends. I needed a good three days to get it all digested, especially when she used a little cream in the mashed potatoes.

  “You don’t have to go,” I said for the tenth time. “I said I would go, not that you would go, and I already regret the first part.”

  “Are you embarrassed to be with me?”

  “For fuck’s sake, of course not!”

  “Then why don’t you want me to go?” She leaned forward and grabbed the bowl of bean balls away from me as I tried to go for seconds.

  I stared at her pointedly.

  “Really? You’re going to steal the potatoes, too?”

  “Talk!” she growled. “I’m sick of you not telling me shit!”

  “Tria, seriously, can you imagine it?” I sat back and growled under my breath. “Everyone who is going to be there comes from money. Serious money. For the most part, they only care about what designer made your dress and whether or not your purse and your shoes match. They would assume you were the kitchen help if you walked in there with the Sack of Sauron.”

  “The what?”

  Oops.

  I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

  “My point is,” I said, hoping to divert her attention from my slip of the tongue, “everything is designer, all the way down to your skivvies, and yeah—they probably do check them at the door.”

  Tria watched me for a minute with round eyes.

  “You mean I don’t have anything to wear.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I mean.”

  “I could get something…” Her voice faded, and as our eyes locked, I knew I didn’t have to tell her how ridiculous that was.

  “Yeah, and throughout the night they’d do their best to make you feel like shit for it, and whatever money you would spend on it would be totally wasted. You could go to Nordstrom and spend five hundred on a dress, and they’d consider you crap. How exactly does that sound like a nice evening to you?”