“You enjoyed the wall so much, I thought you might like to try out a few other places around the room,” he murmured with another one of those soft, sexy laughs, his hands sliding up the bare skin of her thighs.
As his fingers drifted under the hem of her T-shirt, nudging it up until he urged it over her head, she decided to let him run the show. He certainly hadn’t steered her wrong yet. So she lifted her arms and let him yank her shirt off and toss it aside. Her bra soon followed, leaving her topless under his heated gaze. His dark eyes seemingly blazed almost yellow gold in the reflected glow from the overhead light as he took in the sight of her breasts laid bare to him.
She didn’t pause to think as she reached out, lacing her fingers behind his neck and dragging his mouth where she wanted it. Trevor’s warm mouth immediately found one of her breasts, teasing and nipping exactly the way she liked it.
“Yes, just like that,” she whispered, yanking his hair fiercely as he sucked at her sensitive nipple, moaning loudly as one of his hands came up to cup her other breast, tweaking that nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Jenna was so lost in the glorious sensations cascading through her body that she completely missed the moment Trevor popped the buttons on her shorts until he was working them over her hips. Then he stepped back from between her legs, lifting her bottom enough to slide both her shorts and panties down her thighs.
Shoes, shorts, and panties all went flying. Within seconds, Jenna was left there perched on her dresser completely naked. Trevor eyed her like he was ready to devour her. And if the throbbing between her legs was any indication, there were parts of her that were completely wide open to that idea.
Trevor positioned himself in front of her again, draping her bare ankles casually over his hips. Being totally naked there in front of him with her legs spread wide was luridly sexual. Against all possible explanation, Jenna found the situation incredibly arousing.
Before she could say anything, Trevor’s mouth was on hers. One strong hand trailed up the inside of her thigh, his touch pure electricity. When he reached the juncture between her thighs, fingers slipping through her wet folds, she jerked so hard she would have fallen off the dresser if it wasn’t for his other hand in her hair, holding her firm.
His kisses were hard, almost hypnotizing, distracting her for a moment. But only until two of Trevor’s long fingers slipped inside her, the tipscaressing that perfect place she’d rarely ever been able to reach. The tingles deep in her core quickly turned into shivers, and she was forced to drop her hands down to the top of the dresser, clenching the edge tightly to keep herself steady.
She reluctantly dragged her mouth away from Trevor’s, gasping for breath, kissing impossible. But even then, he kept his hand in her hair, holding her still and gazing deep into her eyes as his fingers continued to move quickly inside her.
Her orgasm hit hard and fast.
Instead of the slow, graceful buildup Jenna was used to, this one felt like she was being shot out of a cannon. One moment, she was holding her breath waiting for the wave to hit her, and the next, she was screaming so hard it hurt. But man, was the pain worth it. She couldn’t remember coming so hard in forever.
Jenna only had a vague sense of how long her orgasm lasted, but it seemed like an exceedingly long time. At least that was what she assumed, based on how limp and wrung out all her muscles felt after the fact. When she finally gained some sense of awareness, it was to find herself still sitting atop her dresser, leaning back against the wall behind it, Trevor nowhere in sight in her rather small bedroom.
She pushed herself upright, trying not to slide off the dresser in her postorgasmic haze, whenTrevor came walking back into the room, a handful of familiar foil packets in his hand.
“I don’t want to make any assumptions,” he said softly as he held the condoms out to her. “But I thought we might need these.”
Seeing the hunger in his eyes, all Jenna could do was smile and nod as she took the packets from his hand. Carefully tearing one open, she tossed the others onto the dresser beside her. But she found herself pausing as Trevor began to strip off his clothes, his boots thumping to the floor first, soon followed by his jeans and shirt. Until there was nothing left but the bandages around his forearms.
Trevor’s shoulders were broad, his chest thick with the perfect number of muscles. His abs weren’t outlandishly ripped like some guy who’d never eaten a slice of cheesecake in his life, but they were definitely well-defined and begging to be sculpted.
The wolf tattoo on his chest stood out vividly in the light of her room, the eyes seemingly gazing straight at her. And while the beast was snarling and showing its fangs, it didn’t seem intimidating in the least. If anything, it seemed inviting to her.
The hunky SWAT cop’s happy trail led her eyes downward toward a cock that was so thick and mouth-watering that Jenna could only stare. It was probably rude, but she couldn’t help it. Trevor was simply so gorgeous that all she wanted to do for the rest of the night was gaze at him. Okay, maybe thatlast part wasn’t true. She also wanted to touch him. Lots and lots of touching. And maybe some licking. Yeah, definitely some licking.
Trevor took a step closer, which prompted Jenna to notice his nice muscular legs. But truthfully, she’d been so distracted by his other glorious parts that she’d forgotten to check them out.
He stepped between her legs, letting her ankles rest on his hips again. The proximity to his thick erection had her core pulsing all over again with anticipation. Giving in to temptation, Jenna reached out to wrap her hands around his shaft, exhilarating at the feeling of him pulsing under her fingers.
The urge to simply sit there and caress his cock was rivaled only by the need to slide off the dresser so she could drop to her knees and lick him. But when Trevor took the condom packet from her hands, Jenna knew he had something else in mind.
Working together, the two of them rolled the condom down over his erection. It seemed like a shame to cover up something so perfect—like putting the wrapping paper back on a great present during your birthday party. But knowing what would be coming next helped settle her disappointment. But she still promised herself that she’d spend some quality time tasting his cock as soon as possible.
As soon as he was ready, Trevor reached down and grabbed her ankles, tilting her back on thedresser as he lifted them to his shoulders, putting her exactly where he wanted her.
“So dresser sex, huh?” she murmured, watching as he wrapped one of his hands around his shaft and began running the head of his cock up and down her very wet folds. “You know, there’s a perfectly good bed a few feet behind you.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Trevor murmured with a low, rumbling chuckle. “We’ll get to the bed soon enough. And the wall again. But this dresser is at the perfect height for this, and I wouldn’t want to waste that.”
Jenna couldn’t argue with that logic, especially not when Trevor began to slide inside her, eliciting one long, continuous moan from her throat and making her see sparkles as he filled her completely.
He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her, nudging places previously left untouched. It was wildly spectacular and all she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and hold on tight. He kissed her then, slow and lazy, one hand coming down to steady her hip while the other laced itself into her hair again.
Trevor clearly liked tugging her hair.
Apparently, she liked it, too.
