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Chapter Thirteen

Addilyn

When we get up to his apartment, he tosses me on the bed amid peals of laughter and strips his shirt off, making my mouth go dry. I’m never going to get tired of looking at this man in all his naked glory. Crawling to the edge of the bed, I reach up and let my fingers fall down his stomach, grazing the valleys and peaks of his abs before I grab the waistband of his jeans. The gentle touch of his hand sweeping against my cheek has goose bumps covering my body, and I lean into him, craving more.

I pop the button and slowly lower the zipper before shoving them down his legs along with the boxer briefs that mold to his perfect ass and his cock springs free. Wrapping my hand around it gently, I look up at him, and he brushes against my cheek again with a smile on his face. But that smile falls away and he drops his head back, letting out a sexy groan as I run my tongue up the underside of his length and suck it into my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, that feels good,” he spits out, and if I could grin, I would. Instead, I take him as far as I can before gagging, and he groans again, his hand sliding into my hair. I work him up with my hand and my mouth, his moans getting louder and more frequent as I go, turning myself on just as much. I’m practically dripping, and I won’t be surprised if he’s able to just slide inside me without any prep work this time.

Between the dancing down in the bar and having his hard cock in my mouth as he makes those noises that I yearn for, I’m more than ready for him. I pull my hand off him, reaching up to massage his balls as I work the underside of his dick with my tongue, and he pulls on my hair, hard.

“You gotta stop, baby. I’m gonna come.”

I try to keep going but he pushes me off him with an almost reluctant groan and reaches for my shirt.

“Get it off,” he commands, the desperate look in his eyes making me crazy. I quickly strip, watching him watch me the entire time, and I love the way his gaze lingers on my body like he wants to savor each and every part of me. When I’m naked, I go to him and he wraps me up in his arms pressing his lips to mine in a scorching kiss that makes me feel like I could melt right here.

After carefully leading us back to the bed, he pushes on my shoulder so I fall back on the comforter and grins before dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed. The air punches out of my lungs as he pulls me closer to the edge and bends my knees, positioning my feet on the bed. My body is shaking with anticipation when he finally kisses the inside of my thigh, just above my knee, and slowly starts moving up my leg.

“Trey,” I moan, lifting my hips off the bed, seeking more but he just chuckles.

“So impatient.”

“Jerk,” I growl, fisting the sheets underneath me as he goes back to where he started and bites me. And then he’s on me. His mouth covers my pussy, and I moan loudly, bucking off the bed. I slide my fingers into his hair and hold him to me as he starts flicking my clit with his tongue. I can’t tell for sure what he’s doing but it almost feels like he’s spelling something.

“What are you do…” I start to ask but I’m cut off when he stands and positions himself over me with a condom already on. When the hell did he do that?

“Mine,” he says, just before plunging into me and claiming my lips again. I moan as he shoves his tongue in my mouth and I taste myself. He grabs my leg and pushes it up over his hip, propping himself up on one arm while the other slides behind my head. He never once pulls away as he slides out and drives back into my throbbing pussy, his warm breath, fanning out across my skin, and heightening every other sensation.

“You got me so worked up, baby,” he whispers, dropping his forehead down to mine. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Harder,” I moan as a powerful orgasm builds inside me. He groans, giving me exactly what I want and need. My fingernails dig into his shoulder, and my eyes squeeze shut as my release hits me, racking my body with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Holy shit,” he groans, gripping my hair as he sinks into my still pulsing core one more time before his body tenses and he jerks inside me.

“Addy,” he whispers, almost in awe, before he relaxes and rolls off to the side so he doesn’t crush me. With a satisfied sigh, he stands and pulls the condom off, dropping it into the trashcan before crawling back into bed, and pulling me into his arms.

I cuddle into him; still unable to believe just how right this feels. But I think I’m done questioning it. It’s still scary as hell, and there’s still so much I need to tell him. I mean, he might decide I’m not worth the trouble but right now, I just want to enjoy being with him. I peek up at him when he brushes the hair out of my face with his thumb and smile at the grin on his face.

“What?” I ask, and he shrugs.

“Nothing. I just like this.”

“Me, too,” I agree quietly, cuddling closer to him, and he squeezes me before tipping my chin up to him and pressing his lips to mine. He cradles my face and kisses me with such devotion that it’s no wonder I gave in. There isn’t a girl on this earth that could resist the way he makes me feel.

When we finally separate and he pulls me into his side even closer, molding my body to his, I spy the guitar in the corner and grin. “So, there’s something I always wanted to ask you.”

“Shoot,” he says.

“Do you actually play that guitar?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Yeah, I do. Wanna see?”

“Um, hell yes.”

What kind of question is that? Knowing that Trey can play that guitar is fucking sexy, and I can’t wait to see him do it. He laughs again and climbs out of bed, sitting in the chair that the guitar was propped up against.

“Any requests?” he asks, smiling softly at me.