His Sweet Cup of s*x

Chapter 2

"Please," I beg Trent.

In an attempt at seduction, I lift my leg up to straddle him on the couch and

place feather light kisses along his stubbled jaw.

Ever since I got out of the hospital a week ago, he's been a nurse maid to say

the least.

"Eat this Belle, stay healthy. Get rest Belle, you look exhausted."

I think he's afraid of hurting me after the fire incident, but today is the day I'm

going to convince him I'm ready.

"Baby, you need to get better."

I groan and drop my head in his neck with a small sigh.

"I am better! I'm all healed because you saved me. Have I told you yet that

you're my hero?" I say semi tauntingly.

A hint of hardness against my core lets me know that phrase brought me one

step closer to what I desire.

"Please baby," I whisper against his lips while shifting my hips to rub against

his Jean clad member.

Trent's hands tighten on my waist before he closes his eyes like he's in pain.

"You know I want to Belle..."

Before he can insert a but, I cut him off.

"Then do. Please take me."

His frustrated groan transmits into a soft growl before he leans over so we fall

sideways and he crawls overtop of me.

I smile as he snakes up my body claims my lips in a possessive kiss.

I instantly grab his shoulders for support and wrap my legs around him in

victory.

Battling tongues and harsh grinding quickly ensue as I allow my new boyfriend

to devour my mouth.

My muscles are at ease and a sort of relief floods my body due to how long

I've been waiting for this.

Not just since the fire, but since the day I met him.

Trent breaks our kiss to run his swollen lips down my neck and to the v line of

my shirt before grabbing

my hem and lifting it off me quickly.

As soon as the first fabric is out of our way, Trent immediately starts on his

buckle, rustling with the clinking metal blindly amidst our passionate kiss.

Fisting the shoulder of his grey cotton shirt, I detach my mouth from his

despite his groaning protest.

"To the bed Trent. Upstairs," I whisper ready for him to carry me up like he's

been doing since he decided to live with me while I'm recovering.

"Hell no," he groans pulling his belt from his Jean loops and lifting his shirt off

his head.

"Isn't that where you and Lucas..."

I press my lips together awkwardly and shake my head.

"Actually, that was here."

Trent's brows furrow deeply and that crease he gets from being practically an

old man appears down his forehead.

"Here?"

I nod.

"Right on this very couch."

Trent's gaze hardens and he picks me up before throwing me on the plump

ottoman a few feet away.

I gasp in surprise at the lack of contact and gape as the shirtless firefighter

begins dragging my couch out the back door.

"What are you doing?!"

Trent grunts against the weight of my furniture, having gotten it only halfway

out the door.

"The guys and I can use this couch for fire practice. I'll buy you a new one."

I scoff and stand while his attention is diverted, deciding to take advantage of

the time he's wasting.

Unhooking my bra and pulling down my shorts and panties, I cross my arms

and train my eyes on Trent's back as he finally gets the sofa out the door.

It thunks against the concrete and my boyfriend let's out a satisfied sigh

before wiping his hands on his pants and turning around with a wide smile.

That smug grin of his quickly drops when he sees my current state and the

door is closed in an instant and I'm thrown over his shoulder fireman style.

Giving my bum a light squeeze, he runs up the stairs and drops me in my bed

before resuming where he left off and kicking his pants off impatiently.

"Open," he demands with a quick slap to my inner thigh.

I oblige quickly and watch him crawl between my legs with his bouncing

member of at least nine inches pointing dauntingly towards me.

I meet Trent's greedy eyes once before he crushes his lips to mine again and

begins using my wetness as a lubrication.

No matter how much I squirm, he holds me down still and continues his

mission until I find myself begging again.

"Trent! Please! Please..."

Finally, he stops his torture to latch his lips against the soft skin of my neck

and begin sucking.

As soon as his tongue makes contact with my skin, his hard c**k penetrates

itself into my weeping core.

I whimper with a desperate pleasure that Trent brings upon my convulsing

body with every thrust.

I'm stretched so wide, pleasured so well, that my body begins to have a mind

of its own as I claw my nails down my firefighter's back while emitting small

pleasured sounds with every full stroke.

Trent's grunts meet the sound of my own pleasure in a lustful harmony that

neither of us can control.

Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, each plunge of our connecting bodies

becomes faster.

As the speed increases, the force does too, causing Trent to move his head

down between my bouncing mounds to accommodate his effort.

"f**k baby," he whispers using his hands to lift my entire lower half off the

bed and plow deeper into me.

It proves to be too much as I let out an involuntary scream of Trent's name,

begging him for something I haven't discovered yet.

It's only after my fourth scream that my entire body seems to unravel beneath

him as my muscles shake uncontrollably and I lose all function.

I can only whisper pleasured moans as Trent finishes inside of my rag dolled

body and he pants harshly as our sweating bodies press against each other.

He moves to pull out, but I grab his bicep quickly, urging him not to let me

empty.

"Stay," I beg knowing my legs are already accustomed to the wide stretch it

takes to accommodate Trent's muscular frame.

So, this is how we lay; together. Infinitely.