DEEP: The Complete Man Candy Trilogy (41 page)

I closed and locked the door, sliding the do not disturb card onto the handle before I did. Trista stood in the middle of the room in that incredibly sexy outfit. Waiting. After everything that had happened, she was going to be mine.

I took three steps and yanked her against me, wasting no time.

My hand was on her ass, guiding her thigh upward to wrap around me. I dipped down so I could rub my rock hard cock against her. We both moaned at the feel of it. This was what we wanted. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I growled and tugged her dress over her shoulders. It slipped to the floor, leaving her almost naked. The bustier was harder to undo.
 

"Couch. Now."

I followed her, bending her forward so I could undo her laces. Her delicate hands rested on the armrest. I tugged at the corset laces until it came free and roughly pulled it from her body. I curved forward over her, my hands reaching for her breasts. They filled my hands with warm softness.

I grunted and ground my cock against her.

I wanted to take her like this. Like an animal. I wanted her right fucking now.

I reached down, pulling her shorts to her knees. Then I undid my pants and tugged my cock free, I rubbed it against her, feeling her slick pussy lips with my bare cock.

I realized I didn't have protection.

I also realized I didn't fucking care.

"I don't have a condom."

She arched her back, pushing towards me.

"I could go get one..."

"Hmmmm..."

"Or I could pull out."

I was just asking for trouble. This was pure insanity. But her soft answer drove me over the edge.

"Yes. Please..."

With an animalistic grunt I angled the tip of my cock, guiding it to her entrance. I nudged it inside the soft petals and was enveloped by hot silky warmth.

I'd never had unprotected sex before.

I'd never known it could feel like this.

I'd never known
anything
could feel like this.

Skin on skin...
 

I tried to control myself as I inched forward, filling her tight velvet sheath. I stood and gripped her hips, leveraging myself deeper and deeper. She convulsed on me in an orgasm that took us both by surprise.

I lost my last shred of sanity at the feeling of her quivering around my shaft. With a roar I started to pump my cock into her hard and fast. I held back my orgasm, even though I was ready to explode. I wasn't ready for this to be over. Not by a long shot.

She was whimpering as another orgasm overtook her. This one was even bigger. I rode her relentlessly while she thrashed, helplessly speared on my cock. Her hair tossed around. Her legs shook. I lifted her by the waist, holding her up. One hand found her hair and tugged as I pounded myself into her, thrusting harder and harder until I felt myself start to explode.

I waited until I felt the rush of cum rise up my shaft. With a curse I yanked free and pumped my fist over my cock, covering the small of her back with my seed. Dirtying the fallen angel before me.

I collapsed forward, leaning my head on her back. A strange feeling was bubbling up inside me. It was a combination of relief and amazement. Mostly amazement.

I laughed. A deep laugh that came from the pit of my belly. I don't think I'd ever laughed that hard in my life.

"Joss?"

I kissed her soft neck.

"You're all messy."

She looked over her shoulder at me.

"Whose fault is that?"

I grinned at her unrepentantly.

"I'm not sorry."

"Neither am I."

Trista

I felt like I was floating as Joss carried me into the shower. He was strong and steady. I knew he wouldn't drop me. Or let anything hurt me ever again.

He lowered me gently to the tile floor and turned the water on. I watched as he knelt in front of me and pulled my shorts the whole way off my legs. I lifted my eyes, watching in the mirror as he moved.

There was only one problem with the view.

Joss was still dressed.

It was hard to believe we'd just had Earth shattering sex with all his clothes on and my shorts around my knees. But we had.

And it had been Earth shattering. For both of us.

This time I knew it wasn't just me. The way he touched me, held me, it was reverent. He was tender and gentle, treating me like I was something precious.

For the first time in my life, I felt like maybe I was.

He kissed my shoulder and started pulling his clothes off, looking into my eyes the entire time. Then he took my hand and led me into the enormous standing shower. The warm water felt fantastic as it washed away my makeup and the sticky mess he'd left behind. His hands felt even better as he smoothed shower gel over my skin.

I sighed, leaning back against his chest as he soaped my breasts. He took his time way past when they were clean. I moaned as he kissed my neck, playing with my nipples as the water sluiced over us.

I rocked my hips back and felt his erection. I was filled with pride, knowing
I
was the one who did that to him. He never said so, but I knew Joss didn't give in to desire easily.

But he had with me.

I turned and ran my hands over his chest.

"My turn."

I poured shower gel onto my hands and washed his chest and shoulders. His bulging muscles flexed under my hands. He stared at me as I worked my hands lower, cleaning his washboard stomach. He flinched as my hand closed over his cock, covering it with suds.

"Is that alright? I've never-"

"Yes."

His voice was low and raspy, almost unrecognizable. The sexy sound sent a thrill right to my core. Without tell me so, he made it clear he was going to lose control at any moment.

I smiled and lowered my hands to his large sac, soaping his balls gently. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. Joss let out a low moan as I caressed him gently until all the soap was gone.

He growled when I gave him a gentle squeeze and grabbed my hand.

"Bad girl."

I giggled as he pulled me flat against his chest and blazing hot hard on. It felt enormous where it pressed against my stomach.
Were all men so big?
I had no experience but I doubted it.

I had a strong feeling Joss was perfect in every way.

"Bed."

Even if he wasn't very chatty.

I barely had time to think before I was lifted out of the shower and carried to the bedroom. He bent down and laid me gently on the bed. I watched as he lifted one of my legs and started kissing his way down it. I knew where he was going but I still wasn't prepared for the feel of his lips on my body.

I let out a soft whimper as his lips brushed my pussy lips.

Once. Twice. Three times.

I was so sensitive from everything we'd already done. So orgasmic. It was only a matter of time before I lost control again.

He did that to me so easily it almost frightened me.

I was trembling with need when he stopped suddenly. His lips hovered above my aching pussy until I backed away from the edge. Then he started again. Tiny little nips led to long probing thrusts. He shifted higher, flicking his tongue against my clit.

"Ah!"

I started to peak, my body arching off the bed. He blew on my lips, cooling me down, making me groan in frustration. Then he started again.

"Joss! Please!"

"Not yet."

He brought me to the brink of orgasm again. And again. And again. I was whimpering like an animal by the time he stopped the fifth time.

My hips rocked helplessly on the bed, wanting more pressure... more heat...
 
more him.

"Tell me."

"Ah... tell you what? Please Joss!"

He kissed my tummy, staring up and into my eyes.

"Tell me."

He shifted up, his cock sliding deliciously against the outside of my pussy lips. I wanted him inside me. Now.

"Oh God-"

He pushed in slightly then withdrew.

"No!"

"Trista. Tell me."

I stared up at him. He was so beautiful. Pure. A good person. He didn't want anything from me. Not my money or my fame.

He just wanted me.

I gave in as he nudged his cock against me again. Then he drove forward, tearing the words from my lips.

"I love you."

It was barely a whisper but he heard it. I knew he did. He froze, staring down at me.
 

Then he gave me what I wanted. Long, deep, hard thrusts that had me coming in seconds. And again. And again.

He seemed to be making up for making me wait by forcing orgasm after orgasm from my quivering body.

"Tell me."

I was coming when he asked. I had no choice but to answer. He seemed to need to hear it again.

This time I didn't whisper.

"I love you."

Joss went wild. He drove into me again and again. I came almost instantly, rising up off the bed until my chest collided with his. But he didn't stop. He was almost too rough, like an untamed animal on top of me.

I should have been frightened but I loved it. I craved it. After waiting so long for his touch, it was exactly what I needed.

It seemed like time stopped as he rode me, driving home endlessly. Then suddenly he froze. I felt electric currents leap between us as his cock seemed to swell even larger inside me.

Then he exploded. A hot gush of warmth shot into me, filling me with heat. I cried out as I shuddered, held immobile against the bed by the spear of his cock.

His shoulders shook as he held me in place, both of us rocking out of tempo. He gripped my hips, not letting me move away as he pumped himself into me. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't have stopped it.

But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted it to go on forever. It almost felt like it did.

When the storm finally cleared we both collapsed, limp in each other's arms. Joss rolled to his side, carrying me with him. We faced each other, our legs entangled.

Not to mention that he was still inside me, semi erect already.

"You didn't pull out."

"I know."

"Why?"

His eyes were tender as his knuckles grazed my cheek.

"Because I'm keeping you."

Chapter Seventeen

Joss

I held her in my arms, this precious girl who had given herself to me so selflessly. I'd taken what I wanted. And I wasn't even close to being done taking.

I'd never felt like I deserved any of this before this moment. I'd always known deep down that I was garbage. Scum. Just like my worthless whore of a mother. That's what my father had told me every time he got drunk. Which was just about every single night of my childhood.

I'd spent my entire life trying to prove him wrong.
 

Something had cracked open inside me when she said those three little words to me.

Three words I'd never heard from a woman.
 

The guys said it when we were in the service. It meant a lot. But it didn't mean the same thing.

I love you.

I should say it back now. I should. I was feeling it. Thinking it. I thought it every time I looked at her. I opened my lips to say it. But instead other words came out.

"I want you to quit the label."

"What? Why?"

My cock was starting to rise again. I was still embedded inside her sweetness. The feel of her softness around me was too much. My balls felt heavy with seed.

"It's no good for you."

Her eyes were wide.

"Joss- that's a lot to ask. You are asking me to give up everything."

I cupped her cheek.

"We can talk about it after."

"After what?"

I rolled her onto her back, holding her wrists above her.

"After this."

I made love to her slowly this time. Taking my time. Hitting every angle. I worked my hips, circling them against her.

Again and again I made her come, each time more delicious than the last. I loved watching the way her eyes glazed over, her lips parted, the soft sexy sounds she made.

Love.

There was that word again.

I wanted to hear it again. So I brought her to the edge and stopped, lightly strumming her nipple with one hand.

"Joss..."

"Say it again. I want to hear it."

"Hmmfff... Please..."

I just flexed my hips, sliding my cock an inch further, until our bodies were flush against each other. I'd never been deeper. No one had.

I closed my hands around her slender back possessively.

"You're mine."

"Yes... please Joss..."

"Tell me."

I flexed again, making small thrusts inside her. Her eyes closed and she convulsed. I stopped again, halting her mid orgasm.

"I'm yours!"

"Why?"

Her eyes opened. She looked almost sad as she whispered the words to me.

"Because I love you."

The words acted like a drug on me, freeing me of all my worries and doubts. I was mindless, a caged beast that had been unleashed after years and years of emptiness. Loneliness. I rocked into her again and again until I felt my cock start to pulsate inside her.

Gush after gush poured out of me into her womb. It felt like liquid lightning. Or molten metal. Something solid and real. I couldn't believe I had that much seed inside me after such a short time.

Apparently, she brought out the best in me.

That
didn't surprise me.

I stayed inside her, wanting nothing more than to be exactly where I was. Forever. I even angled her thighs up, wrapping them around me.

I knew what I was doing too. It was stupid. Reckless. And so, so right.

I was seeding her.

Her body was still quivering deep inside as we lay there. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked so open, so vulnerable as she looked up at me. I wondered if we were making a baby together. Right now.

I love you.

I told her without saying the words. I couldn't. I had never said the words before. Not to anyone.

Not even to my parents.

Parent.

My mother was long gone by the time I was old enough to speak. And my father... well let's just say that a drunk with a tendency to use his fists to communicate wasn't the most lovable man in the world.