Swan (A Sexy, Fairytale Short) (3 page)

“I owe you a few more orgasms,” Trent said against my lips before his hand gripped his steely cock between us and lined it up at my entrance. “I’m clean, I promise. I’ve never been with another woman. I always thought something was wrong with me, but now I know I was always meant to be with you. Please don’t make me wear a condom. I want my cum in you. I want to know that I’m touching the most intimate part of you. I need to feel you.”
 

I sucked in a slow breath. Trent McAvoy was a virgin. In that moment, I felt priceless.
 

I leaned up to catch his neck with my hands and pull him in for a kiss. “I’m a virgin,” I confessed against his lips. I’ve never been with anyone else. No one ever made me feel like you do. Please, Trent, I want you, all of you.”

I dragged his earlobe between my teeth and felt one slow shudder consume his body. Then the head of his dick was sliding between my soaked lips, coating him in my arousal. He gently probed my entrance, his kisses mimicking the slow probe of his erection.
 

“Fuck me, Trent,” I begged, no longer hearing myself or caring what he thought. We’d waited a long six years for this moment, we’d held out hope, saved ourselves for each other, and our time was now.

I wanted to feel everything he could give me. I wanted to fuck him for the sophomore who thought she was too fat and ugly to ever catch the attention of a boy like him. I wanted him to take me because he’d already taken me. He’d taken my heart long ago and carried it with him in all the years since.
 

“I’m at your mercy.”
 

Trent’s palms held my thighs around his waist as his tongue probed past my lips and danced with mine. His dick slowly slid into me, stretching me and filling me so full, I thought I might moan and cum and lose my mind in the next three seconds.
 

“You’re so big,” I gasped once he was finally seated inside me.

His hips began a gentle rocking rhythm. One hand pressed into the hair at the back of my neck and he kissed me again, his other hand reaching behind my back and pulling me upright. We faced each other, his hips gaining momentum as I sat impaled on his dick, my arms wrapped around his heavy body. Sex-soaked skin was the only thing separating our hearts.
 

“Jesus, I’m so glad I found you. I was afraid you’d left. I was afraid I’d never see you again. I came back hoping you were still here. I was praying some lucky man hadn’t stolen you away,” he murmured against my neck as I rocked my hips against his, my elbows propped on his shoulders and my fingers twisting in his hair.

“I’m so glad you found me.” I reflected his words with every thunderous beat of my heart.

His lips turned up and attached at my nipple. His eyes held mine as he sucked long and slow, twirling his tongue around the pebbled peak and kneading the creamy flesh. I rocked and hummed before one of his hands slipped between us. His fingers swirled at my clit in a furious rhythm.
 

“Come on me. Give me another one of those sexy moans.”
 

His dick hit a new angle inside me, and I came in a torrent of tears and shrieks, my body trembling as my muscles tensed and my brain hazed with hormones.
 

“God yeah,” he groaned as his body tensed beneath me, his hands around my waist, his head cradled between my voluminous breasts as he shot jets of white hot cum into my body. “Jesus, I’m never going to get enough of you.”
 

He laid me back on the duvet gently, tucking me under his arm and pulling me close.

 
I heaved and sighed, my fingers trailing across the hair that dusted his wall of a chest.
 

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said as sex still chugged through my veins.
 

“You and me both.” He tucked his nose into my hair and played with a few of the strands spread across the pillow. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
 

He grinned, and I smiled, feeling true exhaustion pull at my muscles for the first time in a long time. I was falling asleep, and maybe in love, with a man that I’d only just seen again for the first time in six years.
 

The soft sound of his breaths and the gentle movements of his chest lulled me to sleep, and before long, I found myself dreaming about dark-haired little boys and girls, little football players and cheerleaders, and a big, strong, strapping Trent to coach them.
 

Everything about this day had been a dream. For the first time in so long, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

FOUR

Chrissy

I woke up with a pit of dread in my stomach.
 

What had happened?

What had I done?

Why was my head pounding, and why was a beautiful Greek god sleeping naked next to me?

I groaned through the pillow over my head, thinking maybe staying in last night would have been the better option. How was I going to extract myself from this situation? What if he woke up with regrets? What if he’d had beer goggles on? What if everything he’d said last night was all in the throes of sex and nothing more?

My heart sank at that thought. I wanted more. But then, he had said he was a virgin. How could Trent McAvoy be a virgin? He was like a God. I’d assumed he’d lost his virginity in high school and then manwhored his way through life.
 

Was it possible that he’d had feelings for me as much as I did him?

I rolled out of bed, swiped a T-shirt from a chair, then padded down the hall to the kitchen.
 

Should I wake him? Let him sleep? I glanced at the clock. I had a little over an hour before I had to be in class. I’d have to wake him before then.
 

I absentmindedly made coffee and pushed a few slices of bread into the toaster as I worried over what to do.
 

“Thought I could take you out for breakfast,” Trent said, surprising me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and plopped a kiss right at the crevice of my neck, sending a delicious shiver running down my spine.
 

“I have to be at work in an hour. Is there anywhere you have to be today?” I asked lamely, searching for some bland sense of friendship. When he didn’t reply, I turned in his arms to catch a glimpse of him.
 

“I’ll be around all day. I could make you dinner when you get home. I have to meet with the team at six, but let’s say we have an early dinner and you can come along with me?” His radiant smile nearly cracked my heart in two.
 

“Me? You want me to come with you? I-I’m a little confused—”

“Sure, it’s just up the street. We can walk.” He smiled again before placing a kiss on my lips and turning to open a few cupboards.
 

My eyes narrowed in confusion. What was he doing? Invading my life? Moving himself in? Did he think he could just walk into my life and send me on a whirlwind?
 

“What time do you get home? I’ve got a few errands to run this morning. I was going to hit the farmer’s market and make Italian tonight. You in? I can have it ready when you walk in the door.”

“I—well—”A home-cooked Italian dinner cooked in my kitchen by one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen walk the earth? “Okay.”
 

I grinned, my anxiety melting away in favor of cautious happiness. I’d never been so doted on before. If this was Trent, I was all in. Plus the orgasms he’d given me last night, I hadn’t known such a perfect man could exist.
 

“I’m usually not home ’til four, but I can try to get home early and we can cook together?” I offered as I set two mugs on the counter.

“Sounds great. Now let me get a taste of that sweet pussy again before you run off to work all day.” The devilish smile was back, and his hands were pushing me up the kitchen counter, pinning me against the cool stone.
 

Forty-five minutes and two more orgasms later, along with some fantastic shower sex, I’d given him a key to my place and was hurrying out the door, almost late for work. This morning's extracurricular activities had been well worth it though.
 

I walked the few blocks to school, briefcase thrown over one shoulder, as I considered the series of events that had unfolded last night. He’d been so gentle, so giving, so loving, and I'd been so trusting. Logic had surely gone straight out the window, but what about emotion? It wasn’t as though he was a complete stranger—I’d grown up with him. It was only during the last six years that we’d been strangers.
 

And now he was back, apparently the new football coach. This town was so small that I would no doubt being seeing him again and often, perhaps even weekly at the school. I sighed. If this didn't work out, we would find ourselves in one helluva pickle. But a tiny thread of hope pulling at my heart. Maybe, just maybe, we could work. Maybe this was more for both of us. Maybe this was everything we’d been waiting for. Only time would tell.
 

I smiled as I stepped through the doors of the school. The quiet that resonated through the halls in the minutes before the bell rang and students descended always calmed me. I passed a few teachers as I headed down the hallway to my room, anxious to get on with my day and impart some wisdom on the little minds I taught. Then I would get to go home for Italian and more time with Trent, the unexpected stranger who had charmed his way into my heart in less than twenty-four hours.

FIVE

Trent

I sped through my errands before heading to the farmer’s market at the edge of town. Momma had asked me to pick her up some fresh tomatoes and strawberries if they looked good, which they did. I stuffed the ingredients for the Italian dinner I had planned into my bag before handing over cash.
 

I was so anxious to get home to Chrissy. The radiant smile that lit up her eyes when she laughed had undone my heart from the first moment I saw her.
 

Perched on that bar stool all alone, drinking a beer after dancing her ass off, she’d been a vision, so elegant and poised. I’d nearly lost my mind when I finally recognized her face.
 

I wouldn’t have thought I could mistake her for the world—the memory of her wide smile and dark-rimmed eyes had stayed with me for years—but she’d changed, developed into a woman. Her hair had always been wild and thick, but she’d grown it out. Now the dark locks reached halfway down her back and curled lightly at the ends. The glasses she’d worn all through high school, while sexy as hell, were absent, and I found it easier to get lost in the dark depths of her eyes.
 

And watching her dance… she’d captivated me. She’d danced with abandon, clearly only in it for herself as she felt the music running through her veins.
 

I was so anxious to get home to her and spend time in her life, in her world, in her body. She was perfect, everything I’d ever dreamed she could be.
 

On the night I’d almost kissed her, after the homecoming game, she had team colors painted across her sweet face. It’d taken everything in me to not press my lips to hers then. She’d scurried off before I could do it, but truth be told, I probably didn’t have it in me then. It’d taken me years to mature to her level, to be worthy of her. She’d had such a wise and beautiful soul even back then.
 

But now, everything was different. I was back, and I was determined to get my girl. There was nothing standing between us anymore, and even if something did, I’d move hell and high water to make her mine.
 

I stepped out of the farmer’s market into the bright sunlight, two large bouquets of spring flowers in my hands—one for Chrissy and one for Mom. She’d raised me right, taught me how to be a gentleman, and I had every intention of doting on Chrissy just as I did all the women in my family. Having three sisters had a way of doing that to a guy.
 

I strolled down Main Street and ducked into my parents’ house to drop off the goods for my mom.
 

She greeted me at the door with two sloppy kisses, one on each cheek.
 

“Mom, I was just here yesterday. I don’t need that kind of greeting every time you see me now that I live in town.”

“I know, I just missed you so much, Trent baby. Six years is too long.” She patted my cheek.

Her Italian accent warmed my insides like the summer sun. I’d missed her too.
 

“Well, I’m home for good now.” I smiled and passed her the flowers. “For the most important woman in my life.”
 

Her smile broadened.
 

“Oh, such a sweet boy.” She placed another sloppy kiss on my cheek before wrapping me in a one-armed hug. “Let’s hope I’m not the most important woman in your life for too much longer though, yeah?” She winked before turning away and heading into the kitchen. “Have you seen Chrissy yet?”
 

The sing-song tone of her voice made me smile. Momma had been matchmaking me and Chrissy since we were eight and running around the ball field together.
 

“Ran into her last night.” I scratched at the back of my head, trying not to reveal the pure joy coursing through my veins.
 

“Oh?” She turned, her interest suddenly sparked. “I told you she’d good for you. She’s a really looker now, yeah?” Her eyes gleamed, her easy-going nature visible in every laugh line on her face.
 

“She was always pretty, Mom,” I said, pulling a chair out at the table and making myself at home.
 

“Yeah, yeah, you always had eyes for her, even I could see it, but now she’s a real beauty, yes?” She busied herself slicing a tomato I’d brought her.
 

My lips turned at her gentle meddling. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My thoughts returned to last night. She’d looked so stunning laid out on that bench, I could have discovered her body for hours without even taking off my clothes. She meant that much. She was everything. Fuck, I’d waited to lose my virginity to her. Though maybe being a virgin at my age was silly, no one else had ever felt right. I’d dated here and there, but Chrissy was always on my mind.