Melting Point (4 page)

He leaned forward on the sofa, reach
ing out and pulling her closer to him. His head lowered as he began to lay feather-soft kisses down her flat stomach. His hand reached up and teased her taut, pink nipples. His fingertips pinched and rolled them into tight buds.

As his mouth dipped lower still, he was pleased to hear a moan escape her lips. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his head, gently guiding his mouth lower, to
the hot, moist apex between her legs.

He obliged.
He was hers to command.

"Trent, please," she begged.

Chapter 4

Faith's knees were threate
ning to collapse under her from her need. Wave upon wave of pleasure overtook her. Her body demanded release. His hands left her breasts to move downward, to focus on her moist pussy. He separated the lips with his fingers, exposing her quivering clit.

Trent
guided one of her legs onto his shoulder so his tongue could fully access her. His tongue flicked and circled her clit as his fingers continued to dive deep into her depths, stroking her, exploring her.

The waves grew stronger, and more frequent as he continued to tease her clit and
lick the juices from her pussy, his tongue frequently replacing his fingers and dipping deep into her. Her hands moved back down to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his bare flesh. Her fingernails created deep crescent moon indents on his skin.

"Let go for me
, Faith," he demanded, going back to work on her tender clit, circling it with his tongue.

Just as his tongue left her clit to dive back into her, she was overtaken by her climax. She cried out
as the final wave of pleasure exploded within her. Her legs became too weak to hold her weight; she half-pushed, half-collapsed onto him, sending him back against the sofa. She remained straddling his lap. Her mouth found his, relishing the taste of her cum on his lips.

More! More!
her body screamed. She knew he wasn't even close to being through with her yet, and she was relishing the thought.

She was still panting when
Trent lifted her up and laid her back against the length of the sofa. Standing, he removed his jeans and boxers, completely freeing his hard, thick cock for her.

Faith took a moment
to allow her eyes to drink in every last inch of him. They worked their way slowly up his legs, pausing for an extra-long minute at his cock, then carried on their journey up and across the expanse of his broad, tanned chest, over his strong jaw then finally to his dark, hungry eyes.

They looked deeply into each other
’s eyes, their own raw need reflecting in the eyes of the other. "Come here," she finally ordered, a hint of a satisfied smile touching her lips.

Trent nodded then lay next to her on the sofa.
He braced his head up with his hand. His eyes continued to look into hers as his fingers explored her body, moving down past her breasts, down over her hip, then back up again. As much as she was enjoying the feel of his light, tender touches, she knew he needed release as much as she had, could see it in his eyes. She wanted to give it to him.

There would be
time for his tender caresses later.

She spread her legs wide for him. "Come here," she repeated.

He kissed her lips once more. "I'm not sure how long I'm going to last," he warned, somewhat embarrassed at his confession.

Faith smiled then gave him a wink
. "Only one way to find out."

"You're the boss," he
said, claiming her lips once more, his lips hard and demanding as he allowed himself to let go of the little remaining restraint he had left.

He positioned himself over her. The tip of his cock teased the entrance of her wet pussy.

"Please, Trent, or I swear I'll force you," she threatened, her hips bucking against him. Her hands moved down the length of his back to his ass, forcing him down to her. Into her.

Letting go completely
, Trent thrust fast and hard into her tight, wet pussy. She shuddered as new waves began to ripple through her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, moving with him, forcing him into her deeper with each thrust.

Trent was almost certain he was going to come as soon as his cock entered her. He fi
t into her perfectly, like their bodies were made for each other. Her pussy clung tight to his cock, begging it back each time he withdrew – like a sea nymph hungrily beckons a sailor.

Feeling her body quiver and her pussy clutch to him with a second orgasm was too much for him
to resist. He moaned as he let himself go, exploding within her.

Exhausted he lay over her, the majority of his two hundred pounds braced on
a hand planted on either side of her head. He was reluctant to pull out of her quite yet. Her moist heat felt too good, was too addictive.

He looked deep into her eyes, which shone with satisfaction and happiness. He liked seeing the look of contentment on her face, and loved the fact he was the one to put it there. He knew then and there that he had indeed found
that someone special; a woman unlike any other he'd ever come across. He also knew he'd do whatever it took to ensure the happiness and contentment she was feeling now lasted for as long as she wanted him around.

Trent
knew something else as well. His injured side was hurting like a bitch. The pain had been overshadowed by the demands of his cock, but now, in the aftermath of his release, the pain was resurfacing.

With reluctance, he pulled his protesting cock out of her and lay next to
her again. It was beginning to harden already, anxious for round two. Normally he would have been delighted to accommodate, but the throbbing in his lower ribs simply wouldn't allow it.

Faith turned on her side to face him, bracing her head up with her hand.

Eyeing him now, she knew something was seriously wrong. Looking down she noticed the large, dark, black and blue spot had grown more sinister in appearance. She was about to suggest perhaps they reconsider the hospital but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak the words he interrupted her by placing a finger on her lips.

"I'm fine," he reassured her with a
weak smile.

She laughed
. "All right, you win." She leaned over and kissed his smooth chest.

Faith climbed over him, taking care not to hurt him further. Standing on the living room floor, she extended her hand to him. "Then at least come and sleep where you'll be comfortable."

"So is that an invitation to stay the night?" Trent joked as he took her hand and followed her toward the master bedroom.

Stopping
, Faith turned to face him. Taking a step forward she closed the distance between them. She reached up and touched his cheek, her thumb tracing his lips. "You can stay as long as you like. I'll expect nightly rent however." To illustrate her point, she reached down and grasped first his balls and then his cock in her hand, stroking it until it was good and hard.

His breath caught in his throat and the demands of his cock began to override the ache of his ribs
once more. "Best offer I've had in a long time."

"Really?"
she asked, arching an eyebrow at him as she began to back up into the bedroom, in the direction of the bed. Keeping hold of his cock she pulled him along with her.

She continued to guide him back into the darkened bedroom until she was finally stopped by t
he feel of the mattress of her queen-sized, four-poster bed against the back of her legs. Releasing his member, Faith wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her soft naked body against his and pulled his head down so his lips could meet hers.

He
bent down, kissing her lightly before straightening back up again.

He cocked his head to the side, watching her, in contemplation.
"In that case, perhaps I should start paying my way right now."

Swooping down he knocked her legs out from under sending her flying back onto the bed. She squealed in a combination of delight and surprise.

Once she had finished brushing
away some stray strands of hair that had fallen into her face, she propped herself up with her elbows behind her. She lay there, naked and waiting, the juncture between her legs growing moister by the second.

With
a grace and speed she wouldn't have expected from him, Trent joined her on the bed, pulling her up onto him.

She smiled down at him
, settling herself over his enlarged, throbbing cock. It slid into her, filling her completely. Faith began to rock her hips against him, rotating her hips in a circular motion as she slid up and down on his shaft.

As much as he wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the feel of her milking his cock, he couldn't keep his eyes off the sight of her
round, firm breasts bouncing as she rode him. Reaching up he grasped them in his hands, his fingers pinching the tight nubs. She moaned as she arched her back, her head falling back, her long, brown hair flying out wildly around her.

She began moving her hips faster, her pussy clutching tighter
around his shaft. She was moving at a near-frenzied pace. Trent moved his hands to her waist, steadying her as she bounced and moved on him. He could feel her body vibrate over him, preparing to come.

Trent welcomed the warmth
of her juices as she screamed his name while coming over his cock and balls. Her skin glistened with sweat as she continued to work his cock. He was close, so close, such sweet agony.

She looked him straight in the eye. "Your turn," she gasped when she felt his body stiffen under her as he prepared for his second release of the night. Moving his hands to her hips, he pulled her down hard onto him as he released
, forcing her to take in every inch of his large shaft.

Faith smiled as she lowered her body
onto him. She shifted her weight to the right side in an attempt to avoid hurting him.

Trent
returned her smile, before placing a kiss on her forehead.

She
made a move to lift herself off him, but he held tightly to her. Giving in she lowered her weight to him completely, resting her cheek on his chest.

As she lay there, held tight
ly in his warm embrace, she realized that some rules were meant to be broken and that some things were well worth the wait. Trent was a prime example of both those things.

****

“So you ready to face them?” Trent asked as they pulled into the parking lot at the construction site.

Faith took in a deep breath and slowly released it. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“If any of them –”

Leaning across the gearshift, Faith brushed her lips across Trent’s. “I said I’ll be fine. You’re forgetting I’ve been dealing with jackasses
like them for ten years on my own. I can handle myself.”

“Sure, sure.”

His face fell, like she’d wounded his pride by proclaiming she didn’t need him. But she did. It wasn’t until that weekend when he’d defended her and then spent the weekend at her place showing her what it was like to have a man there for her and in her corner, that she realized how empty her life had been.

“
What I mean to say –” she pulled away from him and placed her hand over his “– is that you caused enough conflict with your brother Friday night. If I don’t stand on my own two feet today then they’ll talk even more. But it’s good to know I have someone in my corner – for a change.”

A smile of understanding spread across his lips and he gave a quick nod. “I get it. You’re right.”

Faith craned her neck, searching for any sign of their co-workers and then leaned across the gearbox again, but this time for a longer, more intimate kiss. As their tongues touched and he groaned that low, sexy growl he tended to do when he got turned on, the fire between her legs ignited. When she pulled away she found herself feeling breathless and tempted to play hooky for the day.

“So ready?” Grabbing her lunchbox from behind the seats he passed it to her, before retrieving his own. Although he was attempting to sound unperturbed by the kiss she knew different
; she could hear the lust in his voice.

“As I’ll ever be.” They exited the vehicle and made their way across the parking lot toward the entrance to the work site. As they approached the first person she noticed was Brian, his back to them
while he chatted up some of their co-workers.

As if feeling their eyes on him, Brian slowly turned in their direction. Brian had indeed gotten the worst of the fight
; one of his eyes was still bruised from the blow he’d received and he seemed to be favouring his right side. His eyes narrowed as they spotted Trent and his lips turned to a sneer, displaying the fact he’d lost a tooth in the battle.  

Faith couldn’t have kept back the gasp if she’d tried. “Oh God, you knocked his tooth out!”
she whispered to Trent.

Either her whisper was too loud or Brian had super hearing, because it was Brian
who answered. “Yeah, I have to leave early to see the dentist because of that fucker.” Brian pointed to Trent as if to clarify in case she was unclear as to who was at fault. 

“That’s too bad.”

“You know how much I hate the dentist. My teeth were perfect until you sucker punched me!”

To Faith’s surprise it wasn’t animosity that was in Brian’s tone, but it was more of a joking tone.

“I’ll fuckin’ rough ya up again if you act like an ass,” Trent threatened, but his tone was also lighter and a smile spread across his lips. Trent’s threat was greeted by a round of laughter from their co-workers.