Show and Tell (35 page)
She felt powerful, sexy, needy, wanted. “How bad do you want to watch it?”
“I’ll beg. On my knees.” Norman put his hands together.
Scott kneaded her butt, forcing contact with his cock.
“Take that out.” She pointed to the bulge in Norman’s pants. “Play with it.”
He couldn’t act fast enough, fingers fumbling, almost catching himself in the zipper teeth. His head was bulbous, swollen, purple, and wet.
“You’re bigger,” she whispered to Scott as he filled her hand. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Shoving pants and briefs over his hips, she guided him down into the chair. His penis jutted straight up, big, hard. She wanted him inside her so badly, her chest hurt with each breath.
Yet that was going too far.
Scott held out his palm. She gulped air, swallowed hard, then took his hand and went to her knees between his legs.
16
SCOTT had never wanted a woman’s mouth on him more than he did now. Her eyes were the blue of a stormy ocean, seething.
“Suck me,” he demanded, “or I’ll come just watching you.”
The scent of her hair rose to fog his mind. Scott buried his fingers in the texture of it as she bent her head to him. Her lips closed over his crown, and he laid his head back, losing himself in the heat of her mouth. His body surged up, pushed deeper. Her teeth raked along the sensitive underside, then her fingers closed around his balls. She rose and fell, sucking him deep, then licking him all the way back up, mouthing his tip, tonguing the slit until she backed off to swallow.
She looked up at him, her mouth barely closing over his crown. Her gaze locked with his, her lips taking him, and his balls filled to the breaking point. With both hands behind her head, he pushed her down slowly until he was as deep as he could go. He thought he’d die with the enormity of her act.
Then she turned slightly to glance at Norman. The sight of the man’s fat cock in his hand, beating himself while his eyes bulged, taking in every inch of her, seemed to set her off. She sucked Scott harder. Faster. Mouth and tongue caressing, her hand riding him with each outstroke.
The orgasm built, blinding him to everything but the feel of her lips, the silk of her hair, the animal scent of her sex. She moaned, the sound quivering along his cock.
“Christ, I’m gonna come.” His words sounded odd in his head, strangled.
Norman reacted with a furious beat. “She’s so fucking hot.”
She took him with a last swipe of her tongue along his length, and he lost it in her mouth, hard, heavy. She milked him to the last drop. She owned him, and he needed to own her.
Pulling her up, he fastened his lips on hers, drank the taste of his come off her tongue, and it wasn’t enough. He tipped her down on the carpet, followed her, covered her. Wriggling against him, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, pulling his head back and forcing him to meet her gaze. Her eyes dilated, her nostrils flared like a mare’s, and the heady perfume of arousal clouded his vision.
He tugged on the tight skirt. “You want this.”
She made a sound, a moan, a cry, and bucked beneath him. He crawled down her, spread her legs, shoved the skirt high until he found her damp crotch, the aroma of sweet sex all over her.
“Tell me you want it.” He tugged aside her thong, revealing her swollen pussy.
She pushed him, her hips rising. He knew she wanted it.
And his mouth watered with the scent of her. “Tell me.”
“Please.” Then she yanked the skirt a little higher, pulled her knees wide, and shoved him over the edge with every sense.
He tasted her, drowned in her, played the button of her clit, slid a finger in her depths.
Then Scott used two fingers, pumping lightly inside her, his tongue playing her like an instrument. Her skin heated, and her nipples turned to hard beads.
Trinity pinched them, squeezing as she’d done to him. Heat streaked down to the exact spot his lips tortured. Her body moved in rhythm with his, her breathing hard, all so good she bit down on her lip to trap the scream rising. Pleasure so intense, it almost hurt, she wanted to come, needed to. The climb to orgasm turned her entire body into one pulsing point of need, until it all spiraled down to his fingers in her, his mouth on her. She simply imploded, her cries loud and long, full-throated, strident, and so unlike her she thought it must be another woman screaming. But oh God, nothing had ever . . . never . . .
She opened her eyes to Scott’s head between her legs and Norman’s fist wrapped around his cock, gaze on her, on Scott, mouth a big round
O
, tongue hanging out. Norman shouted and a jet of come creamed his hand.
O
, tongue hanging out. Norman shouted and a jet of come creamed his hand.
Scott lifted his head and fastened his eyes on her. His mouth glistened with moisture. Meeting her gaze, he licked his lips, slowly, relishing her, showing her how much he loved it. Finally, he blew on her, and Trinity’s body quaked beneath him.
Norman lay boneless, arms out, head turned, pupils fixed on her. His tongue was still hanging out. Like a dog.
She was totally exposed, her legs spread. With Scott between them and her way-too-tight skirt hiked up over her hips, she couldn’t even pull it down to cover herself.
Scott rose slightly, tugged her panties back in place, then pressed a kiss to her soaked crotch. Her body tensed in anticipation of another mind-blowing orgasm. Norman rolled on his side and started stroking himself again.
Oh my God. Trinity suddenly felt sick. Why couldn’t he at least keep his tongue in and his mouth closed? She could not get that image out of her head even when she closed her eyes. And it was horrible. Crass. Sleazy. What would people
think
of her?
think
of her?
She squirmed from beneath Scott. Rolling onto her knees, she yanked her skirt down until her butt was at least covered. “I have to go.” Standing awkwardly, her high heel slipped out from under her, and only Scott’s hand on her arm saved her.
“I need to get out,” she whispered.
Zipped up, shirt buttoned—how did he do that?—Scott held her, his grip unrelenting. “We go together.”
Trinity let him come with her because it was the only way to leave. If she didn’t get out, she’d expire right on the spot.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she muttered to herself as she straightened her clothing. “I can’t believe it.” Teetering on her high heels, she stabbed the elevator button.
“It was hot.” Scott’s head still swirled, steeped in her scent. It was all over him. When he breathed, her aroma filled his head. He licked his lips, and her flavors shot him to the moon again. She’d tasted so good.
She whirled and stabbed a finger to his chest. Her mouth open, she stopped before she got a word out, as if suddenly she had no clue what she wanted to tell him. Or
how
to tell him.
how
to tell him.
“It was good,” he whispered. “You loved it.” She’d come so hard, her legs tight around him, taking all he had to give.
Norman made it all that much hotter.
She closed her eyes.
“Admit it.”
“It was good.” Then she gulped air as if the words had stolen something from her. “But you shouldn’t have touched me.”
“You were so fucking ready to come.”
“That wasn’t the rule.”
“We didn’t have a rule.”
“I
did
.”
did
.”
The elevator dinged, and when the doors opened, she climbed on. He made to follow, but she held out her palm. “No.”
“But—”
She pushed him, he stepped back, and the silvered doors closed in his face. His own reflection stared back at him.
It was the absolute hottest, most fucking alive thing he’d ever experienced. The moment he spent himself in her mouth, he’d been as high as he thought sex could take a man, yet he’d needed to taste her to be complete. With another man watching, he wanted her to know she was his, no one else’s, ever. He wanted her to
be
in that moment with him.
be
in that moment with him.
Not ten minutes later, she’d let the elevator slam in his face. The woman was two steps forward and a giant step back.
He had no idea how to regain the ground he’d lost. Hell, he couldn’t even pinpoint when he’d lost it. Friday night with his daughters? Or tonight when he put his mouth to her and made her come in front of a total stranger?
Maybe it was a bit of both. He wanted to pound his fist into something, so instead he punched the elevator button.
Yet it was far too late to chase her down. She was already gone. It was a matter of gone for how long. And if he’d survive until she returned.
TRINITY didn’t make it home before she had to pull over. A fast-food lot, its lights far too bright on the hood of her car.
For a moment, she couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t get Norman’s face out of her mind. His gaze all bug-eyed, his hand touching himself, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out. It was like all the bad clichés you ever see about horny men addicted to porn on the Internet. Seedy and sleazy.
She’d been fine until Scott pushed her down on the carpet. No, correct that, she’d wanted Scott to throw her down like that, she wanted his mouth, the orgasm . . . everything.
It was the whole morning after thing. You get up, your makeup’s a mess, your clothes feel grungy, the guy isn’t nearly as good as you thought he was the night before. Everything is plain old sordid, and you realize you slept with him for all the wrong reasons. Because you wanted to punish your boyfriend for an infraction, or you couldn’t back down from a challenge.
She’d have felt better if she hadn’t ended up naked. That was more than she’d wanted to do. She’d gotten carried away, exhibited no control. She’d exhibited
herself
. What if someone found out? That was the problem with getting carried away. If you weren’t careful, someone discovered what you’d been up to.
herself
. What if someone found out? That was the problem with getting carried away. If you weren’t careful, someone discovered what you’d been up to.
Trinity climbed out of her car, slammed the door, and leaned against it. The greasy scent of fries drifted on the night air. A posse of teenagers hung about the newspaper racks outside the food chain’s door.
She hugged her arms around her middle.
Will the real Trinity Green please stand up?
She’d lost sight of who Trinity Green was
supposed
to be. She’d walked into that hotel room feeling power in the palm of her hand. She’d soared with it when she took Scott in her mouth.
supposed
to be. She’d walked into that hotel room feeling power in the palm of her hand. She’d soared with it when she took Scott in her mouth.
But when she came down off that orgasm, she’d lost it all.
Was it Norman’s doggie tongue hanging out? Or what Faith would say or think? Or her
father
? Not to mention her mom looking down from heaven. Trinity closed her eyes.
father
? Not to mention her mom looking down from heaven. Trinity closed her eyes.
“Hey, lady, can I bum a smoke?”
She didn’t even see the teenager until he was right there. Her heart skipped a couple of beats. “I don’t smoke.”
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