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Chapter 10

Trevor

F eeling her tense around my cock, I can't help but pound into her. She takes me so well it makes me crazy.

I watch as her tits bounce with each thrust and I already know that now that I've felt what it feels like to have Lana's cunt swallowing me whole—I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to not think about her.

I move slow at first, but then she tells me to go harder and I grab her thighs, my thumbs digging into her as I do and I meet her thrust for thrust.

She's still bound by the wrists, her arms above her head laying back on the kitchen island.

And the view is so perfect.

"I'm going to touch you," I grit out, doing my best to maintain my composure.

"And you'll be good and not scream when I pound you into oblivion while rubbing your sweet beautiful clit, right Angel?"

I thrust into her.

"Right," she breathes out. "Yes. Please."

"Such good manners." I reach for her clit and spread the moisture there as I watch my cock glide in and out, in and out. She bucks up into me and bites down hard on her lip. And I know I won't last long at all.

Her pussy has me in a chokehold and just before I'm about to stop she pulses around my cock and brings her hands to her mouth screaming out.

I reach forward, taking a hold of her throat and wrapping one hand around it as I use the other on her clit and keep thrusting into her.

She writhes but now with my hand on her throat she gasps instead of screams.

"That's my good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl." I spill into her and don't take my hand off her throat as I do, lifting her up so that our faces meet and her lips are on mine, swallowing my own groans as I come into her.

My head spins and it's not until I feel her gulp against my hand that I realize I'm still holding her throat.

I quickly move it and she takes in a deep breath.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

I slide out of her and take her face into both my hands.

"Yes," she breathes. "That was… just wow."

I swallow, trying to catch my own breath.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She looks down between her thighs, and I can see I left marks there. And I know for sure I left marks on her ass.

"Shit," I say, bringing a hand up to my face.

"I'm so sorry, Lana."

"No. She shakes her head. No, that was amazing, Trevor. I've never…"

"You've never what?"

"I've never let myself be taken like that."

"Well, to be fair, I've never done that."

She looks at me, in disbelief. "Really? I find that hard to believe."

I roll the condom and tie it off before tossing it into the trash and I grab my pants and slip them back on.

"Well, I'm glad you think so. I just wanted to make you feel good."

She smiles, "Well, mission accomplished. That was incredible."

She holds her wrists out for me. "Do you mind?"

I stand between her legs and take her bound wrists into my hands, working gently to get her untied.

"You'd tell me if I was too rough, right?' I say, looking into her eyes. "Your brother did make sure to emphasize that I shouldn't hurt you."

She chuckles. "Trevor, I'm pretty sure he didn't mean it in this context."

I shrug. "He didn't specify, so…"

"He can't know anything happened between us," she reiterates.

"Yeah, you've made that pretty clear."

"Good."

I get the fabric loosened and set it down next to her. She massages her wrists as I go grab her clothes and hand them to her.

She slides off the kitchen island and looks at me.

"What?"

"You seem… upset," she says, studying me.

I shake my head. "Nope. If you're good, then I'm good."

She reaches for my hand and looks at me. "We just did something very… intimate," she says. "Please don't just shut down on me."

I swallow past that uncomfortable feeling in my throat. "I'm going to take a shower. And then I'll meet you in the room okay?"

She nods. "Okay."

I pick up the pieces of the fabric I ripped up and take them with me. No good leaving any evidence for her brother to find in the morning.

My body is finally giving in to the lack of sleep. I feel the fatigue overtake me as I undress and step into the steam shower.

Was I upset in the kitchen? I guess I was. It doesn't feel good for anyone to reject you especially after you've given them a part of yourself.

Lana's been hurt. She's no doubt been taken for granted. I can understand if she's guarding herself from any future pain.

And it's not like we really got off to a good start. I can't expect her to just fully embrace me, she doesn't even know me. And I don't know her.

But I want to.

Maybe that's the difference. Lana has no interest in getting to know me. And I have every intention of seeing where things can go.

I let the water run over my face and my tired body. Maybe in the morning, I'll be able think clearer. Once the fog of lust as she called it, has lifted.

The shower door swings open and I turn to find her standing there, fully naked in front of me.

"Didn't you already shower?" I ask.

"I mean, we kind of made a mess out there," she says, smiling up at me. "Besides, we need to talk."

She reaches behind me and grabs squirts some soap into hand lathering it up.

"Turn around," she says.

I look at her. "You gonna spank me, now?" I say, quirking a brow.

"No, I'm going to wash you. Turn around."

I gulp. Nobody's ever washed me. But I do, giving her my back and resting my hands on the shower glass.

Her hands touch my skin and once again my body comes alive for her. I don't know why I have this reaction to her. She told me we only get tonight. And I know this can't be more. So maybe I just want everything she'll give me.

"I was going to marry one of Vance's childhood friends," she says.

I still. Because for the first time since meeting her, she's actually opening up.

"We had been on and off for years. I had the biggest crush on him growing up. He was just the kind of guy that gave off this aura that he was untouchable. Unattainable. All the girls wanted to get with him. It was kind of annoying."

She lathers the soap against my skin. And I love how her hands feel on me.

"But I was the lucky one that got to spend the most time with him since he and V were so close, you know. Eventually we grew up. I caught his eye. And we dated. It was supposed to be my happily ever after."

"So what happened?" I say, turning to look at her. She keeps washing me.

"I found out on my wedding day, that he never stopped being the guy that all the girls wanted. He overslept during his bachelor party and didn't show up to our wedding."

"He overslept?" I ask.

"Oh yeah, with two of my bridesmaids, no less."

My shoulders slump and I look at the broken woman in front of me. "Lana… you didn't deserve that."

She shakes her head. "No. I didn't." Her eyes meet mine, sad and overcome with tears.

"I'm sorry that happened."

She shrugs. "It wasn't your fault. I'd just heard all these rumors about you and the second I realized who you were I just thought I was being forced into the same story all over again. This guy that I find very attractive but could never be… you know."

She's still moving her hands over my body, but I take her wrists and force her to look at me.

"I would never do that, Lana. Whatever rumors you've heard, that's all they are rumors. That's not who I am."

"I know," she says, her voice breaking. "I think I know that now. And honestly, it's scary to admit, because… I feel like all these walls I've built up around my heart. Around love. You're breaking them… just by being you."

"I hope so," I say, pulling her to me and wrapping her into an embrace.

She's much smaller than me, she fits perfectly into my body. I rest my head on her hair and breathe her in.

"I don't do things like this," she says.

"Neither do I," I admit.

"But… I feel like I'd be missing out on something big if I didn't at least see this through." She looks up at me.

"What are you saying?" I ask her.

"Trevor, when we get back…. do you want to go out with me?"

I look down at her. "Wait, are you seriously asking me out?"

She bites her lip and nods. "Yes."

"You really are a feminist aren't you?"

She slaps my chest and laughs. "Just answer the question."

I take her by the chin and kiss her. "Yes, Lana. I'd love nothing more than to go out with you."

She smiles against my lips. "Good. Because that can't be the last time we ever have sex. That was way too good!"

I pinch her ass and pull her close to me, our tongues dancing against each other as the water pours down our bodies.

"Then let's fix that, right away." I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I push her up against the glass.

She moans against my lips. "Let's."