Page 61 of Trust Me

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, dolcezza.”

Her cheeks warm. “What are we going to do when you have an away game next weekend?”

“FaceTime when I’m at the hotel, have phone sex,” I suggest, winking at her.

I expect her to blush some more, but she hums, her eyes hooded with lust. “I’d like that, but I think we need to cross something off before we do that.”

“What’s that?” I prod.

“You letting me please you.” She blushes once more, her tongue swiping out to wet her lips.

“Jasmine—” I start to argue, but it’s cut short once she stands.

My brain fails to work, my heart beating wildly in my chest at the sight of her naked, perfect body, with droplets of water sticking to her soft skin. I want to lick every inch of her, then fuck her on the counter, but we can’t. Not yet.

“I want you, Elio. Teach me how to please you. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” she pleads, her trusting eyes on mine as she moves through the water.

She walks over to me, my breath choppy as I fail to tear my eyes away from her breasts. I’ve seen her naked plenty of times this week, and had my mouth on her nipples more times than I can even remember, but this feels different.

Because seeing her so determined to give me pleasure, wanting my cock and only my cock in her mouth for her first time, is tempting me to let her do exactly that. She’s innocent and shy when it comes to being intimate, and she has no idea how sexy it is.

How much it turns me on knowing that I’m the man she trusts, the one who gives her pleasure.

“You want me to teach you how to be my dirty slut, hm?”

Her eyes widen, desire coating her features. I had a hunch she’d like a bit of degradation, since she’s always praised and pressured to be good.

“Yes,” she purrs, stepping closer.

Once she’s close enough, I dip my head and suck a nipple into my mouth, loving the breathy moan that leaves her lips. I lavish both of her breasts, moving from one to the other, giving them both the appreciation they deserve.

She has the best tits I’ve ever seen.

I pull back, gripping her hair and tilting her head up to mine, taking her lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue teases my lips first, dipping into my mouth, where she explores. A groan gets caught in my throat, and I force myself to pull away from her.

If she wants to do this, then I need to stop before I devour her instead.

“You want to learn how to suck my cock?”

“Yes, teach me.” Her palms land on the hem of my shirt, lifting it up my body.

I help her, tearing it over my head. Her eyes roam over my body appreciatively, and I like knowing that she does it openly now, not like our encounter that night after the gym a month ago.

“Get on your knees for me,” I order her, loving how she instantly lowers, her knees hitting the bench in the hot tub.

I undo my zipper, then push my jeans and briefs down. I kick them off and my shirt follows, standing there completely bare to her. My erection stands up proudly, while Jasmine eyes it with a mix of emotions.

Excitement. Want. Curiosity. Nerves.

I climb into the hot tub and sit on the ledge in the corner. I put my hand on her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay. Can I touch it?” she asks, eyeing my cock like it’s something to be investigated. It’s sexy as hell.

“It’s all yours, dolcezza.”

Her small hand reaches forward, her fingers gently running the length from my tip to the base as her eyes inspect it from different angles. My abs constrict at that. She’s barely even touched me and I’m already a goner.

“Is this an average size?” she asks, tilting her head up to me as her hand wraps around my base.

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