Page 26 of Power Twist

“No,” he chokes out. Just below my belly button, I pause, waiting for his instructions. “Your nipples first.”

The building desire quivers low in my belly. As my hand glides up my own body, skimming across sensitive skin, his slides lower to grip his hard length over his black suit pants. Fascinated, I watch him stroke himself as my eager fingers brush both nipples, flicking the peaked tips.

“Rougher, Mess. Do it like I would.”

I pinch both hardened nipples between my fingers. My back bows off the back of the tub, thrusting my breasts higher into the cooler air. The burst of desire shatters all inhibitions. “Trey,” I moan, continuing to tease myself, no longer caring about anything but my release. “I want you doing this. Touch me,” I begged.

“I promised him hands off,” he spits like the words are acid on his tongue. “But we can make do, can't we, Mess?”

Biting my lip, I nod as another wave of lust washes to my core, slicking my already wet center further.

“Good girl. Now lower both hands.”

“Benson,” T’s booming voice yells from the bedroom. My fingers still immediately. Widened in panic, my eyes flash up to Trey's. “I ordered you in and out. No funny business in there.”

“Coming,” Trey shouts back over his shoulder with a smirk. “She’s working through the events of the night. Asking a shit ton of questions like always. Be out in a minute when she’s good.”

“Hands off, remember,” T says, his voice causing the door to rattle on its hinges.

Trey motions for me to continue, but knowing T’s on the other side of the door gives me pause. Trey raises both brows at my lack of response to his unspoken order and shoots a pointed look to my center.

“Yeah, I know. Hands off. I remember, big guy, don’t worry,” he calls out.

A rush of breath releases from my lungs at the sound of T's heavy footsteps retreating.

“Continue,” Trey says, going back to stroking himself over his slacks. “We’re getting to the good part now.”

His enraptured focus plus his visible reaction to my ministrations encourage me to continue. The first brush of my fingers shoots an electric bolt to every nerve ending. This is a first for me—with an audience, that is—and it’s fucking hot as hell. My lids flutter closed as my fingers slide deep into my core.

“That's it.” His words are more a groan as I pick up the pace. “Imagine me, baby, my fingers, my tongue.”

My breaths come in short pants, sweat trickling down my temples and between my breasts. I force my eyes open, and they widen at the sight of Trey's zipper down, his heavy cock in his hand. His tight fist jerks with the same rhythm as my fingers.

“Trey,” I moan, my hips arching off the bottom of the tub. Waves slosh against the sides, some spilling over the lip to the tile floor.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “On your knees, Mess. Keep your hands where they are and face me.”

Damn his words. The lust-filled tone nearly shoves me over the edge. I press my knees against the bottom of the tub, sliding forward an inch against the slick surface until they hit the side. Leaning down, Trey brushes his lips along my own in an almost kiss. The tip of his tongue traces my lower lip, slicking the surface before he stands upright once more.

Heated gaze locked with mine, he brushes the smooth head of his cock against my lips, parting them with a shallow thrust. A moan escapes as I open wider, allowing him to slide deeper.

“Faster,” he pants, and I know he's not talking about my mouth. “I know you like it hard, baby. Give yourself what I can’t tonight.”

Bracing one hand along the ledge, I spread my knees wider, adding another finger. His thrusts increase, enticing my hand to do the same. I let out a frustrated groan, missing his hands in my hair urging me along. Trey curses and slides deeper down my throat. My nose brushes his taut stomach.

I angle my thumb over my clit and press down with every pump of my fingers. Ecstasy tingles my center, urging me faster and harder. With a muffled cry, I come hard, squeezing my fingers tight. The muscles in my thighs spasm and my grip on the tub’s edge slips, forcing Trey to push even deeper. I gag as my hand slides along the ceramic edge, seeking traction. Trey grunts his own release, my name a barely there whisper as his thrusts turn erratic.

He steps back, slowly sliding from between my lips, and I slink back into the tub, utterly spent and happy. Eyes closed, I smile and stretch my tired jaw. “Well, that was new.”

“Everything is new with you, Randi. Everything.”

I peel open my heavy lids with a content sigh. After tucking himself back into his slacks and straightening his shirt, Trey leans forward, pressing his lips hard against my own. Taking the highball glass off the counter, he dangles it in front of my face.

The slick glass slides along my palm as I lower it to my lips to take a sip.

“I won't let anything happen to you, you know that, right?”

Looking over the rim of the crystal, I nod. “That's your job, right?” Not sure why I phrase it as a question. Maybe subconsciously I need to hear that I'm more than the job, more than a random fuck. I need to hear he's in as deep as I am with whatever is going on between us.

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