Page 54 of Power Twist

I bite my lower lip and nod. Reaching forward, I loop my fingers into the waistband of his athletic shorts and tug them down to the floor, freeing his already-hard cock. Forgetting about the rest of his clothes, I wrap a hand around his thick shaft and give it a squeeze.

Trey hisses and grips my waist, tugging me to him. The slight scattering of chest hair tickles my sensitive pebbled nipples, sending a shiver down my spine. He bands an arm around my back, pressing me tighter and lifting, allowing only my toes to dance over the carpet. Quickly he toes off his own shoes and kicks out of the shorts pooled at his feet.

The soft duvet conforms around my back like a soft cloud. The cool thin material chills the heated skin of my back, causing goose bumps to sprout along my arms. I roll slightly as the bed dips to the left, the mattress shifting under the weight of Trey’s supporting hand.

He licks his lips, eyes only on my breasts. Using his free hand, he twists a pebbled nipple tight while pinching the tip to the point of pain. His brown eyes sparkle, locked with my own at my gasp. A smile pulls at his lips as he lowers. With another twist, he nips at the opposite breast. My back arches off the bed, though desperate for more or to run away I don’t know.

Slickness builds between my thighs as the earlier slow throb turns demanding. Standing straight, Trey brushes the tip of an index finger down the middle of my stomach and dips lower. A sharp inhale tightens my chest as his finger slides between my folds. Up and down he traces, pausing just outside my entrance before sliding back up to tease my tiny bundle of nerves.

I whimper in frustration as I shoot a pleading glance at the grinning man. “And you call me the tease.” The last word is more of a hiss as he pushes three fingers inside all the way to the last knuckle.

“Shhh, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he keeps his eyes locked with mine as he lowers his lips to my center. My eyes roll, the lids flickering closed at the flick of his tongue against the tip of my clit just as he curls his fingers.

It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out his name, falling into the abyss of ecstasy my orgasm induces. My chest is still heaving when he tugs behind my knees, urging me off the bed. My legs wobble, barely supporting my weight. The room whirls as Trey spins me around to face the bed. With a light shove, I fall face-first to the mattress, my nose buried in the fluffy duvet.

“Don’t move.”

My heart ratchets against my chest. His soft footsteps signal his departure only to return seconds later. I shiver as he trails a finger down my spine. “All you have to say is stop, understand?”

Oh hell.

“Baby, say you understand.”

“Yes” is all I can manage.

“Give me your hands.”

Awkwardly I maneuver along the bed to reach behind my back. His calloused palms scrape along the skin of my wrists. Something soft wraps around both wrists before tightening, holding them close together. I give my arms a tug, trying to free my hands, but whatever’s wrapped around them won’t budge. A bolt of panic shoots through me, making me fight the restraint again.

A sharp smack stings across my bare ass, halting my movement. I pant into the covers around my face. Craning my neck, I try to see over my shoulder but can’t. Hot hands grip both hips, lifting them higher into the air.

The position is awkward, straining my muscles, but the feel of his hot body behind mine makes the discomfort disappear. I tense at the feel of him at my entrance, not knowing what to expect. Inch by inch he slides deeper, the hands holding me up tightening their grip. His pelvis presses against my ass, the heat from his skin sizzling against my own.

Pulling out an inch, he shoves back in. Again and again he keeps going with the shallow thrusts. My sensitive nipples scrape along the bed, adding to the soft torture. Suddenly he pulls out all the way, leaving my body empty and wanting.

My groan of displeasure cuts into a gasp of surprise as he flips me on the bed, pinning my bound wrists behind my back. A shiver of anticipation quivers in my lower belly at the look of pure desire in his eyes. Without a word he pushes my thighs wider, making room for him to move between them.

Unlike minutes ago, this time he doesn’t ease in. With one rough thrust, he slams into me. My hands knead awkwardly into my back, making it arch higher to ease the discomfort. Teeth digging into his lower lip, Trey continues to go as deep as he can before withdrawing to the tip and pushing back inside until we’re sealed together once again.

My pleasure builds, growing low in my belly with each of his demanding thrusts. Hand beneath my knee, he hikes my leg higher, allowing him a different angle. I cry out as my orgasm crests, pleasure bursts sending tingling sparks through my body. Trey growls through his release at the same time, elongating the ripples of pleasure.

Our heavy breaths mirror one another’s. A smirk pulls at my lips, causing one to form along his.

“See?” I say through my panting. “Isn’t my version of cardio more fun?”

I relish his deep laugh. His eyes flick to the bedside table. When they meet mine, a mischievous glint sparkles behind them

“And look at that. We still have two minutes.”

My snappy retort melts on my tongue as his fingers slide to my center and flick against my too-sensitive clit.

Best. Workout. Ever.

Chapter Fourteen

Randi

Kyle's furious screech echoes inside the limo. Oh, he's pissed. Like so pissed he might just fly down here and take me out himself. I sigh and slouch deeper into the seat.

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