A Christmas Song (3 page)

You broke up with him
, a little voice said in her head. But her body shouted,
fuck him
!

Trent broke the kiss leaving her breathless and confused. She pushed away from him.

“Dinner will be ready at six.”

Trent kept looking down at her. “Yeah. I remember your earlier speech.” He looked down at his watch. “That gives me about an hour to get you out your clothes and into the bed.”

Ooh, this is so hard
. She wanted to strip him right there in his suite and have her way with him. She wondered if his dick had gotten bigger. No, that’s too much to hope for. He had a pretty nice-sized cock when they were teens. Just the thought had her going all squishy between the legs.

Trent went back to toying with her hair. “Aren’t you a bit curious what it would be like if we slept together again? I know a lot more now than I did then.”

Okay, he had her curious. “How much more?”

“I know how to use my tongue to make your toes curl.”

“We can’t, can we? I mean, it wouldn’t be right. A lot of time has passed. Maybe what we had is gone.”

“Maybe not. We won’t know until we give it a try.” He carried her over to the bed and sat her down gently upon it. Trent removed his vest and tossed it on a chair.

She ran her gaze over his chest. Where had all those muscles come from? And there wasn’t an ounce of fat showing anywhere. She lowered her gaze as he played around with the snap of his jeans. He unsnapped and slowly lowered the zipper. She busied her bottom lip with her teeth as she watched the zipper’s slow descent down the track.

He eased the jeans down and then kicked out of his boots.

She never missed a beat as Trent stood before her in nothing but a pair of red briefs.
Ho, ho, ho, very festive
.

Trent turned around to give her a view of his backside.

She damn near bit her bottom lip off trying not to moan. He had an ass chiseled by an artist, rounded and firm. She liked a man with a nice ass. Her fingers itched to give them a little squeeze.

Trent turned to face her.

Her eyes landed on his cock, already in a semi-aroused state.

“Do you like what you see?”

She nodded absently. “Yes.” She wanted to see more.

“Your turn.” He sat on the bed.

She rose from the bed, seriously glad she’d worn matching underwear and not her usual granny panties and matronly bra. She kicked out of her shoes first, and then pulled the shirt over her head. She didn’t remove her pants as slowly as Trent. She just unsnapped, unzipped, and then wiggled out of them. She turned to give him a glimpse of her behind.

“Holy moly, Dee, you’re packing a lot of junk in your trunk.”

She took this as his approval as she reached her hands behind her back and undid her bra. Her breasts sprang free. She turned around to give him a look.

“You’re enchanting and they’re definitely real.”

The last time he’d seen her breasts she was barely a B cup, but over the course of several years her body had matured and she now rocked a D cup. Maybe it had something to do with healthy living and drinking milk.

“Come here.”

She approached hesitantly. If she got on the bed there was no turning back.

Trent reached for her and he pulled her near, burying his face into her stomach. He squeezed her butt gently with his fingers.

The feel of his warm breath on her skin made her nipples harden.

He moved the waistband of her bikini panties down and slid them over her hips to her feet.

She stepped out of them and they joined her bra on the floor. Trent put her on the bed and ran his hands over her breasts. She trembled as he squeezed her nipples. A sexy little “oh” escaped her lips as he lowered his head and captured one of the nipples between his lips. He tugged on it a little and then teased it with his teeth. He moved his other hand up and cupped her other breast and squeezed.

“Our babies are going to have so much fun with these.”

Babies? Yeah right
. He’d better be hiding a condom somewhere in the pocket of his jeans or in his wallet. She wasn’t a fool. There was no way he’d been celibate all these years.

He moved over to the other nipple and sucked.

The man had great technique.

He moved lower on her body until he had kissed his way down to her navel. He used both hands to lift her hips.

“Ooh what are you doing? Ooh!”

He buried his tongue into her pussy.

“Oh shit!” She thought he’d been teasing earlier.
Not teasing
.

Trent spread her wide and went to work, sucking, nibbling, and eating her with his tongue and mouth. He inserted two fingers at one time and spread her.

She used her muscles to suck and tighten around his fingers. Her hips took control away from her as they moved around in a circular motion.

“You’re getting wet.” Trent slid his fingers out and ran his tongue around her clitoris. He slipped three fingers back inside her and finger-fucked her.

“Ah, ah, ah!” The orgasm ripped through her, cramping her stomach and making her mind go blank. “Fuck!”

Trent moved away from her bottom. “What a dirty mouth.” He licked his lips and released her legs.

“Yeah…I’ve changed.” She panted as she tried to recover.

He looked down at her. “I’ve changed too, sweetie. Want to see?”

She rose up on her elbows.

He took off his scanty red briefs and stood in front of her.

“Damn! You better know how to use that thing.”

He reached down for his pants and took out a tiny foil package. He opened it and waved it at her. “You’re about to find out, brown sugar.” Slipping the condom on, he walked toward the bed. “Roll over and get on your knees.”

Huh? He didn’t want to do it missionary style
? She smirked. He’d indeed learned a thing or two. She assumed the position on her knees and felt the mattress sink some as Trent climbed aboard. He positioned himself between her legs and then rubbed his hands across her behind. He parted her with his fingers and then placed his dick against the entrance of her pussy and pushed inside.

“Oh!”

He filled her completely, not even giving her a chance to catch her breath. Trent locked his legs around hers and slid his long dong deep.

Her legs trembled beneath her as he played with her rump while simultaneously humping her silly.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so tight.”

She should be. She hadn’t let a man fuck her since they split up. Of course, he didn’t need to know this. She felt the mattress shift again and Trent wrapped his fine ass body around hers. He moved his cock in and out of her twat until he got her juices flowing. She moved back on his dick, taking him in and out of her once she found his rhythm.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to hear his words. She was too busy trying for that second orgasm as it teased just beneath the surface. “Fuck me harder.”

Trent reared back on his powerful legs and brought her to a seated position while he lay on his back. He banged against her butt, sending intense vibrations through her. “So you want me to fuck you. I’ll do better than that. I’m going to make you scream.” He quickened his movements, sending that cock of his in and out of her as he bounced her around.

It felt like the walls of her inner core opened up as she came. “Oh gawd!” she screamed, drenching him with her juices.

Trent slowed the bouncing movement, giving her a chance to recover. He slid out, lifted her like she hardly weighed anything, and placed her on her back. Trent spread her thighs and moved between them. “My turn, pretty Denise. Hang on.” He moved in. This time slowly, making sure she felt every inch of him. His cock was so damn big and wide it actually rubbed her clitoris as it moved in and out of her. He was so tall over her that she could only see his chest moving back and forth as he screwed her slowly.

She rolled her bottom and wrapped her legs around Trent’s waist giving him better access to her. She figured she might as well give it all she had since she never expected to see him again for a long time. After this, she would just be another notch in his bedpost.

He moaned loudly. “Ah! I don’t ever want to be in any place, but right here buried deep inside you.”

So not what she wanted to hear. If he didn’t stop, she would do something foolish like beg him to take her back. She paused. Why was another orgasm nipping at her vagina door?

Trent must have suspected it by the way she rolled against his jock. He started moving those hips a little quicker now, sending his cock up against her clitoris. “Ah shit! Give it all to me, Dee.”

Without thinking, she wrapped her leg around him tighter and ground her pelvis into his.

Trent’s body trembled as he rolled with her. “I need to hump now.” He started humping her before she could respond.

Oh, this feels so good
. She embedded her fingernails into his back as he knocked the little man out of the boat. “I’m coming, Trent!”

“Me too, baby. It’s a gusher.” He pushed his cock so deep she swore she felt his balls hit against her pussy. Her body tingled from her head to her toes as the third orgasm rippled through her.

Trent pumped his hips as he emptied his fluids into the condom. Moments later, he sank down atop her, sweating and exhausted. His huge body smothered her, but she didn’t care. He had sexed her up so well she couldn’t think straight. Why did she need to breathe? She closed her eyes to enjoy the remnants of the little death.

He moved slowly, easing his softening cock out of her. “Oh, oh.”

Opening her eyes, she moved up on her elbows. “What do you mean, oh, oh?”

He looked all of sixteen again. “The rubber broke.”

She groaned, lay back down, and closed her eyes.
This is so not happening to me
.

“I hope you’re on the pill.”

No, why should I be?
He was the only man she’d ever let get next to her. “No.”

“Maybe it’s not your fertile period.” He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

Yes, it was.
She wondered if it was appropriate to cry at this moment.

“Denise honey, say something.”

“We better get dressed and go to dinner.” She rolled out of his arms and placed her feet on the floor. “I’ll see you in the dining room.” Denise dressed quickly and left his suite. She hadn’t even bothered to comb her hair. It just lay sweaty and plastered against her head. Denise walked toward the elevator hoping not to run into anyone.

The door to M. J.’s suite opened and Bernard exited, trying to hop into his shoes and fix his pants. He stopped, looked her in the face, and blushed hotly. She bet her face was redder than his.

“Your hair is a mess,” he said.

“So is yours.”

Both of them did the fake grooming thing.

“I don’t suppose we should mention this to anyone.”

Denise shook her head. “No!”

The elevator opened and they both hurried in and tried to push the button for their floor. The elevator descended.

Bernard groaned. “I think I broke something.”

Denise tried not to smile. Bernard looked slutty with his swollen lips and glassy eyes. “Was it as good as you imagined?”

Bernard shook his head. “Better. M. J. is very aggressive.” He looked swept away. “And your reunion with Trent?”

“The jury is still out. I’ll let you know in about a month.”