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I’d never finished inside anyone. It certainly added a lot to the experience. But that wasn’t the only thing that was different.

No, that was one thousand percent Lexi.

I rolled over, cradling her on top of my chest.

With her, it had been a whole body trip. Not just cock and pussy. Or cock and ass. Or whatever and whatever. I’d made love to her with every inch of myself, body and soul. And she had given that to me too.

I kissed her temple, my arms holding her tightly against me.

I knew I was never, ever going to be able to let her go.

Lexi

I was still blushing as Trent poured me a fresh glass of champagne. I was dressed again, minus my panties. Trent had left his shirt unbuttoned. I didn’t mind. The view was… very nice.

We were nibbling on cheese and talking. I’d explained about Char, just a little bit. His eyes had been sympathetic, not judgmental. We talked about my parents and the rest of my family.

I noticed he didn’t say anything about his.

He did talk about his dogs a lot however. All strays. Apparently, he had a thing for taking them in. He had three at the moment, but planned to get more. He said something about ‘having the space.’

“I’m in the hills. On the rare smog free day you can see all of Los Angeles. All the way to the sea.”

“That sounds beautiful. I’ve lived in the same house all my life.”

“But you love it there right? Lots of happy memories?”

I gave him a look.

“Not all memories are happy, believe me.”

He tilted his head, waiting. He was a good listener. At first I’d thought he was all ego. Most hot guys were. And Trent was way more than hot.

He was fucking perfect looking.

But he was kind too, I was discovering. And extravagant. And a very, very generous lover.

He fed me another piece of cheese and I nipped at his fingers.

“Are you sore?”

I blushed.

“No, I feel fine thank you.”

He pretended to be offended.

“Fine?”

“Better than fine. Amazing.”

His hands stroked my arms softly, sending goosebumps up and down my skin.

“That’s more like it.”

He leaned forward, kissing the sensitive part of my neck.

“Oh… what are you doing?”

“Well, we don’t land for at least another hour or two.”

His tongue traced the edge of my ear.

“I wouldn’t want to waste it, would you?”

“No… I guess not…”

He grinned and pushed me back, lifting my leg over the armrest. Then he lifted the other leg over the other arm.

I was spread eagle. Wide open for him.

I couldn’t look away as he lifted my dress, licking his lips as my bare pussy came into view.

“I’m starving Lexi. You don’t want me to go hungry, do you?”

I watched him lean forward and start tracing the edges of my lips with his tongue. He used a light touch, barely coming close to my opening, or the sensitive nub above. Again and again he teased me, taking his time, not applying nearly enough pressure.

“Oh! Please Trent…”

He chuckled and continued his torturous exploration of my body. His hands reached lower, each one grabbing an ass cheek. Then he finally pointed his tongue and dove inside me. Once, twice, then he stopped, gently teasing me again. His tongue found my clit, sucking on it hard. I gasped, my hands gripping his hair.

But that didn’t make him go any faster.

In fact, it seemed to slow him down. I groaned as he pushed inside me again. Then he withdrew. Too fast. Over and over he followed the same pattern, taunting me with the sexy little sounds he was making deep in his throat.

He sounded like a man enjoying a very tasty meal.

He was savoring me, driving me insane in the process.

And he wasn’t going to stop until we touched down.

Chapter Fifteen

Trent

“Wake up Lexi. We’re here.”

I’d brought her to climax after almost an hour of teasing. Just in time for the captain to begin his descent. She’d passed out for the last half hour of the flight.

Not that I blamed her, I thought smugly.

That had been one hell of an orgasm.

She looked adorable, snuggled up in my shoulder. She was like a sweet little kitten when she slept. I felt so protective of her. Like I wanted to watch over her. To keep her safe.

Fuck, maybe that was what I wanted. Her. For real.

My dick was still throbbing from all that face to face time with her sweet little pussy. I hadn’t wanted to make her sore so early in the weekend. There was plenty of time to screw later.

In a bed.

Or on the beach.

Or in the shower.

My cock lurched in my jeans thinking about all the different places to have her. I smiled to myself as her eyes opened. She looked rumpled and sweet. I had to stifle the urge to go for round three.
 

Good God, was the woman ever not fucking delicious looking?

Considering how hot I’d found her in those shapeless scrubs, the answer was probably ‘no.’

She smiled at me shyly as we disembarked. I grabbed the bag I’d packed for us both. I knew the whole thing was overkill but I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted and I went for it.

My whole point was to get her alone, trapped with me. She couldn’t exactly run off if she got cold feet again. We were on an island.

I had her at my mercy.

Fuck, I wanted to impress her. To sweep her off her feet. And onto her back. And her side. Standing up. Bending over. Upside down.

Oh, my sweet, innocent little Lexi was going to have a very educational weekend…

I practically rubbed my hands together with glee.

But first, we needed to eat. It was after ten o’clock in LA but only seven pm in Hawaii. The perfect time to eat.
 

The waiting limo took us to my favorite restaurant first. It was a fish shack on the beach. The kind the locals went to. I took Lexi’s shoes off before we got out of the car.

She looked at me in awe as we were shown to a rickety old table with a red and white gingham tablecloth. We sat down on the metal folding chairs. There were less than ten feet between us and the gently lapping waves.

“This is your favorite restaurant?”

I nodded slowly, praying she’d see the charm.

“Do you like it?”

She smiled at me and my breath caught in my throat.
 

“It’s perfect.”

I grinned at her. I knew she would like it. It was simple but pure. Just like she was.
 

There was an honesty about fresh caught crabs, grilled to perfection. They used sauces and spices here, sure. But the food was the main star. And the beer.

“Two, please.”

She sipped her beer, her dress slightly off her shoulder. I could see her bare feet playing in the sand. She looked like a barefoot princess. As hungry as I was, I could not wait to get her back to the hotel.

I wished it was more than a night.

I wished it was a week.

A month.

A year.

Hell, I wished I had her to myself for-fucking-ever.

For a minute panic settled in. What the fuck was I thinking about? She was a nice girl. I was scum. I didn’t deserve someone like her. I didn’t deserve love.

But I was feeling it all the same.

Fuck me.

I was in love with Sexy Lexi. The nurse who’d washed my ass and helped save my favorite jacket. She’d saved my sanity when I was cooped up, bored out of my mind. Maybe she’d even saved my soul.

I couldn’t tell her. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

The irony was not lost on me. The porn star and the prim, hard nosed nurse. The one who had made my life hell for all those weeks. Wanting her, but not being able to touch her.
 

Well, I could touch her now. I was going to make the most of that, no matter what came after.

I leaned back, watching her order. She had soft shell crabs, and grilled mahi-mahi. I ordered the swordfish and a lobster tail.

Then we lifted our beers and clicked bottles.

“To surprises.”

She laughed and took a long pull of her beer. I watched her throat hungrily. I wanted to kiss it. Bite it. Fuck if I didn’t want to give her a hickey.

But not on her neck.

I was going to cover her bottom with love bites. No one would see them there.

Except me.

I grinned, drinking my beer.
 

Soon. Very soon.

I would unleash the snake.

Lexi

I shouldn’t be surprised I thought. I was though. I was surprised as hell as I walked through the suite Trent had gotten us for the weekend. It was over the top luxurious.

I’d known he was famous.

I just hadn’t realized he was rich.

And yet his favorite restaurant was a fish shack where they greeted him by name.

His real name. Not his… performance name.

Trent came up behind me as I stood on the terrace. It had a private splash pool and hot tub. I wondered if he expected us to do in the hot tub.

As a nurse, I knew that it wasn’t very sanitary.

The shower on the other hand…

“Want to rinse off?”

His lips found my neck as his arms wrapped around me. He didn’t grab or make me feel like a piece of meat to be manhandled though. He made me feel cherished. The way he touched me was almost… reverent. Hungry but respectful. Just right.

“You read my mind.”

I turned in his arms and he kissed me, his hands sliding over my back and pulling me against him.

“Hmmm… I’m not sure I can make it all the way to the shower.”

I laughed and pulled back.

“Come on.”

I took his hand, leading him to the enormous bathroom. It had a view of the ocean. All the rooms did. There was a tub under a window and an enormous steam shower with a bench. I eyed the bench.

That could… come in handy.

He pulled my clothes off me quickly, kissing and squeezing as he went. He made an appreciative sounding grunt when I was naked. I had to admit, that made me feel good.

Then he turned the water on and stripped, never talking his eyes off of me.

I stared at him hungrily. He was beautiful. Perfect. His ornate tattoos. His rippling muscles. His perfect skin. Even the scars from the accident.

Even the man’s flaws were sexy.

I gasped as his cock sprang free. It was already getting hard. And it was big.

Even bigger than I’d realized. I hadn’t seen it out in the wild.

He grinned at me.

“Don’t worry. It will fit. Remember?”

He pulled me into the shower, kissing me as the hot water caressed our skin.

“I’ll make sure it feels good, I promise.”

I was blushing as I nodded.

“I know you will.”
 

He picked up the shower gel and squirted it into his hands.

“It’s my turn to wash you.”

He grinned.

“No sponge this time.”

I laughed breathlessly as he started soaping my body. He started at the top, washing my shoulders and back. Then he turned me, washing my breasts. He spent quite a long time rubbing them. It felt incredible. Then he washed my hips and my legs. Even my feet got a thorough washing. Every inch of me was squeaky clean by the time he stood up again.

Then he told me to bend over. He guided me forward until my hands were flat against the bench.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?”

I gasped as his soapy finger slid into my bottom. It felt… very strange. But also good.

“No- oh my God.”

He started to slide in in and out, like he was fucking me.

“Let me play with you Lexi…”

I groaned as I felt his cock pressing against my pussy.

“Yes.”

He scooped his hips and his cock slipped just inside my pussy. He stayed there for a while, letting me adjust. All the time, his other finger was sliding in and out, in and out. It was the most erotic thing I’d felt in my life.

It felt wrong and right at the same time.

He eased forward, finally starting to fuck me. I groaned at the pressure. He was filling me at both ends. He circled his hips a little faster and then stopped, making me push my hips back against him in desperation.

Then he reached forward with his other hand and found my clit.

The world exploded.

I was cuming as he pressed forward, his cock bottoming out against my womb.

“Oh God Lexi…”

I barely noticed him slip another finger into my ass. The pressure there felt good now, like my orgasm was happening in both places simultaneously. I was shaking helplessly as he continued to fuck me, his fingers busy in front and behind.

“Trent…”

I could barely speak.

“Hmmm hmmm?”

“I can’t- Oh God I can’t-“

He fucked me a little faster, his fingers moving in perfect tempo with his cock.

“Yes, you can.”

I was going to say I couldn’t cum again, couldn’t cum any harder. The feelings inside me couldn’t possibly get any better.

And then they did.

I screamed as my pussy clamped down on his cock, undulating against that immovable force. He didn’t slow down though. His cock was unrelenting as he rode me. His fingers circled on my clit lightly, never ceasing. His fingers in my ass only seemed to get bigger.

That’s when I realized what he was doing.

He was using three.

I felt Trent expanding inside me. He was going to cum. I was going to cum. We were going to cum together. If I could have thought coherently I would have laughed.

Instead, I was making a high-pitched keening sound as my body squeezed him, as if I was trying to draw him deeper inside me. As if I was preparing to milk him of every last drop.

I felt the warm wetness spray inside me with tremendous force as I held onto the bench for dear life. Behind me Trent was grunting like a wild animal. His fingers were still inside me, pressing and probing without any sense of rhythm.

We were both out of control. Wild animals, stringing against each other. My fingers slipped on the wet tiles and I slumped forward. Trent caught me, lifting my body up. I leaned against the tile now, the angle of his entry changing deliciously. He was still inside me. His cock still seeming to pulse with pleasure.