Protect & Serve (Love at First Sight Book 3) Page 5

  I reached down to wrap my hand around his cock, but he tutted me before batting my hand away. He sat back on his knees and looked down between my legs, parting my folds and immediately pressing the rough pad of his thumb against my clitoris.

  “Trent!” I cried out when he started slowly moving it in circles.

  He watched my reactions closely as he changed the speed and amount of pressure, continuing to adjust until he found the rhythm that made my hips roll and writhe in a desperate attempt to get more. Trent grinned at me as he continued his torment—never allowing me enough friction to push me over the edge.

  “Think you’re ready now?” he asked, his voice rough with lust. He groaned as he finally let a finger touch my slit and found it soaked, thrusting himself hard against my leg. “Fuck yeah, you are. So wet for me.”

  “Please,” I gasped, though I wasn’t sure whether I was asking for his cock or to come. Maybe both. Both sounded good.

  “You got rubbers?”

  Like I had ever had a reason to need them. I shook my head rapidly and choked out, “Pill. I’m on the pill.”

  Never before had I been so grateful that my mother insisted on putting me on the birth control pill the moment my periods began. She claimed it was to help me with the cramps, but we both knew it was really to avoid any scandalous teenage pregnancies.

  “You sure, baby?” Trent asked as he lowered his body back to mine and guided the head of his cock to my opening. “We don’t have to. I can make you come a dozen other ways until we get some condoms.”

  “I need you, Trent,” I whispered, gazing up into his eyes and hoping he’d be able to read between the lines.

  There wasn’t any clear indication that he understood what I really meant, but he gave me a gentle nod before pressing forward, groaning when the head slipped inside. He framed my head with his forearms and pushed forward again, and despite how hard I tried to stop it, I couldn’t hold back my sharp cry of pain as tears filled my eyes.

  Trent’s body shuddered even as he froze and pushed himself up to give me a questioning look. I scrambled to hide my reaction against his shoulder, but it was too late. He pulled his cock out a few inches and looked down at it in horror, then back up to my tear-filled eyes.

  “You’re a virgin?” he asked incredulously. At my hesitant nod, he slammed his eyes shut and muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

  “I-I’m sorry I didn’t—”

  “Why, Ava?” he asked, his voice tortured as he opened his eyes and stared at me with sadness and disbelief. “Why wouldn’t you tell me this?”

  I hadn’t been trying to trick him by withholding the information, but the look in his eyes screamed betrayal. I had no idea how to explain my actions without sounding ridiculous, but I did realize that only total honesty was going to satisfy Trent now.

  “Because I love you,” I whispered, swallowing hard when his eyes widened even more. I silently cursed my tears when I felt them slide down my cheeks. “I-I wanted you to be my first. Please don’t go.”

  For a frightening moment, I was sure he was going to end it. He was going to pull out and get dressed—leaving me deflowered and a mental wreck because I had stupidly not admitted my virginity to him beforehand. It’s not like I had never fooled around before—I had gone as far as the bases allowed without actual penetration—but I doubted that would have meant much to Trent at the moment.

  “You love me?” he asked, his voice even more stunned than before.

  I nodded again, only this time without any hesitation. I could feel my shoulders shaking as he slowly eased down to wrap me in his arms, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was crying and it was absolutely mortifying.

  “Shhh,” Trent shushed, reaching up to wipe away my tears. “Don’t cry, baby.”

  “Don’t go,” I mumbled against his shoulder as I dug my nails into his back. “Stay with me. Make me yours.”

  Trent groaned—a low, tortured sound—but I felt his cock push back into my body until he bottomed out. As I caught my breath while he let me adjust to the sensation of being filled, I heard his voice in my ear as he heatedly whispered, “You already are.”

  I whimpered and Trent took it as a sign to gently begin moving. He held his chest close to mine as he rolled his hips in a slow rhythm. As the pain faded and turned into pleasure, I opened my eyes to watch him staring down at me with a pained looked on his face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he groaned as he shook his head. “You feel incredible. So fucking tight. It’s just… hard to hold back.”

  I didn’t need experience to read between the lines. Trent wasn’t a ‘making love’ kind of guy. I never expected him to be.

  “Harder,” I whispered, looking up into his eyes. “I can take it. Fuck me.”

  He let out a strangled groan, his hips slamming hard enough into me to force a cry past my lips. It didn’t hurt—but it did surprise me.

  “No. It’s your first time. You deserve better. You deserve something… real.”

  “It’s you, Trent. This couldn’t be more real to me.”

  He nodded in understanding before he resumed—his rhythm building up until his hips were slamming into mine so fast that I felt the bed moving beneath us. I bit down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming out in ecstasy, thrilled when I heard him groan as his hands tightened their hold on my body.

  It was perfection. I didn’t need him to go slow or be gentle for it to feel like lovemaking. All I needed was to look at his face and see the look of wonder there to know that, deep down, we were on the same page. His feelings for me might not have been as deep as mine yet—but they were clearly there.

  Heat started to pool in my abdomen, my toes curling as my legs instinctively clung to his hips. He grunted at the hindrance but didn’t stop—powering through and pounding into me while hitting spots that no one but him would ever touch if I had any say in the matter.

  I had never allowed anyone—even toys—into my body until Trent, but I was familiar enough with my clitoris to know that it was all I needed to push me over the edge. I tried to squeeze my hand between our bodies and finish myself off, but Trent batted it away and pushed himself up to his knees.

  The new position gave him better access to manipulate my sensitive bundle of nerves until my hips were writhing around wildly—stars bursting behind my eyes. His other hand covered my mouth just as my jaw opened to cry out—muffling the sound as he grunted and groaned while he fucked me through my orgasm.

  The moment my body went limp—Trent pulled out and wrapped his fist around his cock—giving himself a few quick strokes before erupting all over my stomach. I felt a twinge of disappointment that I didn’t get the chance to feel him finish inside of me, but I also knew the pill wasn’t foul-proof. It was safer this way.

  Besides, watching the ecstasy on his face as his body shuddered with release was more than enough for me.

  When his eyes opened again and he looked down at me, I gave him a lazy, satisfied smile that was immediately reflected back at me. He shifted from between my legs and stretched out beside me on the mattress, gathering me into his arms and holding me tightly.

  “Didn’t take you for a cuddler,” I teased as I burrowed closer to him.

  “Keep it to yourself, yeah?” he mumbled into my hair before tilting my chin back to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “Get some rest, baby.”

  I snuggled closer and closed my eyes, feeling so safe and content in Trent’s arms that not even the distant voices of my parents still yelling at each other could keep me from falling into the deepest sleep I’d ever had.

  9

  Sneaking around with Trent was a hell of a lot easier than either of us expected.

  I supposed it had a lot to do with the fact that my father was always at work and my mother was either out with friends or hiding away drinking. The hardest part was evading the rest of the staff, but Trent had spent months studying the habits of the people we needed to avoid.

 
He claimed he watched them because he was worried about moles, but I sensed it ran deeper than that. Especially since the rest of the security team was the only staff he had ever really watched and they were comprised mostly of the ‘pretty boys’ Trent seemed to loathe.

  If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was worried about them hitting on me. When I tested the theory by allowing one of the younger members to flirt with me one afternoon, I ended up with a sore ass from a spanking during which he reminded me who I belonged to.

  My theory was confirmed and I got four orgasms out of it. We also discovered I was a little kinkier than either of us realized. Trent was ecstatic about that part, but he was less enthused when I admitted that I had pushed him on purpose. I promised not to do it again and he spent the next few hours just holding me.

  Another week passed by uneventfully—save for our many, many trysts. He had also taken me up on the offer to go out to his favorite spot more often—mainly because it gave us a chance to snuggle up and talk without feeling the need to hide.

  On some visits, we never even bothered to make the short walk to the park. Like this evening—where Trent had shoved back my seat as far as it would go and climbed on top of me, our bodies so close together that I could feel his chest rubbing against me with every breath he took.

  “Want you,” he murmured against my lips before he trailed down to kiss my neck. “Been too long.”

  “Since yesterday?” I asked, my laugh turning into a moan when his hand slid up my shirt.

  “Mmm. Almost twenty-four hours. If I had my way—I’d fuck you at least three times a day.”

  “Breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”

  “Hell yes,” he agreed with a chuckle as my back arched in an attempt to get my breast against his palm. “You’d never be allowed to wear clothes either. I’d want you ready to go twenty-four seven.”

  “What about skirts?”

  He hummed thoughtfully before his eyes darkened. “Miniskirts with no panties would be acceptable.”

  “And stockings?”

  Trent groaned and pressed his erection to my stomach, rubbing it tantalizing against me as he asked, “You trying to make me pop, baby? The mental image is killing me.”

  “We should probably move this to the back seat then.”

  His eyebrows waggled suggestively and I laughed, but as he reached for the door handle so we could move into the back, the sound of my cell phone ringing interrupted the moment.

  “That’s my dad,” I muttered at the ringtone. “If I don’t answer he’ll probably send a search party.” Trent nodded so I swiped to answer. “Hello?”

  “Where are you, Ava?”

  “Outside the mall. What’s up?”

  Trent frowned and cocked his head to the side, but I shushed him with a shake of my head.

  “I need you to come home immediately.”

  “Is everything all right?” I asked, feeling panic beginning to rise in my stomach. “Where’s mom?”

  “She’s here somewhere. Everything’s fine. Just come home now.”

  “Okay. I’ll see you in half an hour.” He said goodbye and I ended the call, waiting for Trent to raise an eyebrow before I spoke again. “He wants me back home.”

  “Why’d you tell him we’re at the mall?”

  “Because it takes thirty minutes to get home from there and ten from here,” I said saucily as I leaned in and kissed his jaw. “We have twenty minutes.”

  “Naughty girl,” he said with a low chuckle as he opened the door. He slid out and offered me his hand, patting me on the ass when I was standing beside him. “Now take those pants off and get in the back.”

  He opened the back door while I glanced around, hiding between the two doors as I shimmied off my jeans and dove for cover in the back. He retrieved a condom from his pocket while I adjusted myself on the back seat, my feet dangling out of the door.

  “Spread ‘em,” he ordered as he released his cock from his jeans and sheathed himself in latex. I did as commanded and was rewarded with a hum of approval and a whispered, “Good girl.”

  Then he was leaning over me, gripping one thigh in his hand and holding my leg against his hip while the other lined his cock with my entrance. He fucked me slowly—keeping us both fairly quiet so he could listen for any other cars coming up the hill.

  Thankfully, the area was more or less deserted—but the clock was ticking and I wasn’t willing to risk my father’s wrath by being late.

  So I pushed him away, grinning when he pouted at me. I slid back until I was behind the driver’s seat and patted the empty spot beside me, waiting until he sat down and shut the door before I mounted him. He bit his lip as I sunk down onto his length and let out a shuddering groan as I started to ride him.

  As I bounced on his cock, he pulled off my shirt and freed my breasts from the confines of my bra, dragging me closer so that he could kiss and lick my chest while his hands gripped my ass tightly. When it was clear that I had found a rhythm I was comfortable with, he started thrusting upward—the two of us moaning as we began to spiral out of control in sync.

  I could tell he was close when he started grunting louder with each pump and my own orgasm was just out of reach. He released my ass to slide a hand into my hair, forcing me to look at him as he growled, “Tell me you’re mine. Say it.”

  “I’m yours, Trent. God—I love you,” I whispered with a gasp, my heart pounding hard when his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

  “I’m close,” he warned as his other hand moved to where we were joined and he frantically began rubbing my clit. “Come with me, sweetness.”

  I was already teetering so close to the edge that I doubted I even needed the extra friction to push me over, but he gave it to me anyways and I went soaring—my arms clutching at his shoulders while my walls squeezed his cock. My name flew past his lips as he pumped up a few more times—his hips suddenly stilling and a long groan rising from his chest as he reached climax.

  I waited until my breathing was mostly under control before I began to lift myself off, but Trent stopped me by wrapping his arms around my back and hauling me firmly against him. He nuzzled my neck with his nose and let out a soft sigh and I felt my body melt into his embrace.

  He still hadn’t returned the words I longed to hear, but I wasn’t mad at him for it. Trent wasn’t the kind of man who expressed his emotions easily and all that really mattered to me was the fact that I could feel how he truly felt about me in moments like these.

  “I like it when you hold me like this,” I said softly.

  “So do I,” he agreed as he lovingly caressed my hair. “More than you know.”

  It was close enough. I gave him a smile as I pulled away, knowing that there couldn’t be much left of our twenty minutes. We composed ourselves as quickly as possible and by the time we were back in our proper seats, I squeaked at the time.

  “We have five minutes.”

  Trent shrugged as he pulled the car onto the highway. “We’ll blame it on traffic. Do you know why he wants you home?”

  “No idea. He said everything’s fine.”

  Trent frowned but when I asked what was wrong, he shook his head. I almost started to push him when he took his right hand off the wheel and reached down to capture mine, locking our fingers together and holding it over the center console all the way home.

  10

  As soon as we pulled up to the house, a weird feeling of dread started rising up in me like bile. I had no logical reasoning for it, but it amplified when we got out of the car and one of the members of the home security team exited the house and shot a nasty smirk in Trent’s direction.

  To his credit, Trent merely lifted an eyebrow and snarled at the man instead of the direct confrontation that I had fully expected. The man just shook his head and kept walking. I turned back just in time to see him glance my way and give me a flirtatious wink. I frowned and snapped my head forward, thankful that Trent hadn’t seen it.

  We entered t
he house with a respectable amount of distance between us as per usual, but I still felt like the rest of the security team was giving us dirty looks as we passed by. Aaron—the head of the home security team—stepped forward and informed us that my father was waiting in his study before he retreated down the corridor that led to the kitchen.

  Trent shrugged and I followed behind him. He didn’t seem nervous in the least, which I found odd considering how tied up in knots my stomach was.

  Something was very wrong.

  If Trent hadn’t picked up on it before, he sure as hell did when we got into the study. Dad was leaning against his desk with his arms folded over his chest, staring blankly at Trent even when I subtly tried to step in front of him.

  “Hey, Dad.”

  “Sweet pea,” he greeted, his tone void of any emotion. “Why don’t you go upstairs? I need to have a word with Trent.”

  Even though I could only see him in the corner of my eye, I watched Trent’s shoulders rise and I knew he had figured it out only a moment before I did.

  Somehow, we had been caught. There was no way in hell I was going to leave Trent to face the firing squad alone.

  “Daddy—”

  “Don’t ‘daddy’ me, Ava. Not now. Go to your room and we’ll talk later.”

  “No,” I argued, my confidence wavering as he shot me a look I had only ever seen him direct at my mother. “I’m not leaving.”

  “Fine,” he bit out through clenched teeth, turning around and plucking a manila envelope from his desk and opening it. “Then maybe you can help explain these.”

  He dumped the contents onto the desk and I closed my eyes as black-and-white photographs of the two of us kissing in the garden were laid out. The photos were grainy and taken from a distance, but there was absolutely no mistaking who the two figures were.

  “You might have dodged the staff, but did you forget about how many security cameras I’ve had installed on the premises?” Dad coldly asked Trent. “Or did you want me to find out that you’ve been fooling around with my twenty-year-old daughter?”