trick mcmillan (jinnee) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-05-26 11:19:00 |
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Trick had been having a fantastic time since arriving in Atlanta and a lot of that could be attributed to Becca. Since taking her to dinner the day he’d gotten in, he’d been wooing her almost non-stop. He’d taken her out to a number of places, he’d made sure to call and text her frequently. He’d picked her up Friday after school under the guise of taking her to dinner again. Instead of driving her to one of the local restaurants, though, he’d hopped on the interstate and started driving toward South Carolina. He wasn’t really thinking about the fact that she was still in high school and might need some kind of permission to spend the night away from home, but they worked it out once they got there and they’d been having a great time. Trick had been, anyway. A weekend at the beach was a perfect excuse to have her sleeping next to him. It was also the perfect excuse to escalate their kissing a little further. Making out in a bed enabled him to pull her closer and he was sure she liked it just as much as he did. Somehow , he’d convinced her to stay another day or two rather than heading back for school. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, except that there had definitely been some kissing and touching and pleading involved. He grinned to himself thinking it as they headed back up the beach toward their hotel to get ready for dinner. Rather than heading for the shower once they walked into the room, though, Trick pulled Becca into a deep kiss. It was only 4 o’clock, plenty of time to get ready, and he couldn’t help loving the way she felt as he pulled her close. There was plenty of skin her bikini didn’t cover and he liked the way those bare bits of flesh felt pressed against his bare chest. Becca had intended to shower once they'd returned to their room, but that was completely forgotten when he pulled her into a deep kiss. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as their lips began to move together, and a soft hum of approval built within her chest. Their bathing suits left a good portion of their bodies uncovered, and she would've been lying had she said she didn't enjoy the way it felt when their bare skin brushed together. So far, they hadn't done much more than kiss, but that didn't mean she hadn't thought about it. After all, he was very good with his hands. She couldn't help but wonder about how good he could make her feel. Since they'd gotten to South Carolina, they'd spent a fair amount of their time doing just this, but that didn't keep her heart from racing. Of course, she happened to like the way her heart raced when he touched her. "Mmmmmm.." Trick grinned as she returned the kiss he’d pulled her into. He wasn’t really surprised by her returning it, of course, but he was definitely pleased. He’d kissed Becca a number of times in the past week or so and it only seemed to get better. The girl was sexy as hell, even if she didn’t seem to realize it. His progress with her had been painfully slow in terms of more than kissing and he couldn’t help letting his hands wander a little more now. He nipped and pulled at her lips as his hands moved slowly over her curves. They brushed over her hips and her sides before reaching the swell of her breasts and he groaned softly. “God, you’re sexy,” he murmured against her lips. “So sexy,” he echoed as his lips pulled from hers to kiss over her jawline. A heartbeat later, he was pressing his lips to her neck. “You taste so good,” he murmured. One of his hands lingered right at the swell of her left breast while the other slid over her back, his fingertips dancing lightly over her skin. Becca groaned softly as his teeth grazed over her bottom lip. That felt.. guh. She was learning that there weren't enough words in the English language to properly describe how good it felt to be in his arms. Of course, that didn't keep her from trying. "Mmmmm, Trick," she breathed. A shiver ran down her spine as his hands began to wander. Her skin covered in goosebumps, and the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. This was why she couldn't help but wonder about how good he could make her feel. His slightest touch made her weak in the knees; he had to be capable of so much more.. "Guh.." She felt his hand lingering near her breast, but she chose not to push him away. What they were doing felt exceptionally good, after all. The last thing she wanted was for them to stop. Her arms tightened around his frame, bringing their bodies closer together. She felt her nipples harden as her breasts pressed to his chest, and she whimpered softly as his fingertips moved over her bare back. That came close to tickling, but it also felt incredibly good. When his lips moved from her jaw to her neck, she trailed several heated kisses over his bare shoulder. If she tasted even half as good as he did, he wasn't lying when he said that she tasted so good. "So good," she echoed. Trick stood there kissing over her neck for several moments before he started to slowly guide them toward the bed in their hotel room. “Mmmm, Becca,” he hummed, not breaking the contact between their lips and skin as he moved. His fingertips trailed lightly over her spine as his lips slowly made their way back to hers. He pulled her lower lips between his teeth. The thumb of his other hand rubbed against her breast, hoping to pull a further reaction from her. He knew he was probably pushing a little too far, but a moment later he started to play with one of the strings that held her bikini together. It was a sure way to have her push him away, but he couldn’t quite help himself. He could feel just enough of her skin that he was almost desperate to feel more. "Guh.." Distracted by the skillful way his lips were working over the side of her neck, she didn't think to question him when he began to guide her toward the bed. In all honesty, she didn't care about where they were going so long as he didn't stop kissing and touching her. Her back arched as his fingertips trailed down her spine, and a soft moan built in the back of her throat. She could feel his thumb rubbing against her breast, and though she knew that she should stop him, her moan grew a little louder. "Gosh, Trick.. Guh," she breathed against his lips. It was possible that she would eventually push him away, but she wasn't going to do it, yet. He felt far too good for that. Trick smirked at the way she reacted to his touch. He was more than a little pleased that she wasn’t objecting to the way he was touching and kissing her. She felt and tasted amazing and he definitely didn’t want to be asked to stop anytime soon. He felt the back of his knees connect with the bed and he sat down on the edge of the mattress, pulling her into his lap in one smooth motion. “Mmm, Becca.” He continued to nip and pull at her lips as his hands continued to wander. This was... being out on the beach with her had been nice, but that didn’t even compare to how much he was enjoying himself right now. He could easily stay like this with Becca for the next several hours. A moment later, he started to pull at the string to her bikini top. Again, it might not have been the smartest move he could make, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. “God, you’re sexy,” he groaned as his hands moved to cup her bare breasts once the top had fallen from her frame. Trick was certain he’d never touched a more perfect pair of tits in his life. At his urging, Becca shifted into his lap. She wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders as their mouths continued to work together. Her heart skipped a beat when he breathed her name, and she worked to deepen the embrace even further. "Gosh.." He felt and tasted.. unbelievable. They'd ended every night with a similar embrace, but she was far from tired of it. If anything, she was beginning to feel addicted. A seed of guilt dropped into the pit of her stomach when his hands covered her bare breasts, but she pushed it away. Trick wanted her. He'd made that perfectly clear since he'd arrived in Atlanta. Their relationship.. their friendship was easy. She knew where she stood with him. She knew how he felt about her. His story didn't change from day to day. He'd never mentioned her age or insinuated that she was too young for him. There was no reason for her to feel guilty. At least, that was what she told herself. "Gosh, Trick," she breathed as she brought their bodies closer together. "Oh, my gosh." By some miracle, Becca didn’t pull away when Trick’s hands cupped her breasts. He groaned softly as she reacted to his touch. As stated, her tits were perfect. His lips pulled urgently at hers as his thumbs brushed over her nipples and he groaned again as they hardened under his touch. “So sexy, so perfect,” he murmured against her lips as he deepened the kiss. This only got better with every moment. Trick hadn’t known Becca long, but that never seemed to matter when it came to fooling around with a pretty girl. That was beside the point, though. Trick really liked Becca. He enjoyed spending time with her even when they weren’t making out. Making out with Becca, though? Touching her? Was amazing. The way she reacted to him was just perfect. She had that perfect amount of innocence in her and that made this even better. At least, he assumed that was why he liked being with Becca so much. He could almost go as far as to say he enjoyed this with her more than any other girl he’d been with. “Mmmm, so good,” he hummed as his lips trailed down her neck and over her chest. A heartbeat later, he was pulling one of those perfect breasts into his mouth. She probably should've pulled away, but that was the last thing she wanted to do. After all, he felt incredibly good. She was in no rush to put an end to what they were doing. Her teeth raked roughly over his bottom lip when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. She could feel her body responding to his touch, and another soft hum of approval built within her chest. "Mmmm.. guh.." It went without saying, but she liked hearing that he thought she was perfect and sexy. Who could blame her for that, though. It wasn't something she heard very often. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time someone else had said something like that to her. "Guh, Trick.. Oh, my gosh.." Her back arched hard when his mouth closed around the peak of her breast, and she tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. That felt.. there was a voice in the back of her head telling her that they should stop or slow down, but she ignored it for the moment. It was alright for her to give into this. It wasn't like she had a reason not to. Oh, it was more than all right to give into this as far as Trick was concerned. In fact, right now he thought this - what they were doing right at this moment - was the best idea ever. The dinner he’d been looking forward to moments ago was easily forgotten in favor of the sounds he was pulling from Becca. Who wouldn’t love being responsible for such obvious pleasure? The way she was reacting to his touch was perfect. Trick had been with a lot of girls in his time, but there was something about being with an innocent girl that was so much better than anything else. Becca definitely fit into that innocent category. He didn’t know if she’d ever gone this far before, but that hardly mattered at the moment. What mattered was that rush he got from knowing all the sounds she was making were because of him, because of the way he was touching her. “Guh, so perfect,” he groaned without pulling his mouth from her breast. “So fucking perfect.” One of his hands shifted to give her other breast some attention while the other started to once more wander over her curves. God, she was sexy. Trick was certain in this moment that he could never get enough of her. Like Trick, Becca had completely forgotten about their plans to go to dinner. She'd been looking forward to it mere moments ago, but that was easily the furthest thing from her mind now that they were wrapped up in one another. If her reactions were perfect, she didn't realize it. She didn't know how else she was supposed to react. The things he was doing to her felt unbelievably good. She couldn't help but whimper and moan. As much as she hated to admit it, she wasn't sure that she still fit into the innocent category. Some of her mannerisms made her seem innocent, of course, but that didn't mean that she was innocent. Truth be told, she sometimes wished she was as innocent as she used to be. Other times, though, that wasn't the case. This was one of those times. She'd rather not fit into the innocent category if that meant they could do this without her disappointing him. She moaned as his mouth continued to pull expertly at her breast. With each tug, she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if she were to let him kiss her other places. She was willing to bet it would be amazing. Then again, she was willing to bet he was incapable of doing something that wasn't amazing. "Guh, Trick.. oh, my guh.. so.. gosh." It was oddly comforting to know that he wasn't going to push her away. During the last several months, she hadn't done this sort of thing without eventually feeling guilty for it. She was glad that this wasn't going to end similarly. Becca didn’t have to be completely inexperienced to be an innocent girl. The way she acted still suggested an air of innocence that Trick loved. She was sweet and it was incredibly easy to make her blush. Trick really, really liked that blush. Trick shifted until she was straddling him. He continued to nip and suck at her breast as he held her there, switching to her other breast a moment later. She tasted incredible and he loved the way she moaned as he pulled at that sensitive bit of flesh. He was definitely glad he’d decided to push things a little further. This was amazing. “Guh... so sexy... so perfect.” He knew he was repeating himself, but it was the truth. This girl was incredibly sexy. She was absolutely perfect. He just couldn’t get enough of her. Moments later, he was shifting them again. It took some maneuvering, but after a few moments they were lying on the bed. Trick held himself over her as her brought his lips back to hers and kissed her deeply. “I could do this all night,” he murmured as his hands started to wander once more. They drifted over her sides, her breasts, her hips. He wasn’t remotely exaggerating. He could definitely spend the next several hours doing just this. The voice inside of her head insisted that she should put a stop to this… that she shouldn't do this if she cared for Clay as much as she claimed she did. Becca chose to ignore that voice for the moment, though. After all, this felt incredibly good. She could always stop him in a few moments if she decided that was what she needed to do. At his urging, she shifted until her knees were pressed into the mattress on either side of his body. Her back arched as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, and her fingers tightened reflexively in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Oh, my gosh," she chanted softly "Oh, my gosh." Without thinking about what she was doing, she rolled her hips down against his. As she was only wearing her bikini bottoms, there was very little material between their bodies, and another moan built in the back of her throat. She was grateful that he'd been so understanding in the past, but she couldn't help being glad that he'd decided to take things a little farther. She wasn't sure that she was willing go all the way, but this.. this was amazing. "So perfect," she echoed as her lips and teeth began to work a little more diligently over his bare shoulder. A heartbeat later, they were shifting again. Her hands began to move idly over his sides and back once he was holding himself over her, and she hummed softly against his lips as he urged her into another deep kiss. "Me, too," she answered honestly as his hands began to wander again. "Guh.. me, too." Trick meant what he was saying. He could definitely do just this for hours. After a several more moments of kissing her, though, one of his hands shifted and started to move up her thigh. Again, he was almost sure he was going to end up pushing the girl too far, but he couldn’t help himself. The way she reacted to his every touch and kiss made him want more. “So fucking sexy,” he cursed, pulling urgently at each of her lips as that hand slipped between her thigh. A few moments later, he was pressing that hand to her center with only the thin material of her bikini bottoms in his way. “Guh... fuck.. so perfect,” he groaned. He could feel a dampness in the material that had nothing to do with the time they’d spent in the water earlier. He knew he couldn’t push her too far too quickly, but holy fuck did he want to. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it might be like to bury his head between her legs. With that in mind, he pulled his lips from hers and began to kiss over her jaw and neck before moving down to her chest, gradually working his lips lower over her body and praying to.. someone.. she wouldn’t object to where he was obviously headed. Her heart began to pound in her chest when his hand moved to her thigh. She knew exactly where that was going to lead, but that didn't keep her from gasping audibly when his fingers pressed to her center. "Oh, my gosh, Trick," she moaned. It would've been easy for her to forget.. everything, but she was somewhat grounded by the urgent way his lips were pulling at hers. "Oh, my gosh," she moaned again. She knew that she was wet. She wished that she could blame it on the fact that they'd been swimming just a little while ago, but that definitely wasn't the case. She was wet because of him.. because of the way he made her feel. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip when he began to kiss over her jaw and neck and chest. She'd been wrong in thinking that she'd known what was coming next because she definitely hadn't expected this. Her heart skipped several beats, and before he got too much lower, she gasped a half-hearted protest as she hoisted the upper half of her body up onto her elbows. "We were.. we were supposed to be.. dinner.. remember?" Becca didn't know if she wanted him to stop. She didn't know what she wanted. She'd definitely thought about this, though, and if he was as good at this as everything else.. guh. She didn't know if she could stand it. “I’d rather nibble on you,” Trick mumbled at her half-hearted protest. He didn’t exactly see that as a request to stop or to slow down, though, and his lips continued their downward trail. “You taste far better than any dinner could,” he added his tone half-distracted. He shifted with her, adjusting his own body so that he could continue pressing heated kisses down her body. He had no intention of stopping unless she really wanted him to. He was pretty sure from the way she reacted to his touches, though, that she didn’t actually want him to stop. “Room service,” he muttered. “We can order room service in a minute.” As soon as he’d tasted her, he thought. He’d spent far too much time imagining how amazing she’d taste. Continuing what he was doing seemed much more important than actual dinner. Her stomach gave an unexpected leap when he answered her the way that he did. That was so.. guh. It really wasn't fair that everything about him was just so.. amazing and wonderful and sexy as fucking hell. It made resisting nearly impossible. Her teeth clamped roughly around her bottom lip when he set back to work. That felt.. guh. There were really no words to describe it. Not that she was capable of thinking clearly at the moment. "Uhhh.. ohhh," she half moaned when he informed her that she tasted far better than any dinner could. Truth be told, she didn't actually want him to stop. She was only entertaining the idea because she was deathly afraid that something bad would happen if she gave into this. It wasn't completely unheard of for boys to lose interest in a girl once she'd given them what they wanted, after all, and she really didn't want him to lose interested. She liked him. "Room service," she echoed, not wholly convinced. At the same time, though, she wasn't exactly stopping him. "O.. okay," she stammered as her elbows slipped out from under her slightly. In a minute.. they could do this for a minute more, couldn't they? Just a minute more? Oh, Trick definitely intended to do this for longer than a minute more. He was fairly certain than in about a minute she wouldn’t be concerned about dinner or anything else, though. As she seemed to relax again, his hands reached for her bikini bottoms. He tugged at the gently, moving them out of his way. Trick pressed a series of heated kisses to the insides of her thighs and a moment later he was pressing his mouth to her center. “Fucking... guh... you taste like heaven,” he groaned a moment later after he brushed his tongue over her slid. “So fucking perfect. Guh, Becca.” There was no way he was going to lose interest after this. If anything, he wanted her more. The further he managed to push her, the more he wanted her. That wasn’t going to change just because he was getting his way with her now. Her heart began to pound even harder when he reached for her bikini bottoms. She wouldn't exactly classify herself as innocent, but she could safely say that very few people had been allowed to do this. It was just so.. personal, for lack of a better word. It wasn't often that she felt comfortable enough to let someone touch her like this. Not that she was exactly comfortable at the moment. Of course, that thought, along with every other one, flew out of her head when his mouth moved from the inside of her thigh to her center. "Oh, my gosh, Trick," she gasped. "Oh, my.. fu.. guh.." Her elbows slid out from under her completely as she spoke, and her back arched slightly. Hearing that he thought she tasted like heaven didn't hurt his case in the least, and she was soon tangling her fingers in his hair. She had no reason to think the worst of him. After all, he'd been nothing but nice since she'd met him. That didn't mean her fears were easily dismissed, though. What was going to happen when he'd gotten everything he wanted? "Oh, my.. guh, Trick," she moaned softly. If nothing else, she was grateful that her worries had been silenced for the moment. Trick smirked as she very nearly swore. He couldn’t remember actually hearing her curse before and he loved the thought that what he was doing to her felt so good she’d almost forgotten herself for a moment. Of course, he knew he was good at this, but he didn’t hate the way her reactions to him made it obvious she was enjoying himself. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned again as he started to nip and suck at her sensitive nub. Amazing didn’t seem to cover how good she tasted. She was absolutely perfect. A moment later he was pushing a finger inside her opening as he continue to nip and suck at her clit. He groaned again at how tight she was. “So fucking sexy,” he told her. He could just imagine how amazing it was going to feel to have himself inside of her, though he had no intention of acting on it until he’d gotten her off at least once. Becca nearly bit through her bottom lip when he began to nip and suck at her clit. That felt.. guh. He'd only been at it a few moments, but it felt as though her nerves were standing on end. The muscles in her thighs began to jump with the movement of his mouth, and a loud moan built within her chest. "Oh, my.. oh, my.. guh.. oh, my gosh.." Her back arched further when he slid a finger inside of her. Like him, she could only imagine how amazing it would be like to have him inside of her, but this.. there weren't words. She tightened her fingers in his hair as her hips began to roll of their own accord. It was almost as if she'd lost control of her body. She didn't know what she was doing, but.. holy hell did it feel good. "So fuc.. oh, my gosh, Trick," she groaned. Trick loved the sounds he was pulling from her. He loved the way she didn’t seem to be able to finish a complete sentence. He was used to getting this sort of reaction from girls, but that didn’t make him enjoy it any less. “So fucking good,” he groaned as he continued nip and suck diligently at her sensitive nub. He thrust his finger in as deeply as her could, pulling it out only to add a second as he continued to work. “So tight, so perfect,” he murmured. He continued to work until he felt her muscles start to convulse around his fingers and even then, he didn’t stop. Instead, he kept working, kept thrusting his fingers through her orgasm until he was sure she was fully sated. Becca groaned loudly when he pushed his finger as deeply as he could. The same voice that had insisted she put an end to this changed its tune suddenly, and it assured her that he had other, better ways to fill her if she would only let him. She knew that was probably true, but she was in no rush to stop what they were doing. It felt amazing, after all. "Oh, my.. guh.. fu.. Trick.." she panted as he slipped a second finger into her depths. "That's.. guh..." A few moments later, she cold feel her orgasm beginning to build, and her reactions turned almost frantic. "Trick.. oh, my.. that's.. guh.. that's.. oh, my gosh.." Her back arched, and her center began to convulse around his fingers. She babbled something completely incoherent until she was so close to her release that she couldn't even think, and once she climaxed, it was one word over and over again. "Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck.." He milked her orgasm until she was whimpering pathetically. Her breathing was ragged, and her toes were curled into the bottom of her feet. "Oh, my gosh, Trick.. oh, my gosh," she panted. There was something so incredibly arousing about the way she cursed as she came around his fingers. Trick couldn’t help groaning against her flesh even as he fully milked her of her organism. He wasn’t nearly done with her, though. At least, he hoped her wasn’t. “So sexy,” he murmured as he pulled his fingers from her and started to kiss his way up her body once more. “Want you so much.” A moment later, his hands were tangling into her hair and he was urging her into another deep kiss. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her depths, but he was trying to give her a moment. All the same, he was sure his arousal was obvious as he pressed himself against her frame. Her whimpers grew louder as he began trail heated kisses back up her body. That felt.. completely unbelievable. Despite the fact that she hadn't been sure about how far she would let this progress, she found herself hoping that they weren't finished. She wanted him, after all. After what he'd just done, she wanted all of him. "Guh.. I want you," she echoed as his fingers tangled in her hair. A heartbeat later, he was urging her into a deep kiss. As their lips moved together, she wrapped her arms around his frame and pulled him as close as she could. He was right in thinking that his arousal was obvious, and she rolled her hips up to his. "Guh, Trick.." she breathed. "So.. guh.." Hearing that she wanted him was really all the encouragement Trick needed. Without breaking this kiss, he reached down to push as his swimming trunks, working desperately to get them off of his body. “So sexy, so perfect,” he repeated himself once again. It took a little maneuvering, but he eventually managed to rid him of the only piece of clothing he was wearing. A moment later, he was positioned over her, his very erect member brushing against her opening. His eyes met her, almost as if silently asking for permission to continue. Once he was satisfied that she wasn’t going to object, he pushed into her with a loud groan. “Fuck, Becca. So hot. So tight. So... guh... fucking perfect.” Without thinking about the consequences of their actions, Becca shifted so that she could help him push his swimming trunks down his body. At some point, she'd lost sight of her intention to put a stop to this before it went too far. She gasped softly when he positioned himself at her entrance, and she held his gaze for several moments before giving him a slight, almost imperceptible nod. Regardless of what she'd been thinking a few moments ago, she definitely wanted him. Like him, she groaned loudly when he entered her. That felt.. guh. She hadn't been wrong in thinking that he was capable of making her feel so very, very good. Her fingertips gripped roughly at his shoulders as their bodies began to move together, and she began to moan for him. "Oh, my gosh, Trick.. so.. so perfect.. oh, my gosh." Now that they'd started, she hoped he'd meant what he'd said about doing this all night Trick definitely meant what he had said. He felt as though he could lose himself the second he pushed into her and it didn’t take long at all for them both to find a release, but he wasn’t remotely ready to stop after just one time. One round faded into another and it was several moments later when he finally collapsed against her, fully spent. “That was amazing,” he panted. “You were amazing.” He wasn’t remotely exaggerating. That had been some of the best sex he’d had in a long time, if not ever. He was far too exhausted to move at the moment, but as soon as he regained his strength, he definitely wanted to do that again. (and again and again) Just like before, Becca cursed through her orgasm. She kissed him deeply in the hope that her words would be muffled, but that wasn't the case. What she was saying was surprisingly clear despite the hungry way was she was pulling at his lips. Once they were finished, she vaguely remembered begging him not to stop between rounds. That had probably made her seem lame or desperate, but she was too sated to really worry about it. He was so.. guh.. so addictive.. she couldn't get enough of him. She didn't want to get enough of him. She wanted him over and over again. "Oh, my gosh," she panted as his weight dropped onto her. "Oh, my gosh." Her hands were resting lightly on his sides, and her legs were still wrapped around his waist. They were covered in a thing sheen of sweat, and she could feel her breasts sticking to his chest. Like him, she was too exhausted to move. That was.. "So amazing," she breathed as something of a laugh bubbled to her lips. "Oh, my gosh." ”Mmmmm,” Trick murmured something of an agreement as his arms wrapped tightly around her and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “So much better than actual dinner.” In a few minutes he might be recovered enough to pick up the phone and order them something to eat. Right now, though, he had no interest in moving from this spot. He was completely sated, but he still loved the feel of having her body pressed to his and he was in no rush to pull away from her. “We’re definitely going to do that again,” he murmured before brushing a kiss over her lips. “Just as soon as I’m able to move again.” |