Endless Bonds

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Oh, my God.

A huge part of me lives for Trent's commanding tone – it tugs at my hidden desires. A huge part of me, as I've newly learned, loves to defy said commanding tone.

So, of course, I don't get on the bed.

I have a light buzz running through me from the two Malibu-and-sprite concoction I drank in the last half-hour. It's enough for me to know what's about to happen and just enough for me not to give a shit.

I feel free. I feel great.

"Hermosa," Trent urges me fiercely, his tone shamelessly laced with want. "Get on the bed."

I refuse with a smile that he can't see tugging at my face. Sauntering over to the floor to ceiling windows, I step into the opening leading to a huge terrace.

Trent follows me.

The dark outside is strangely comforting, as if it's become a sort of sanctuary for him and I.

"Cher," he drags my name out in a warning way that implies he's losing patience.

Coming up behind me, I can feel his dick imprint through my pathetic excuse of a skirt. It's all the encouragement I need before I start moaning.

This is the Trent I want right now – the one who's riled up and domineering. This is the Trent I need right now – the one who's going to make me throw caution to the wind. The one who makes me release a side only he seems to know.

"What's happening in that head of yours?" he rasps.

I'm suddenly regretting my choice in attire – red leather bralette and matching skirt with boots. Everything feels tight. Naked would have been a better choice, especially since I knew Trent was coming.

"I'm hot; I want fresh air." I wiggle away teasingly so he's forced to drop the hands cupping my hips.

Obviously, that's a bad idea. Trent yanks hard on my costume's devil tail so I fall back in line. I nearly lose my horns from how quick I whip around to give him a glare. "Hey –"

"Get back inside, Cher."

"Make me. You know I love it when you manhandle me."

At my suggestive words, his nostrils flare and lust covers his face, darkening his eyes. He's accepted my challenge.

I resist the urge to start panting like a bitch in heat because holy balls, that look right there is everything.

Every-fucking-thing.

"Really, sweetheart?" He releases a dark throaty chuckle that runs through me like drug, before licking his lips. Using his big body, he walks me backwards. "Let's see how much you like me in the next few minutes."

There's an outdoor sofa underneath a sheltering type of fixture that's got our name written on it.

"Let's see," I taunt back, a shaky quality to my voice.

I know Trent's not all bark.

He's got a big bite, too.

There's a beat of silence to acknowledge what's about to unfold between us, before Trent has me turned around with my hips grasped in his strong hands once again. His chin finds residence in the curve of my neck, his breath caressing me.

"I've thought about you for three days straight and I got you right where I want – you're going to scream for me."

Oh, my God. Yes. Yes, I am.

I don't stand a chance against this guy – he's all consuming.

"What makes you so s-sure?" I barely manage to contain my moan; Trent's hands are cupping my breast, shaping and molding them over my top.

"Don't play games with me, Cher." He wraps my hair around his fist in that way I love, before walking us towards a sofa recliner. "You're wet and I'm hard. It's simple as that. Now be a good fucking girl and strip."

I suck in a sharp breath. Get naked right out here?

A breeze wafts past me in a soft, warning caress and I shiver, as if reminded of how this guy makes me do crazy things.

Trent pushes me down until I'm kneeling, then bending on the sofa.

"Ass up, face down, baby. I'm about to show you just how much you love it when I manhandle you."

* * *

I'm shaking on the inside as I remove my devil horns and toss them aside.

Trent is breathing just as hard as I am. He's positioned behind me, lowering me with a hand on my neck until I'm just as how wants it –ass up, face down.

All he has to do is shove my skirt up, push my panties to the side and fuck me silly. I'm ready for it.

Maybe I am a bit of an exhibitionist because I realize I don't care where we are. Trent makes me shameless.

This guy is under my skin and he won't budge. I need more of him every day. It's like there's a gaping hole in my chest that only grows with the more distance I put between us. It only seems to mend wholly when he's back in my life.

God, the last few days of avoidance have been tough and have only proved one thing...

Trenton Reynolds has become my drug.

He knows I like a little bit of pain, and I love that he's always ready to dish it out. Right now, his hands are all over my ribs and breasts, pinching my nipples in a manner that's meant to make me gasp out loud.

His bite on the back of my neck comes next, and my legs widen as I sink further into the soft material of the sofa.

My body feels like a live-crackling wire.

"Fuck me," I beg.

"No," he counters, unsnapping the clasp of my bralette.

I whimper as I watch him throw it aside.

His fingers lovingly trace the skin on my back and goosebumps erupt.

"Please," I hear myself say again. "Trent, I want you."

"I want you, too," he growls as he bunches my skirt up to my waist. "I'll fuck you soon, but not now. I'm thinking you let me get a good lick. Then, if you've earned it, I'll let you ride it. Sound good?"

"I'm good. S-So good," I sob when one hand snakes around to slaps my breast, before gently twisting my nipple.

Oh...No one has ever done that to me, and I like it.

I'm starting to believe I'll like anything he does to me.

I'm panting, my fingers desperately scraping over anything they can touch, and he hasn't even tongued me yet.

He tugs my panties gently, but I hear the lace partially give away. When his fingers brush against my soaked pussy, he groans.

Then I hear him lick his fingers.

So hot.

What's even hotter is the darkness of our moment, and the fact that I can barely see what he's about to do to me. I just have to brace myself for the ride and feel.

But, before his mouth can come remotely close to my flesh...from somewhere inside the room, the sounds of breathy female moans and expletive male sounds echo loudly.

Trent and I both freeze.

"Oh, shit," I whisper, my eyes widening when I look over and catch sight of a couple some feet away in the same room we were previously occupying, fucking like rabbits.

At least they can't see us from this angle.

Trent chuckles low, but it's dark and sinister. "You did always want an audience, eh baby? Guess now we've got one. Don't want to get caught now, do we?"

My mouth falls open in shock. "Are we really going to – Ahhh."

He's thrusted two fingers inside of me, pumping them rhythmically. "Yes," he croaks. "We are. Now spread your legs some more and keep that mouth quiet, unless it's to say my name."

I shove my knuckles in my mouth and close my eyes on a silent scream as he works me up to dangerous heights.

Yes. Yes. Yes. More. More. More.

The sensual sounds coming from inside only heighten my pleasure. I feel wicked doing this so close to others, knowing that if they glance hard enough, they can make out our silhouettes and see that I've got this dirty, dirty guy between my legs, worshipping me, fucking me with his fingers like I'm his plaything.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Look at you – working your hips for more."

I love touching myself and, before Trent, I firmly used to believe that know one knew my pussy better than me.

I'm starting to believe that's a lie.

When Trent takes his fingers away, I nearly cry.

He lowers himself behind me, so his mouth is directly there, breathing softly.

Then the fingers are back, and he's kissing my ass and biting my inner thighs as he prepares me for him.

My legs are so far spread for him and my whole core is quaking. Every so often he stops and pulls his fingers out, only to suck my juices, make a delicious noise, and shove them back in there. He goes from two fingers to three...

My eyes sting and I bite my knuckles harder.

"You taste so perfect, Hermosa."

He's not inside me yet, but this is him warning me of how big he is. How it's going to feel when it's the real thing. Handle it, baby, he's saying to me with every thrust of his fingers. Yet despite the roughness he's subjecting on my wet flesh, his lips are smoothing over the back of my thighs as if in reassurance.

"Trent," I whisper between deep breaths. "Please."

I don't know how much I can take of this, before I get the real thing.

He knows what I want and he's about to give it to me. His fingers withdraw, only to spread me apart some more.

I'm not prepared for when his tongue grazes my opening. My whole-body jerks forward and away from him in surprise; my fingers clutching at the fabric beneath for dear life.

Trent doesn't like that, judging by the rough sound he makes. He twists his fingers in my panties and drags my pussy back to his hot mouth so he can suck, lick and bite.

I see the stars.

My mouth falls open.

Trent starts off slow, before diving in deep, punishing me with his mouth and showing me what I've been missing my whole life.

He massages my wet folds with his tongue, before thrusting it into my opening. His tongue is magic. He's magic. That's all I can say.

I'm rocking back into his mouth, giving him more, demanding more. "Please," I moan. "Trent. Ohhhh."

When he flicks my clit, I know I won't last long with the way he's working me.

Before I know it, Trent latches onto my clit and sucks, crooking two fingers inside me at the same time and hitting my g-spot.

"That's it, sweetheart," he growls against my wetness.

I've died and gone to heaven. The gasp that escapes me is soul-searing.

He loves my reaction because he laughs huskily, the vibration causing my nerve-endings to go haywire. He continues licking and sucking mercilessly. His fingers are promising me what his cock can deliver, and I know I'm a goner.

My scream is muffled. Trent. Trent. Trent.

The sounds I'm making as I explode are embarrassing, but I don't care. I'm freefalling and the only thing there to catch me is Trent's dirty words and talented tongue.

He laps at me like I'm his favorite flavor of candy. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I come down from my high.

Feeling spent, I fall down flat, a blissful smile creeping my face. Trent kisses his way up my body, his wet mouth tracing my spine until he gets to my neck.

He gently moves my hair to the side and whispers into my ear, "How you feeling, cherrycakes?"

"So good," I mumble around my satisfied smirk with my eyes closed. "So, so good."

Trent molds himself to my back, caging me in.

He turns my face around so he can kiss me, plundering his tongue inside so I can taste myself. I love that, too. "Mhmmm."

"I should get you cleaned up," he murmurs between kisses. "It's getting cold."

"Thank you for the orgasm – or manhandling, I should say," I say sleepily, feeling so calm and relaxed.

My guy laughs and pecks my lips again.

When he makes a move to get off me, I protest, loving his weight there. I feel his grin through our lip-lock.

"Stay for awhile," I beg against his jaw, biting lightly.

He groans, before spooning me on the sofa. He throws a leg around both of mine and an arm over my naked breasts to shield me from the night air. Trent's mouth is skimming my neck, sucking and biting as I hum contentedly.

Time could stop and this would be it. I would be okay with it. This right here is my perfect moment.

"I wonder if people are still fucking inside?"

Trent's lips stop their ministration on my heated skin. "Excuse me, that's what you're thinking of after I make you cum?"

I giggle, but he silences me another panty-melting kiss.

I mean... it would be panty-melting if I had any on.

* * *

Trent helps me put my bralette on and gathers the tatters of my costume as we prepare to go back inside.

When we make a move to get up, Trent shoves me behind him in a haste. We've both noticed that the light inside the room is on and we can, in fact, see the individuals who were shagging like animals before.

And they can obviously see us.

With Trent's hair mussed and askew shirt and my entire self hinting that I got properly tongue-fucked by yours truly, there is no denying what we were up to.

The only thing is that the people inside...well...It's Tara and Calvin.

And Tara's got her jaw hanging on the floor.

She's also got her dress hanging around her waist, with (thank god) a bra donned over her blessed chest.

Calvin and Tara must have been in the midst of putting their clothes on because Calvin's pants are untied and I'm sure if I got closer, I could see his junk.

"Oh, fuck," Trent curses. "This is..."

I decide to go mute.

Because this is bad.

Not exactly how I thought our night would play out. Nor did I think we'd get busted way before I had a chance to break down mine and Trent's situationship to our friends.

Tara steps out onto the terrace, without bothering to cover herself.

She's got wild blonde hair, and bloody murder written all over her face.

Then she yells with a pointing finger between us, "I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

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Ahhhhh. They got caught! What did you think of the chapter? Trent and Cher? Tara catching them? What's going to happen next, you think?

I'm so close to finishing my bachelor's degree and in the midst of my planning my business model, so I don't always have the time to write and post no matter how much I want. But I'm going to try to get as much up during the holidays! I'm trying to finish EWEW offline and this one so I can prepare them for publishing. Thank you for still being around