Falling For Dad’s College Rival by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Fifteen

Brooke

I have to admit, I’m all bluff when it comes to dealing with my dad and Trent.

Way out of my league there, so when I see Dad’s car isn’t home and the note, well.

Something in me just takes over.

I see it as my one chance to really live out my Trent Latham fantasy, having him take me in my own bed.

In my house, while my dad is away.

Might sound silly, but for me, it’s exactly how I imagined it over and over again in my mind. Okay, maybe I’m a few pounds lighter and my room isn’t such a mess in my fantasy, but it’s close enough.

By the time I get back to Trent, he’s found the yearbook I keep by my bedside, thumbing the pages I’ve marked that have his photos.

It’s plain as day that I’ve had a thing for him for some time now, and judging by the look in his eye, the little sound that escapes me, I know this is it.

The moment I give myself to Trent, body, and soul.

I watch his mouth, about to form a question but I can read it in his face as well as his eyes, an unspoken question to which my answer is a huge yes.

Yes, I want him to take me, claim me for his own and yes I want it right now. Right here, on the damned floor if I have to.

I’m not as shy as I might have been yesterday. I mean, Trent’s the first person let alone man to see me naked, and he’s definitely the first man I’ve ever seen naked.

He’s the only man I wanna see naked and by the looks, he feels exactly the same way about me too.

I try my best to do a little seductive strip in front of him as he props himself on his elbows as he leans back on my bed.

His low growl and growing thick bulge in his pants tell me he likes it.

“Turn around,” he says firmly, cocking his brow and curling his lip, knowing I’ll play along.

“I wanted you to spin for me at the reunion, so I could see you,” he muses aloud.

I’m already finding it hard to concentrate, the dampness between my legs is too much. I need him there.

My legs start to shake and I’ve only really taken off my sweater, but Trent wants to keep me in suspense just a little longer.

The real reason is he wants to watch me, see me from every angle. God knows why, but I tell myself that two can play at this game and the next time we’re naked I want to see every inch of him perform for me.

For now, though, I have to admit, it’s one hell of a turn on.

I hear my own breathing quicken and feel my heart thumping hard in my chest as he gives me instructions as I undress until I’m down to my panties and bra.

I can hear him too, making his own sounds of satisfied delight as he watches, unzipping himself before he starts to groan.

I want to turn around, but he hasn’t said so, and I press my thighs together, rubbing them now in a desperate attempt to get some relief.

“Brooke…” he finally moans loudly and whimpering myself, I spin around.

He’s naked on my bed, his huge fat cock sticking straight up in both his hands.

I moan loudly when I see it, I can’t take my eyes off it, off of him.

“See what you do to me?” he groans, tilting his head back, his hands shaking as he tries hard not to pleasure his thick rod.

Before my knees buckle completely, I manage the few short steps to the bed and straddle him as he lays back fully, I feel the heat from his arousal pressing hard into my belly as my hands pick up where his left off.

It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt like it has a life of its own, and after only a few tugs it starts to swell and twitch in my hands.

“Oh, Brooke… Brooke…” Trent moans, cautioning me as I feel my own heat reaching boiling point.

I’ve never wanted something so much, never had such a need to have something inside me.

My whole body shivers as I try to pump Trent’s massive length while yanking my sodden panties to one side and guide him towards my quivering hole.

His smooth stiffness rubs against me, and I gasp loudly, then swearing even louder I force my tight hole to relax a little. Starting to ease him inside me.

His huge hands find my hips and our eyes lock.

Trent’s jaw is clenched, and I can feel his cock pulsing and twitching again as I only manage to ease the plum sized head inside me before I growl and curse some more.

I’ve never been so worked up, never felt anything like this, and I already know I’m hooked.

I love Trent and I love this.

I love his cock, I want it all, and I tell him so, my voice shaking.

“I want you to fill me with it, Trent. Fuck me and come inside me until I scream… and then fuck me some more,” I gasp, shouting now. Ordering him to fuck me until I come on his fat dick.

I’m so wet that his length slides where it needs to be smoothly.

It’s the stretch he’s giving me that’s taking some work.

My eyes are as wide as my gaping mouth until I groan more profanities, unable to believe there’s still more of him to fit inside me.

There’s an intense pressure and then I feel like something gives, his hands gripping me firmly and in a single movement, I’ve done it. I’m filled to the brim with Trent Latham and I purr like a kitten while he growls like a beast. “That’s my girl,” he groans, flexing his cock inside me.

Getting me used to him there, priming me for the dicking I know he’s been aching to give me.

It takes some doing, but I gradually feel my legs again, and Trent makes light work of tearing my panties off but he carefully unhooks my bra, letting my swollen breast spill free.

His hands over my stiff nipples feel so good, like his mouth did yesterday only better, and with him, so deep inside me, I feel my head shaking from side to side as I toss my hair, unable to believe any of this is even possible.

Still kicking myself I didn’t just leap on him the first chance I got.

“You feel so good, Brooke,” Trent groans deeply.

I try to say something, but opening my mouth only lets out more of those same sounds he draws from me.

My legs fit just right on either side of him, his hard body under me supporting my weight as if I weigh nothing.

Trent’s right, compared to him I’m tiny, but we make a good fit slotted together like this.

Resting my hands on his large chest, I start to get into a rhythm by lifting myself up and down and with his silent instruction, I take to lovemaking like a duck to water.

I thought I would burst at the beginning but now that he’s inside me it’s like a whole new world of pleasure for us both but I can feel Trent’s hardness getting thicker inside me, and his breath quickens.

I slow my pace, sliding up and down his thick shaft slowly, relishing his touch outside and inside me.

He hums with satisfaction, moving his hands from my chest to my ass, kneading my cheeks apart and squeezing me hard with each stroke I make, sending tingles straight up my spine.

We stay locked like this for some time until I feel my own climax building as our eyes lock.

I know he’s close too, saving it for me.

Our fingers interlock with both our hands holding each other tight, the intensity of emotions just as strong as our arousal.

I want to tell him I’m coming, but I can only hear myself shout his name over and over, begging him to fill me with our babies.

His grip on me tightens as I start to shudder, my orgasm shattering me, feeling his seed fill me as his body tenses under me.

I’m his now, I know it. And I don’t want to ever be anyone else’s. He’s claimed what’s rightfully his and I’ve snagged myself the man of the century.

We belong to each other now, mind, body, and soul. And if my first time with Trent is this good, I have a very satisfying suspicion that it’s only going to be better and better every time.

We collapse into a sweaty bundle, and I’m surprised the bed has held us both when I hear the doorbell chime, followed by a loud knock.

I’m too spent to even care with the whole world the last thing on my mind right now until Trent pants that he might go check who it is.

That snaps me out of it, because I know he’s not kidding and the last thing I need right now is a huge naked man answering my front door.

“I’ll go,” I wheeze, patting his chest, urging him to stay put. “I’ll… go see who it is,” I tell him, almost falling over when I try to stand, smiling to myself as the pleasant ache I feel inside causes a warm glow in my chest.

My afterglow.

I grab my bathrobe from the back of my door and wrapping myself up, I pull the door open as whoever it is knocks for the third time.

Usually, I’d be timid about answering the door, frightened like I was last time I heard it pounding.

But something’s different now.

I feel different.

I’m a woman of the world with Trent as my equal.

I feel like I could do anything right now.

Except maybe walk straight.

My eyes blink from the sudden change in the light as I swing the door open, my free hand clutching my robe to my chest.

“Brooke! Are you alright? I heard noises, it sounded like you were screaming.”

I puff out a loud breath of air from my cheeks.

It’s our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Carter. She’s deaf as a post so I wonder just how much noise we were making for her to hear it, let alone come over and check up on me.

Something she’s never done.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Carter,” I explain loudly. “I just stubbed my toe, everything’s fine,” I repeat louder still, noticing her trying to look inside past me.

I pull the door a little more towards me, smile, and nod, waiting for her to go away, but she isn’t done.

“Didn’t sound like you stubbed your toe to me,” she adds with suspicion. “And whose car is that?” she adds, jerking a thumb towards Trent’s car.

“I really have to go, Mrs. Carter. I’m fine though, thanks for checking on me,” I practically shout again, closing the door in her face and making a beeline back to Trent, who’s doubled over with laughter on my bed.

“What’s so funny?” I ask him, nearing a state of panic as I consider how reliable the old biddy is at gossiping. It’s sure to get back to my dad now.

“Stubbed your toe?” Trent asks, cocking his brow before laughing again. “I think it was more something stubbed you,” he cackles, and I have to join him.

Collapsing next to him, letting my robe slip open, I feel his warm hands running over me again as he kisses me tenderly.

“I think I might want you to stub your toe more often,” he croons in my ear, holding me tighter as I snuggle deeper into his huge warm body.

“I’ve got ten,” I reason softly, mewing when he strokes my hair.

“I could stub one or two a day, should get me through each week.”

Trent chuckles to himself and sighs with satisfaction.

“That sounds like a plan, Brooke. I might just hold you to that.”