Trust Me by BJ Wane

tongue.
When her tongue met his eagerly, returned stroke for stroke, followed by the
unconscious thrust of her hips against his, an idea formed and took hold. An
idea he prayed would prove she could trust him in any circumstance. The risk
was that it could just as easily raise her mistrust, but as she moaned into his
mouth, her lips clinging to his with both desperation and need, it was a risk
he was going to take.
         Just that quickly, Brooke went from
wanting to shove him away to wanting to crawl into his skin. The first touch of
his lips had her reaching for him, the feel of his hard body covering hers,
pinning her to the door, had her pussy weeping to be filled and her body aching
to come apart with a cock inside her instead of her own fingers.
         She was with him when he lifted her dress,
ripped her thong off her and palmed her buttocks. She was with him when he slid
his fingers down her crack, grazed her sensitive anus then traveled to slip
easily into her slick sheath. She was with him when her body broke out in a sweat;
her mind filled with images of him taking her and her heart craved his
possession as much as her pussy did. She was with him as he grasped her thighs
and lifted her and welcomed him when he thrust into her with one hard, deep
stroke.
         But there she lost him. As her body once
again betrayed her, Alec kept up with his powerful possession, never releasing
her mouth, not easing up on his penetration, not questioning the change in her
body that he had to feel. His callousness, especially compared to the concern
he had shown the other night when she had gotten to this point, pissed her off.
Dammit, she had thought he was different, had thought he could be the one to
help her, not prove to her that all men were jerks. She was so mad, so
disappointed, she ruthlessly tore her mouth from his and snapped, “Damn it,
Alec, you’re hurting me.”
         Alec’s relief that she was finally trying
to stop him almost sent him to his knees. Instead he looked down into her face
reddened with anger and disillusionment, and said, “Then tell me to stop.”
         Disbelief took her breath as she looked up
at him, his face flushed with an impending climax, his blue eyes staring at her
with fierce determination. “What?” she croaked, unable to comprehend that he
expected her to believe he was simply going to stop at this stage of the game.
His hard hands clasping her thighs didn’t loosen, his hard thrusts didn’t let
up and the determined glitter in his eyes and stamped on his hard face didn’t
ease.
         “I said,” he ground out between gritted
teeth as he pulled back then thrust into her again, “tell me to stop. Now, damn
it.”
         The light bulb went off with blinding
clarity as she realized what he was doing, that their coupling and his actions
had been a deliberate ruse to prove to her that she could trust him. Her arms
and legs tightened around him as she found herself reluctant to let go and
trust him completely. The door was hard against her back, his cock was hard
inside her body, and it was easier to play the martyr and let him continue than
it was to take the chance of dropping her defenses completely and giving him
her complete trust.
         “Brooke, fucking tell me to stop, now.”
         The strain in his hoarse voice as well as
the remorse in his eyes broke through her defensive shield. “Stop, please,
Alec,” she whispered tremulously, unable to believe he would really pull back
when he was so close.
         His eyes on hers, Alec stopped and slowly
pulled from her body, the surprise, relief and hope that was reflected on her
face worth every excruciating second of withdrawing from her pussy before
having the pleasure of climaxing inside her. They both looked at his swollen
erection, the plum shaped head red and angry looking as he carefully tucked
himself into his jeans.
         Before she had time to think, Alec lifted
her dress over her