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Before Jordan even knew what she said Trent is kissing her kissing him. Their lips are locked and neither of them is letting off. Jordan has to pull away from him as she starts laughing and he just lets out a long breath and raises his brows quickly before dropping them again.
"Well." He says and she covers her mouth with her hands.
"Sorry, when I get nervous I laugh and I shouldn't have done that." She speaks fast.
"Actually, I don't mind." Trent gives her a smile.
As soon as the nervousness is gone for her, she pulls him in again as they start making out. The brunette holds tightly onto his shoulders as he wraps his arms around her waist. Then he pulls his face away.
"I don't want to do anything you don't want to," He speaks and she shakes her head before pressing her lips on his once again.
They slowly make out with each other again, him shoving his tongue in her mouth this time. She moans into him as his hand slowly dropped to her ass, lifting her to his lap. She starts kissing down his jaw and onto his neck as his hands roam her body.
"Do you want to do this here or in the bedroom?" He breathes out.
"Fuck, I don't care."
He smiles widely at her before standing up, holding her to him bridal style and walking down the hallway.
"This will be more comfortable I think." Jordan nods, smiling at him as he lays her down on the bed.
"I think you're right."
He crawls up and lays next to me, placing his hand gently on her hip as they kiss again and again.
"Trent?" She asks, scooting as close to him as she possibly can.
"Yeah?"
"You looked really hot when fighting today." She admits and now it's him the one who erupts in laughs making her stomach flinch.
"I'd fight for you any day."
He kisses her deeply, slowly sliding his hand up her body to cup her breast. He squeezes it once before sliding his hand around her back, placing it there firmly. Jordan gasps as he holds her to him and flips them, she is now laying on top of him. She starts straddling him and slowly pushes his shirt up his body, kissing along his torso. He sits up and tosses it to the ground, moving quickly to push her white tee and leggings down her legs, up her torso, and over her head. When it is gone he kisses along her collar bone, slipping his thumb into the back of her bra and flicking it open. She pulls away from him and holds her bra to her chest, blushing madly. He has a dazed smile on his face.
"You're beautiful but we don't have to if you don't want to."
Jordan smirks at him.
"Oh I want to, it just occurred to me that you are used to seeing really beautiful bodies so don't get your hopes up,"
He wraps his arms around her waist and looks up at her with lustful eyes.
"Jordan, you are all I need."
She smiles at him before dropping her guard as well as her bra to the floor.
"Don't mention it." She says before kissing him. When she pulls away he hums, watching her as she sinks her hips down onto his, feeling how hard he'd actually got.
"Are you ready for this?" She asks and he nods.
"Oh, I've been ready."
He holds her before flipping they over, so he is now hovering above her, staring down at her. He pushes her hair out of her face and kisses her forehead. Then he sits upon his knees and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down a little bit before getting off the bed and kicking them off completely. As he does so, she lifts herself up and gets rid of her panties, tossing them to the other side of the bed on the floor where the rest of her clothes are. He climbs back onto the bed, kneeling between her legs.
"Are you ready?" She smirks at him.
"Why don't you come down here and find out?"
He smirks back and leans down, kissing her deeply. She feels the bed shift so he is now situated between her thighs. He removes his mouth from hers and looks down, slowly sliding his hand down her body before pushing his forefinger against her. She moans at the feeling but then he moves his hand and she looks at him annoyed, but he is too focused on what he is doing to notice. He helps guide himself into her and she moans again, feeling him fill her.
"Fuck Trent." He looks at her worried for second until he realizes it is good.
"That's okay?" He asks and she nods quickly.
"God yes."
He nods once in return before pulling out and pushing back into her. She adjusts herself as he thrust into her again, bringing her leg up to rest on his hips as he starts a good pace. They both breathe heavily as he picks up his pace a bit, holding himself steadily on the bed, one hand on either side of her head. They stare at each other as he rocks the bed into the wall as he picks up the pace. Then she sees realization run across his features as he reaches down to circle her clit. She moans at the feeling and drops her head back into the pillow. He leans down and leaves wet, open mouthed kisses along her neck and she brings her other leg up to hook onto his hip. She connects her ankles and pushes her hips up into his, helping him push deeper into her.
"God, keep going." She moans out and he does as told, gripping her hip tight to him as he moves.
"I don't know how much more I've got." He breaths out and she groans.
"Fuck." She moans out, opening her eyes and pulling his face to kiss him. He thrust hard into her and she screams, releasing around him and feeling her thighs quiver as she unhooks her legs from his waist. He pushes into her again before pulling out and immediately. Jordan breathes heavily and watches him collapse onto the bed next to her, breathing just as heavy.
"Fuck." He says and they both laugh. They look at each other and nod in agreement.
"Fuck is right."
Then they both look back to the ceiling. She feels him grab her hand and looks at him as he brings it to his face and kissed the back of it. When he lets it go she just drops it back to the bed and watches him roll off the bed.
"Be right back."
Jordan nods to him as he disappears into the bathroom. He then walks back grabbing his shirt off the floor and tossing it to her.
"Here, this might be a little more comfortable to sleep in."
She puts it on as he disappears back into the bathroom. When he comes back he puts his boxers back on and climbed into the bed next to her. He gets comfy and they just stare at each other. Jordan yawns and he giggles.
"So, ready for bed?" He speaks making her laugh a little before nodding.
She places her head gently on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "If it ever stops beating, I swear to God mine will too." She whispers as she hears his soft snores.
