by Bianca
I snatched the bottle of wine from him and turned it up to my lips. He wasn’t lying. I hadn’t tasted any wine like this before. The taste was crisp but sweet.
“See,” he said and chuckled.
“Whatever.”
Trevor was fine. That was something that I could admit. I didn’t know how he could look like a younger version of Travis, because Travis didn’t look forty at all. Trevor’s beard was much thicker than Travis’s, and he was a little shorter, but his body… his body. Trevor was no longer wearing the ugly shirt from earlier but was now sporting a fitted white shirt and a pair of green and black Nike running shorts. The running shorts stopped right under his very muscular and toned thighs, and I should have stopped my eyes from traveling up his body, but I didn’t, and I got an eyeful of his member. I could see the print of his thick mushroom head, and it was curved slightly to the left, but looked small in length, which let me know that I probably didn’t miss anything when I slept with him.
“I’m up here,” he said, taking my attention away from this protruding head, before taking the bottle out of my hand and taking another swig of it.
“Goodnight,” I hissed, snatching the bottle of wine out of his hand.
“Let me walk you to your room,” he offered.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“I insist.”
“Whatever, just don’t try anything because—”
“Oh please, I ain’t drink that much wine.”
“Please, if I opened my legs to you right now, you’d take it with no hesitation because that’s just the type of man you are. Will get with anything with a vagina between her legs, and then try to front like you ain’t like it because the person doesn’t look how you expect them to look.”
“This ain’t even about looks baby girl because I see you can clean up nice.”
I chuckled and shook my head because I was close to cracking him upside his head with this bottle of wine.
“This is more so about you opening your legs to two different men within twenty-four hours. I mean—”
“You mean nothing. I’m not your woman, nor will I ever be. I can do whatever I want to do, and with whoever I want to do it with. So, can you get back to minding your own business?”
“All I was doing was coming to apologize to you, and I hear you getting walls beat down. I know he ain’t feel nothing because he went behind—”
“Oh, I get it! You think you are God’s gift to women, and one taste of you, a woman will never want another—”
“Precisely.”
“Get over yourself. I don’t even remember anything and thank God! Being hung up on you sounds like a nightmare I’m just not willingly signing up for. God bless your girlfriend. I don’t need you to walk me to my bedroom anymore. Goodnight, Trevor.”
I turned and walked out of the kitchen. I was so angry that I forgot to grab the chips, but I wasn’t about to go back in there and deal with Trevor. The wine was just going to have to do. The minute my foot hit the bottom step, Trevor was on my heels. I turned around and stared down at him. Since I was on the step above him, I was taller than him.
“What is it that you want with me, Trevor?” I hissed.
He scratched his head. “Another chance,” he mumbled.
Taken aback, I replied, “Another chance for what?”
“Another chance to… um… do I need to say it?”
“Yeah, you do. Because to my knowledge, you ain’t never had the first chance for anything to want a second chance.”
“To show you what you been missing, and…” he paused and stepped up, prompting me to step up to the next step. “And to show you what my cousin couldn’t show a woman like you.” He stepped up another step, making me step up another step. He leaned over and sniffed my neck, making the hair on my body stand up. Knowing that he had rattled me, he said, “Don’t be nervous.”
“Trevor, you have a girlfriend.”
“No, I don’t. She broke up with me when we made it to my house, because of the way that I was looking at you. She felt like we had some type of history, and when I told her that we didn’t have any history, she told me that I was lying.”
“But you did lie, Trevor,”
“No, I didn’t. Neither one of us remembers anything.”
He stepped up another step, and we were now on the same step. I took another swig of the wine before stepping up another step.
“Trevor, we can’t…” I paused when I felt his slightly chilled hand on my thigh.
I cursed myself for only having a t-shirt on under this robe. He continued to run his chilled hand up my thigh until he got to my honeypot.
“She’s warm.”
“It’s the wine.”
“You sure?”
No, I thought to myself.
“Yes.”
“Mhm.”
He ran his finger up and down my bikini line before rubbing it over my nub. I swear this wine went straight to my honeypot, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He pulled my panties to the side and dipped one of his fingers inside of my hole, and it felt good.
He eased his finger out of me and ran it under his nose. “That’s the wine?”
“Of course, you can’t possibly think… think that’s your doing,” I mumbled.
He chuckled and untied my robe. “Aight. Put your leg up here,” he ordered me and tapped the banister.
I eased my leg up on the banister. He held his mouth open for some wine, and after I poured more into his mouth, I took another swig of it as well. Both of us had almost killed the last of this wine. It tasted so good. He took the bottle of wine from me and placed it on the steps.
“What are we doing, Trevor? I don’t like you, and you don’t like me,” I whispered.
“Yeah, ok,” he replied.
Trevor ran his hand up and down my exposed thigh, and it made me shudder, prompting him to grin. I hated how arrogant he was. He ripped my panties off and eased them in his pocket. He eased on his knees and placed super wet kisses on my thighs until he reached my super hot center. He placed a couple of kisses on my nub before taking it in between his lips, making me let out a low groan.
He pulled back and looked up at me. “Sssshhh, my brother got the ears of a bat.”
He placed the tip of his tongue on my bud and held his head back. He took the bottle of wine, held it up to my mound, and poured a little of it down my mound. The trail of wine went down my mound, and onto his thick tongue. When the wine hit my bud, it started to tingle, and then the warmness of his tongue was enough to give me a damn orgasm.
“Ooooh,” I groaned.
My knee buckled, and I had to catch onto the banister, so I wouldn’t fall. Trevor set the bottle of wine down, gripped my thighs, and started to attack my swollen clit. He didn’t care that my moans were getting louder and louder. I tried to pull away, but that only made him grip my thighs tighter. He took my clit in between his lips and started shaking his head like the dog he was, and my body caved. I cried out with pleasure as I released into his mouth, and he didn’t let up. I gripped the back of his head, and he pushed me forward, making my leg come off the banister. His strong arms held me until I was completely on the stairs. He pulled away and kissed up my mound. He pushed my shirt up until my breasts were free.
“Damn,” he mumbled. “Why you keep these things hidden?” he asked referring to my DD breasts.
He didn’t give me time to answer before he took my right nipple in between his lips. It felt amazing, and I couldn’t believe that his lips felt this good. It had to be the wine. He placed a few love bites on the fat part of my breast, before kissing across my chest to the left nipple and taking it in his mouth. He placed his hand between my legs and started to ease two fingers inside of me. At this point, I was dripping wet. He pulled away from my left nipple and kissed up my chest, before placing his lips on mine. He pushed his tongue in my mouth, and I happily accepted it. The taste of wine mixed with my juices had him tasting good.
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�This still the wine?” he whispered against my lips, while he continued to ease his fingers in and out of me.
Not wanting to give him any satisfaction, I stuttered, “Ye-yes, this still the wine.”
He sunk his teeth in my bottom lip before pulling away. He leaned up and reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold wrapper. He eased his shorts down, and his thick member hit his thigh. I had to clear my throat because it didn’t look like that earlier. It was long and really thick, and his head looked even bigger now that it had extra blood flow.
“Oh, I’m a grower baby, not a shower. That’s the beauty of this thing,” he said and laughed. Once he had the condom on, he told me, “Lay your ass back.”
Following his orders, I laid back, and he got in a great position to enter me. He slowly eased inside of me, and we both let out moans of pleasure as he stretched and filled me up.
“Jesus…” Trevor moaned as he pulled out of me and entered me again. “Damn, I had to make sure that it was just as good a second time.”
“Oh my God,” I cried out, as Trevor delivered some very slow strokes.
Just as I was getting ready to come, he pulled out of me, pissing me off.
He chuckled and helped me to my feet. He picked me up and put me on the banister.
“You better not drop me, Trevor. I don’t trust you,” I growled.
“You talking shit?”
Before I could respond, he thrust inside of me, hard, making me cry out.
“Yeah, talk that talk now,” he growled.
Trevor started to pummel my hole like he would never push his hard-on in anything else. When I wrapped my legs around him, he gripped my waist even tighter and slammed into my gushy center. When I wrapped my arms around his neck, he stared into my eyes, before placing his lips on my mine. The sound of our wet lips and wet centers were echoing throughout the foyer, and it turned me on even more that we could get caught.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come for me,” he whispered.
My body listened to him as if he was the owner. I tightened my muscles around him, so he could come too. My love box was swollen, and I didn’t know how much more of a beating she could have taken.
“Damn, why I wasn’t I sober for this the first time? Jesus, Lawrynn. Shit, I’m about to… shittttt,” he groaned.
I felt him filling up the condom. Once he was soft, he eased out of me and stared at me. He pulled his shorts up and eased down the steps towards the bathroom that was in the first hallway. I grabbed the bottle of wine and stomped up the stairs to my room. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with Trevor, again, and this time, I would be able to remember it all. I would be able to remember how thick he was, and how he filled and stretched me out. I would be able to remember how good he felt. After I got cleaned up, I got in the bed. Between the wine and the many orgasms that Trevor gave me, my body felt heavy. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.
The next morning.
When I woke up, Kriss was standing over me with her hands folded across her chest. The ache between my legs made me smile, but then made me mad because I couldn’t believe that I had slept with Trevor again.
“Kriss, good morning,” I spoke. “Why are you standing over me like you’re mad about something?”
“How about last night, I got up to come to check on you, to make sure that you weren’t crying or whatever, and I hear you getting your cheeks clapped. The echo in the foyer was so loud that if I had my baby, you would have woken him up. Travis had to put the pillow over his head because you know he hears everything.”
The look on her face made me burst into a fit of giggles.
She picked up the bottle of his wine. “And then you drunk the rest of the wine. Were you drunk again?”
“No, just a little bubbly. That’s all.”
“Whatever, I bought your clothes so you could join us for breakfast. And Trevor is on his way with that girl, so… I just wanted to give you a heads up.”
“He told me that he was single.”
“Girl, you know these dudes be lying. Well, get dressed, and meet me downstairs in about thirty minutes.”
“I’m going to need a mimosa or three,” I said, and climbed out of bed.
I took my phone off the nightstand and went into the bathroom. I had several emails from Alton that I wasn’t going to read, but a smile did cross my face. If Trevor wanted to play games, then we could play games. I unblocked him from my phone and texted him.
Me: Alton, how far are you away from Spence’s house?
Alton: I can be there in thirty-five minutes, Lawrynn.
Me: Well, come. I want to see you.
Alton: Baby, I’m on my way right now.
I sat the phone down and smiled. Trevor had the right one.
Thirty minutes later, I was walking downstairs with this red maxi dress that Kriss brought me. I had on a thong because those were the only pair of new panties that she had. I didn’t have on a bra, so one slight gust of wind, my nipples would be poking through this dress. Once I was downstairs, I walked into the kitchen, and sat in one of the two empty seats at the table, and just my luck, I was sitting across from Trevor, who was sitting next to his boo, who looked exactly like I thought his girl would look: light skin, model looking chick. Kriss and Travis were sitting at the ends of the table with Travis holding the baby. Mr. Spencer was sitting on the other side of Trevor’s girlfriend, and Mrs. Spencer was sitting across from him.
“So, Ms. Barksdale, I hadn’t seen you since the wedding. You’re hardly around,” Mr. Spencer said to me.
“I know. My job keeps me busy, so I’m hardly around, and plus with Kriss being a newlywed, and a new mom, I try not to bother her as much,” I replied to him.
“Hi. I don’t believe we were able to meet last night when you came in distraught. My name is Jasmine Lovelace, Trevor’s fiancée,” she said and held her hand across the table as if she wanted to shake my hand, but she was really doing it to show off her ring.
“Fiancée?” everyone said at the same time, but me, because a lump had grown in my throat. I looked at Trevor, and he was looking down at his plate, and I could tell that he was trying his best not to look up at me.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I was saved by the butler.
“Spence, Alton is here,” he said.
Alton came around the butler, rushed over and sat next to me.
“Lawrynn, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry I hurt you. I should have told you. We were just going so fast, and everything felt so right,” Alton spoke breathlessly.
I cupped his face and placed a kiss on his lips. When I pulled back his eyes were closed as if he was trying to savor the moment.
“Do that again,” he whispered.
I placed another kiss on his lips, and then he smiled.
“Where is Chanelle?” I asked him.
“She’s at her house. She wanted to stay over, but she said that she couldn’t be around me because I was sad. She said that she would pray that you talk to me again.”
“Now that the theatrics are over, are we going to get some food or something? Where are the mimosas?” Trevor asked.
“Good morning, everybody,” Alton spoke. “Trevor, I spoke with Grant, and thank you for referring him to me. You could have gone—”
“Don’t all our people come to you? Why are you thanking me now?” Trevor scoffed.
I squinted my eyes at him. “Ugh, Trevor why are you acting so stank? That’s not a way to act when you’ve just announced an engagement.”
“Engagement? Who’s he engaged too?” Alton asked me.
“Apparently, Jasmine.”
“Okay, the food is getting ready to come out,” Travis said, interrupting what could have been a disastrous moment.
We started getting served the breakfast, and it looked and smelled so good. I couldn’t wait to dive in. While we were being served, I looked at Trevor, and he was typing into his phone furiously. His jaws were clenched, a
nd his eyebrows were furrowed together. Moments later, my phone vibrated against my knee. I looked down at it and saw that I had a text message from a number that was not saved in my phone.
770-555-3489: For real? For real? You are sitting across from me with your lower lips swollen from the beatdown I gave them last night, and now you’re kissing on another man… in front of me. I don’t know why I expected more out of you.
I smacked my lips and looked up at him, and he was still tapping on his phone with an attitude.
770-555-3489: She bought that ring herself. You trying to make me jealous is not going to work, Lawrynn, because I know for a fact that Alton will never touch you again. You won’t let him touch you again because he can’t touch you the way that I can. You only called him to make me jealous. Admit it! You can’t tell me last night didn’t mean shit to you. I saw the look in your eyes. You can pretend you hate me, but you really don’t. You only called my cousin to make me mad. Kriss told you that Jasmine was coming with me.
“Let’s pray. Trevor, put your phone away, please,” Mr. Spencer said, but he was still typing furiously on the phone.
“Trevor, honey. Work can wait,” Jasmine said.
Work, alright, I thought to myself.
He finished typing and slammed his phone down on the table. Mr. Spencer started blessing the food, and while everyone was praying, I was reading the text message that had come through on my phone.
770-555-3489: I know I’m an asshole, but damn, that’s my cousin, ma. If I can be honest, last night you felt good to me, and it wasn’t the wine. I guess that’s why I’m tripping right now. Your lips are still swollen, and I know they are. I know for a fact that Alton is not leaving your lips on swole like I did. Alton can’t work that grip on you the way that I can, and that’s facts, Lawrynn. I can’t believe you really keep trying me, bruh, for real. You want me to act up, and I’m just trying to keep my composure. If you have sex with him again…
“Amen,” everyone said and started to dig in.
I looked up at Trevor, and he could barely eat his food because his hands were shaking. I didn’t know what he was mad for. He should have known that bringing that girl here was going to start some problems, especially with me. It is what it is.