And then he was there, touching her, his hand, his fingers on her neck, pushing aside her ponytail. She held her breath. Her shoulders were tense as she waited for his next move. She knew he wouldn’t disappoint.
Trevor didn’t. His mouth landed at her nape, hot and wet and sucking on her skin. She sighed, and her eyes slid closed as he continued his gentle assault, teeth nibbling, arms wrapping around her middle. His hands splayed across her stomach, fingers spread wide, and she arched into his touch.
“I want to possess every inch of you,” he whispered hotly against her ear before he nipped it with his teeth.
She shuddered, heaved a harsh breath as he licked her ear. “I’m no one’s possession.”
He chuckled, his tongue darting out to lick her lobe. “I could make you mine. And you’d enjoy every minute of it.”
She didn’t doubt that for a second. Everything about him told her he knew exactly what he was doing. That he would bring her insurmountable pleasure of the likes she’d never experienced before.
Anticipation curled through her, and she slid her hands over his arms, her fingers tracing the veins in his strong forearms, the hairs that grew there tickling her palms. He felt solid, strong, and when his hands manipulated at her sides, turning her to face him she went willingly.
He cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, drawing closer and closer to her mouth. She stared up at him, enthralled by his expression. Heavy lidded, his lashes thick and dark, casting shadows across his skin—a face of seduction, of sin. A lock of dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving him an almost boyish look, and she marveled at the contrasts.
Wicked and sweet. Dark and light.
Trevor studied her mouth, his lips parting and she turned her face up, ready for his kiss. His thumb streaked across her lower lip, back and forth, catching on her skin and her tongue snuck out, licking at the tip.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sinking his thumb deeper into her mouth. “Suck it like you would suck my cock.”
Her insides melted at his hot words, and she did as he asked, her lips wrapped tight around his thumb, her tongue licking. She sucked him deep, her hand grabbing at his wrist so she could draw his thumb in and out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as he kept his gaze locked on her face, her lips. The passion she saw there was unmistakable.
It made her feel powerful, strong. For a man who wielded such control he gave it up to her just as easily, letting her please him, drive him wild without further command. She liked being told what to do. Something she hadn’t admitted to him, a fact she didn’t like to admit to anyone except for those who figured it out.
And only a select few did that.
“Get on your knees.” He pulled his thumb from her mouth, his voice harsh, his breathing harsher.
Scarlett stared up at him, surprised by his request. “I thought…” She licked her lips, scrambling to get her bearings. “I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“After that performance I want your mouth on my cock. Now.” He cupped her cheek once more, fingers lingering before his hand slid to the top of her head and pushed. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Willingly she went to her knees, her face in front of his groin. She reached out, her fingers drifting down the front of his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection beneath the stretched tight denim. Her pussy filled with fresh cream, dribbling down her thighs since her panties were shoved in her purse.
“Pull me out, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”
Her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and went to work, yanking them down around his knees with a few quick flicks of her wrists and pulls of her fingers. His black boxer briefs followed, and he slipped out of his shoes then kicked his jeans and briefs off. Reaching behind his head, he tugged his shirt off until he stood before her gloriously naked.
She settled on her haunches and stared up at him in wonder, drinking him in. He was perfection, the broad shoulders, wide chest covered with fine, curling dark hairs. His defined abs made her want to explore. The little trail of hair that made a path from his navel down into a thicker patch of hair surrounding his erect cock tempted her.
Tempted her so that she touched it, dragged her finger down the narrow path of hair, and she felt the jump of muscles beneath her touch. She curled her hand around the base of his cock, marveled at the width, his skin hot and tight and hard as steel.
Her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to pull him deep into her mouth and suck him. Her hand fisted around him. She squeezed, hard, harder until she heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, and she was thankful for all of those moments in the voyeur clubs, watching men handling themselves, watching two men touch each other.
She knew they preferred it hard and a little rough. She may be a woman with small hands and a delicate touch, but she knew how to give them what they wanted.
Her tongue slid from between her lips, and she dabbed at the tip of him, teasing the little slit. She tasted pre-come, salty and slightly bitter and she circled her tongue around and around, growing in distance until she circled the entire head of his cock.
“Ah, Jesus.” His hands grasped either side of her head. His fingers sank into her hair as he guided her upon him, increasing the rhythm, fucking her mouth with sure, deep strokes. She opened her mouth wider, taking all of him that she could, and he bumped the back of her throat. She swallowed, relaxing the muscles there, eager to take him with ease, and when she glanced up she caught his gaze on hers, staring at her with wonder.
“You like that, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cock?”
She nodded, unable to speak, her mouth too full of him.
“Want me to come down your throat? I’m already close.” He tossed his head back, his hips moving with abandon, his pace increasing. “So fucking close.”
A moan escaped her, and she squeezed his shaft in encouragement, her fingers jerking him in time with his thrusts. Things were moving fast, getting intense. She hadn’t even kissed him, yet here she was on her knees, sucking his cock as if he was the best thing she ever tasted. And he did taste good, so good. Felt good, sounded good, looked good…
The first splash of semen hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. He withdrew from her slightly, his hand wrapped around his cock, covering her hand. He pulled out so he could watch as he spilled into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby, take it. Take every last drop,” he crooned. She swallowed again, licked at her lips, catching the drops of come that fell there.
Oh God, it felt dirty, the way he came in her mouth, on her lips. Dirty and decadent and wild, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that way. Even going to Tom’s had lost some of its excitement lately. It had been such a long time since she’d been sexually excited.
It was as if Trevor knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. And he delivered it with relish.
The thought scared the hell out of her.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, still semi-erect and velvety hot. Across her lower lip, her upper lip, bathing her in the last remnants of come. She moaned, her tongue sneaking out for one final lick.
“Was that good enough?” she asked, her gaze lifting to meet his.
Trevor towered over her, a smile curving his firm lips, his eyes glittering. “Sweetheart if it was any better I’d probably drop dead.”
She smiled, and he reached for her hands pulling her to her feet. Without warning, he kissed her, hot and deep and wet, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, searching and taking and branding her, his hands roaming over her.
“You taste like cock,” he muttered against her lips, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her.
“Your cock. Does that bother you?” She circled her arms around his neck and hauled him close. He was completely nude, and she had every stitch of clothing still on, well minus her panties. His hands slid across her shoulder
s, down her arms and she shuddered at his touch.
Something clouded his face, darkened his eyes for the briefest moment and then it cleared, as if it had never been there. “No, it doesn’t bother me.” He kissed her again, his tongue licking at the inside of her mouth, stroking deep.
He tasted warm and spicy—his tongue slick and hot. Her hands wandered over his wide shoulders, streaked down across his collarbone, his firm pectoral muscles. He was built, deceptively so since he wasn’t some bulging show-off.
No, Trevor was all lean, delicious muscular man.
“Do you want me?” He broke the kiss and cupped her ass. His hands kneaded her flesh before he grabbed at the hem of her skirt and flipped it up, covering her bare cheeks with his hot palms.
“Yes,” she hissed, drawing the word out, loving the way he touched her, firm and bold and yet soft and yielding. She melted in his arms, her legs widening the slightest bit, giving him better access and he took it, a finger sliding between her ass cheeks, delving down into her heated pussy.
“God, I can tell. You’re fucking wet.” His finger searched her folds, the wet sound of her sex loud and juicy in the quiet of his apartment. She shivered, bit her lip hard when he slid a finger deep inside her greedy pussy. She clenched her muscles around it, wanting to keep him there. “And tight. Fucking you will be a pleasure.”
“Did you think it would be anything else?” Her brows rose, her words a challenge because she couldn’t help herself.
“No,” he whispered. He thrust his fingers deeper, as deep as he could go, in and out in a slow fuck. She moved against him, her hips churning, her ass pushing out. “You like this.”
“I like the way you touch me,” she confessed, surprised that she could admit that. She usually didn’t like to, certainly not this early in the relationship.
But it’s not a relationship.
Or so she tried to tell herself.
“I like touching you.” His mouth poised over hers, his tongue licked at her lips. “I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t remember your name. I’m going to fuck your pussy, your ass. I already fucked your mouth. And I’m going to lick you. Everywhere. Taste your skin, your wet pussy, your pretty little ass. Would you like that?”
“I won’t stop you.” She gave in to him with such ease it scared her. She wanted him so much she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.
“I know you won’t.” He kissed her again, long and drugging and deep. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
He grabbed her hand and led the way. She struggled to keep up with him, her feet almost tripping over themselves. The second they entered the room she was in his arms, and he stripped the dress from her with rough hands. He almost tugged her head off with the ferocity he used to undress her. His sure fingers undid the clasp of her bra and whisked it off, sent it flying to the floor. She stepped out of her sandals, groaned when he pulled the band from her hair and let it free and she stood before him, naked and vulnerable and suddenly unsure.
“Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.” His quiet command made her turn around, and she studied him as he stood in the shadows. “Do it, Scarlett.”
Without a word, she went to the bed and laid across it flat on her back, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, feet planted firmly. She was on display just for him, showing everything. He went to the foot of the bed, studying her with an intensity that made her want to close her legs and turn away from him.
He’d flicked a light on but it was dim. She liked to watch, but she didn’t much like to demonstrate, not like this. Especially the first time she was with a man. It made her defenses rise, and she breathed deep and slow, trying to calm her rioting nerves.
“So pretty,” he sighed. “Just like I knew you would be.”
He went down on his knees and reached for her, his hands wrapping around her hips and sliding her down the bed until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge. He grabbed her legs, draping first one over his shoulder, then the other, bringing her pussy right in front of him.
His eyes caught hers, darkened when they locked on her face. He reached out, drew his hand across her stomach, fingers skimming lightly over her sensitive skin. Goose flesh rose in his wake, dotting her everywhere and she shivered. “I won’t hurt you.”
It spilled out of her before she could stop it. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
The dark expression that crossed his face didn’t lie. He was angry. He didn’t like that she kept bringing this stuff up. “Stop saying that.”
“Why? Because it’s true?” Why couldn’t she stop? Why did she act this way every time she got scared, felt vulnerable?
“Fuck you,” he whispered, his breath blowing hot and damp against her sensitive pussy.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip. He didn’t back down and neither did she.
“Why do I like you so damn much when you treat me like such shit?” He touched her, his fingers threading through her scant pubic hair, circling and teasing, sliding lower and lower.
She tilted her hips, trying to get him where she wanted him. Yeah, this was better when he was angry with her and not making her feel so damned scared. “You’re a sick pervert?”
“A sick pervert for you.” He pressed the softest kiss to the top of her slit, his tongue darting out to lick and tease.
Ooh. The tip of his tongue dabbed at her clit, making her shiver. He teased and taunted, slid first one, then a second finger deep inside her, curling them and bumping her G-spot. She moaned and moved against his hand. Her fingers curved around his head, curled into his short hair. Silky soft hair rubbed against her thigh as he tilted his head and changed his position. She gasped at the sensation.
Too many sensations, all of them heady, mesmerizing, making her weak and she closed her eyes, desperate to take note. To remember. For later.
Later when he wasn’t with her anymore and she became just another statistic on the long list of Trevor Braxton conquests.
He played with her clit, circling again and again, sucking it between his lips. Her hips lifted off the mattress, a whimper escaping her and the low rumble of pleasure she felt against her pussy made her stomach clench.
She was close to tumbling over that edge. Her skin felt tight, nerve endings stretched beyond their limits. Stars sparkled beneath her lids, white and twinkling and bright. She bit her lip, concentrated on the way he licked, finger fucked her into oblivion…
And then he was gone, his mouth and his fingers moving away from her, leaving her quivering and breathless and empty.
Her eyes whipped open to find him staring down at her, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes glittering with anger. He watched her, didn’t say a word, just stared at her with a ferocious expression that made her tummy twist into knots.
“What…what are you doing?” She tried to muster up some anger but the way he watched her quite frankly made her nervous.
“Punishing you for being mean to me.” His voice was low and dark. She’d never heard him sound like that before.
“I was just teasing.”
“Well now so am I.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t take you for being selfish in bed.”
“I’m not. I’ve been told more than once I’m a very generous lover.” He paused, his lips quirking into a smirk. “But of course, we’re not lovers, are we?”
She felt her words come back at her like a smack across the face. “So you’re not going to let me come.”
“Oh, I might. Eventually.” He sounded so nonchalant the nervousness left her, and she was tempted to hit him. “Depends on if you can be a nice girl.”
“I’m not a girl.” She spat the words at him and propped herself on her elbows, crawling backwards up the bed and away from him.
He followed, damn him. Stalked her like a wild beast about to jump its prey. He moved up the mattress and over her body, his erect cock nudging against her belly when he finally settled over her. His hands pressed on either side
of her head, his gaze locked on hers.
She should be furious. Her body was strung tight, her clit pulsed, her nipples ached. She needed that climax, she’d been close and he’d taken it away like a pissed off parent took away a naughty child’s beloved toy.
But she wasn’t mad. If possible she was even more aroused, beside herself that he was close, hanging above her, about to be inside her. What would it feel like, having that incredible cock filling her, becoming a part of her for one blessed moment? Would he thrust deep and take her roughly? Or would he be gentle and slow and drive her crazy?
Anticipation curled through her and without thought she reached out, trailed her fingers down his damp chest. A fine sheen of sweat made his golden skin glisten, and she wanted to lick him, taste the musky saltiness of his flesh.
So she did, earning a wretched groan from Trevor that rang in her ears and clamored throughout her body.
“Don’t touch me,” he said tightly, pushing her back onto the mattress with one finger to her shoulder.
Scarlett went down, stared up at him in shock. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?”
“Because I’m mad at you. I don’t want you to try and make me feel good. I don’t want you to say or do things you don’t mean either.”
“I…” She paused, searching for the right thing to say. And she couldn’t find it.
“Right. Don’t say a word, don’t touch me.” He bent and kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek. “Just let me fuck you.”
“What?” Okay, this was getting weird. What was he doing to her? What did he want from her?
“Shut up.” He kissed her, punished her with his mouth. His lips, tongue and teeth were everywhere, stealing her breath, stealing her thoughts and she took his anger, swallowed it. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away. This wasn’t a time for tears.
This was a time for her to take the punishment she deserved.
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