But at the moment, he didn’t care. He was too wrapped up in his orgasm, too enraptured with the sight of Scarlett scooting from beneath Drake’s body, her mouth still damp with come. Trevor grabbed her by the leg, hauling her close and she went up on her knees. He tugged on her hair, so hard she gasped. Their mouths were pressed together, and he licked her, licking away the come that coated her lips, his tongue tangling with hers as they groaned into each other’s mouths.
She tasted good, she tasted delicious, her own unique flavor and the unmistakable taste of a man’s come combined. He didn’t care if he was some sort of sick and twisted pervert. He got off on this, and he knew Scarlett did, too.
Her enthusiasm as she kissed him more than showed that.
“Baby, you are dirty,” he whispered against her mouth, softening his lips, giving her a sweet kiss.
She smiled against his mouth. “So are you.”
Trevor withdrew from Drake, who collapsed in a heap on the bed. Trevor got up and disposed of the condom in a trashcan in Drake’s room, running both of his hands through his sweat drenched hair. Drake lay sprawled across the bed on his stomach, his head turned to the side, one arm out so his fingers trailed down Scarlett’s thigh. She sat close to Drake, a little smile curving her lips as she leaned over and gave Drake a little smack on his ass.
“It’s a nice ass,” she said when she caught Trevor watching her.
With a smile, he joined them on the bed, grabbing Scarlett’s waist so he could position her just like he wanted. He nudged Drake in the shoulder, who turned to look at them both, a sleepy expression on his face. “We’ll rest for a few minutes, but then it’s Scarlett’s turn again,” he said. Drake nodded.
Trevor caught the exhausted yet excited look on her face, his heart expanding with emotion.
Later, when this was all over he was going to talk to her. And tell her how he felt.
He could only hope that she’d be receptive.
Anticipation slipped through Scarlett’s veins, heating her blood, making her shiver. They needed a few moments to recover. What they’d just gone through had been exhausting and exhilarating. Now both men studied her with intent, their gazes equally hot as they searched over her very naked, very open body.
Who knew she would ever do something like this? That she would enjoy it so much. Watching Trevor fuck Drake had been so sexy. Sucking Drake’s cock, drinking his come, having Trevor lick the semen from her lips… God.
She shivered again, shocked by everything they’d done. They were going to do more, too. It was her turn once again, and she was more than ready for what they were about to do to her.
What exactly were they going to do to her?
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Trevor whispered in her ear, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “And Drake’s gonna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours. That pussy belongs to me though. I’m just being generous tonight.”
She nodded, unable to find her voice. Trevor hovered above her, his face in hers, his breath fanning over her lips.
“Does your pussy belong to me, Scarlett?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her body, her heart aching.
“Do you belong to me?” His gaze darkened, his lips brushed against hers, feather soft. She let forth a ragged sigh.
“Yes.” She did belong to him and no one else. She’d never thought a man could possess her body and soul like Trevor did but she’d been mistaken.
And she was glad for it. She needed him. More than she cared to admit.
“Do you trust me?” He kissed her again, longer this time. She jumped when she felt Drake touch her thigh once more, his fingers drifting down the side of her leg.
“I do,” she murmured against his mouth, and she felt him smile.
“Good. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make it good for you. We’ll both make it good for you.”
“I know.” And she did. She knew without a doubt that he would meet his promise.
Trevor didn’t say another word. He gestured for Drake and they both came over her, blocking her view so all she saw was big, sweaty male bodies hovering above her, hungry expressions on their faces. And then they were sliding down, both of them sucking her nipples deep into their mouths like they had before, their hands wandering, touching her everywhere. Fingers collided as both went for her pussy. She could hear how wet she was as their fingers searched and played, delicate and firm.
She arched into their touch, gasping when one of them slid a finger deep inside of her and she arched her hips, reaching for her orgasm already.
“Not yet, baby,” she heard Trevor whisper. She relaxed, let them take over, taking comfort that they would make sure she was given the pleasure she so desperately wanted.
They worked her into a frenzy. Drake grabbed her hands and drew her up, positioning her so she went on her hands and knees, Trevor lying below her. He licked her pussy with long, languorous strokes, his fingers gripping at her ass, getting closer and closer until he was touching her anus.
Drake touched her there, too. He grabbed the lube, his fingers slick with it as he brushed and teased her anus, his finger tracing the ridged skin, tickling her there. She gasped and groaned, pushed her pussy directly into Trevor’s welcoming mouth, her orgasm slamming into her. Trevor urged her with soothing murmurs against her pussy, his hands tight on her ass cheeks, holding her open for Drake’s seeking fingers.
“You’re relaxed because you came,” Drake explained close to her ear just before he licked it. She shivered. “Your ass is so hot and tight.”
Trevor moved so that she no longer sat on his face. “She’s hot and tight?”
“Oh yeah,” Drake said. “Ever been fucked in the ass, Scarlett?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Never.”
“That’s why it’s mine. I’m the only one who’ll take her there.” Trevor smacked Scarlett on the ass. “Move sweetheart. Let’s get into position.”
Her skin tingled where Trevor spanked her, and she watched Drake lay down on the bed. Her blood fizzed as the men both sheathed themselves with fresh condoms. Trevor wrapped his fingers around her waist and gently guided her over Drake, her hands landing on either side of his head. Drake smiled up at her, his green eyes glittering. She bent down, pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips.
“Relax,” he urged, his hands smoothing up and down her back. “And enjoy.”
Trevor moved closer, his cock brushing against her anus, and her body tensed automatically. Drake’s hands dropped, circling around so he could cup her breasts, and he teased the tips of her nipples with his fingers.
Trying to get her to relax, she realized. Trying to ease her fear. Though she was excited yes, she was also fearful. A little scared that it might hurt though she knew Trevor would never hurt her on purpose.
Without a word, Drake slid inside her, his cock hard and pulsing, filling her completely. She gasped at the unexpected invasion. He felt good, amazing and when Trevor nudged against her ass once more, she tensed again.
“Come on, Scarlett.” Trevor ran his hands all over ass, fingers stroking first one, then the other cheek before they landed in between. “Open up for me and let me in.”
She breathed deep and relaxed her lower muscles as best she could, tried to be loose for him. He nudged again, harder this time, the head of his cock almost breeching her ass and she cried out.
Drake fucked her nice and slow, his hands going to her waist, tilting her up so Trevor had better advantage. She moaned when he went deep, the base of his cock bumping her clit and Trevor took advantage, sliding deeper until he was fully seated in her ass.
It burned. It stung. She was full, fuller than she’d ever been before, and she hung her head, breathed deep.
Trevor stayed still, his cock throbbing in her ass, long and hot. Drake didn’t move either, and it hit her that she had not just one but two cocks buried inside her body.
And then they started to move, Drake sliding deeper while Trevor slid out
. Back and forth, in rhythm, in and out, in and out and Scarlett tried to move with them.
It was impossible. She was being so thoroughly fucked there was no need to find any sort of rhythm to keep up with them. They fucked her completely, their cocks sliding against each other, the only barrier the thin skin that separated them. They had to feel each other, had to find that arousing and the thought alone could send her flying to yet another climax.
She didn’t know if her poor worn out body could take it. She was exhausted, exhilarated, thrilled, amazed and when she felt the familiar tremor in her belly she knew it was about to happen.
“She’s gonna come,” Trevor muttered, increasing his movements, thrusting so deep inside her the sting intensified, the pleasure pain so overwhelming she came with a scream that Drake’s neighbors probably heard.
They continued to fuck her through her orgasm, and she came again when she felt Trevor’s wash over him. Her body shuddered, twitched through her release and made Drake orgasm as well. All three of them were writhing, shuddering masses of flesh, coming and groaning until they all fell to a heap on top of each other, Scarlett crushed between both men.
It felt unbelievably delicious and if she never experienced anything like this again, she was all right with that.
At least she’d done it once. Just to do it. And it had been amazing.
Trevor drew her into his arms and held her close, her face pressed against his muscled chest. She slipped her arms around him and breathed deep, loving how he held her so carefully yet had fucked her so forcefully.
Such a contradiction, one she wanted to explore and experience again and again. But only with him.
All she needed was him. Trevor.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” His words of concern washed over her, and he stroked a hand over her hair in comfort.
“No.” She shook her head, her face against his chest.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes.” She withdrew from him, shooting him a smile. “Definitely.”
He touched her cheek, his fingers gentle upon her skin, his gaze dimming. He studied her carefully, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. Her heart lurched.
It looked serious, whatever he wanted to say. And it scared her.
But then his face cleared and he smiled, leaned in and kissed her. Gently, lovingly and she felt herself tumble over.
Headed straight into love.
Chapter Ten
“Where’s Trevor? I thought he’d come with you.”
Scarlett glanced up to find Austin studying her with a questioning expression on his face, a beer clutched in his hand. She shrugged, hoping for nonchalance when feeling anything but. “He’s in New York for that audition.”
“Still?” Austin whistled low. “Must be some audition.”
“Are you talking about Trevor?” Michaela appeared out of nowhere, wrapping her arms tight around Austin’s middle, laying claim to what was hers. Not like anyone would deny her claim. This couple was so together, so in love with each other it made everyone around them a little sick.
With envy, at least on Scarlett’s part. She wished she could be open, free in showing her feelings for Trevor as Michaela was with Austin. She knew it had been a struggle between them, and Austin had had to fight to prove to Michaela that she was the one he wanted.
Their ease, their comfort with each other was both beautiful and disgusting, Scarlett thought, her normal cynicism shining through. Maybe someday…
Hah. With the way things were going in New York with Trevor, she had a feeling she’d be wishing him goodbye versus hello-let-me-hand-you-my-heart.
Well, too late. She’d already handed him her heart. He just didn’t know it.
They were at a barbecue at the director’s house on a Sunday afternoon. Relaxing and eating and drinking. Lots of people were there, not just from the theatre but from all over the place. Scarlett had spent the majority of her time since she’d showed up gabbing and catching up with friends.
She spotted Michaela’s friend Carly talking with a man she didn’t know, a very handsome man. Well, she should consider Carly her friend as well since the three of them still met once a week for margaritas, chips and salsa and gossip. Michaela had proven to be a good friend, and Carly was slowly earning her trust, too.
It was nice, having friends. People she could count on, confess to.
A commotion went on at the wooden gate that led into the giant backyard, and Scarlett craned her neck to see Drake enter holding hands with…Brad.
“Holy shit, I never saw that coming,” Austin muttered, shaking his head.
Michaela laughed with delight. “I think it’s perfect. They make a cute couple.”
Scarlett couldn’t deny that they did. Drake was tall and handsome, his wavy hair slicked back from his head and wearing a coral colored polo shirt and tight fighting jeans. The somewhat feminine color worked on him, making him appear even more masculine, especially next to the handsome yet pretty Brad.
They were both beaming, happiness clearly shining on their faces, and Scarlett shook her head. She had to agree with Austin.
She kind of couldn’t believe it either.
The men headed toward them, Brad’s gaze fixed on Austin, Drake’s fixed on Scarlett. They each had a history going on with the men. Scarlett’s threesome with Drake had been almost a month ago, hard to believe the time had gone by so quickly. And of course, Austin’s long suffering relationship with Brad. From friends to lovers to friends again, those two had been through so much and were still close. Michaela understood and accepted their relationship—Austin was lucky to have her.
Jealousy was an ugly thing. Scarlett was surrounded by happy couples, and she ached for Trevor. Physically and mentally ached for him.
“Hey, Scarlett.” Drake smiled at her, slung his arm around Brad’s shoulders. “You know Brad, right?”
“Of course. We go way back.” She smiled at both of them, hoping like crazy it didn’t look forced. “Hi, Brad.”
“Hey, Scarlett.” He disengaged himself from Drake and hugged her, held her close for a brief moment until he let her go. “You’re looking good.”
“So are you two.” She paused, her gaze going from Brad to Drake. “I didn’t realize you guys were a couple.”
“It’s new. We’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks.” Drake reached for Brad’s hand again. “But when you know, you know, right?”
Wow. No, she didn’t know. She’d been in denial for so long it had taken her a while to see that a really good thing had been in her face all along. “That’s great.”
“Where’s Trevor?” Brad asked, looking around the backyard. “I thought you two have been seeing each other.”
“We have. We are. He’s, um, he’s in New York.” He’d been gone for five days when it was supposed to be a two-day trip. He’d planned on going to this get together with her, but now she was facing the questions alone.
It sucked.
“Oh right, I heard about that. An audition, right?”
God, was nothing a secret? She’d learned this long ago but, jeez, news traveled fast around here. She shouldn’t complain since it was good news.
And she had to keep on telling herself it was good news, too. Great news, the opportunity Trevor was being given. She’d talked to him last night on the phone, briefly. He’d sounded happy, ecstatic to be in the city, auditioning for a Broadway play. Not off-Broadway either but the real deal. He’d been a semi-finalist and was now a finalist for the part. There were four other men he was competing with for the role, and the way he talked, he had it in the bag.
That meant he would leave Los Angeles and Scarlett for at least a six-month run, maybe longer. The minute she’d hung up the phone she’d started to cry.
She was losing him, and she hated that.
“Yes, an audition,” she finally answered, wrapping her arms around herself. “I think he might get it.”
Drake’s eyebrows
rose. “That’s major. I bet he’s excited.”
“Very.”
“How about you, honey? Are you excited?” Brad watched her carefully. Like he knew exactly what she thought, how she felt.
“I’m happy for him. This is what he wants, to further his career.” She chose her words with care, not wanting to reveal her complete and utter sadness over the situation.
“But what about you two and your relationship?” Drake asked.
“It was never anything that serious, you know.” Scarlett shrugged, playing it off. Like it didn’t matter when it really mattered more than anything. “We’ve had our fun, but if he needs to go, then he goes.”
“You sound amazingly okay with everything,” Drake said, wonder in his voice.
“Uh huh.” Brad shook his head, not believing a word she said, she could tell. He’d always been far too perceptive. It made her uncomfortable. “You’re in love with him, right?”
Drake’s mouth dropped open, as did Scarlett’s. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“De Nile isn’t just a river in Egypt you know.” Brad reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder, giving her a little shake. “Tell that man how you feel, honey. Don’t let him get away if this opportunity is going to snatch him up. Maybe he would want you to go with him.”
“I doubt that.” She actually snorted. She’d contemplated it, dreamed about it. She would go with him to New York, become a makeup artist or costume designer for an off-Broadway production, getting her name out there until ultimately she worked on Broadway. Maybe someday get nominated for a Tony…
Okay, she was really reaching, but a girl was allowed to dream.
“I don’t know,” Drake said quietly. “I don’t doubt that he’s in love with you. He seems pretty taken with you.”
A secret look passed between them, and Scarlett knew exactly what he was referring to. That night and the three of them together. How commanding and possessive Trevor had been, yet tender and sweet, too. Always taking care of her needs. He had made it known that she was his, that she belonged to him. If any other man would’ve tried, she would’ve laughed in their faces.
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