by Paris Rose
I grabbed his perfectly toned ass and pulled him into me as I spread my legs. I enjoyed the warmth of his hardness pressed against me. He slid his hands up my back and unhooked my bra. He gently massaged my breasts as he nibbled on my bottom lip. I was wet with excitement. Trevor moaned as I reached between his legs and grabbed his balls from behind.
“I love it when you squeeze me there,” he whispered in my ear. He lifted my sweater and explored my breasts with his mouth. He grunted as I continued to caress him through his jeans. His gaze was intense as he pulled my leggings down below my thighs and slipped two fingers inside of me. My muscles clenched as he penetrated me. He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me slowly and sensually as he continued to drive his fingers inside of me. I unzipped his pants as I squirmed beneath him. I slid my hand up and down his shaft with slow, firm strokes. He grunted as I moaned in his ear and pressed my body against him. He scooped me off the sofa quickly and smoothly, and carried me behind the curtain into the bedroom area. He threw me down on the bed and ripped off my leggings and panties before tearing out of his jeans and boxer briefs. “Tell me how bad you want me, Giavanna.”
“I want you, Trevor, more than you know,” I moaned as I touched myself. I was crawling out of my skin with anticipation.
He pulled his shirt off and climbed on top of me in one fluid motion. He pushed my knees to my chest and threw my legs over his shoulders. We exchanged wet, sloppy kisses, and our tongues played together outside of our mouths. He cupped my breast with one hand and used his other hand to guide his cock inside of me. My body welcomed his.
He drove into me with deep, forceful thrusts. He sucked on my neck as he drove into me harder and faster. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain pulsed through my entire body. I gently tugged his hair as I felt a pleasant wave of tension mount within me. He pulled my hair in return as he continued driving into me. He ran his bottom teeth between my breasts, across my chest, and up to my neck. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook me as his weight pressed down on my clit each time he entered me. He pinched my nipples as he penetrated me with hard, fast thrusts. All of my hair stood on end, and my muscles clenched around his cock, as he took me completely over the edge. I called out his name as I became completely consumed by my orgasm.
Trevor grunted and he thrust into me hard and deep. He lifted my leg from his shoulder and began to kiss my calf as he rode me. “Holy shit, your body feels so good,” he moaned as he throbbed inside of me.
I felt like my body was going to explode. He gently tugged my clit with his fingers as he drove into me and I became completely undone. My entire body shuddered, and I dug my nails into Trevor’s back, my climax reaching a new peak. A guttural moan escaped me. Every nerve in my body was at attention as overwhelming pleasure stormed through me. I was shaking as I came down from an orgasm unlike any other.
Trevor inhaled sharply as he pulled out of me and saturated my chest with his warm explosion. His hot wetness felt good on my skin. “Oh Giavanna, you make me come so hard,” he gasped as he drained every drop from his cock with slow, sensual strokes. We gazed at each other in silence for a few beats. “I’m going to grab some paper towels. I think we’re about to land soon, so we need to get cleaned up quickly.” He spoke softly as he rose from the bed and disappeared behind the curtain. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillows as I waited for him to return. I was delirious with satisfaction. My body felt sore and used up, and I liked it. My heart was racing, and my head was swimming with endorphins.
I tried not to move as the plane started to rock. I didn’t want to make a mess of Trevor’s sheets. He came back with a wad of dry paper towels and a couple of wet ones. He sat down beside me and began to clean me up, slowly and delicately. He gazed at me while he wiped me clean. I appreciated the care he took. He handed the wet paper towels to me.
“Here, you can finish the job with this. I’m going to get dressed.” He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek as I wiped my chest, and between my legs, with the wet paper towels. I really wished we had time for a shower, but his smile distracted me from my discomfort. We were both beaming as we got dressed. “See? Now I proved that I can have normal, traditional sex,” he said playfully.
“Well done.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Although I wouldn’t call that normal or traditional. There were a few tricks in there that were new to me. I liked it a lot.” I sighed. “But my neck is sore—so is my chest.” I rubbed my skin with my hand.
“Oh shit, I think I went a little too rough on you.” He tilted my head to the side to get a closer look at my neck. “I left a few hickies and bruises. Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. I didn’t mean to go so hard. Do you have makeup to cover that?”
“Let me go see what the damage looks like.” I crawled out of bed, slipped on my V-neck sweater, and straightened my leggings. My mouth dropped open when I saw my reflection. There was a light bruise on my chest and a darker one on my neck from Trevor’s teeth. And I had three crimson red hickies that were visible on my light caramel skin. Concealer wasn’t going to cover that. Luckily I had packed a few turtlenecks in my luggage. And thankfully, we’d taken our luggage on board with us instead of stowing it beneath the plane.
I walked through the aisle and tried to remember which overhead compartment I’d put my suitcase in. I heard the captain’s voice come over the speakers and announce we should take our seats and fasten our safety belts because it was going to be a rough landing. I really wanted to change before we landed. I would be so embarrassed if the captain saw my bruised neck. I ran up and down the aisles and found my suitcase in the last compartment I opened. I didn’t bother to go into the bathroom. I threw my suitcase on the floor and pulled out the first turtleneck I could find. It didn’t match with my leggings that well, but it was the best I could do at that moment. I slipped off my V-neck and pulled the turtleneck over my head. I tossed my V-neck in the suitcase.
Trevor rushed to my aid as the plane started to shake.
“Giavanna, let me put this away. You go sit down and buckle your safety belt.” I quickly did as told. My ears popped as I felt us start to descend. Trevor joined me after a few moments. “I hate flying in the winter. It’s always rough,” he said as he grabbed my hand.
“I know. That’s why I typically avoid it. But I really wanted to be with you for Christmas, so a little turbulence wasn’t going to stop me.”
“You’re the best.” He kissed the back of my hand and gazed into my eyes. “I want you to know that you make me very happy.”
“You make me happy too, Trevor.”
Chapter 4
IT TOOK CLOSE to forty minutes to land the plane safely, and Trevor and I held hands in silence the whole way. It took us over an hour and a half to get to Cleveland because of the weather, and we lost an hour due to the time change. I really hoped that we would have time to shower and change before the game. I didn’t know how long of a ride it was to Trevor’s parents’ place. He had reserved a town car for us. I eagerly guzzled down the complimentary Fiji water as soon as we pulled away from the airport.
“Trevor, do you think we’ll have time to shower and change before the game?”
“Yeah, I think so, as long as my parents don’t try to talk us to death. My mom is more reserved, but my dad is pretty talkative. He’s a cool guy, but sometimes he has so much energy it exhausts me.”
“Really, Trevor? You’ve got to be kidding.” I smiled and shook my head.
“What?” He gave me a quizzical look.
“All I’m saying is the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”
“Whatever.” He laughed.
“My parents have multiple bathrooms, so there should definitely be enough time and space to get ready. But whatever you do, just please make sure that my mother doesn’t see your neck, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, of course I promise! How embarrassing would tha
t be if she asked me what happened? Why yes, Mrs. Dunaway, your son devoured me on his private jet.” I laughed.
“Point taken.” He joined in my laughter. I loved when we were able to laugh together.
I enjoyed riding through Shaker Heights in a town car as I admired all of the beautiful homes. Shaker was one of my favorite Cleveland suburbs. There were lots of historic mansions with beautiful landscaping. The real estate here had class and character.
I was curious to see Trevor’s parents’ house. I knew it was nice from the way he described it. It was kind of creepy how much I knew about his parents without even meeting them. He had only told me very little, but I used to follow his career in the media. I’ve read almost every Trevor Dunaway article ever published.
Before he was my boyfriend, I perceived him to be one of the most intriguing public figures in the media. Drop-dead gorgeous, mysterious, insanely talented, and successful, Trevor was a media magnet. I’d never done a story on him, but I knew his eccentricity made him the tabloid industry’s wet dream. Although he seemed complex, and sometimes dark, his family was ridiculously normal from everything I’ve read about them. They seemed to be down-to-earth, albeit very high-achieving, regular people. Trevor’s father, Heath Dunaway, was a world-renowned heart surgeon at The Cleveland Clinic, and his mother was a senior partner at Cleveland’s largest law firm. They were well respected, well off, and highly admired. Okay, so maybe they weren’t normal, perhaps they were extraordinary. They had been married thirty-six years, and they raised one of the most successful men in the country. Aside from one statement about how they wished Trevor would have become a classical musician instead of a rock star, they seemed very supportive and loving.
We pulled into a winding driveway that led to a gorgeous brick mansion. The Dunaway home reminded me of a castle. Their choice of real estate was quite fitting for their status. The driver helped Trevor and I out of the vehicle before grabbing our suitcases and leading the way up the cobblestone walkway. Trevor rang the doorbell.
“I have the key, but I don’t want to just barge in,” he explained.
“That’s kind of you to ring the bell,” I said. He smiled in return.
An overweight lady with dyed red hair answered the door, wearing a light-blue blouse and an apron. She was short, with a round face and beady eyes. She had to be in her late fifties or early sixties. She didn’t look anything like Trevor. I had read quotes from Trevor’s family, but I had never seen pictures of them. I heard around that they refused to be photographed because they didn’t want to be recognized in public. I had no idea if the rumors were true. I didn’t know what Trevor’s mother looked like, but the woman standing at the door couldn’t be her.
“Hello, Mr. Dunaway. Your mother told me she was expecting you. And this must be your girlfriend, Miss…?”
Oh, she must work for the Dunaways. “Johnson, but you can just call me Giavanna.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Giavanna. Come inside, let me take your bags.” The portly woman took our bags from our driver. Trevor tipped the driver and led me inside.
“Thanks for getting the door, Margaret,” I heard a woman’s voice call from a few rooms away. “Trevor, hunny, I’ll be right there in a moment—I’m on the phone. Your father should be here somewhere. Did you bring your girlfriend?”
“Yes mom, she’s here, her name is Giavanna.”
“Hi Mrs. Dunaway,” I called.
“Hi dear, I will be with you two in a second.”
“No problem mother,” Trevor called as I heard Mrs. Dunaway resume her conversation on the phone.
An attractive older man with salt and pepper hair, grey eyes, and a square jaw came down the stairs. He was wearing a white and navy polo shirt with dark slacks. He was handsome and vibrant. He had to be Trevor’s dad.
“My boy!” the older man exclaimed as he practically leapt from the stairs and enveloped Trevor in a bear hug. “How have you been, Mr. Billionaire? Been too busy to catch up with your old man, I see.”
“Dad, come on now. You know it’s not like that. With the time difference and your busy schedule, it’s hard to keep in touch, doctor.” Trevor winked.
“Sure, put it all on me.” Dr. Dunaway chuckled. “You are right about one thing, though. I am working a lot of hours lately. One of our surgeons retired, and they haven’t found anyone to replace him yet, so I’m always in the operating room. Unfortunately, I’ll be on call on Christmas, but I’m off today and Christmas Eve.”
“It’s okay, Dad I know you have lives to save. I’m glad you were able to pencil me in today.” Trevor smiled and playfully patted his dad’s bicep. Wow, Dr. Dunaway is in really great shape for an older guy. I blushed as I caught myself checking out Trevor’s dad. He made eye contact with me and smiled. He must have felt me staring at him.
“And you must be Giavanna? Trevor has told me nothing but good things about you.”
“Yes. Nice to meet you, Dr. Dunaway. Thanks for having me in your home.”
“Oh, thank you for coming. And you can call me Heath.” He extended his hand. I looked him in the eye and gave him a firm handshake. “Whoa, young lady! That’s quite the handshake you got there. You must work out.”
I blushed. “I try.”
Heath smiled and turned back to Trevor. “Do you guys need to change before the game?”
“Well of course they do, Heath. They look like they’ve been traveling all day, which they have been.” Mrs. Dunaway interjected as she met us near the entryway. She looked me up and down. “Trevor, dear, why you didn’t tell me your girlfriend needed new clothes? If you would have given me her measurements, I would have gotten her some things for Christmas.” My eyes began to smart. I was suddenly embarrassed about the way my turtle neck clashed with my leggings.
“Mother, I can afford to dress my own girlfriend.” Trevor spoke sharply. I felt my face turn red as I wondered why they were talking about me like I wasn’t standing right there.
“Well then, why is she wearing clothes that don’t fit and don’t match?”
What does she mean they don’t fit? My clothes fit just fine…I think.
“Mother!”
“Contessa!” Both Heath and Trevor simultaneously tried to silence Mrs. Dunaway. But it was too late, she had already offended me. I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, but I could tell that I was frowning a bit. I didn’t like the fact that she was judging me before even formally introducing herself.
But if anyone had the right to judge, it would be her. She was tall and stunning, even at her age. She had dark, glossy hair that she wore swept back in an elegant bun. Surprisingly, there wasn’t any gray in it. There was no way she hadn’t grayed yet at her age, but whatever she was doing to take care of it made her hair look natural and healthy. She had fair skin and fine features, just like Trevor. In fact, Contessa and Trevor looked just alike. She had the same big brown eyes and full lashes as Trevor. She was wearing a red A-line dress with a high collar, paired with black heels, a black silk shawl, and a gorgeous pearl necklace. I hoped that Trevor never expected me to be as perfect as his mother. She was so well-put together; it looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine. And she looked far too young to be the mother of a thirty-four-year-old man. Perhaps her wealth afforded her a way to slow the aging process.
I was hoping she would warm up to me. It was moments like this that reminded me of why I hated meeting people’s families. “Hello, Mrs. Dunaway, I’m Giavanna. Pleased to meet you.” I extended my hand.
“The pleasure is mine, dear.” She flashed what looked like a forced smile as she shook my hand. Her lips curled, but her face didn’t light up at all. In fact, her eyes looked dark and menacing. Or perhaps I was just imagining things, because I was intimidated by her. “Would you like to pick out something from my closet for tonight’s game? I have a few designer dresses that I don’t wear anymore that may fit you.”
“No, but thank you, Mrs. Dunaway, I brought plenty of clothes with me.” I
tried to be polite. I could tell she wasn’t being rude on purpose—she was just a naturally controlling and judgmental person. I had already chosen Heath as my favorite Dunaway parent, and I’d only known him for ten minutes. He was warm, charismatic, and vibrant, unlike Mrs. Dunaway, who seemed overbearing and rigid. Trevor was definitely a product of both his parents. He had inherited his mother’s stunning features and strong presence. And I could tell he had picked up some of her controlling tendencies as well. But at the same time, he had his father’s charm and magnetic charisma. No wonder Trevor had so many layers to his personality. He grew up with Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde for parents.
Mrs. Dunaway looked at her watch. “Well, it’s getting late. You two better get showered and changed.” She pursed her lips. “In separate bathrooms, of course. I had Margaret prepare two guest rooms.” Mrs. Dunaway turned over her shoulder and projected her voice. “Margaret…Margaret? Where are you? I need you to show Trevor and Giavanna to their rooms. Trevor, why don’t you be a gentleman and let Giavanna have the more spacious guest room. She’s a woman; I’m sure she brought more things and needs more space. Although you are quite high-maintenance, hunny, so perhaps you should take the larger room instead.”
I could tell by Trevor’s facial expression that he was becoming agitated. “Mother, we’ll figure it out between us. But thank you for your input.” His tone was tense but respectful.
“Contessa, don’t nitpick. I’m sure they’re exhausted from traveling. How about we let them relax,” Heath interjected.
“Heath, don’t patronize me,” Mrs. Dunaway said sharply. Heath gave us an apologetic shrug.
I eagerly followed Margaret and Trevor upstairs. I couldn’t believe Mrs. Dunaway was making us stay in separate rooms. What a weirdo. I’m a twenty-seven year old independent woman. I’m not used to being told what to do by anyone, especially not some tightly-wound mother-in-law from hell type figure. I sighed as I realized just how long of a week it was going to be.