Chapter 13 #2
I run my thumb along his slit, Trevor’s eyes hooded in a manner I’m addicted to already. “When I’ve taken this entire thing and am too delirious to form any sort of cognizant thought, I want you to remember something.”
Trevor nods for me to go on.
“I said yes to a date before I ever saw your dick. It doesn’t make you. But it’s part of you. And I’m feeling really fucking lucky you seem hell-bent on turning my world inside out.”
I let go as Trevor slides backwards, putting us face to face instead of…cock to face. “What did your friend call you that one time?”
“No,” I groan weakly.
“A marshmallow? I think I understand.”
“Go back to promising I’ll lose my voice moaning your name.”
Trevor smiles in that way he does. “I like your burnt edges, Red. And your soft ones. I can’t wait to make you melt for me…again and again and again.”
I try not to blush and fail. Trevor notices, although he doesn’t call me out for it. He simply slides a hand along the inside of my thigh until he’s nudging the plug.
“Now tell me again where you want me,” he demands.
“Between my legs,” I answer, the low thrum of arousal he’d been stoking flaring bright when he rocks the plug deeper.
“Mm. Like this? Or do you want to control the pace?”
I curse, the thought of riding that monster cock sending a jolt of oh fuck yes straight through me.
“I will absolutely be riding you soon,” I promise him, my voice a rasp.
“But not this time. I’m too fucking horny, Trevor.
I’ve been thinking about this for goddamn days, and I need you to rail me already.
I need it so good I pass out, and I need it now.
No more plugs. No more teasing. You get inside of me, you shove those damn kidneys out of the way, and you make me come so hard my housemates file a noise complaint. I need to get fucked, you hear?”
Trevor drops his face to the crux of my hip, his shoulders shaking.
I’m about to tear him a new one when he gives the plug a solid twist and pulls it free.
For a second, my breath stutters, cold washing over my skin, but then fingers are gliding effortlessly into me, and I forget what I was even cross about.
Trevor lifts his gaze, eyes intent on my face as he rubs and rubs, and ah, fuck.
“You…” I pull in a breath and try again. “You have a condom that’ll fit, right? ’Cause if not, I might actually cry.”
He kisses my knee before sliding back, his fingers going with him. I pull in a breath as he roots around in his pants, coming back with a foil wrapper.
My relief puffs from me. “Thank fuck.”
Trevor doesn’t waste any more time. He opens the package, slides the condom down his cock, and grabs the lube.
Fingers glide into me again, thicker than before.
Trevor’s focus is absolute as he stretches me so wide a tremor runs down my leg.
There’s no pain after using the plugs, just an intense aching desire to have that new void filled with something bigger and far more satisfying.
Something that’ll push the limits of what I’ve known pleasure to be.
I’m shaking when Trevor’s fingers leave me, the man gliding a palm up my leg to tug me lower down the mattress. He moves me as easily as a damn pillow, and I can’t even be upset by it. Not when Trevor is looking at me like I’m the key to his salvation.
He notches his cock against me, dark eyes meeting mine.
He doesn’t ask me if I’m ready again, knowing damn well I am.
He presses forward, stretching me as wide as the plug, wider, his eyes snapping downward to track his progress.
I can feel the moment his cockhead notches into place, the slight flare before he settles.
We breathe out in tandem, a sort of awe in Trevor’s gaze I can’t help but be riveted by. His hand is stroking my inner thigh, his chest rising and falling steadily. He looks transfixed by the sight of his cock slipping inside my body.
“Damn, Red.” The man’s voice is wrecked, but he still manages to remain steady. “I was right. It’s beautiful the way you’re taking me.”
“An inch maybe,” I combat.
Trevor doesn’t seem to mind my snark. He only smirks. “Shall we make it two?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before slipping further forward, the slow stretch as infuriating as it is divine.
“Beautiful,” he says again, a hand stroking over my leg, his ink such a stark contrast to my skin.
I want to tell him he’s beautiful, but I can’t seem to find the words. Not when every ounce of my focus is on the sensation of his dick steadily making a home inside me.
“You’re taking me so well, Red, just like I knew you would.”
“Do I get…a medal?” I pant, Trevor’s hand skipping along my cock as he presses further.
“How about a verbal commendation?” he says, sounding so serious I huff a laugh. “Isaac Newport, devout scholar, possessing a keen mind and a particularly accommodating ass. Capable of just about…anything he sets his mind to.”
“Trevor,” I groan, a burst of pleasure radiating out from the center of me when he wraps a hand around my cock and strokes. He pulls his hips back only to press more of himself into me, and my toes curl involuntarily.
Trevor goes on without missing a beat. “Achievements include having a witty retort for every occasion, being absolutely irresistible, and feeling so damn good I’m not sure how I’ll ever leave his body.”
“I feel that good?” I ask, stuck on that part.
Trevor inches out a tiny bit before gliding back in again, the slow, shallow fucking setting every one of my nerves on fire.
“Red, you feel like you were designed to take my cock. Every inch of you is silk, gripping me better than any cocksleeve is capable. Asses like yours are the reason men go to war.”
I can’t help the smile that twists my lips, even as Trevor does his level best to reduce my brain cells to mush. “Are you saying you’d fight for me?”
I’m unprepared for the intensity in Trevor’s gaze. He leans over me, nearly blotting out the lamplight, those dark eyes of his holding me prisoner. “You would be a battle worth waging, no matter the cost.”
I draw in a breath, fairly certain no one should be capable of such veracity while fucking another man senseless. Especially when said fucking is so slow it has no right to feel as brain-meltingly good as it does.
But Trevor isn’t like other men, is he? I knew that from nearly the start.
Locking my fingers in his hair, I tug him down until his lips are pressed to mine. He kisses the way he does everything. Earnestly. With intent.
When he draws back half an inch, I shift my hips to take more of his massive cock. “Trevor. You won’t be fighting alone.”