Chapter 17
Isaac
Trevor and I wander down an aisle of classic literature, browsing the titles and various editions they have on hand.
I can’t get his words out of my head. About the way he sees me. About how I see him in return.
Is it too much to hope he’s right? That the two of us could last? That, beyond sex and surface compatibility, we could have something meaningful? Something worth holding on to?
My fingers skate along the spine of The Odyssey before I clear my throat. “So you work tonight? At the tattoo shop?”
Trevor nods. “I don’t have set hours. Just anytime after they close, so there’s no rush.”
I mull that over. “So…”
“So it wouldn’t stop me from coming over after and spending the night anytime you want me to. Or you’re always welcome to stay at my place.”
“Your uncle wouldn’t mind?”
“No,” Trevor says simply.
“But we wouldn’t be able to…you know.”
Trevor lifts an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “We could practice keeping you quiet. A pillow between your teeth maybe? A ball gag?”
I stare at him, mouth ajar. “Excuse you. I’m not that loud.”
He chuckles. “You are. Don’t worry. It’s a compliment.”
I can’t help but scoff, feeling like I should be insulted, even if I can’t quite figure out why. “You’re not that…”
I trail off, realizing I can’t finish my sentence with the word good as intended. Because yes, he’s that fucking good, much to my ire.
Trevor waits patiently. “Go ahead. Finish your sentence.”
“You know what? I don’t need to. Maybe next time, you’ll be the loud one.”
“Oh, Red. I very much invite you to make good on that threat.”
I flush, cursing the way I can feel my skin heating. Spotting a familiar cover in the aisle we turned down, I pluck the book free and slap it against Trevor’s chest. “Here. Bone up on your nature-related poetry.”
Trevor turns the book over, an eyebrow lifting. “Leaves of Grass? You didn’t like my poem about your—”
“Ah-ah,” I cut in, slapping my hand over Trevor’s mouth before he can utter the word asshole. He kisses my palm, and I reluctantly reclaim my hand. “Not in polite company, you heathen.”
“You’re not that polite,” he shoots back. Before I can utter a useless protest, he goes on. “And I’ve already read this.”
“Of course you have. You know Whitman. Thoreau. Emerson. Are there any poets you’re not familiar with?”
“Ah, I’m not giving myself up that easily, Red. You’ll have to best me on your own merits.”
I scowl, even as I grudgingly admire Trevor’s expansive knowledge of one of my favorite subjects.
When I reach for the book to return it to the shelf, Trevor spins me around, his front lining my back. My heart thumps as his arms come around me in a loose hold, his voice near my ear. “‘I exist as I am, that is enough.’”
My swallow is more than a little heavy at the verse recited from the book in Trevor’s hand. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“I’ll let you decide that for yourself.”
With that, Trevor places a quick kiss on the side of my head and lets me go. He sets the book of poems back on the shelf before rearranging another couple that got put away out of order. I hate how attractive I find that, even though I don’t hate it at all.
Trevor and I spend a good hour browsing books, both poetry and general fiction alike. Most of my reading lately has been school-related. Classics, poems, textbooks. So I pick out a mystery by an author I’ve enjoyed in the past, determined not to lose my love of reading purely for pleasure.
Trevor, I notice, circles back to a section of William Shakespeare more than once. When I find him eyeing The Sonnets for the third time, I pluck it from the shelf.
“Have you read this one?” I ask. It’s a modern reprint, of course, but the hardcover design is nice. Elegant, almost.
Trevor nods. “I have, but I don’t own it.”
“Could I buy it for you?”
He eyes me for a moment, not immediately refusing but looking as if he’s thinking about it.
“You paid for dinner,” I argue. “And don’t try to tell me you plan on paying for everything in this relationship because that doesn’t work for me. We’re not that couple, Trevor, and you know it.”
His lips twitch. “All right. Thank you, Red.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, tucking the book under my arm with my own purchase.
We wander for a few more minutes before calling it. As we head to the register, Trevor’s phone chimes. He ignores it, even when it chimes a second time.
“Need to get that?” I ask.
“It can wait.”
“How do you… Oh.” I clear my throat before lowering my voice. “Is it…work?”
He answers with a nod as the line moves forward. I set our books on the counter to be rung up, my pulse hammering. There’s no need to ask which work.
We exit the store a minute later, the small bag of books in my hand. I manage to wait until we’re seated in the vehicle before my curiosity overtakes me. “Can I see?”
Trevor doesn’t even hesitate. He pulls his phone free, turns it on, and passes it my way. My heart continues its heavy beat as I open his messages and read the most recent text, the conversation thread spanning longer than just tonight.
“Repeat client?”
Trevor nods. “Every few weeks.”
I swallow, looking at some of the older messages. They’re so…blunt. Asking Trevor to jerk off with his own spit. To make it hard and fast how he likes it. Plus the usual dirty talk.
“When will you do it?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse.
A warm palm slides against the side of my face, Trevor guiding my eyes to him. He looks me over carefully. “Okay, Red?”
“Yeah,” I answer, the word mostly air.
Trevor’s gaze continues to bore into me, as if he’s assuring himself of the truth. That I don’t mind him sending videos to people who aren’t me. That I really fucking like it, even. “I could do it tonight,” he finally says.
My breath puffs from me. “Could I watch?”
Again, Trevor’s eyes pick me apart. “You want to be there when I jerk off?”
God. “Yes,” I admit.
Trevor holds out his hand. I pass his phone back, and he types out a response I assume is some sort of confirmation. Once done, he turns the car on.
I inhale shakily. “What, uh…is his usual dirty talk?”
Trevor’s smile is slight, but I still catch it as he gets us out onto the road. “You’ll see.”
Oh Jesus.
I shift in my seat, almost embarrassed by how damn turned on I am by the simple prospect of my boyfriend jerking off. But I suppose if the idea of him putting on a show didn’t excite me as much as it does, we likely wouldn’t be here to begin with.
I try to even out my breathing as Trevor drives.
His hand lands on my thigh before long, a comforting touch that quickly turns tortuous, Trevor’s good intentions to keep me calm only ramping me up further.
When I break and drag his palm higher, Trevor chuckles low in his chest. But he doesn’t remove his hand from over my cock, not until he’s parking in the small lot at the side of my house.
He shuts off the vehicle, the cab quiet apart from the frantic beat of my pulse.
“Do you want to film me?” Trevor asks, unzipping his jeans.
My gaze shoots wide. “Here?”
“We’re off the road,” he answers, shuffling his jeans a little ways down his thighs. “Unless one of your housemates comes out the back door, no one will see.”
He pauses at my silence, not yet touching the bulge forming beneath his underwear.
“Up to you, Red. We can head inside if you’d rather.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, sucking in a harsh breath. “He said hard and fast, right? Do it.”
“You’re sure?”
In answer, I run a hand over the outline of Trevor’s cock, my gut tightening with a rush of pleasured anticipation. “Can I get you ready?”
“I won’t ever say no to that,” he rumbles.
Darting one quick glance around just to make sure we’re alone, I lean across the gap between our seats and pull Trevor’s ridiculous cock free. I have only a moment to marvel at the sheer size of him before I lean down and take him into my mouth.
The euphoria that hits me is instantaneous. Trevor grunts out a low sound, his hips hitching as I swallow what I can of him. Which isn’t much. The fingers that thread through my hair only make me more determined. As does Trevor’s gravelly voice.
“Ah, Red. I knew your mouth would be heaven.”
Cognizant of where we are, I work fast, but every second that Trevor’s cock is resting against my tongue is a second seared into my mind. I have no doubt I’ll be remembering this impromptu blowjob in the front seat of his car at the most inopportune of times.
Before I can lose myself completely, I pop off Trevor’s cock. He lifts my chin, his pupils blown, his eyes so dark I swear I can see myself reflected in them. A thumb rolls over my bottom lip, wet from my spit. “Ready?”
I nod, all I can do. Trevor grabs his phone, opening the camera app before passing it over.
I get ready to record, taking a second to make sure nothing identifying is in the shot, like Trevor’s face or details of my house.
He lets loose a slow breath before fisting his cock, my cue to start the video.
I know I can’t make any sound, but it’s hard to remember that fact when Trevor spits onto his cock once, twice, before spreading the moisture. I nearly jump when he speaks.
“Still at the office, Daniel? Dressed in your fancy suit with your cock out under your desk, a model employee, hm? What would your boss think if he knew you were imagining him bending you over the surface and stuffing you full of his cock?”
Holy fucking shit.
Trevor’s hand flies swiftly over himself, working a brutal pace he only breaks on occasion when he rolls his palm over the head in an almost loving caress.
“Do you think he’d worry about your pleasure, or would he fuck you as he’d like?
Use you like the cocksleeve you are? Bend over the desk, Daniel. Be a good boy now.”
Trevor spits onto his cock once more, squeezing himself. His tone isn’t one I’ve ever heard from him before.
He’s acting, I realize. And he’s good.
“Two fingers in your ass, Dan. I’m gonna fuck you just like he would. You ready? Don’t you dare stop. This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about his.”
I nearly swallow my tongue when Trevor starts jacking himself again, as lost in the fantasy he’s creating as I’m sure this Daniel will be.
“That’s right. Just like that. Fucking take it and don’t make a sound.
Can’t have the secretary hearing you getting fucked by the boss inside your office.
You think she’d be jealous? That you get the boss’s cock and she doesn’t?
Show me how good you can be, Dan. The perfect employee, more than willing to take every ounce of my cum. ”
My eyes move from Trevor’s phone to his face, my breath catching when I find him staring right at me.
The subtle shift in his voice is undeniable. “Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t make a noise, my eyes returning to the phone screen just in time to see Trevor’s cock erupting over his fist.
“Ah, fucking fuck. You feel that? How deep my cum is inside your body?” Trevor glides his fist slowly over himself, making a mess of his cock, imitating how the cum would spread if he fucked himself slowly inside this Daniel’s ass a few more times.
“Just what I needed. Better clean yourself up now. Before someone finds you fucked out on top of your desk. Can’t have the whole office talking, can we? ”
Trevor glides his hand up his cock one last time before letting go. Even softening, his cock is a sight to behold.
“Good boy, Daniel. Top marks, as usual, for being the best fuck toy in the office. Now zip up your pants and get back to work.”
It takes me a second to realize Trevor is motioning for his phone. I stop the recording and pass it over, barely registering Trevor tossing it onto the dash. He wipes his hand on his boxer briefs before hooking the back of my neck.
“All right?” he asks, checking in again, so considerate it makes my heart ache.
I let loose a breath and lick my lips. “I really need you to make me come.”
Trevor doesn’t miss a beat. He tugs the recline bar on my seat and unzips my jeans before the shock of falling backwards has even worn off. The next second, his hand is tugging me free and his head is descending.
I nearly shout as I’m engulfed in heat, my hand landing in Trevor’s hair and my back bowing as I stare unseeing up at the roof of his car.
I’ve never had fantasies about a theoretical boss railing me over a desk, but hearing Trevor bring someone else’s dirty dream to life was hot as fuck.
And knowing this Daniel will watch him, will get off to Trevor’s cock and his voice?
Fuck.
It’s a vicious sort of thrill, someone coveting what’s mine.
I wrap both hands in Trevor’s hair as he works to make me come, his lips and his tongue driving me absolutely feral. He doesn’t seem to mind my tight hold, his hand snaking up my shirt to caress my skin, so soft compared to the way he’s sucking me down.
“I want you to swallow,” I tell him around labored breaths. “And then I want you to clean up that mess you made on your steering wheel. And then I want you to kiss me and…ha. And remind me who you belong to.”
Trevor’s answer is to plant his hand on my abdomen and swallow me to the back of his throat.
I let loose a litany of curses as my orgasm barrels down on me.
My eyes slam shut, my body floats into nothingness, and then I’m coming so hard I lose my breath.
The tight clasp of Trevor’s mouth keeps me spiraling for what feels like an eternity, but his touch never lets me lose sight of where I am.
He’s with me, this gentle soul very few ever truly see.
How did I get so fortunate?
Trevor’s lips press to the inside of my hip as I catch my breath.
He uncurls his massive form, meeting my eye before holding out a hand.
Still floating, I clasp his palm. Trevor pulls me and the seat upright, not yet letting go.
Instead, he drags my hand toward his steering wheel, using two of my fingers to swipe up the cum that escaped his fist. I let loose a soft laugh. Cheeky fuck.
He sucks my fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off. Then he pulls me close, kissing me so thoroughly I have no choice but to taste us on his tongue.
Drawing back only an inch, his eyes hold mine, his voice once again the one I know so well. “Every piece of me is yours. I’ve walked through flames, and now I’m branded with them. I am yours.”
“Again,” I demand.
Trevor’s lips curve into the softest smile, his hand holding my jaw so I can’t escape. “Yours, my brat. All I am, all I will be, belongs to you and you alone.”
I let out a sigh, uncaring that we’re half-naked in his car right outside my house. I curl a hand around his wrist, letting my eyes slip shut.
With the rest of the world so very far away, I let myself believe that could always be true.