28. Beg For It
TWENTY-EIGHT
BEG FOR IT
Rylee
After weeks of juggling work schedules and meetings, we finally carved out time for a weekend off together. After I picked up Abby from school, I dropped her off at Seth and Parisa’s house for the weekend. When I arrived back at my apartment I had approximately thirty minutes before Trey would be here.
Pulling open the small door of the community mailboxes at my apartment, I grab the small stack of letters and slam the door. While climbing the stairs, I thumb through the stack. Bill. Bill. Bill. Junk. Bill. My chest tightens and I come to a halt in the middle of the staircase. Maybe I should pick up an extra shift instead of going away for the weekend. Feed the bank account instead of a mini-vacation. My phone vibrates against my butt, distracting me from my thoughts. I pull it out and read the message.
Trey
Just left. Be there soon. Also, no need to pack clothes. I plan on keeping you naked and in bed all weekend.
Too late now. I shove the mail into my purse and climb the rest of the stairs.
During the hour drive north along the winding shore of Lake Superior, Trey and I talked about anything and everything. He shared with me the time when he was a kid and saw the northern lights for the first time, and he was convinced that aliens were coming to abduct him and his family. I told him about the time I ran away from home and hid out in my dad’s boat behind the house, but as soon as the sun went down, I got scared and hustled back inside. During those three hours, I sat by myself and read books. Later, I found out my dad spotted me and knew where I was the entire time but waited for me to return. Unbeknownst to me, that would be the last time I would see my dad before he left. Perhaps if he never left, my mother wouldn’t be so jaded about love and in turn, not have convinced me to marry Kyle for the stability.
Once we hit the scenic small town of Beaver Creek, Trey turns right and meanders down a gravel road through the forest. After a half a mile, it opens up to a giant log cabin with a sign hanging on the gable side that reads Three Moose Lodge.
Trey stops the SUV under the covered entrance. “I’ll be right back.” He shoves open the door and jumps out.
As he rounds the hood, I roll down the window. “Where are you going?”
“The best thing about this place is they have private cabins scattered throughout the woods. So, I’m going to check us in and collect our key.” His fingers curl around the open window as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. It’s a kiss that has me craving more. So much more. Like all night worth of more.
A couple minutes later, Trey strolls out, dangling a key in his hand. Once he’s seated, he shifts in to drive, and we snake down a one-way road flanked by luscious cedar, maple, and pine trees until we approach a small A-frame log cabin overlooking Lake Superior.
“This is so beautiful.” My face is practically glued to the window as we pull into the single car parking spot. “In all the years I’ve lived in the area, I never knew something like this existed. It’s like having your own lake cabin.”
“A friend told me about it.” He kills the ignition and turns to face me. “Originally, three brothers owned a single cabin. Over the years, it was passed down through the family and eventually expanded into several smaller cabins.” He reaches for my hand and intertwines our fingers. Slowly, he lifts our hands and presses a soft kiss to the back of mine. “What do you say? Should we check it out?”
“Yes!”
He releases my hand as we step out of the SUV. Trey collects our bags as I wait for him under the covered porch. He jogs up the two steps and sets our bags down. With a twist of the key, he unlocks the door. Pushing it open, he motions for me to enter first. The front door closes with a click and Trey’s standing next to me in the cramped entryway that leads directly into the only slightly larger kitchen that opens up into a spacious living room and deck.
I push open a door that’s nestled between the kitchen and living room and it opens into an enormous bathroom with a gorgeous claw-foot tub nestled in front of a bay window facing the lake. “I am taking advantage of that later.”
“You. Naked and wet. Count me in,” Trey whispers in my ear.
I twist my head to the side and from the corner of my eye I notice a seductive, dimpled smile spread over his lips. It’s the type of smile that sends a jolt of electricity right between my legs. In fact, it’s the same smile that got me pregnant in the first place.
“We can do that later.” I slide past him before I’m tempted to rip off his clothes and have my way with him. Pregnancy hormones have a mind of their own. In the living room, I spot a set of stairs that lead to a loft. “Is the bedroom up there?”
“Must be. Let’s check it out.” Trey hoists our bags over his shoulder and leads the way up the narrow staircase.
Once we reach the top, a king size bed rests against the wall in the middle of the room, flanked by two nightstands. A wingback chair and table sit in the corner next to the partial wall. The best part is the view. Straight ahead, a wall of windows sits at eye level as the waves of Lake Superior roll and crash into the rocky shoreline. “This is so beautiful. I never want to leave.”
Trey steps in front of me, changing my view of the lake to a gorgeous six-foot two man with the most hypnotizing steely gray eyes. His hands run up and down my arms, sending a shiver through my entire body. “Good thing we have the weekend.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and press into him as my fingers play with the short hairs on the back of his head. Rising to my tippy toes, I press my lips to his. His hands slide around my waist and hold me to him as he deepens the kiss. A groan sounds from his chest as he takes a step forward, forcing me backward. Then another. And another. Until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. Slowly, I slide down until my butt hits the comforter. Trey bends at the waist as I inch up the bed, resting on my elbows, all without his lips leaving mine.
Suddenly a rumble sounds from my belly. Trey breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “It sounds like someone wants lunch.”
“There’s something else I want more.”
He chuckles. “We have all night for that. But first food. I’ll grab the cooler from the car, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I huff out a breath. “Fine. But it might be a couple of minutes so I can release a little tension.”
He growls, deep and gravelly. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. All your orgasms will come from me.”
Normally, I’m not one to listen when demands are made of me, but when Trey says things like this, it’s hot as fuck. I wrap my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and haul him closer to me, so my lips are inches from his. “Then I suggest you do something about it.”
“Fuck. You’re just saying that to get what you want.”
“Is it working?”
“Of course it is.” He slams his lips to mine. It’s rough and demanding and everything I want.
I moan while I reach out with one hand and flick open the button of his jeans. Breaking away, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers and yank them down. His cock springs free, not fully erect but still impressive at half-mast. I wrap my hand around him, stroking once. Twice. He releases a deep groan from the back of his throat. His cock twitches in my hand, growing harder with each stroke.
His hand brushes a lock of hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Put me in your mouth. I want to see your pretty pink lips wrapped around me.”
My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips before swirling around his head. I flick my tongue over the tip, lapping up the bead of pre-cum.
His hand cups the side of my head while his thumb lazily caresses my cheek. “Fuck. Rye. Let me feel you.”
I wrap my lips around his girth and slide down until he hits the back of my throat. A deep moan rumbles from his chest. I pull back, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Oh yeah. Just like that.” His fingers curl into my hair.
As I slide down again, I use my hand to twist around his length. I continue bobbing up and down as he rocks his hips, driving his cock deeper down my throat. Arousal pools between my legs. I moan around him, savoring his salty taste.
“Fuck. Your mouth is fucking perfect. Lips wrapped around me.” He continues his shallow thrusts. “I can’t. Fuck. You feel too good. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He jerks away.
I whimper at the loss.
He bends down and nips at the shell of my ear before he growls, “My turn.” The deep baritone of his voice reverberates through my body.
With a firm grip under my arms, he effortlessly lifts me higher on the bed. A half giggle, half yelp escapes me. My back hits the padded headrest. He hooks his thumbs under the elastic waistband of my yoga pants and tugs them down, taking my underwear with them. Once they’re off, he throws them over his shoulder, and they land somewhere on the floor.
Desire swirls in his eyes as he takes a moment to admire my body. With his hands under my knees, he lifts, bends, and spreads them in one swift motion. A blast of cold hits me right between my legs, but a second later Trey’s hot mouth is on me. A shudder racks my body from the contact.
I thread my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place. “Mmm. Oh. Yes.”
The pad of his thumb circles my clit as he continues to lap at my pussy. His tongue spears my entrance and I buck my hips while my grip on his hair tightens.
“Oh god. I’m not going to last long. Your mouth on me feels so good.”
He replaces his thumb with his lips and sucks.
Tingles shoot through my entire body as my orgasm takes flight and I scream out Trey’s name. He continues to lick and suck on my pussy until I’m nearing the brink of a second orgasm. When I’m teetering on the edge, he pulls away and I whimper.
He sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want your next one to be on my dick. Sit up and turn around.”
His demands are sexy as hell. Mostly because I know the pleasure I’ll get from them. Rising to my knees, I spin around exactly as he says. With my back to him, he trails his hands up my sides, taking my hoodie and t-shirt with him until he’s pulling them over my head. He pulls the elastic band from my hair and my long locks cascade over my shoulders.
The fabric of his shirt brushes against me as he leans forward, his breath against the shell of my ear. “You’re so beautiful. I couldn’t imagine anyone else carrying my child.”
His hand splays over my small baby bump and my breath hitches. I’ve always underestimated Trey, but the more time I spend with him, he never ceases to amaze me. He’s been everything I didn’t realize I needed.
Slowly, his hands creep up and settle on my lace covered bra. His fingers dip into the cups and yanks down. Instantly, my nipples pebble from the cool air. “Now grip the headboard. I’m going to fuck you until you’re seeing stars.”
A pool of desire settles between my legs from his words. I bend over and grip the headboard as I’m told. There’s just enough of a gap for my fingers to fit and it’s solid enough that it doesn’t move. Peering over my shoulder, I watch as Trey reaches behind him and pulls his shirt up. Inch by inch his lickworthy abs are revealed then his sculpted chest. I’ll never tire of seeing him strip out of a shirt. A sly smirk covers his face as a blush floods my cheeks from being caught drooling over his bare chest. He tosses his shirt to the floor. I’m instantly drawn to the way his muscles flex with even the slightest movement. My gaze follows the small strip of hair that leads to his long, thick cock.
“If you’re going to stare, it’s best I give you something worth staring at.” He wraps his fingers around his girth and leisurely strokes himself up and down. When he reaches the tip, he squeezes and a bead of pre-cum spills out.
It’s hypnotizing. I suck on my bottom lip, my breathing growing heavy as I anticipate him almost splitting me in two with his size. All I want to do is leave my position and twist around to lick the tip of his cock like a lollipop, but I resist. Instead, I wiggle my ass. “Trey, I need you. I need you so much.”
He continues to stroke himself. “Are you begging for my dick?”
“Yes. Fuck. I need your cock in me. I need it so much.”
“I love when you beg.”
With one hand on my hip, he inches closer to me. The head of his cock slides up and down my pussy, teasing my entrance. My fingers clench the edge of the headboard. A second later, he’s thrusting inside me.