Chelsea
I’m cozy in bed, reading about a brand new set of bat boys. I love discovering a new fantasy series. Maybe I should mention it to Trevor so we can read it together, but I get the feeling this is going to be a binge read for me.
The crisp sound of a knock at my door makes my brow furrow. It’s almost ten o’clock, which makes me wary. But Robbie also locks the downstairs door at sundown, so he would’ve had to let whoever it is in. Which means it’s probably him wanting to talk randomly about something or he finished a great book and is about to throw his copy at me and tell me to read it. Either way, not the worst way to spend my night.
I climb out of bed, wearing leggings and an oversize tee, and walk down the hall to my front door. But when I swing it open, it’s not Robbie, but Trevor.
“Hey, what—”
He grabs me and pulls me into a passionate kiss, kicking the door shut behind him.
His tongue sweeps my mouth possessively, and I melt into him. I’m confused, but I’m not complaining. He’s cradling my face in his big hands, his warm body pressed against mine. This is heaven. I wrap my arms around his back and let him deepen the kiss. I barely move, just melting further into the kiss, twisting my tongue around his and taking all the rough, wild passion he’s giving me and throwing more back at him.
But then, out of nowhere, he pulls back, panting, eyes wild.
“I love you.”
My brows shoot up, my eyes flaring as his words hit.
“I love you. And I think I’ve known for a while, but I’ve been too scared to say it. Scared to let it be real. To admit how much I have to lose if that’s the truth, but it is. There’s no denying it, and I don’t want to. I was looking at the picture of my parents, and it hit me hard because I understand now. I understand how they loved each other, and I realized if I lost you without you ever knowing—”
This time, I leap into his arms, attacking him with kisses. He braces a hand against the couch to steady himself, and the other he wraps around me. We’re both wild and untethered. Two souls that have been unleashed and are dancing around each other, twisting together, trying to become one.
I kiss him and kiss him until I can’t stop the words from bubbling out of me.
“I love you too. It’s terrifying how much I love you, but I do, and I need you to know it. Never question it. I’m yours.”
He stares at me for a moment, then kisses me again. Wrapping both hands under my ass, he holds me in place as he carries me down the hall. Damn, those arm muscles do more than just look good.
I drag my lips across his cheek and down his neck. “I need you,” I whisper against his skin.
He sets me down and meets my gaze, his voice thick and raspy. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you to touch me. Take care of me.” I run my hands up his chest. “And I want to take care of you.”
We kiss again, then we’re messily stripping off clothes, desperate to feel our bodies touch. Warm skin against warm skin.
Once we’re naked, I climb on top of him.
Trevor’s gotten better about not questioning me if I’m sure, and I’m grateful, because I’m not questioning a thing about this. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, but I love it. I love taking control and owning a man’s body. My man.
His hands are all over me as I kiss down his neck and then his chest, but they freeze in place when I hit his stomach and keep going lower.
I look up to see him biting his bottom lip as he watches me.
I add an extra flair of confidence to my smile.
In understanding, he nods, then runs his fingers through my hair as my mouth dips lower and I stroke his thick cock.
Am I nervous?
Just a smidge.
But I’m giving those nerves a big middle finger and focusing on my man.
My stomach whirls with anticipation as I settle between his legs and run my hands up his thighs. Then I pause to look at him and memorize his face. His pupils blown out with lust. The dusting of pink on his cheeks. The way his lips are parted like he can’t get enough of seeing me like this.
Then I lean down and run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft. I lick the salty precum off his tip and my stomach warms. Everything else floats away. I’d forgotten what it’s like to connect with someone like this. I’ve missed it. The power of controlling someone else’s pleasure—making them feel good. And the head rush of doing it with the guy I love? It’s unlike anything else I’ve experienced.
His scent surrounds me as I lick and tease him, making his already thick cock even harder. His gasps and groans make me wild, and I can’t hold back.
I breathe in through my nose, relax my throat, then take him as deep as I can.
“Oh, fuck. Chels. God, baby. You feel so good. I can’t—ah. Can’t handle how good you look swallowing my cock like that.”
I wrap one hand around the base, and with my other, I massage his balls.
His groan is immediate and so rough and gravelly it takes everything in me not to hump the mattress.
But this is for him. I want to show him how special he makes me feel by giving him a mind-blowing orgasm.
After teasing him a bit more, I hollow my cheeks, sucking and slurping on his cock like it’s my last meal. More of his precum dribbles into my mouth, and it sets me on fire. I want to taste all of him.
He gently plays with my hair, and I know he’s holding back for my comfort, and I appreciate it. I hope I can get back to a place of being a little more rough, but since I went for this without much discussion first, I’m grateful he’s not pushing those boundaries. Not that I’m surprised.
I squeeze his balls a little harder, and when they grow tighter in my hand, I know he’s close.
I take him as deep as I can, almost gagging in the process, and his raspy moan sends me too close to the edge. I don’t know if I can come without being touched, but I might find out.
Picking up my pace, I take him as deep as I can, working the rest of him with my hand.
“Holy shit. Chels. I’m close.”
I keep going. Suck a little harder. Move a little faster.
“Babe, if you don’t want to choke on my cum, pull off.”
But I don’t. I look up at him from under my lashes just in time to see his face twist with pleasure. His eyes roll back, his mouth falls open, and the groan he lets out as he comes is sinful.
I swallow every drop and pull off him, licking my lips.
Sitting back on my heels, I take him in. He’s limp against the bed, arm thrown over his face as he breathes heavily.
I lie down next to him, and bury my face in his neck, still riding the high of making him feel that good.
Trevor’s hand curls into my hair, and then his face is next to mine. He stares at me a moment, then his lips find mine for a toe-curling kiss. My whole body is flushed and warm, and I am… desperate. I’m desperate for him. For his touch. Anything he’ll give me.
But then he pulls back and I almost pout.
“Are you good?” he asks, that low-level concern on his face.
I rest my palm on his cheek, ready to ease his mind. But my mouth must be feeling cheeky because it goes rogue.
“I’ll be better when you’re touching me.”
A predatory smile appears on his face and he runs a hand down my side. “How do you want me to take care of you?”
“With your hand.”
He kisses across my chest. “Can I still use my lips here?”
“Ye-es,” I hiss, then his tongue flicks over one of my nipples.
“Good. Because these are my new favorite toys, and I really want to play with them.” Then his mouth and hands are all over my breasts. Squeezing them, licking and tweaking my nipples. Not surprising. Since we first got off together, he’s been obsessed with my boobs, and he’s right—he plays with them like they’re his toys any chance he gets.
I bite back a moan. Damn, he’s good at it. He drives me crazy in the best way, and I’m practically riding the mattress. The throbbing spot between my legs is in desperate need of attention, and when Trevor catches the way I shift, he pulls back, his gaze sweeping over me.
“Open those legs for me, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
I almost shudder at the words. I was raised to see all bodies as beautiful, and my grandmother actively worked to undo all the toxic diet culture shit society puts on women. Because of that, I grew up confident in my body. Still, you always want the person you’re with to see you as attractive too. Trevor looking at me hungrily, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen makes me feel wanted. Worshipped.
Then he sucks in a sharp breath and bites his bottom lip.
“Goddamn, baby. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you splayed out on this bed for me. Except maybe seeing you come.” He lies down next to me and runs his hand down my stomach. “Now I’ll get to see both.” His lips graze mine. “Tell me if you get uncomfortable, want me to stop, or want me to change anything, okay?”
I nod so quickly it’s almost frantic. “I will.”
Then I bite my lip to keep from begging. Please touch me.
“What are you comfortable with? You want me to just rub your clit?” One finger barely grazes that swollen, sensitive spot, and I hiss in response. “Or do you want my fingers inside you?” Two fingers trail lower, but he waits for my answer.
I throw my head back, overwhelmed and needy. “Both. Please. Just touch me. I need you.”
His lips close around one of my nipples, then he circles those two fingers around my opening. When he finally pushes inside, I gasp, but then his thumb lands on my clit, and I fist the sheets, already coming apart at the seams for him.
“Yes. More. Fuck me with your fingers.”
He flicks his tongue over my nipple, then moves to the other one, before pulling his fingers almost all the way out and pushing them back in. He picks up the pace achingly slowly, teasing and flicking at my clit as he does.
I’m going insane, skin prickling, absolutely fucking desperate for this man. He touches me like I’m an extension of him. Like he knows exactly what I want without me saying it.
My skin heats as desire builds inside me. I’m overwhelmed, but I need more.
A moan falls from my lips, and though I try and make words to tell him what I want, my brain is too swamped with lust. But he knows anyway. He curves his fingers inside me and I cry out.
“Yes,” I whine. “More.”
My mind goes blank. I’m burning up, a volcano ready to erupt.
“So close.”
He looks up at me in awe.
“Come for me, baby. I want to see your beautiful body writhing.”
My stomach tightens, and I clench the sheets.
“Trevor…”
The intense burst of pleasure shocks me. My body contracts with wave after powerful wave.
“Oh, yeah.” He groans as he watches my orgasm rip through me.
I’d forgotten how good it feels when someone else controls my orgasm.
Toys are great, but they’re no substitute for the connection during sex.
And this was just his hand.
I’m in so much trouble. Just his hand .
He lies down next to me and licks his fingers, looking as smug as I felt after the blow job I gave him.
I roll on top of him and kiss that smirk right off his face.
When I finally lift my lips off his, he’s all dazed and relaxed, but clearly still thinking of me. He runs his fingers through my hair and meets my gaze.
“Feeling okay?”
“Perfect,” I breathe. But then it really hits me. This was my first orgasm from someone else in over a year. “I thought it would be more difficult. When I imagined taking this step, I mean. I assumed I’d struggle, but it barely crossed my mind tonight. Only briefly when I was about to take care of you. Not when you were taking care of me. But maybe it’s not all that surprising. It’s not like there was any foreplay when—” I cut off, not wanting to go to that place right now. “More importantly, I was lost in you and us. Our love.”
I rub my nose against his, and he tugs on my hair, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
We hold each other tightly. Warm naked bodies melting together like one.
“Stay with me tonight?” I whisper.
He gives me a smile that’s somehow both lazy and cocky. “I’ll stay with you forever if you want.”
My heart leaps at that. Maybe I shouldn’t want it yet, but falling for Trevor meant leaping into the deep end. Instead of learning to swim, I had to learn to breathe underwater. That’s how lost in his love I am.
My heavy eyes try to close, but as romantic as it sounds, falling asleep without cleaning up after is a great way to get a UTI. So I force myself up and head for the bathroom. He stands up too, so I glance at him over my shoulder.
“Don’t get dressed.”
His answering smile is cheeky, then he stretches, purposely showing off as many of those muscles as he can.
Troublemaker.
My troublemaker.
When we’ve both finished using the bathroom, we collapse in bed together, both ready to crash.
In the quiet dark, I curl my naked body around his and whisper, “I love you.”
My spine tingles as he brushes his lips over mine and whispers back, “I love you too.”
With those words dancing around in my head, I drift off to sleep, sated and wrapped in a warm embrace of love.