5. Trevor
CHAPTER FIVE
TREVOR
I tap the fourth floor and whip Willa around, pulling her against me. She sucks in a hiss of air as my lips course down her neck.
“Shit, you’re good at this,” she muses. My surprised chuckle sends her lip between her teeth. That was an inside thought . It might be the first compliment she’s ever given me. If this is how I go down in the history books, I’m about show her just how good I can be.
“Grab my shoulders.” The words hardly leave my mouth before her arms circle my neck; legs wrapped around my waist. Her dress rides up as my hands skirt her thighs, grabbing a fistful of bare ass.
Fucking hell . This goddamn woman is trying to kill me.
A shameless moan rumbles from my chest when I crash into her soft lips, set adrift in a cloud of coconut and fantasies come to life.
Her fingernails graze my scalp, and I pin her against the wall, dazed by my matchless desire to sink into her right here in the elevator.
Then the doors slide open with a ding, and a poor housekeeper gets an eyeful.
Willa slides down my body and silently fixes her dress.
I have to resist pulling her against me when she brushes the strain in my jeans.
With our gazes locked, my thoughts move at warp speed as the awareness of who this is and what we’re doing seeps through the haze.
I need to slow this down . She means more than this .
But when the housekeeper steps out on the third floor and the doors close, Willa presses into me, sliding fingers over my shoulders as she guides me to her mouth.
A jolt races down my spine, but that brief loss of contact sobered me just enough to slip a little sense back into my body.
This is my friend’s sister. A friend who I dated once upon a time.
There aren’t any lingering feelings there, but it still happened.
Do I bring it up ? I don’t know what rules there are about this, but a conversation should probably be had, despite my hand wandering under her dress.
“Willa,” I mumble as I pull back. “Uh—we’re friends.”
Her eyebrows dip as she licks her lips. “We’re not friends, Trevor.”
Damn .
The elevator dings, and I follow as she steps onto the fourth floor. Slipping my fingers around her wrist, I turn her to face me. “Okay, well, we’re friend ly . And I’m friends with your sister, who I dated.”
“Are you still hung up on her?” she asks, slapping a hand on her hip.
“No! Not at all. I just—aren’t there rules against this? Ash isn’t going to disown you?”
Willa laughs, and I’m confused. I’m really not trying to be responsible for another estrangement between the sisters.
“Oh, you’re serious ?” Her giggles simmer as she shakes her head, eyes wild with amusement. “You give yourself too much credit. I’m grown, and I don’t need her permission to fuck a grown-ass man.”
“Uh…okay. Fair enough. But we’ve been drinking…”
“I know exactly what going back to your room entails, and I asked you.” She waves a hand between us. “I’m not drunk, Trevor. Are you?”
She has a point. This is the most clearheaded I’ve been all day. The longer we stare, the more I want to pick her up and make a mess of her right here in the hallway. I shake my head slowly.
“Now, if you don’t want to anymore, that’s another story.” Crossed arms settle over her chest, and she cocks a hip. “Are we doing this or not?”
I must take too long to answer, because she rolls her eyes and turns the opposite direction, reigniting my desire to feel her skin against mine.
Grabbing her elbow, I pull her back, losing my mind at the devilish smirk on her face.
I jerk her hips against mine, my dick jumping at the shiver that travels through her.
“We’re doing this,” I whisper, stealing a kiss.
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been with anyone, especially someone with this much moxie.
Someone I want a chance with. Don’t fuck it up .
“I just want it to be known that I don’t do thi?—”
“I don’t care.” Swallowing the rest of my sentence with eager lips, she pushes me against the wall, claiming my tongue until she’s had her fill.
She lifts an expectant eyebrow, and I spin her around, grinding into her ass so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
The sexiest whimper eases from her lips as she throws a heated gaze over her shoulder.
I grab her chin and kiss her hard, then propel her a few doors down to my room.
She whips her purse over her head and damn near climbs me like a tree as soon as we’re inside, latching on like she did in the elevator. We clumsily fall on the mattress, a tangled mess of legs and arms, while we claw at each other’s clothes.
“I don’t do this,” I murmur against her neck, nudging the strap of her dress down her shoulder as I straddle her. For whatever reason, I want her to know I don’t drunkenly take women to bed like this. She needs to know she’s special.
“You always talk so much?” She gasps on the last word when I grip her dimpled thigh and pull her slick heat against me.
“Usually,” I say, nipping at her ear. “I just…don’t do this…”
“You think I do? I barely leave my house.” Her hands are at my zipper, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing me with how long she takes. Fingers brush against my dick, and I buck into her, letting out a moan. She giggles and touches me again, getting another rise out of me. “You wanna stop?” she asks.
“Not a chance.” This playful side of her is driving me wild. I can’t get enough, needing to taste every inch of her soft skin as my lips work across her collarbone.
She meets me with an eager kiss, abandoning my zipper as she clutches my hips. “Then shut up and get a condom, Trevor.”
Yes ma ’ am . I hop off the bed, whip off my shirt, and dig into my bag. “You always this bossy?” I ask.
“Usually.”
I tear into the foil as I step out of my jeans and boxers. When I turn around, she’s propped on an elbow, her mouth hanging open.
“Shit. You’re?—”
“Extremely fucking happy you’re in my bed right now? Yeah…” I take a step closer, amused by her widened eyes. “You wanna stop?” I tease.
“Hell no.” The awe in her voice as she watches my dick bob is the ultimate confidence boost. I palm it, giving a few tugs as I strut toward the bed. She slowly licks her lips. “I shouldn’t be surprised you’re so…”
“Gifted?” I offer.
“That’s to be determined.”
Fucking kill me dead with that look in her eyes right now.
She’s already wrecking me, and I haven’t even sunk into her yet.
The skirt of her dress falls to her waist as her legs spread wide, bearing her glistening pussy to me.
Goddamn glistening . I’m kneeling on the bed, rolling on protection faster than anything.
Grasping behind her knees, I tug her toward me.
Her gaze stays fixed on me the entire time, burning hotter as I tease her opening with my tip.
“Mmm, that’s it.” She sighs, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
A sudden arch in her back makes her dress ripple around her waist as if it’s begging to be ripped off.
The visual is immaculate, but it stays on…
for now. I grip her hips and find my rhythm, dropping ki sses along her neck.
Stroking inside of her feels so good I can’t form thoughts, words, sounds.
She said I talk too much, so keeping my mouth shut is for the best anyway.
She moans in time with each thrust, clawing mementos into my back I hope never fade.
“ Fuck , yes…” Her legs cage my waist, and she pulls me against her.
My head falls back in ecstasy as her pussy clamps around my dick, the urge to rut deeper at odds with the need to go fast and hard.
Her warmth, her assertiveness, her skin against mine, it’s all driving me crazy.
But tapping on my shoulders brings my eyes back to hers.
“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” She huffs.
“You just said I was talking too much…”
“Yeah, well, now you’re not talking enough. I’m starting to freak out.”
I stop mid-thrust. “Willa?—”
“No! Don’t stop—just…talk.” She rolls her hips in encouragement.
A smile quirks my lips. This woman loves her some control . I’m not opposed to giving it to her either, if that’s what she actually wants. I’m not convinced it is though.
“Don’t look at me like that. This isn’t a control thing. Just talk…and move.”
I pull out completely, hating myself a little for the guttural sigh she lets out. But the surprised yelp when I lift her and slide her over my lap more than makes up for it. She traps her lip between her teeth timidly but doesn’t move. “Well, don’t be shy now. Climb on, and go for a ride.”
Raw lust flares in her gaze as she shifts to her knees, guiding herself back around me until sinking to the hilt.
Her eyes fall closed, and when she finds her rhythm, she smiles.
I fucking shatter on the inside. Willa, the dress, being inside her, it’s all mind-blowing, but that smile is the cherry on top.
Whatever spell she’s been casting all night has officially wrecked me.
“That’s it, beautiful. You take what you need from me.
” I rock with her, meeting her hips slowly with thrusts of my own.
Stars dance across my vision as she bounces on my dick.
I’d close my eyes and get lost in her, except they’re stuck on her hardened nipples cutting through the thin fabric of her dress.
She’s so fucking sexy right now, grinding her swollen clit into me for relief.
Like a queen on a throne, making sounds I’ll log in my memory bank for a rainy day.
Sliding my hands up her thick thighs until I’m gripping her waist is like a wet dream. I love the way she preens under my touch, caressing her own breasts while she rides out her pleasure. I could watch her do this all damn night. “You feel amazing, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”
“ Don ’ t call me sweetheart.” She leans forward, blessing me with a feverish kiss on my lips.
I grip the back of her neck and drown in her, drifting straight into the rocks from this siren’s addictive song.
She’s intoxicating, and I’m drunk on all that she is.
“I’m gonna…” she breathes around my lips before tipping her forehead against mine.
“That’s it, baby. Use me as long as you need.
Lose control.” She closes her eyes, her lips parted, pulling me closer to the edge with each moan.
I have no doubt in my mind she took my words literally, completely losing herself as she rides me to completion.
“Let go, Willa,” I whisper in her ear. The series of shudders that roll through her as she cries out is a prize all its own .
Gripping her hips, I piston into her, finishing just seconds after.
There’s a moment, mere seconds, where our eyes lock and the walls between us disappear.
A silent acknowledgment that she needed this release as much as I did.
Her forehead rests against mine with a sigh, and she whispers, “I should probably go.” But I’m still buried inside of her, and she doesn’t seem in a rush to change that.
Stay . Give me tonight . “Is that what you want?”
“…It’s what I should want.”
I tighten my grasp on her hips. “Tell me what you really want, Willa.”
Confliction clouds her expression as her stare dances with mine. Stay . I don’t dare say it, in fear that it’ll run her off, but the word echoes in my mind. I need more of her. More than tonight. Her lips brush mine, whispering, “I want your tongue all over my body.”
My dick springs back to life. “Lose the dress.”
Sitting on her knees, she pulls her dress over her head, and I just admire the view for several seconds.
I don’t even blink, not wanting to miss a thing as I take in everything from those inquisitive brown eyes to the teeth holding onto her lower lip.
The swell of her ample breasts, the soft curve of her belly, and the faint mocha stretch marks adorning her full hips—I can’t stand it anymore and reach out to touch the jewel in her belly button.
“What are you waiting?—?”
I flip her down on the bed, effectively stealing the words from her.
“You always talk so much?” I tease, reaching between us and tossing the condom.
A giggle slips from her lips when I nibble her ear, and I dive right into the coconut haze.
“I’ll get you there, but I need you to do something for me.
” She gasps, arching into me as I take my time kissing down her body.
Sucking each perfect peak. Licking every delicious dip.
I reach her thighs and breathe over her center, my mouth watering at the thought of devouring her.
But I hold her there until she looks down at me with that sassy eyebrow raised. “Use my name when you say please .”
Her eyes flash with desire, but just as quickly, she catches herself and sets her mouth in a scowl. We stare at each other for several seconds. If I’m right about her, she’ll do it. “Please,” she whispers.
I tilt my head. “Please, what?”
Her tongue swipes across her lips painfully slowly before her defenses fall and vulnerability seeps into her expression. “Please make me come on your tongue.”
“That”—I tut, sliding a knuckle through her slit—“is not what I asked for.” I circle her clit slowly, and her head drops back with a groan. I’m playing with fire now, but she’s so elusive, I need to know if I’ve figured her out .
A heavy sigh later, she pins me with her stare, enunciating each word. “Please lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name, Trevor .”
Goddamn , the mouth on her .
“Gladly.” I grip her hips and pull her to me, relishing in her taste as if she’s a long drink after a scorching day. She squirms under my tongue, her moans growing louder as she claws at my head. Reckless abandon, at the mercy of my mouth. I knew it .
As much as she might pretend to, Willa doesn’t like being in control. She craves the freedom of letting go, and I’ll gladly give it to her.
Me
Can we talk about last night?
Willa
That defeats the purpose of a one-night stand…
We don’t need to talk about anything. It happened, and we can forget about it.
Me
Please? Over breakfast?
Willa
I’m already headed back to LA. Really Trevor, don’t worry about it. We’re good.