Chapter Fifteen
Trevor
I’ve never ridden in the back of a limo before. Not even for my high school prom like so many have done. Blaze told me we would have a ride. Silly me, I figured it would be a friend or a family member picking us up. I never expected to see a stretch limo pull into my drive.
“When you said we’d have a ride, this wasn’t exactly what I imagined,” I take a drink of the beer I got out of the fully stocked bar.
She takes a drink of her wine. “Yeah, well my family spares no expense - ever. Especially when they like to show me what I’m missing.”
The way she says the words makes me wonder if she does miss it. There’s a catch in my gut. “Do you miss it? They can give you a lot of luxuries I’ll never be able to give you.”
She’s quiet for a heartbeat, and mine almost stops.
“No, none of those things have ever been important to me. You know I don’t touch the money in my trust unless there’s something I really want.
I’ve never missed this stuffy-as-fuck life.
I mean look at me tonight.” She waves her hand around her face and down her body, as she wrinkles her nose.
I do look at her, and while I like what I see, I know it’s not the true woman I love. Leaning over, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “While you are gorgeous with this suck-my-dick red lipstick, you’re right. This isn’t the everyday you, but this you is one I can definitely appreciate.”
Her pulse is visible at her throat, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of her breathing. “You can?” she takes a drink of her wine, a smirk on her face.
“Who wouldn’t appreciate the tightness of that dress? Get the fuck outta here, you know you’re hot as hell.”
A blush covers her cheeks, making them a pretty pink. “C’mon babe, you’ve never been shy before.”
It’s as if I’ve thrown down a challenge. I see her shoulders square, and she sets down the glass of wine she’s been drinking. Her eyes cut over to the raised partition separating us from the driver.
“What are you thinking?”
The smile she gives me is one hundred percent sin.
It’s the type of smile women have used since the beginning of time to tempt a man - and fuck if I’m not tempted.
I’ve had a semi since I saw the fuck-me heels.
I’ve been a good guy while I’ve been recovering.
I haven’t pressed either of us to get physical, because I wasn’t sure how much my body could take.
Now that the cast is off and I feel ninety-five percent like my old self, I’m ready to shed this celibate skin I’ve been living.
I miss Blaze and the hot sex we had. I’m ready to reclaim that part of our relationship.
“Why don’t you use those Lolita-red lips to suck my cock? Give me a real-life demo on how it’s smudge resistant.”
She makes a noise deep in her throat. Behind the zipper of my tux pants, my cock jumps from its neglected state. The skin covering the hardness is tight and more than anything, I want to feel the heat of her mouth wrap around the length.
“For tonight, your wish is my command,” her voice is soft in the quietness of the limo.
Quicker than I imagined, she’s sliding out of the seat, onto the carpeted floor. As she gets situated, I help her out by unbuttoning, unzipping, and slipping my pants and boxers down far enough to pull my cock out.
“Are you sure?” she quirks a brow at me. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
That sound deep in my throat is back. “The only way you’re gonna hurt me is by not taking my cock all the way down your throat.
If it’s possible for someone to die from a case of blue balls, that’ll be me.
Being around you, living with you but not touching you for the past few weeks has been torture.
Do you know how many times I wanted to throw my crutches to the side and just fuck you?
” I stop, cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand, biting my bottom lip, because I can’t fucking wait for her lips to wrap around me.
“A million. Unless you want me to meet your parents with your mouth wrapped around me, taking it down the throat, you better get to sucking, babe.”
She breathes heavily through her nose before she leans forward, wrapping her hand around my length.
“No,” I grab her hand in mine, setting both of them on my thigh, fingers entwined. “Just use this gorgeous mouth of yours to get me off.”
Her eyes meet mine and the heat there is enough to make me spontaneously combust or come. Right now I’m not sure which I’m closer to. “I’m waiting, Blaze.”
The minx winks at me before opening that mouth and taking me deep in one smooth glide.
“Son of a bitch,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
My fingers ache to thrust into her hair and direct her on which way I want her to go, allow how shallow and how deep she takes me.
I stop myself, because I know it took her a long time to fix her hair, and if she walks in looking like she’s just been fucked, everyone will know what we’ve done.
Instead, I save my thrusting for my hips, pushing my hard dick as deep as she’ll take it.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, letting my head fall back against the leather of the seat.
Normally I’m the type of man who enjoys the show, loves to participate, and loves directing her when she’s sucking me down.
Tonight, I’m enjoying the hot warmth of her mouth too much.
My hand lets go of hers, and I growl deep, feeling it in my chest, as she digs her fingernails into my thighs.
Through the material of my tux pants, I can feel the bite of her nails, the desperation with which she’s clinging to me.
The tight heat of her mouth is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, especially when she comes up higher on her knees, so she leans over and takes me directly down her throat.
I feel her gag reflex, and then she swallows roughly, using her tongue to lick against the underside of my length.
“God, Blaze, that feels fucking amazing.”
She hums as she lets up before moving down again.
My fingers curl against the seat until they ache.
I flex them, testing the skin I feel tightening all over my body.
Pulling my head from where it’s resting, I look down at her, our eyes meeting.
She’s got tears at the corners. I reach down, cupping her cheeks as she hollows them out, sucking me deeper.
The pads of my thumbs brush those tears away.
I’m breathing harshly through my mouth, thrusting against her tongue, when I feel her hand reach down to cup my balls.
Her gaze becomes more intense as we look at one another, and I can see her desire, can feel how much she wants me.
If she were calling the shots right now, she’d pry her mouth off my cock, straddle me, and shove me home.
It would only take that one stroke and I’d be letting loose deep inside her body. I know that for a fact.
Her tongue does something I’ve never felt it do before, and Jesus it’s like a nuclear bomb goes off inside my body, concentrating right on my dick. I lose my rhythm as I spill down her throat. “Oh fuck, Blaze, take it all,” I arch off the seat as she swallows against my length.
My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking as she cleans me up, tucking me back into the dress pants.
A smirk covers her face, and I know she’s proud of herself.
If I were her, I’d be proud of myself, too.
Snagging her around the waist, I pull her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle me, fixing my mouth at her ear.
“I want nothing more than to push my pants and boxers back down, move your panties to the side, and slide home. I’m dying to feel the scrape of your nails against my back, the heat of your breath against my throat, and more than anything, the grip of your pussy against my cock.
It won’t be long.” The promise is in my voice and sooner, rather than later, I’m going to make damn good on that promise.
Blaze
I ache, dear God, I ache so much. I’m straddling his lap, pressing myself as close to him as I can, but it does nothing to soothe the burn.
I’ve missed him, missed us coming together as one.
It feels like an eternity since he’s sated himself in my body.
I know we’re close to arriving at my parents’ house, but I can’t bring myself to break away from him.
My arms wrap around his neck, holding on tightly while I curve my head into where he’s speaking to me in that deep voice, laced with authority, that I love so much.
He’s saying something about my pussy gripping his cock, and I can’t help it, I clench on air, moaning in my frustration. I need something, anything.
“You’ll have to take this,” he whispers, before I realize I’ve said those words aloud.
His mouth attaches itself to my neck, tugging on the skin before he soothes the burn with his tongue.
I grab his head, holding it tightly to my flesh as he all but makes love to my neck.
His palms slap onto my thighs while his fingers inch up to the hem of my little black dress.
He’s inches away from the lace of my panties, and I’m dying.
Fucking dying. Because I want him to go under the wet panel, I want him to use those fingers to pleasure me, to take the edge off this ache I feel.
I want desperately for us to be Tank and Blaze again.
It’s one of the two missing pieces of our puzzle.
We’ve done everything but have sex and talk about his issues with my job.
Right now I’d literally say fuck me and the job, if I only knew we had enough time.
“Those little noises you make in the back of your throat, babe,” he mumbles as he pulls back, taking my ear into his mouth, tugging on the diamonds I have in tonight. “They’re gonna get me hard again.”
I can feel him stirring against me with renewed interest. What I wouldn’t give to tell this limo driver to turn around and take us home.
I don’t even care about appearances, not sure why I care enough to make this one for my family.
I’m in a dream world where the music playing is the panting of my breath and Trevor’s the conductor of the symphony when I feel the limo stop.
My eyes are blurry as I try to focus on what’s outside the tinted windows.
“We here?” he’s reluctantly letting go of my skin, pulling his hands from under the skirt of my dress and trying to set us both back to right.
“Yeah,” I reach up to my lips, wiping the moisture I can feel coating them off.
“Huh,” he grunts as he situates his pants.
“What?”
“You were right about that lipstick,” he captures my jaw in his palm, turning me left and right so he can get a good look. “Nothing we did smeared it.”
I smirk, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “See? It’s blowjob approved.”
He chuckles as the limo door opens and I grab his hand in mine. It’s show time.