Lag (The boys of RDA #2)(61)
He’s not talking to my sister? He wouldn’t dare. Would he? Of course he would, he’s Trey. The blue material stops just below my eyes, not being long enough to reach my entire face from where my hands are tied. I try to move my head from side to side to uncover my face, but it doesn’t budge. The bed dips again and a hand settles on my exposed stomach as his voice washes over me.
“No, Elena she’s not here right now.” He pauses and I tighten my lips, the only part of my face visible.
His touch tickles the skin above my partially open jeans and he unzips them the rest of the way. “This is her boyfriend, Trey. Do you want me to give her a message when she gets back?”
I pick up pieces of Elena’s sputtering on the other end. I’ve told her the Trey updates, but the boyfriend part would be a surprise.
His hand leaves my body and I wiggle, but I’m not sure why. I either need him to take off these pants faster or I need him to get off the phone. Actually, I need him to get off the phone and take off the pants.
“She’s picking up groceries. We moved her into her new apartment today.”
That admission will cause Elena to go into hysterics. She’ll think I’ve been keeping things from her. I’ll never hear the end of it the next time I do get to talk to her. I open my mouth to yell at Trey, but stop myself before I give away to Elena I’m here.
In one swift movement, Trey pulls down my jeans until they’re wrapped around my knees. Their new position hinders my movements and I tense in anticipation.
“Yes, I think today’s been quite a surprise for your sister as well.”
One hand starts at the base of my neck and he trails two fingers down to my breasts where he squeezes my left nipple and they both harden. His hands leave my body and I stay as still as possible to try and figure out where he’ll go next. Not being able to see has heightened the experience, and I lick my lips almost forgetting about my sister. But then my heart thumps in my chest, and I worry Elena can hear it through the phone.
“Of course. I’d love to get together. You should come and visit us.”
He says “us” like we’re an old married couple and I like it more than I should. I shake my head no both to try and move his shirt and to tell him to get off the damn phone, but neither attempt works.
My body flutters as the heat of his mouth settles over my breast and Trey runs his flattened tongue over the already hard nipple. I arch my back into his mouth for more, but his taste is quick and the cool air sweeps over the wet surface.
“Yes, that’s a great idea. I’d love to come visit for the holidays.”
A finger slips past the barrier of my underwear and he slides it lower to my core. I’m wet and aching and I can’t believe he is still talking to my sister on the phone. I begin to thrash around earnestly in what I hope he’ll read as me telling him to hurry the f*ck up.
From his small chuckle at my display, he picked up the message. “Well I’ll let Simone know to call you back. Have a good night, Elena.”
He’s silent for a moment and I strain my ears waiting to hear the phone dropped to the floor or feel his hands on me again, but nothing happens.
Finally, after what feels like hours but was probably only seconds, Trey speaks, “Of course. Okay, good-bye, Elena.”
The phone clunks when it hits the floor and I’m so relieved. My calm doesn’t last long because Trey’s hands move to my underwear and he pulls them down until they hit my jeans and then those come off in the heap. From the noise, they land somewhere on the floor, and then Trey is back on the bed with his body moving up toward mine as our skin comes into contact at random spots. The anticipation will kill me if we don’t get a move on. I open my mouth to tell him, but the cloth is removed from my eyes and his lips find mine as my eyes adjust to the light difference.
“God, Simone there are so many things I want to do to you like this, but you’re so wet. I don’t know if I can wait any longer."
“Don’t make me wait,” I whine into his mouth.
Trey flattens his body on mine and his hard length presses against me. I stiffen at the contact because it’s the first time I’m aware he’s naked as well, and I want to know how long he’s had his pants off.
I open my mouth to comment, but the words stall with the sound of a foil wrapper. He rips it open and his body leaves mine as he positions himself. My tongue flicks out and licks my bottom lip. As Trey follows the movement, his eyes shutter. His body is taut as I perform the move again.
“Later,” he says and then his body drops resting on his elbows. His hips align with mine and they force my legs open further. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I’m stretched as he slowly enters me.
Trey sucks in a sharp breath, and then with one final thrust, I’m filled. My legs wrap around his back and I push myself closer to him. His thrusts are slow until I can’t take it anymore. I try to reach my hands to wrap them around his neck but am met with resistance from the shirt my hands are still tied with.
Without moving his eyes from mine, Trey uses a hand to reach above me and tugs on the shirt releasing the knot. With my hands now free I wrap them around his back and use my nails to lightly scratch at his exposed skin. He growls when I stop and picks up his pace. As our bodies come together, he hits my swollen clit in the right motion. I begin to move with him, forcing our bodies together harder and seeking my end.