Until Trevor (Until, #2)(39)

“Tomorrow is the wedding.”

“Do you see the look on your sister’s face?” I point towards Liz. “I don’t like my woman looking like that, so you need to leave. Tomorrow, if she feels like it, then she will find you; if not, then you need to back the f*ck off,” I say, pushing him towards the door.

“Who do you think you are?” he asks, making me smile. “I’m her man; and as her man, I can do whatever the f*ck I want to anyone I perceive as a threat against her.”

“I’m her brother,” he says, sputtering as I slam the door in his face. When I turn around, I’m surprised to see Liz smiling. I figured she would be pissed that I just kicked her brother out.

“Thank you,” she says, throwing herself into my arms.

“For what?”

“For getting rid of him.” She tucks her face into my chest, and I pull her small body tighter against mine.

“I will always protect you.”

“I know,” she says softly, making me squeeze her a little tighter.

“Did you have a good time with you mom?”

“Yeah,” she giggles. I pull her face out of my chest so I can see her.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she says, her face turning red.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” she says again, taking a step back.

“Your face is bright red,” I tell her, looking her over. Her hair is the same as when she left, her skin looks smooth, and she smells like lavender. “Did you get a massage?”

“Yes,” she replies, looking down at the ground.

“What else did you guys do?”

“Got manicures and pedicures,” she mumbles, still not making eye contact. Then a light bulb goes off, and I’m very interested in finding out if my hunch is correct. I step towards her, my hands going to her dress, and I rip it off over her head. “What are you doing?” she screeches, trying to get away; but I have her trapped.

“I want to see for myself what you had done,” I tell her, pushing her back until she has no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees, I pull her foot up towards my chest. “I like this color; what is it called?” I ask, inspecting the light pink color of her nail polish.

”Passionate pink,” she says, trying to pull her foot out of my hand.

”Passionate pink,” I repeat. I kiss the top of her foot, before setting it on my shoulder. I run my cheek down the inside of her calf, then up her thigh. “Your skin is so soft.”

“I…I had a body scrub done.” Her voice is breathy; I look up and see that her eyes are hooded and dark, and her cheeks are flushed.

I pick up her other foot, setting it on my other shoulder. My hands pull her knees apart, and I run a finger down the center of her panties. Her hips lift slightly. I lean forward, opening my mouth over the thin cotton that’s covering her, and bite down slightly, making her moan. “You smell good.” I press my tongue in, making her moan louder. “Tell me you want me to eat you.” I look up her body; her head is back, eyes closed. My cock is begging me to pull her down and impale her, but I want her taste on my tongue. “Say ‘Trevor, please eat my *’.” Her eyes open, and she looks at my mouth. Then I bite down again, making her squirm.

“Trevor, please.”

I run my finger along the edge of her panties and dip in slightly, feeling her smooth skin, knowing I was right. “Say it. Say ‘Trevor, please eat my *’,” I growl.

“Trevor, please eat—”

I don’t even let her finish. I slide her panties to the side and attack her, licking, biting, and devouring her. “So sweet,” I mumble against her. Her hips raise, and her fingers dig into my scalp.

“More,” she whimpers, circling her hips.

“My greedy girl,” I mumble against her, sliding two fingers deep inside her tightness.

“Trevor!” she screams, her * convulsing around my fingers. Her feet try to push me away, but I hold her tighter, wrapping my arms around her thighs, and keeping her in place.

“Stop!” she cries.

“No. Give me another one.” I lick her, circling her clit, then sucking deep. Her hips buck, trying to get free. I pull her harder against my mouth, my tongue moving faster until she comes, screaming. I crawl up the bed and pull her body against mine. “There is nothing more beautiful than watching your body being taken over by what I’m doing to you,” I say, sliding between her legs. Her hands go up the front of my shirt, sliding down to the waistband of my shorts. I sit back on my knees, pulling my shirt off over my head. She sits up, unbuttoning my shorts, and tugging them down my hips, her mouth against my abs.

“I love that you’re so hard and smooth at the same time,” she says, her hands traveling over every inch of skin she can get her hands on.

“I have something else for you that’s hard and smooth,” I tell her, making her flop back against the bed laughing. “You don’t want it?” I ask, smiling. I love that I can laugh with her during sex. I grab my cock, sliding the tip through her *. I bite back a groan when I feel her wetness against me. She uncovers her face, and I lean forward to kiss her, nibbling her lips, her tongue touching mine. Her nails dig into my sides, pulling me forward until I slide inside. “Jesus,” I say against her mouth, pushing the rest of the way in.