Until Trevor (Until, #2)(47)
“Sounds good to me,” I agree, looking at Asher.
”Works for me. I fed July before I left the house; my girls should be sleeping for a while.”
“I need a couple beers,” Cash says, sitting down in one of the chairs, his elbows to his knees, and his head hung low. I watch Asher and Nico head outside before I walk to where Cash is.
“It will be alright,” I tell him, sitting in a chair next to him.
“Lilly’s my one,” he whispers so low that I barely hear him. His hands cover his face, and then come to rest over his mouth when our eyes connect.
“Fuck,” I say, leaning my head back. I can’t imagine having to give up Liz.
“Yeah,” he agrees, before looking at the door and watching Asher walk in with Nico close behind.
It is after ten in the morning when I walk into my house. The house is quiet, so I walk back to the bedroom and can hear the shower in the master bath going. When I open the bathroom door, Liz screams as I step into the steam-filled room, pulling my shirt off over my head.
“Trevor?” she asks, wiping some of the fog from the shower door, and holding her chest.
“It’s me, babe,” I confirm, pulling off my boots and jeans.
“I’m just getting out; do you want me to leave the water on for you?” Liz asks, as I look at her through the fog-covered glass doors of the shower.
“You step out of that shower, baby, and I’m going to get you dirty. So I suggest you just stay there.” After the night and morning I had, feeling Cash’s pain over losing the girl that he was falling in love with, I need Liz more than I need my next breath. I need to know that she is here with me, and that she is mine.
She doesn’t say anything, just watches me get undressed. When I open the shower door, she takes a step back, making room for me. I pull her into my arms, and rest my head on top of hers. Her arms wrap tighter around my middle as her body relaxes into mine.
“Are you okay?” she asks, leaning her head back to look at me.
“Yeah.” Her eyes roam my face.
“Is Cash okay?”
I let out a deep breath before answering, “He will be.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, but I don’t want to talk right now.
“No, I want you on your knees.” She looks startled, but then she licks her lips, sinking to her knees in front of me. I’m surprised by this move on her part; she must know that I need this, desperate to know that she’s mine in every way. My hands go to her hair, holding it away from her face. Running her hands up my thighs, she wraps her small hand around my cock. Her tongue comes out, licking over the head as her hand slides up and down the length. “No teasing; open up.” I tell her, and she takes me all the way in, looking up at me; her eyes are dark with lust, her plump lips stretching around my girth. Her rhythm is perfect; my cock touches the back of her throat every time she takes me all the way in. “You have a hot little mouth, baby,” I tell her, throwing my head back and enjoying the feel of her mouth wrapped around me.
Her rhythm picks up, and her mouth and hand move faster. When I look back down at her, her other hand has disappeared between her legs. “Does having my dick in your mouth turn you on?” She moans as I run my hand down her cheek. “Stop touching yourself.” She hesitates and whimpers, before putting her hand on my thigh. I hold her face, watching myself disappear between her lips a few more times before I start to feel that tingle in my spine. “Stop.” I lift her under her arms, standing her up and turning her around. Then I place her hands on the shower wall. My fingers slide over her clit. “You’re soaked; you love sucking me off, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, pressing back and trying to get more contact. I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder at the same time I slam into her. One arm goes around her waist, my free hand goes between her legs, and I play with her clit.
“Shit, Trevor!” she yells, her hand reaches behind her, going around to grab onto the muscle of my ass to pull me deeper into her. She leans her head to the side, her mouth seeking mine, and our tongues touch. I’m lost in her.
“You’re never leaving me.” I slam into her, punctuating my words. “You’re never getting rid of me. Tell me you want to have my child.”
“Yes!” she screams, convulsing around me. Her * pulls me in, bringing on my own orgasm. I lay my forehead against her back, trying to catch my breath. I know that it’s f*cked up to ask her to have my baby when I know she’s getting ready to have an orgasm; but f*ck, I need her tied to me. “Oh my God! What was that?” she laughs.
“A moment that will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.” I lift my head from her back. Her forehead is resting against her arm on the tile wall. I slide out of her slowly; I hate losing the heat of her. I turn her around, kissing her before burying my face in her neck, absorbing her smell.
“Are you okay?” she asks softly, hugging me a little tighter.
“Yeah, let’s get washed up. I’ll tell you what’s going on while you have some coffee.”
“Alright, but give me a second; my legs are still kind of wobbly.”
I smile, making her eyes narrow. “Come here. I’ll wash you up.” I spend quite a bit of time washing her, and then eating her out, before I shut off the water and step out of the shower. I hold out a towel for her to wrap up in before I pull one down for me to dry off. Once we’re dressed and in the kitchen, I tell her about Cash and Jules. The more I talk, the more pissed off she becomes.