Until Trevor (Until, #2)(50)

“Why not? Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see how much you trust me.” I pull her hands up above her head, stretching her out underneath me. “Keep your hands up here.” I sit up, straddling her, running my hands down over the smooth skin of her arms. I trail my fingers lower down, grazing the sides of her breasts, along her ribs. Then I use my hands to move back up her waist, cupping her breasts, trapping her nipples between my middle and pointer fingers. I pull up, her body arching off the bed. “Don’t move your hands.” I tell her, when she goes to lift them off the bed.

“I thought you were going to tie me down?” she moans. I smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“We’re working on trust. I trust you to keep your hands above your head.”

“Oh.” She lets out a disappointed breath, making me smile and her eyes narrow. My fiancée doesn’t like to admit it, but she is definitely a dirty girl.

“Keep your hands where they are.” I lean over the side of the bed, grabbing the first thing I find, which happens to be her lace panties.

“What are you doing with those?”

“You’ll see,” I say, pulling her up a little higher on the bed so her hands reach the headboard. I cross her wrists over one another, and then use the lacy panties. I wind them around her wrists, and then the slat in the headboard. “Now, where was I?” I look her over, before lifting both her legs with my hands and sit her ass against my thighs, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Now, let’s start over.” I run my palms from her stomach to her breasts, palming both, before tugging on her nipples. I watch as she arches her back, her * rubbing against my cock, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. I let go of her nipples, holding onto her at her ribcage. I keep one there, moving the other hand past her lower belly, then using my thumb to slide over her clit, her hips circle, rubbing against my cock again. “Hold on to the headboard, baby,” I tell her, before I pull her feet from around my waist, setting them onto the bed next to my hips. I lift her slightly, flexing my hips, and slide deep inside her. Her body is completely in the air, almost like she’s doing a back bend, making it easy for me to pound into her with a slight raise of my hips.

“Oh God! I'm going to pass out,” she moans.

“You won’t,” I tell her, slamming up into her harder, one hand tugging her nipples, the other traveling lower to play with her clit.

“I'm…I'm going to pass out,” she yells, as her body starts to convulse, her * strangling my cock.

“Fuck!” I yell, holding her hips. One, two, and three more stokes and I sit back on my calves, wrapping her legs back around my hips, then lean forward, untying her hands, pulling her up to me. Her body is boneless; her heart is beating a hundred miles an hour and both our bodies are covered in sweat.

“That was…that was…wow,” she whispers, then starts to laugh. “Were you in the circus?” she laughs louder, making me laugh.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Well, I felt like some kind of circus performer standing on my head.”

“What kind of circuses have you gone to, perv?” I chuckle, making her laugh harder. Knowing that this is what I have to look forward to made me feel like a f*cking king. Having a woman who was not only beautiful, but someone I could talk to about anything and laugh with was priceless.


Chapter 10



Liz

I look up as I see the door to the shop open. November walks in carrying July. “Hey, how’s it going?” I ask, putting out our new shipment of handbags.

“Good! I just got back from my dad’s. He had to get his July fix,” November says, walking back behind the cash register to sit on the stool.

“Is he still telling you that you can move home?” I ask, laughing. Mike doesn’t like to give up his time with his granddaughter, so lately, he has been telling November that she should move home so he can have full time access to her.

“No, he stopped saying that after Asher heard him and thought he was serious,” she smiles. “You should have seen the look on his face.”

“No way,” I shake my head. “Asher happy is slightly scary. Asher mad? No thanks.”

“Oh, he’s not that bad,” she says, kissing July all over her cute chubby face.

“So says the girl who’s married to him,” I laugh. The chime above the door goes off again. This time, Jen’s friend Britney walks in, with Cash’s baby-momma Jules. November and I share a look; both of us have been lectured about being nice. I don’t know Jules at all, but if she’s hanging out with Jen or Jen’s friends, I'm not sure that I want to know her. “Hi, can I help you guys?” I ask them, stepping towards the front of the store.

“Do you have baby stuff?” Jules asks, rubbing her stomach.

“We have a few things, but not many. They’re in that section,” I say, pointing towards the back of the store.

“Thanks,” Britney says. Jules walks off, leaving Britney standing in front of me, twirling her hair.

“Do you need something else?”

“You know she’s pregnant with Cash’s baby, so does she get, like, a discount or something?” Britney asks, making me want to punch her in her boob.