“Yeah.” She nods, curiosity splayed on her face. I lean in, kissing the spot I just touched, adding soft licks. Her taste, mixed with flowers from her perfume, makes me moan.
“Trey,” she huffs.
“That spot makes me want to leave my mark.” Leaning back I lightly kiss her, biting her bottom lip, seeking approval for access.
“You see these lips?” This time she doesn’t need to answer, I finish for her. “These lips”—I kiss her again with a sweep of my tongue, making contact with hers—“they make me hard. They make me want more of your taste.” Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I know she’s leaving all insecurities back on that couch.
“These legs, you see them?” Biting her lip, she nods. “They make me want to get lost, they make me want to wrap them around my waist and lose myself in you for hours, days. Shit, I’d stay there forever if I could.”
“You’re obsessed with me, you should get help.” She’s trying to hide her arousal with a sense of humor. That’s cute…nice try.
Reaching around her, I place both my hands on her round ass. “You see this ass?” I haven’t broken my trance; no smile has passed over my face. I’m as serious as they come, she’s gonna fucking kill me just by being everything she is.
“How could I miss it? The thing is huge,” she retorts. I bring one hand back and then return it quickly, giving her a slap that makes her yelp and grind against me.
“This thing makes me want to spank it whenever you get insecure or sassy.” She starts grinding harder on me, trying to find friction, and it feels so fucking good.
“Got it, woman? You’re fucking gorgeous and you have no idea how much it turns me on to know you’re inexperienced, fucking untouched. Because that means I get all of your firsts and it saves a ton of people.”
She stills a little, but keeps up a light friction against my hardness. “Saves a ton of people from what?”
“From me kicking their asses, because you, baby, are mine. Always. No other man can touch what’s mine.”
“I love you, Trey,” she says, grinding harder against me and moving my hands to her hips. I help her and start dragging her against me.
“Yeah, does that feel good, baby? You’re so sexy,” I say, watching her. She’s so intoxicating when she’s about to come. Her neck reddens, her cheeks flush pink, her lips part slightly, and her tight nipples peak hard on her perky tits. That’s what all my wet dreams are made of, this fucking Aphrodite in front of me.
“Come on me, baby, come against my cock. You feel how big it is, how much I want you. Come, beautiful.” Throwing her head back, I cover her mouth with my hand, silencing her strangled moans. She’s moaning so loud I know it didn’t do much. I’m sure she woke the whole apartment building.
“I can’t wait until you come like that on my dick, baby.”
“I can’t wait until you make love to me.” She swallows back a shy grin, confessing the sweetest truth.
“It’ll be like nothing you can imagine, beautiful,” I stroke her cheek with my thumb, looking her face over one more time. “Now hop up and go shower. I’m gonna run to my apartment and grab a shower and bring my bags here, we leave at five a.m.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance and grunts at the thought.
“Why are we leaving so early?” she huffs the question, removing her nighty and letting it fall on the vintage white chair by her bathroom door.
“Because we only have two days to get there, and I don’t want to make that trip in one day, do you?” I challenge her as she looks over her shoulder. She doesn’t break eye contact as she unhooks her bra. Her seductive gaze putting me right back in the mindset I was in a second ago, when she was grinding on me. I need to leave, and I need to do it quickly, or this road trip can say sayonara.
“Babe, quit looking at me like that and march that pretty round ass into that shower. I’ll be back.” I begrudgingly tear my eyes off of her and force myself out of her room. I wish tomorrow would hurry up; I want my girl to myself.
Shayla
I’M PULLED FROM A deep sleep to a sound coming from the wall above my headboard. It’s a pounding noise followed by loud noises. It sounds like someone’s yelling or shouting. I shoot out of bed when I realize Lana’s room is on the other side, causing me to feel instant panic. The only time I have ever heard her yell or scream is when she was with Joel, or at the hands of Joel. I don’t have time to think. I just go. My feet hit the ground and I push off the bed.
Before I can get my butt off the bed, my arm is grasped and I’m pulled back abruptly, causing worry to set in. Did he bring someone with him, to keep me down while he got her? That asshat should be locked up. How did he get out? My mind instantly wants to scream for Trey. Where is he? I remember falling asleep with him behind me, keeping me spooned and warm.
My question is answered and my fear put to rest when I hear that smooth, deep voice coming from the spot next to me. “Baby, shh. It’s okay. It’s just Lana and Kings.” I calm down enough to turn and look at him lying on the bed. He has his pajama clad legs folded, one over the other, and one arm behind his head, leaving all his muscles and defined edges on display. He has a firm grip on my wrist, holding me to him. I’m so glad it wasn’t what I thought it was, I was so scared. This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up in a panic, most often after a nightmare. Typically, I’ll poke my head in to check on Lana, breathing a sigh of relief when she’s perfectly safe sleeping away.
“Wait, you mean?” I stop, listening closely as I hear more clearly what Lana’s saying, well, moaning. Oh my God, I freaked out over thinking she was being attacked when really they’re just having sex and I mean sex. Like wild sex, they are moaning like they’re singing in the opera.
“Yep, how do you think I feel?” Trey says. A laugh escapes my sealed lips, making a spitting noise, and I quickly cover my mouth with my hand.
“Oh—my—God. I’ve never heard them, you know, doing that before,” I state, still covering my mouth in horror. I mean that’s my best friend and my brother!
“Your brother knows the fucking guy code. Keep it the fuck down, you two!” I’m thrown into a fit of laughter when Trey bangs on the wall. The knock does nothing to stop them. In fact, the moaning gets louder.
“Okay, ew. That’s my brother,” I state, getting up and walking to the bathroom. The farther away the better.