Sage

Sage

My legs stretch out as long and as fast as they can in these heels, which I’ll admit isn’t very fast. The pounding of Trevor’s feet from behind me sounds closer and closer until I get to the front door. I go for the handle when disappointment sinks into my stomach. Locked, duh. I try to press my finger against the scanner, but it’s too late.

In the next moment, Trevor is behind me, his front against my back, caging me against the large wooden door.

“Caught ya, Little Raven. What do I win?” he asks as he runs his nose up the length of my neck before his teeth nip at the flesh of my ear.

“A pat on the back?” I guess.

His rough laugh rumbles in my ear, sending goose bumps running up and down my skin.

“So fucking sassy. I told you to shut up, or I’d stuff your mouth full.”

One of his large hands drops to my waist, spinning me to face him before he reaches into his pants and pulls his already hardening cock back out. Fuck. Talk about a reboot rate.

I think about refusing him, about torturing him with some more banter or something, but I’m too fucking turned on for any of that right now, and I drop to my knees right there on his front porch. Not because he told me to, but because I want to.

The cement slab bites at my bare knees, and I shuffle a bit to adjust when I feel something soft sliding underneath me. I look down to see Trevor’s designer suit jacket laying just in front of me as he gestures for me to move onto it.

“How chivalrous of you,” I say with feigned delight and a million bats of my eyelashes.

“Figured it was the least I could do since I’m gonna fuck the hell out of your mouth.”

My eyes narrow at him, but I don’t have time to say a word before his cock is pressing against my lips, pushing his way inside my mouth. I take him until he hits the back of my throat before he draws out and does it again. He keeps pushing deeper and deeper until his cock is fully down my throat.

“Fucking hell, how are you not gagging?” Trevor curses as his hands cup the back of my head, encouraging my movements.

I want to tell him that his cock really isn’t that big, but that would be a lie. Trevor has hands down the biggest cock I’ve ever taken, and if I had a gag reflex, I’d be struggling right now. Thankfully for both of us, I don’t, and I’m enjoying this too much to give him shit.

Some women don’t enjoy sucking dick, and that’s okay. I, on the other hand, love it. The actual act of it is okay. Not overly pleasing per se, but it’s the power. No matter how big and strong or powerful a man is, when a woman is on her knees for him, she’s the one who is in control.

I tilt my head up to find Trevor is already staring at me, his hips thrusting against me as he fucks my mouth. My tongue runs up and down the length of him, the taste of myself still lingering against him. Again, probably not a common response, but I actually don’t mind the taste of myself. And the fact that I’m tasting it because I just rode his dick not five minutes ago in a moving car with a little audience, yeah, that shit is hot.

“Fuck, you take me so good, baby. You like sucking my dick, don’t you?” he asks as I nod.

“Of course you do. You’re so good at it. At least this mouth is good for more than just being a smart-ass.”

I nip at the side of his cock in warning, causing him to let out a half yelp, half chuckle. His hand pushes against my head, forcing me to take him deeper as I slip my hand beneath my dress and begin rubbing myself. Not two seconds pass, though, before Trevor is pushing away from me and stepping toward the door. He unlocks it in record time before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

He heads straight for the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. My head bounces with each step, and I punch his back when he takes the last step jerkily.

“Asshole! Put me down!” I say, to which he ignores me as he continues jogging down the hallway before getting to his room.

Kicking his bedroom door open, he wastes no time before he drops me onto a plush bed that I practically sink into. I push away the down comforter beneath me just before Trevor reaches down, spreading my thighs wide apart, burying his face between them.

“Shit!” I gasp as my hand goes to the back of his head, my fingers pushing through his thick blond hair as his tongue begins to attack me.

He licks, sucks, and tongue fucks me, all while his hands run up and down my bare skin, pushing my dress up further and further. It’s an overload of sensations that has me practically shaking, and with two flicks of his tongue over my clit, I’m falling over the edge, again, screaming out my pleasure as I come all over his pretty boy face.

When my orgasm eases, he slowly rises from between my legs, a predatory look on his face that tells me he’s not nearly done with me yet. Not sure I’ve ever met a man so ready to go back-to-back rounds like this, but I’m fucking here for it.

Shoving down his pants and kicking them to the side, he makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt as I pull my dress up and over my head. As soon as the soft fabric passes my face, he’s on me again. Our mouths are a wild battle of tongues, lips and teeth. It’s nothing short of ravenous, and at this moment, it’s all I crave.

Trevor grips my thighs tightly, spreading them wide before pushing them back. His eyebrows raise in surprise as they continue to go and go until they are almost parallel to my head.

“Bendy little thing, aren’t you?” he says almost to himself before he pushes inside me once again.

“Reckless little thing fucking me not once, but twice, with no protection, aren’t you?” I sass back as his thrust rubs the head of his cock against my G-spot.

He pauses for a moment, like the lust haze has eased back for a moment and allowed him a moment of clarity.

“You’re covered, right?”

“Lucky for me, yes. You clean?”

He rolls his eyes. “You know we get tested regularly.”

“I also know your reputation, though with the game I saw tonight, I can’t imagine where those rumors stem from.”

That comment earns a sharp snap of his hips that damn near has me crawling up the wall.

“Yeah, Raven? I don’t have game? Is that why I’m buried in your tight cunt right now? Filling you up until my cum is dripping out of you?”

“Yep,” I gasp, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sassy comeback.

“Thought so,” he chuckles as he rests his hands on my thighs and continues fucking me. My body jerks as he thrusts into my G-spot again and again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grit through clenched teeth as I hold onto my legs, closing my eyes tight to try to hold off my third orgasm of the night.

“I don’t think so, Little Raven. Show me those pretty eyes. Look at me while I fill you up.”

My eyes fly open, and as if that’s all he needed, he loses it, his cock twitching just before he comes, sending me shattering apart right along with him. I thrust against him, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure I can out of this until my body collapses.

Trevor flops down on top of me, barely allowing my legs to come back down before he practically squishes me. We lay there in silence, existing in this blissful little post-orgasmic bliss before reality sets in, and Trevor takes a deep breath before rolling onto his back on the bed.

Blowing out a calming breath I try to gain my wits. That was stupid. I hate Trevor. He’s a self-absorbed prick. Albeit a self-absorbed prick with a wicked tongue and a huge dick, but that’s neither here nor there.

Besides, I’m stuck in his house for at least a few more days. I mean, not technically, I guess. It’s not like Erica is my mom. I don’t have to stay here. At the time, I was just too anxious and scared to fight her. The weight of my current situation has a chill running up my spine, and my distaste for Trevor Michaels is waning. Talk about the definition of the lesser of two evils.

Slowly, I go to stand, doing the awkward hobble to the bathroom before cleaning myself up. When I come out, I see Trevor sitting up on his bed now wearing a pair of boxers and an uncomfortable look. I raise an eyebrow at him as I make my way over to the discarded dress on the floor.

“Look,” he says. “That was great, but you obviously know I’m not in a place for feelings or relationships or—”

I can’t help but laugh, quickly cutting him off as I shake my head and smile. He frowns at me as he crosses his arms.

“Dude, we fucked. It’s not like we are picking out engagement rings. Don’t think about it too hard. I don’t usually do repeats, but I’ve been stressed lately, and at least I don’t have to pay for an Uber to get back home for the night, so win-win.”

He blinks, his face full of confusion but his mouth tightly shut.

Okayyy? Gripping my discarded clothes, I give him an awkward wave before I walk out the bedroom door and down the hall back to the spare room that is temporarily mine. The biggest reason I don’t do repeats is because the first guy I did do a repeat with ended up being the literal devil himself. I’m sure that I wouldn’t come across the same situation twice, but I’m not willing to take that chance.

Even if I’ve slept with Trevor before, it’s not like it really matters. He can hardly pay attention for longer than two minutes to a woman who isn’t Erica, and even if he says he wants to get over her, I think we both know that’s bullshit.

So, until I leave I guess, I wouldn’t be opposed to breaking my repeat rule a few times, especially if there isn’t anything good on TV, or I just feel like having my pussy eaten by a man who acts like it’s his last meal.