Need Me - Being Trevor's Toy (3 page)

“Beautiful. I must be careful and make sure I don’t inadvertently tear them.”

My heart swells. I smile and reach up to trace his dark brow before feathering my fingers down the side of his jaw. “I’ve missed you, Mr. Trevor St. John.”

“I’ve missed you as well, Miss Rebecca Wilson.”

His soft voice fills me with dangerous longing. The barriers are sliding down. “Do you know what I did on Sunday?”

“No, tell me.”

His gorgeous, brilliantly blue eyes show me his sincerity. He truly wants to know. There’s dead silence whenever we part. No phone calls, e-mails, or texts. It’s deliberate by design. Trevor can’t be who he needs to be if he’s pining for contact. It’s not easy but I respect his needs. I curate my experiences; selecting the ones I know will humor and interest him.

Lying in his lap, head pillowed by his arm, I say, “I had an enormous chocolate sundae. Bananas, sprinkles—the works.”

“I’m jealous.”

“I even took a picture so you can see how phenomenally awesome it was.”

Trevor sighs. “You are such a naughty minx. You know how much I look forward to eating those with you. Now you will have had two while I only get one.”

“Mmm, I’m terrible. Greedy, really.”

“What else did you do that was bad?”

I tilt my head, considering my reply, looking all the world like a fibber.

Trevor bounces his knee. “Out with it.”

My lips turn up in an impish grin. “I masturbated. Nine times.”

“Nine times! Did you even try to control yourself?”

“No.”

He leans down and kisses me. For such a firm mouth, his lips are so incredibly soft. It’s homecoming when his tongue slides into my mouth. My nipples immediately harden, yearning for his attention. I pant, excited by a simple, sweet kiss.

Trevor moves back. His mouth is wet from mine. “Seems like I have a dirty girl in my lap. I should clean her…thoroughly.”

I nod, eager and excited. He scoops me up and carries me down the long hall leading to the master suite. The room is shadowed but my eyes are still drawn to the enormous bed crouched in the middle. Trevor has debauched me countless times on its surface. He’s made me scream in bliss. He’s made me cry as many times. I’ve slept the sleep of the dead there, curled in his arms and at peace with my world.

I so love that bed.

Trevor glances down. His smirk communicates knowledge of my carnal thoughts.

“I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep tonight, Rebecca. I’ve had to go far too long without you.”

“My offer still stands.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “As much as I appreciate it, I really don’t see how becoming your full-time sex slave will make either of us happy. You don’t want a slave, my dear.”

I shrug and say “It was just a suggestion!” while in total agreement. I don’t want Trevor submissive. At least not very often. Every now and then would be nice. But only for a little bit.

Trevor walks into the luxurious bathroom, more chamber than room, and sets me on my feet. I’m still wearing my heels but don’t step out of them. Trevor turns on the water and the tub begins to fill. There is no comforting mask of sound. The water doesn’t roar noisily. It glides out, whisper-quiet from ridiculously expensive plumbing.

Personally, I prefer my bathroom with its loud exhaust fan.

I want to undress him. I would if we were normal. Instead, I wait for Trevor to direct me, to let me know what is acceptable to him this time around. It changes like quicksand beneath my feet if I’m not careful.

Trevor typically doesn’t like to be touched. It makes him uncomfortable. Emotional neglect has that kind of effect. Which is why it’s amazing that he reacts the way he does sexually. Trevor is all hugs, kisses, and caresses then. He isn’t afraid to touch anything with his hands, mouth, or cock.

My fingers curl. It’s difficult sometimes to be so passive when all I really want to do is shove him to the stone floor and have my wicked way with him.

“Come here.”

Finally! I stride over to him. I know my eyes have already told their bawdy tale. Trevor pulls me close and cups the back of my small head in his large hand. “Undress me, you dirty girl.”

I’m a dirty girl for now. Soon I’ll be a bitch or slut. I can’t wait.

I unknot his tie, rolling it carefully before placing it on the vanity behind him. It’s the only thing I allow myself to be patient with. His shirt buttons slip free while I arch up and press my mouth against his. I can’t be this close to him without kissing him. Trevor tastes delicious and I’m soon whimpering with dizzy delight. My hands shove his white shirt off his shoulders before yanking his undershirt over his head. Then I’m fumbling with his belt.

I can’t get Trevor naked fast enough.

I unbutton his slacks and push them past his narrow hips. My arm brushes against the firm bulge waiting for me. I sink my teeth into his plump lower lip as I cup him and squeeze.

Trevor groans and whispers, “Hurry.”

My time is running out. He’s going to take over soon. Trevor can’t be passive even when he’s supposed to be.

Regretful for a moment, I leave off and kiss my way down his body. Easily distracted by the delightful bounty that is Trevor I find myself enthralled with his wide muscled chest. His nipples call to me. I close my lips over one and suck, enjoying the pebbling of his flesh beneath my tongue. Trevor inhales deeply and a thrill shoots through me.

I love bringing him pleasure large and small.

Unsatisfied with just touching him through fabric, I slip my hand inside his athletic briefs. My palm rubs along the length of his straining cock. I grip it firmly in my hand.

I give his cock a nice stroke. I want it in my mouth. I drop to my knees and yank his pants and underwear down. My fingers quickly untie his shoes. I hurry and slip them off his feet before doing the same with his socks. Soon he’s naked, clothes lying in a messy pile next to me.

My lusty gaze finds his. I ask for permission to suck his beautiful cock.

Trevor nods, eyes glittering brilliant blue. Sometimes I swear he says no just to be perverse because I know how much he loves me on my knees for him. Thankfully, tonight he’s not in the mood to deny me this.

I reach out and skate my hand along his impressive length. I admit it—I’m a size queen. I love Trevor’s big cock. I love the sounds it makes me emit. I love the incredible fullness it brings when he’s inside me.

I lean forward, mouth already watering for him. I moan when my lips slide over the broad head. I tongue the underside and suck softly, teasing him by not letting anything more into my mouth. This goes on for several minutes until Trevor cups my jaw and growls, “Open.”

I obey, already liquefied by his command. Trevor thrusts his hips forward in a sharp, steady rhythm while still keeping his hand on my jaw. I reach out and dig my short nails into his upper thighs. My mouth is no longer mine. It’s Trevor’s.

His to use however he sees fit.

He hits the back of my throat and I automatically gag. I tilt my head away, automatically inviting Trevor to lean forward so he can possess me completely.

Soon my nose is pressed against his dark crisp hair. I inhale, aroused further by the masculine scent that is uniquely Trevor. Eventually the tub faucet shuts off automatically. It is the only sound apart from my needy moans and Trevor’s deeper groans.

He uses my mouth thoroughly, alternating between short quick strokes and longer, penetrating ones. Greedy, he never fully leaves my mouth.

My tongue reaches out to lay flat against his heavy sack. He holds me in place, obviously enjoying the sensations. I curl the tip, moving it as much as I can. The skin tightens in response. Trevor is close.

I wasn’t always such an expert in giving Trevor head but practice makes perfect and I’ve had plenty of yummy practice. Before Trevor, I thought I knew how to give head. Wrong. I didn’t know how to do half the things I do now.

My tongue laves his balls. He presses closer. I’m open completely, feeling Trevor deep inside me. I’m long used to the sensation and thoroughly enjoy having my world narrow down to Trevor’s cock and balls.

My lace panties are beyond soaked. Warm liquid slides down my thighs. I’m afraid I’ll come if I touch myself. I clench hard with each of Trevor’s quick thrusts. My pussy is jealous of the attention my mouth is getting. So is my ass.

I’m definitely Trevor’s dirty girl.

His breathing changes. I feel him swell. My lips tighten further around his shaft and I suck even harder. The loud, wet sounds of my mouth make my pussy constrict further. I’m so incredibly aroused by pleasuring Trevor. It only goes to prove my natural submission to this beautiful man.

Trevor’s hands fall onto my shoulders. I manage to look up at him so I can watch the exquisite transformation when he comes. Trevor feels my heated gaze and fixes his stare on me. Soon needy sounds erupt from his throat. I watch as orgasm overtakes him.

Hardness tightens his face first then pure relaxation softens its lines, spreading across until Trevor looks as one who’s found heaven. Hot come fills my mouth. I swallow greedily, sucking every last drop out of his cock until there’s nothing more left for me.

Trevor huffs once and leans back against the vanity. He murmurs my name while trying to find his breath. I sit on my heels, content to watch him forever. This gorgeous man is mine.

Always.

I own him as much as he owns me. I’ve bound him to me with my body, heart, and soul. I don’t want to imagine a life where he’s not in it.

God, I know it can’t be healthy to be this obsessed but I am.

“Your mouth is amazing, Rebecca. I can’t wait to fuck it again.”

“Mmm…is that all you can’t wait to fuck?” I ask coy and knowing his answer before he says it.

“You’ll find out soon enough, you little cock-hungry slut.”

That’s progress. I’ve moved up from dirty girl.

Trevor’s gaze zeroes in onto my thighs. “My, my. Look at all that juice. Spread your legs and let me have a better look.”

I widen my seated stance. He sees the glistening sheen on my bare skin. His gaze darkens. I look at his cock. It hasn’t lost its hardness yet. Hopefully it won’t.

“Does the pretty pussy want to come?”

I nod and answer eagerly, “Yes!”

“Hmm…then finger-fuck yourself until she does.”

I pull my drenched panties to the side. I know what Trevor sees—bare lips open obscenely, wet and hungry for anything to give it pleasure. I slide two fingers inside, using them to massage my hard clit. I don’t bend at the waist to shield myself from his view. Instead, I lean back and balance myself on one hand. I’m ever so grateful for my strong dancer’s body and flexibility. It makes being a pervert so much easier.

Trevor’s gaze is fixated on the space between my thighs. He follows my hand’s every move. I’m so wet I can barely keep my fingers from sliding off. I’m so close to coming but I can’t help but prolong it, fascinated as I am by Trevor’s singular focus.

“Hurry, slut. My water is getting cold.”

You see? Perverse.

I open myself further as my hips undulate with each pass of my fingers. Soon, I’m gasping as the liquid burn centers in my belly. My body stiffens and I cry out as I’m drenched in hot pleasure.

Trevor lifts me up and kisses me hard. I continue to shake from the aftermath and cling to his body, wanting him to share in my ecstasy. Eventually, Trevor rests his forehead against mine. My breathing slows, following his without conscious thought.

“Was it good?”

“Very.”

His lips taste mine. “You’re such a hot bitch, you know that?”

I link my arms around his neck. “You make me that way.”

Trevor chuckles while setting back down on my feet. He unhooks my bra without preamble and pulls my underwear down. He carefully lifts one leg and slips a heel off before doing the same with the other.

While my leg is lifted, Trevor shoves his face between my open thighs. His tongue swishes across my still-wet pussy. I hold myself still, feeling the throb in my lower body as a pleasant reminder of what’s to come.

He thrusts two fingers inside me and pulls them out before sucking on them hard. Trevor expresses his approval for my taste audibly. He’s not trying to make me come. He’s just taking what’s his. Once I’m licked clean, he stands up and grabs me by the wrist. I’m pulled over to the still-steaming tub. Trevor steps in first and then has me follow.

It’s a sinfully large basin of white marble. It’s big enough for him to lay his large frame on the bottom and still have several inches to spare. It’s also deep enough for me to mount him and have the water lap at my breasts. Trevor never lets me bathe in it alone, teasing that he’s afraid I’m so small I’ll drown in its depths.

At least I think he’s teasing.

Trevor unpins my hair, loosening it from its severe prison. I move until I’m on my knees between his thighs. We stare at one another. Words settle on the tip of my tongue.

Are you a little bit happier now? Can you see how much happier I am? It’s hell to be away from you. I miss you so much that sometimes I think I’ll go crazy from it. How did I become this person? Will you ever help me stop?

I’m sure Trevor can see all the unbalanced love I hold for him displayed right there in my dark pupils. Unnerved from the strength of my own emotions, I close my eyes, needing to hide for just a little bit.

Trevor tugs on a lock of my hair. I look at him and notice the frown on his face. He doesn’t understand that I’m pulling away from
me
not him. I smile. My fingers comb through his hair to make amends. Dark strands fall forward, making Trevor look younger than his thirty-five years. He relaxes as my nails scrape along his scalp.

The tenderness in my heart competes with the lust coiling in my belly. I want him properly inside my body but also thoroughly enjoy the moments of just being this way with Trevor.

The sex is magnificent but it’s not just the sex that keeps me enchanted by him. It’s these moments. He trusts me when he trusts no one. For a man so terrified of love, Trevor takes a risk every time he let’s me indulge my need to be close to him.