Chapter 8
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I still don’t know what has possessed me to do this. If I was thinking clearly, I know I wouldn’t be here, but I can’t turn back now.
My fist trembles as I hold it up in front of the door and take a deep breath. Soon, I will find out if I was picking up the correct vibes from the shoot or not.
My heart pounds against my chest and echoes in my ears, drowning out everything else but my ragged breath.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
The muffled sounds of footsteps rushing towards the door has me thinking twice about this. My heart races as the door handle twists. Trevor’s angry voice slices right through me. Maybe this is a bad idea. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
The door whips open.
My breath hitches and I can’t breathe.
Trevor’s anger instantly disappears as confusion washes over his face. I almost jump for joy when I think I spot a faint glimpse of excitement in his eyes.
But nothing has prepared me to see him in only a towel, loosely dangling on his hips. My hand itches to reach out and yank the towel off him, so I can finally see if my imagination is as good as the real thing.
He glistens with little beads of water dripping down his tone chest and disappearing into the white towel. Heat rushes through me and before I know what I’m doing, I push him backwards as I dart inside, shutting the door behind me.
Click.
My heart skips a beat while my mind tries to catch up with what I’m doing. Right now, though, my body is in complete control and doing whatever it wants.
He furrows his eyebrows together as he tilts his head and stares at me. He opens his mouth slightly, but nothing comes out before he closes it again.
Before I lose my courage, I spit out, “I had to see you.” I take a step closer to him, and my heart slams hard again. I swallow the lump in my throat.
His eyes darken as his gaze drops to my luscious lips and then slowly sinks further down to my heaving chest and my round breasts.
Please, don’t let me be wrong.
I gather the remaining courage I need and ask, “Why did you run away from me? Did you hate how I acted?”
The words leave a sour taste in my mouth, but I want to know the truth. I was gaining some hope, but it almost dissolved into nothing when he bolted out of the studio.
I widen my eyes slightly, waiting patiently for his answer.
My eyes sting as I hold back the tears threatening to break free.
I need to stay strong and hear what he says. I can’t run away like he did.
The room grows silent as the tension builds between us. Something seems off, but I ignore it, wanting to get answers to my burning questions.
The minutes feel like hours as his looks change nonstop. At one point, I thought I could see love in his eyes, which had my heart racing. But the next second it is gone and so is my joy.
I bite my lower lip as my fingers nervously fiddle with the hem of my shirt.
This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.
My eyes glisten as the reality of everything hammers home. He doesn’t care.
I stumble backwards slightly. My breathing becomes shallow as I mumble, “I shouldn’t have come.”
One stubborn tear squeezes out of the corner of my eye, but before it can run down my cheek, I wipe it off with the back of my hand.
As I turn to leave, Trevor grabs my arm. “Why go? I didn’t say I didn’t want you here.”
My heart skips a beat, and I want to grasp at the slight hint of something more in his words, but I reluctantly let it go and shake my head. “I need to go.”
I pull my arm, trying to free it from his grasp, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he steps closer and whispers, “Don’t go.”
Every fiber in my body wants to believe him and yearns for him to pull me into his arms and resume where we left off. The pain of the earlier rejection stings, making me doubt his actions and my thoughts.
My lip quivers as I try to spit out my response.
His brown eyes soften as an unknown battle wages within him.
His musky scent with a hint of soap fills my nose and pulls me towards him. I can’t seem to fight the invisible force as my feet slide closer to him. His gaze flickers to my mouth before shifting back up to my eyes.
Hunger clouds his vision for a brief moment before he blinks, and it is gone.
No.
Something inside of me snaps and I lunge forward, wanting to have what we had on the film set, but not have anyone to interrupt us this time. My hand snakes around his neck while my moist lips capture him in a passionate kiss.
Instantly, I’m transported back to our time at the studio. Desire ignites within me as my fingers comb through his short, black hair. A moan slips from me. “Ahhh….”
My needy voice seems to break the last remaining barrier between us. Trevor wraps his muscular arm around my back and pulls me flush against his bare chest as his bulge brushes up against me.
My lips curl into a smile while we continue to devour each other. If I have anything to say about it, this will only be the beginning of something long term.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth. My grip tightens on his hair as I sway my hips back and forth, hoping to get some of the delicious friction which nearly sent me over the edge earlier tonight.
I choke back a whimper when I can’t reach the same level as before, but my disappointment soon changes to delight when he clamps his big hands on my butt and pulls me tight against him.
Yes. The glorious friction is back.
My core throbs as my body springs to life.
Together, we moan our satisfaction. “Ahhhh….”
He releases his hold on my mouth and moves along my jaw and down to my neck and my delicate skin beside my ear.
A warm shiver runs through my body as lust consumes me. “Trevor… I want more…”
He smiles against my skin as his fingers slide under my shirt. His warmth soaks into every part of me, and I eagerly welcome it.
His breath cascades along my sensitive neck, as his hands slowly lift my shirt up. “I thought you didn’t want…”
I know exactly what he is going to say next, but I don’t want to hear it and cut him off. “I’ve always wanted it. I didn’t think you wanted it, or I could stop once I started.”
He nibbles along my neck and nips at my sensitive spot, which makes my knees wobble. He stops his attack only long enough to whip my shirt off and toss it to the side. A smirk dances across his face as a spark glimmers in his eyes. “I’m glad you changed your mind.”
His eyes soak in my bare upper body and round breasts, barely covered by my lace bra.
One swift move and flick of his fingers and he unhooks my bra, setting my breasts free. He tosses the bra to the side, barely bushing the lacy fabric against my sensitive nipples, but it is enough to send a ripple of pleasure through me and harden my buds.
He doesn’t hide his hunger in his seductive voice or his hooded gaze. My body can’t agree more and aches for him to fill me full of his manhood.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tight against me. “No more talk. I want to do what I wish I could have done earlier.”
He pulls his head back a bit and raises an eyebrow, almost mocking me. But I’m done with all the chitchat. I want more and it needs to involve him moaning my name while he pounds into me.
I yank his head forward and capture him in a passionate kiss while I move my hips forward, hoping to hit something hard.
Trevor’s hands fumble with my pants as I deepen our kiss and dive my tongue into his mouth. The earlier scene at the studio flashes through my mind as I moan. “Uhmmmmmm…….”
His fingers snag the edge of my pants, and, in one fluid motion, he pushes my pants and lace underwear down. Wetness slides along my walls, and I yearn for something big and long. My hips sway forward hoping my body can brush along his bare manhood, but instead I’m blocked by an annoying towel.
My frustrations sore, but I won’t let it stop me. My hatred for the fabric pools in my hand as I rip the last barrier between us off him.
My countless number of wet dreams are finally coming true.
My front brushes up against his warm, wet body and his stiff manhood.
Yes! The wait is finally over!
I’m rocked by all the feelings and emotions I’ve never felt before. It is almost too much for me to handle as my limit comes into view.
My mouth releases my hold on his swollen lips. “Trevor… I’m not going to last long…”
As soon as the words are out, I want to take them back, but I can’t.
He moves his head and clamps onto my neck, sucking and biting. Pain radiates from the various spots, but I eagerly welcome it.
I don’t care if my whole body is full of his marks. As long as he is mine in the morning, I’ll be happy.
I dig my fingernails into his broad back as I sway my hips, chasing my paradise.
My heart skips a beat when his deep, husky voice whispers, “I can’t believe my dream is coming true.”
