Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“You’re so small and delicate, baby. You’ll be the most beautiful fucking sight when you’re carrying our child.” The sword in my chest digs deeper, but the desire in my stomach flourishes.

“Fuck me, Trey.” I’m so horny and deprived of his cock that it’s all I can think of. I don’t want soft and sweet, I want to be rough and uninhibited. I want him to punish me for hiding this secret and pushing him away.

My words stir the beast inside Trey, the one lurking on standby. Flipping us over, he lies over me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. My hands are so small that both of mine fit in just one of his. Biting and sucking on the flesh from my ear to my neck, he elicits a moan from my lips, and I thrash deliciously under him. We’re both grinding and searching for friction to relieve ourselves but no one can win. We can’t get close enough. I need him naked and inside me, quicker than the pace we are going now.

“You want it rough? You like it when I fuck you hard because you’re fucking dirty, baby?” He pinches my pebbled nipple with his free hand before he slides down my body, roughly pinching and squeezing me. Before I answer, I’m filled with two of his long, skilled fingers.

“Trey!” My back bows off the bed, my toes curling from the sudden invasion.

“You act like a goody-good when you’re around everyone, but when I get you under me, you turn into my dirty woman, you need your man’s cock, baby?” His voice is so low, like the devil himself is speaking. Turning me on further, past the brink of return.

“I’m bad, and I want you to fuck me into submission, Trey.” He lets out a restrained moan as he removes his fingers from my core. Bringing them to his mouth, he sucks them clean. I watch him like I’m in captivity. Watching my caged animal take what he wants from me.

“You taste so sweet.” I feel his hand tugging against the button of his jeans then I hear the slide of his zipper. Letting himself free, his erection slaps my clit and I moan out louder than before.

“Trey!” Filling me in one swift motion, my mouth opens in a wide “O”, no words but a strangled cry comes out. I watch his eyes roll back as he bites his sexy bottom lip. Those full lips that I love to kiss.

“Milk it, baby, you’re squeezing me like a fucking glove. Fuck.” He starts pounding into me with reckless abandonment. My fully naked body under his clothed one showing us that this isn’t lovemaking, this is pure carnality. We haven’t touched each other for far too long, we both can’t restrain ourselves. I’m surprised we lasted that long. I haven’t touched myself, but I’m sure he spent many nights thinking of me while he stroked all nine, long, thick inches of himself. I’m confident in my body to know it’s on his mind daily. My body is his unhealthy obsession. I can only hope he never breaks that habit.

“Did you think of me when you got off?” I moan. Looking up from his favorite spot in my neck, he smiles the smuggest of smiles.

“I thought of your juicy, warm pussy in my mouth. I pictured your tiny legs around my waist as I pounded mercilessly into your tight heat.” I detonate around him with the image he’s describing. I orgasm fast and hard, the contractions pulling him in deeper.

“I’m coming, baby, I’m gonna fill you with my cum and then watch it run down your sexy legs.” Those dirty words sound unbelievably desirable coming from his lips.

I feel his hot spurts jet inside me, adding to my dwindling orgasm.

Coming down from our sexual high, he flips and my top half is pulled partially on top of him, my slick skin lining his fully clothed one.

“That was fucking incredible. I needed that,” he huffs out.

“Yeah, it was.” I prop my chin on my relaxed hand that lies on his chest. “The view here’s incredible. I’m excited for the next few days with you.”

“Me, too. Honestly, that water’s calling my name.” He gestures his head to the side toward the view of the ocean.

“Right. It’s been so rainy in Seattle lately. I’m getting pale, I need some sun.”

“You aren’t pale. I’m excited to lie out and be fucking lazy with you.” He kneads his fingers into my biceps, waking up my sore muscles.

“Right…I do feel bad for leaving L to fend for herself,” I admit, knowing that Lana is holding down the fort back home, like the rock star best friend I know her to be.

“Have you two thought about hiring one or two full-time employees to help out?” I shrug.

“Yes and no, I kind of like being busy all the time. It keeps me sane. You know me, I’m a busybody.” I chuckle, fixating my eyes on his neck; they drift from there to look over the details of his handsome face.

“You are, but you still need to take some time for you and not feel guilty about it.”

“True. I don’t know, maybe I’ll bring it up with Lana when I get back. What about you? How are things at the studio?” I question, I haven’t talked to him much about work or anything in his life really. I mastered the art of avoidance these past couple of weeks. Worst of all, I haven’t asked him how he’s feeling about Pops. Worst girlfriend award, right here.

“Things are pretty steady right now. We’re starting with two new local bands next week and they want me and Kings to help them write a song. Which is a first. Local bands tend to be more cocky and sure of their talent. They don’t like just anybody coming in and telling them how to do music.”

“Wow, are you nervous?” He scoots up on the bed a little more, resting his back on the headboard, cradling me tighter to him.

“No, not really. Kingston and I really do work well together, so no.” I love when Trey exudes self-assurance; it’s a major turn on.

“Yeah, you are.” He squeezes my shoulder and kisses my forehead. We sit in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company.

Breaking the quiet, I decide it’s my turn to give back to him for all the nice things he has done for me the past twenty-four hours. He basically forgave me for being the world’s biggest twat.