Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

I shake my head, I’m not a fan of anything that gets in the way of Trey and his wicked tongue.

“Good, now lie back and relax, baby.”

I do just that, still a little nervous, public displays of affection are one thing, but anyone could drive by or see us. Trusting in Trey, knowing how jealous he is over my body, and how sacred the privacy of our sex life is to him, I relax.

Closing my eyes, I feel the sensations of everything he does. Placing one foot on the floorboard and the other on his shoulder, he kisses from my calf all the way up to my thigh. Splaying his large palm over my lower belly, he holds me down, and then I feel it, that warm, wet heat assault my core.

“Ah…Trey,” I moan into the cab of his truck, it feels small in here, my body already coated in a light sheen of sweat.

Trey circles my opening with hard lashes then flattens his tongue as he licks his way up to my clit. My body erupts in a shiver from my head to my toes, he knows how to please me so damn good.

“You taste sweet, so damn juicy.” His dirty words sound like a melody to my ears; I have become quite the lover of vocalism in bed.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, trying to circle my hips against his strong hold on me, he loosens up just bit so I can ride along with his tongue, meeting circle by circle.

“Aah!” My high-pitched yelp comes out in a rush of air when he slams what feels like two fingers inside me, circling deep in me until he hits that sweet spot, the one he finds every time. He growls.

“How do you—ohhh!” I can’t finish, his tongue is moving faster against my sensitive clit. “How do you do this to me?” I moan into the air, finally looking down at him. His eyes are vicious, attacking me with a stare down. It is dangerously sexy.

Pulling away, I mewl at the loss of his tongue, but with the loss of his tongue, he rewards me with fast strokes deep inside me with his long, skilled fingers.

“I know this body, the ins and fucking outs, I can please you with just a fucking look if I wanted to.” With each word, that sexy strain in his neck makes his veins bulge, and I so badly want to latch on and bite that manly neck of his.

“Then finish me, I…uh…I need it, baby!” Back on me like a leech, he sucks my clit hard and with that an eruption sets off inside me, my orgasm hitting me like the feel of a kick drum.

I scream, uninhibited and unashamedly, seeing black dots dance behind my closed lids and spiraling white sparks bursting from the edges.

“You feel better, more relaxed?” he asks, kissing the inside of my thigh while I regain a steady stream of easy breathing and a level head of consciousness.

“Yes…” That will have to suffice. He chuckles, righting my dress and helping me sit up, making sure I have equilibrium again.

“Good, now go to my place and I will go talk to your brother.”

“Isn’t he home?” I breathe out my question, still trying to gain back my self-control.

“No, I heard him and Lana on the phone, he said he was gonna stay there tonight with her, she wasn’t feeling well I guess.”

I do my best to act impassive, like her being sick isn’t anything unusual. I really hate keeping secrets. Glad that he misses my blatant discomfort, he steps back and lifts me out of the truck. I once again look around and take note that no one is around, that lasted maybe three minutes, so I think we’re in the clear. Dang, pregnancy has made me lose some stamina, I feel like I can come with just a flick of his finger, or the lick of his tongue.

“Okay, I will meet you there and, Trey, please be carful.” Leaning in, he smiles, my scent still lingering on his lips when he kisses me, making me ready for round two.

Control yourself, hormones.

“I promise I will make this right.” With that, he buckles me in and watches me drive off. I say a few silent prayers as I drive toward our place, I’m ready to move forward and forgive my brother for the things he said.

I TOOK A LONG BATH—of course—and now I’m finishing up some reports for work and paying some bills when I hear the front door open.

Trey and Kingston, I hope.

I’m in a loose tee of Trey’s and his briefs, my wet hair slicked back after running a brush through it. I hurry and climb off the bed and make my way to the living room.

“Trey!” I holler, stepping into the hallway, the living room and kitchen are now dark from the setting sun. When he doesn’t answer, I start walking toward the living room to see for myself, maybe he didn’t hear me.

“Trey? Kingston? Is that you?” Clearing the hallway, my eyes adjust to the darkness and just as they do, I notice a dark figure standing by the fireplace, I can’t make out their face, but my heart rate spikes, beating so hard I swear it’s going to come flying out of my mouth.

“Hello?”

“You fucking bitch!” The abrupt voice, coming from just beside me, startles me. As I turn to see who it is, I’m hit over the back of the head. My knees buckle and the pain has me crashing down on the ground hard. I grab the back of my head, my vision going blurry, my nerves shot, my hands shaking. Looking up I squint, the light from both the bedroom at the end of the hall and the Seattle city life catches on my assailant.