Second Chance Rescue, page 20
“I love you, wife,” Trevor murmurs in my ear before his lips sink into mine. I’m breathless and drunk on his kiss even before we make it to the villa bedroom. He settles me down on top of the king-size bed, following me down and aligning his body with mine as he continues kissing me.
His lips trace my jawline, nipping down my neck. “I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, stroking my hair and recapturing my mouth with his own.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes…” Every single part of my body hangs in the balance waiting for the words to fall from his mouth.
“First, I’m going to kiss you to death.” His lips press to the hollow of my neck as he whispers. His breath tickles my earlobes.
“Mmmhmm…”
“Then, I’m going to spend every second of the next hour making love to every square inch of your body so well that it’ll bring you back to life.” Every single touch and caress tells me he plans to follow through on it too.
“Yes, please.” Every word elicits more arousal within me. I’m hanging on by a sliver about to lose myself in him. His words. His mouth. His hands. His cock…
“You.” His breath heats against my skin. “Are.” He unwraps and lifts my dress slowly and I lean up so he can easily pull it off. “Perfection,” he finishes, dropping my dress to the floor beside us, and freeing my breasts from the trap of my lacey bra.
Everything about him mesmerizes me. His masculine musky scent mixes with Douglas fir, bergamot, and juniper berry. His touch—both the firm but gentle touch of his rough fingers caressing every smooth curve of my body and the scratch of his morning-after shadow against the sensitive skin of my face. His taste, intoxicating and all man.
His strong, solid body against mine.
I moan a soft sigh as his tongue slips into my mouth and entwines with mine. My fingers trace the bottom of his neck and crawl up, playing with the curls of his hair.
Jittery bubbles run through my core down to my pussy and on to my toes. I’m not nervous anymore. He makes me confident.
I’m excited for what’s to come. Being with Trevor feels so right. Finally, right. Everything I’ve wanted and more. I’ve been waiting for him. Maybe he’s the reason it hadn’t felt right with anyone else.
He pulls back from our kiss and gazes down at me. “I’ve been waiting to do this since the first day you walked into my rescue. I can’t wait to be your first and your last. If this gets to be too much—if you want me to stop—at any time…”
“Trev,” I moan, running my hands down his broad shoulders and over his chest, pulling at the buttons of his shirt. He needs to be doing more loving, less talking.
“Yes baby,” he says huskily.
“Stop talking…” I breathe. “These clothes need to go, now.”
He reaches up and unbuttons his shirt, starting to shrug it from his shoulders.
“As you wish,” he says with a smirk, as I breathlessly ogle his now-bare chest. I love the light dusting of dark hair scattered between his nipples.
My fingers trace every hard inch of his rock-solid core. He lets me inspect every ridge of his abs. I trace along the muscles making a V down to the yum zone. I’m one lucky lady.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I whisper.
“And I’m all yours, baby.” He pulls me into him and presses the sweetest kiss to my lips. His eyes go dark and sensuous; the bulge in his pants presses harder against the devil of a zipper concealing it. His eyes trace over every single inch of my almost naked torso.
“You’re still overdressed,” he says, looking down at the white lace panties I wore. I’d worn them as a sign of purity. After tonight, I won’t be any longer. I’ll just be his.
“Think you can help me with that?” I say, batting my eyelashes like a dork.
His grin widens. “Fuck, yes!”
His lips press the tender spot between my neck and my collarbone. He kisses and licks as he goes until I’m squirming under his touch. He pulls one pink nipple into his mouth, and sheer bliss floods my senses to the core. His other hand cradles my other nipple, making sure every part of both nipples have equal appreciation.
“More,” I gasp. I need more from him. I want so much more. I’m high on Trevor, the sensations he’s sparking throughout my body are too intense to even form a sentence, let alone words. I’m completely lost in him. In this moment. In us. God, I had no idea it would be this good.
My desire for sex has been hiding and he’s on a pleasure-seeking mission to find it. He glides his sleek body against mine, settling his thick length between the apex of my thighs, searching out my lips in a kiss that is utterly mind-blowing. I’m completely, one hundred percent, wrapped up in him. I understand now why people like it so much. This feeling is so incredible, so close, and so intimate. We haven’t gone any farther than this, but it feels like we’re on a whole new level of closeness. It feels like I’m touching something deeper than his warm skin or rock-hard abs. Our two hearts playing one beat in sync. A rhythm of their own. An orchestra of sounds and movements.
Knowing what we’re about to do is thrilling, but scary. I trust Trev. I’m not scared he’ll hurt me. I’m scared that I’ll never get enough of him. I’ll want more.
I want nothing more in this moment than to be here, with him. The man who feels like home to me.
“You’re,” he rasps out, “becoming the sweetest high I’ve ever known. I’m going to get lit on you tonight, babe.”
My fingertips trail along the hard lines of his chest and abs, arching closer to the bulge pressing between my thighs. My hips lift, rubbing him against the spot where I crave him most.
“I need more,” I plead with him.
He moves lower down my body, now licking and stroking down my navel and right above my heated clit. His first lick tears a cry from my lips. My panties are still on, but the sensation is so strong that I’m on the edge. I’m being tortured in the best possible way. I want more of his lips and tongue on me.
Hell, I want more, period. All of him. Everything. Skin to skin. Breathing his air. Breathing him in.
He starts to pull my lace panties down my legs, urging me to lift up so he can get them down past my curvy backside. As soon as they’re off, he throws them to the side and looks down brazenly at my bare pussy. I had the weirdest wax experience ever just for him.
I want him to see all of me. “I’ve been thinking about having my mouth on this sweet pussy ever since the last time I had a taste.”
He leans down and licks one solid stroke pussy to clit. “You’re like the perfect mixture of sweet and sour. My amaretto girl. You taste good.” His breath heats my overly sensitive skin.
His strong tongue strokes my seam again, and I moan. My fingers tangle in his dark, thick curls. I swear its perfection, just like everything else about him. He’s mine forever now. Mine.
“I want you to come in my mouth, baby,” he says.
Whatever comes from my mouth must sound enough like a yes that he continues. My heart races. I have a severe case of cotton mouth, and he’s running his big, strong hands up and down the curves of my body. He’s giving me chills, a sharp contrast to my heated core.
His mouth goes back to where I need it most, licking and kissing before he pauses at my clit to suckle it into his warm mouth. I love this. I love him. This feels so fucking right. Pleasure seeps into my very soul causing my body to ache for more of him. He continues to suck and stroke me until I’m gasping for breath and arching into him, begging for more of his talented tongue.
I shatter. The wave of my orgasm crashes into me. My muscles clench, tighten, and release, and pure bliss ricochets through me. My thighs clamp around Trevor’s head as I ride out these incredible sensations. Fuck…
This is what all the talk is about.
I’m so lit on Trevor right now. He’s my new drug of choice but I still crave more. I want him closer. I want his body inside my own. I want him to own every part of me.
“Please,” I beg.
He chuckles at me, though his gaze is dark and lusty, “Not enough for you, baby?”
I shake my head. “I want you,” I answer, shy at asking him for what I truly want. “I mean your tongue is obviously extremely talented, but I want everything, Trev. I need your cock here,” I say, pulling my lips apart, giving him a view of where I want him most.
He studies my face, making sure I’m ready. I nod. I’m completely sure. If I have to beg, I will. I need this. Him. “I can only imagine when you use your…” I trail off pointing to his bulging pants.
“My…,” he questions with a raised eyebrow. He’s not laughing at me. His stare is dark, intense, sure. His body is so turned on. I can feel his stiffness braced against me. I want it.
“Cock,” I whisper. “I want your cock, Trev.”
“Fuck, Mace.” A second later, his cock springs free from the entrapment of his pants and boxers as they go flying across the room. The sight of his fully naked body makes me gasp. Perfect. He’s fucking gorgeous and all mine. His tight hips, the sleek lines of his abs, and the flat V that all the girls drool over. Not to mention the very thick, very solid length of his cock that’s reaching out to me, begging.
I want to touch every single inch of his body—and there are a lot of inches—but the sight of his engorged head and bobbing length fills me with an aching emptiness. Despite his size, I trust Trevor. He’ll fit perfectly with me. He won’t hurt me, and I know he’ll go slow since it’s my first time. His skin is smooth to the touch, his tip squishy. I slowly trace the outline of it. I know he’s velvety smooth over a rock-hard length. I run my fingertips lightly over his balls.
“Mace,” he grinds out. “You’re making me fucking crazy. If you don’t stop…”
“Trevor Donovan, am I making you lose control?” I smile.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans. His eyes flutter shut, and another groan escapes his lips. He rolls over me, trapping me against the bed. “You’re going to need to give me a minute.” His erection almost looks painful. It’s definitely harder than the last time I had it in my mouth.
“I…” I start to say, but he’s sucking on that glorious spot between my neck and collarbone while his hand creeps up and rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His cock presses against my entrance, but he’s not rushing this at all.
I tilt my hips, my brain no longer in control, and lost to him begging for more. He smiles at me and continues to do delicious things to my body. Whispers of his praise of my body—breasts, skin, sweet pussy—are spoken into my ear as he nips my earlobe.
He moves to my chest and sucks a nipple into his mouth, and my hips arch off the bed at the intensity of the sheer pleasure crashing through my veins and into my newly used orgasm muscles. “Trevor,” his name falls in silent prayer from my lips.
“You are so beautiful baby,” he whispers. “So perfect for me.” He lifts up and reaches over to grab some lube. Rubbing it on his length, he leans back down again.
He presses kisses to the hollow between my breasts as he slowly pushes into me, slowly stretching me to adjust for his large size. I wince and he stops.
“You okay, Mace?”
I nod. “Keep going.”
He goes one easy inch at a time. I open wider and angle to him so he can go deeper. Amazement and chills seep into my core as he fills me up. There’s a little pain, but not as much as I expected.
“God, you’re so perfect.” His voice strains in a reverence almost. “So tight, so mine. Claiming this virgin pussy. You feel so good, baby. Are you okay?”
“More, I need more, Trev,” I moan. I reach around and grasp his ass cheeks and pull him into me closer while I open myself wider. I want all of him. I want him so fucking close that I can hear our souls becoming one with each other. He lifts his head and holds my gaze as he fully slides into me to the hilt. He pulls almost all the way out, then slides gently back in. Less pain and more pleasure this time. My breath hitches as he glides over the sugar spot inside me. The spot a little rougher than the smooth around it. He slows, stroking right over the spot again and again.
“Right there, baby?” he asks.
“Oh my God, Trev, yes. More,” I moan. He threads his fingers through mine and lifts my arms above my head, while he pumps into my pussy, the slow, glorious strokes turning into frenzied thrusts that build a coil of need deep inside me again. His eyes find mine, lips parted, and there’s a thin sheen of perspiration forming on his forehead. I can tell he’s holding back for me.
“Mace,” he gasps. “I can’t hold out—much longer. I need you to come, baby. I want you to come. I want this to be good for you.” He continues to drive into me with his solid form above me. His thick cock hitting my sugar spot and the intensity of his expression while he holds me captive by his eyes throws me over the edge. He releases one hand and his thumb travels down to my bundle of nerves and starts to work it.
“YES!” I scream.
Again.
I’m gone. Lost in him. In us. In this orgasm crashing through me. My walls clench and spasm around him, my climax hitting so hard and fast that everything outside of him and I goes blank.
“Trev,” I gasp.
He groans out my name as his head falls back. It’s just us. Me and him, together, riding out wave after wave of sheer bliss, taking us deeper under this sex spell we’ve fallen into. His essence filling me with warmth. I don’t ever want to stop.
Not ever.
Never ever.
A moan rumbles up from his chest as the aftershocks course through our bodies, still locked together as one. The last of the spasms leave me boneless and sated. My lungs are still recovering and every other organ and muscle in my body has turned to satisfied goo. He shifts off me so he’s no longer in danger of crushing me and pulls me into his warm body. His heartbeat pounds out a steady rhythm against my ear, and I cuddle in closer to him.
Sex afterglow is fucking amazing.
“Thank you for letting me be your first,” Trevor says, placing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Thank you for being my first. I’m glad I waited for you.” His arms tighten around me and he pulls me even closer.
“Me too. Me too.”
As we lay there in each other’s arms, I stroke his right arm, my head on his chest while he strokes my hair with his left hand. My fingers follow the black lines of his tattoo. He kisses the top of my head and I look up, my eyes meeting his.
“What are you thinking about, Mace?”
“What does it mean?” He looks over at where my hand strokes his bicep.
“It’s how I remember her.”
“The time on the pocket watch?”
“The exact time I lost her.”
“The lilies?”
“Her favorite flower.”
I smile at him. She’ll always be with him. I knew I could never replace her but I’m thankful that she had him first. Taught him love. Taught him what it meant to be in love. Her influence made him who he is today. I have her to thank. I’m sad for him that she’s gone, but I’m glad that he opened his heart to me. My eyes flutter shut and I feel complete. Relaxed. At peace. I don’t know how karma decided this would be my fate but I have to thank her. I can’t imagine anything better than this, right here. Right now.
“It’s a perfect way to remember her, Trev.”
“Yeah? Do you have any idea how much I fucking love you, Mace?”
“Oh, I think I know just a little bit.” I wink at him and he snuggles me harder.
Trevor
First Anniversary
I’ve been planning this date for a while now. Our first anniversary date. I took days figuring out what I thought would make Macy the happiest and tonight is going to be special for both of us. I’m taking it back to the moment I realized I was in love with Macy. I finish packing up the last of my picnic basket. Macy had taken Sadie and Bingley out for a walk a little while ago and I knew I had to be quick with my plans before they got back.
I put the truck bed cover down just in time to see my little family walking up the driveway. Sadie pulling while Bingley walks right beside Macy. A smile crosses my face. It’s hard to believe that no one ever adopted Bingley. He’s such an old soul. He’s the calm to Sadie’s crazy. They level each other out. My eyes trail over to Macy and my heart still beats faster every time I look at her. It’s been a year since we said our I do’s and I still feel like it was just yesterday. I still want her just as much as I always have, probably more so.
“Hey you.” Macy says as she stops beside the truck. “What are you doing out here?”
My eyes dart to the bed making sure that the cover is completely latched. “Oh, don’t you worry about it. I need you to go on inside put on some warm clothes, get the dogs settled, and meet me back here. We’re going on a date.”
She shakes her head and gives me her signature smile. “You handsome man. You realize that it’s chilly out right?”
“You let me worry about that, baby.” I say with a wink.
“Okay.” She says walking away with the dogs. I watch her close the front door and then take one last look at the supplies I’d gotten together in the bed of my truck. Blankets, lanterns, food, and champagne… I was prepared. A quick text to Cheryl confirmed everything was set up and ready to go.
She is dressed and ready to leave in less than ten minutes. Macy walks out the front door and I have to just stare at how adorable she is. Her hair hangs in long curls only obstructed slightly by her earmuffs. The plaid scarf I bought her for Christmas last year hangs around her neck and her coat looks like something she borrowed from a marshmallow man. I turn away to cover my smirk while thinking about what a disaster Christmas was last year.
“Alright, I’m ready. Wanna tell me where we’re going?” She looks up at me inquisitively.
I lean in to kiss her cheek. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Do you trust me?” I whisper against her neck. A shiver crawls up her body.
“Always.”
I walk towards the passenger side door of the truck. “Good, let’s get you in the warmth, Mace.”
