Aringing phone awakened Brittany. For a moment, she was disoriented, unsure of where she was.
“Wilson,” Trey grumbled, rousing Brittany to full wakefulness. “Oh shit, Sylvia. I’m sorry, honey. I forgot I was supposed to meet with you.”
Sylvia. Despite what he said nothing had changed. He wanted to be a bachelor. Angry, she kicked him, shoving the covers aside. His grunt of pain gratified her, even though her toes stung from making contact with his hard calf.
Scrambling up, she swayed.
“Let me call you back in a few minutes.”
Brittany stumbled into the bathroom, slamming the door. Trey had put her small makeup case on the side of the sink. She found her toothbrush and brushed her teeth.
“Brittany?”
She glared at the door, motionless, refusing to jar anything in her belly to bring up the soda crackers she’d eaten earlier. The taste of toothpaste made her quite queasy since she’d become pregnant.
“Brittany, damn it.”
Ignoring Trey’s words, she toddled to the commode. When she was mid-stream, Trey opened the door and walked in. Instead of backing away like a gentleman, he began brushing his teeth.
Jumping to her feet as soon as possible, she pulled up her panties, flushed the toilet and pushed Trey aside to wash her hands. Afterward, she tried to move but he blocked her, turning and locking the bathroom door. It hit Brittany Trey wore nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. Her jeans were off too.
Resenting his autocracy, she dropped her gaze to his erection. She glanced away, gathering her resolve and reminding herself they were over. Trey must’ve had a woman a day since she’d left.
Her mind reminded her of those things. Her body, however, betrayed her and reacted in a different manner. Her breasts had become so sensitive and now her nipples were tight and hard, almost painful.
“Bastard!” she hissed, begrudging her desire for him.
“Hush.”
“Get out of here.” She pushed at his chest. “Please don’t allow my presence to stop your date with Sylvia.”
“It isn’t what you think.”
“I don’t care what it is.”
“I planned to take her to lunch to ask her advice about you.”
“Me?” Of all the explanations Trey might’ve come up with, she hadn’t been expecting those words. “What about me?”
His wide smile stole some of her anger. He backed her against the door and pressed feather light kisses on her mouth.
“I was coming to visit you this weekend.” He nipped her lower lip, tasting the crease of her mouth and removing her shirt in one smooth motion. “I needed to know what to say to you so you’d forgive me.”
“You? King of the Playas?” she breathed, his tweaking her nipples sending desire straight to her core, the invasion of his tongue in her mouth preventing any more words. Achy and tender, she cried out at the sensation of Trey’s fingers tugging and teasing her breasts.
He slid down her body, his lips and hands caressing the undersides of her breasts, her ribcage, stopping to rim his tongue around her navel. He trailed kisses along her mound and to her inner thigh, parting her legs and settling one over his shoulder.
Brittany knew what was coming and anticipated the glide of his tongue along her most vulnerable spot. Her juices dripped from her and she groaned.
“Fuck yeah,” Trey growled, licking her inner thigh.
She trembled, twisted to get closer to his mouth, squealing when his nose pressed against her furred lips and he sniffed.
“Mine,” he growled. “All mine.” He lapped the sensitive skin on the opposite thigh and more wetness seeped from her. His hands at her waist, he panted against her curls then kissed her belly, moving his hand to cover her abdomen. “Mine,” he repeated.
Unwanted hope unfurled in her at the total possession in his voice. She almost believed they had a future, that Trey wanted her and not just their baby.
She was stronger since she’d last seen him, the time with the counselor and Stephanie’s pointers in defense techniques setting her on a path to healing. For all the strides she’d made, one thing remained stalwart—her love and desire for Trey.
Right now, with him on his knees, her leg thrown over his shoulder, she grabbed on to the wish his feelings for her ran as deep and as true as hers.
“Yes.”
The carnal intent in his obsidian gaze riveted her and tightened her womb. He tongued a path from her navel to the top of her feminine seam.
“Trey, please.”
Laughter rumbled from him. “Please what, baby girl?”
His fingers patterned circles on her hip. They glided to her opening like a whisper of breath, hot and gentle. Opening her, he exposed her clit and blew against her sensitive flesh.
She whimpered. “Lick me,” she managed.
His nostrils flaring, he leaned into her. “Look at me while I eat you out.”
She nodded, her body trembling. He kept his eyes fastened on hers as he dragged his tongue over her little nub. Fast and rhythmic, he lapped her juices, tracing her seam, circling her inner folds and suckling her bud, the pulsating pleasure dragging a scream from her. He pushed the hood of her clit back and used his tongue like a lethal weapon, wiggling it against her, his head moving from side-to-side in a blur of motion.
Arching her back, she screamed, twisted and gripped his hair, while Trey held her up as her orgasm washed through her, her nectar pulsing from her. As she floated back to earth she collapsed in Trey’s arms, breathing heavy, her body still vibrating. Fire shot from her womb and into her breasts.
Trey rose to his full height and leaned down to kiss her. His lips glistened with her juices and Brittany knew he liked her to taste herself, touch herself. Touch him.
Suck him.
Tearing her mouth from his, she mimicked him, trailing her lips around his nipples, over the chiseled muscle of his chest and the ripples of his abdomen.
“Brittany,” he groaned, realizing her intent. “Don’t.”
“You don’t want me to suck your cock?”
Her words held not a trace of hesitation, managing to shock him. His eyes wide, he contemplated her. Holding his gaze, she slipped to her knees and kissed him just above the waistline of his pajama bottoms.
“I like the way you taste.” She was determined to have her actions show him she was so much stronger now than what she’d been two months ago. She was still afraid, back in the place where someone had been after her, back in the same city as him. But she was fighting her demons. It was imperative she win now that she had her baby to think about. She gazed at Trey through the fringes of her lashes. “I want you in my mouth.”
He pulled out his huge cock.
“Touch me wherever you want while I suck you,” she whispered, wrapping her hands around his penis and stroking.
She tasted the pre-cum beading the smooth tip then wrapped her lips around the head, sucking. He remained still, not touching her, not pumping his hips. A glance up revealed the tension in his shoulder muscles and closed eyes.
Bestowing delicate kisses and light licks the length of him, she tugged his arm, guiding his hand toward her head, gratified when his palm flattened against her scalp.
A moment of fear and hesitation snaked into her and she tensed. Trey dropped his hand.
“No.” She drew in a deep breath. “I want to feel your touch while I pleasure you.”
His penis jumped at her words but he looked ready to argue. She tried to remember some of the things the girls said the night she’d seen Trey in the nightclub. So much of it was a blur but some of their lurid conversation flitted through her head. Courage would get her through the coming months, pregnant and alone. It would also get Trey to do her bidding. “Fuck my mouth.”
“Motherfucker,” he growled. He gripped his cock in one hand, guided it to her lips and anchored her head with his other hand.
His palm lay against her head with tenderness and care. No gripping. No demanding. Just gentleness. Brittany slid his length into the warmth of her mouth, his flesh hot and hard against her tongue. The head hit the back of her throat and she choked.
“Easy,” Trey said in a strangled voice, tension radiating from him.
She didn’t think for a moment his tension stemmed from just her mouth on him. He was nervous, afraid she would go over the edge. Refusing to ruin the moment, she adjusted her position, relaxed her throat and took him deeper.
Grasping his taut buttocks, she dug her nails into his flesh, settling into the in-and-out motion of his cock. Taking him deep, then sliding him out. She slurped the beads of semen, enjoying the salty taste of him, moaning against him, sucking harder.
His breathing grew harsher and she knew he was close to coming. His fingers tightened in her hair but grounded in reality as she was, she felt satisfaction instead of humiliation.
“Brittany, goddammit. Goddammit. Your mouth feels so fucking good on my cock. I need to come. I need to come in your mouth.”
He groaned when she began nibbling his silken head, swirling the clear moisture dripping from him.
He bent down, scooped her up and flipped her over. Pinned upside down to him, Brittany took him in her mouth again, not questioning this new position. Not caring as long as she made Trey feel good. No matter what, she loved him. She was having his baby and there was nothing wrong with the physical pleasure they gifted one another with.
He buried his face against her heat and speared his tongue into her. Sensation exploded in her and she shook against him, falling apart as his seed exploded into her mouth, surrounding her with his taste and scent. He didn’t allow her to dangle long. When he righted her and set her on her feet she thought her legs might give way.
But Trey was with her and he wouldn’t allow her to fall. He took her mouth in a searing kiss, feasting upon her essence, touching each tender side of her recesses, tickling and light.
“Make love to me,” she demanded.
His hot look threatened to incinerate her, burn her from the inside out.
“Do you remember,” he began, his breath fanning her ears, the stubble on his cheek abrading her delicate skin, “you once suggested I assist you in your shower?”
She stood on tiptoe, bracing her hands against his chest. “Yes.”
“I think you had quite an excellent idea,” he murmured.
One hand around her waist, he started the shower. A stream of water flowed out and hit the bathtub like a waterfall. From experience Brittany knew it took a couple of minutes for the water to warm up.
He took one aching nipple into his mouth, his fingers massaging the tight little bud between her legs.
Brittany moaned and leaned into him, a rush of sensations firing her blood.
“I haven’t had a woman since you left,” Trey growled, his mouth covering hers again with an urgency matching hers. “I’ve missed the hell out of you. I would’ve spoken with the devil if he had what I needed to get you back.”
Aware of Trey’s brutal honesty and cheered by his admissions she wrapped her arms around his waist. Growling in satisfaction, he lifted her off her feet and put her in the shower then stepped in behind her.
The water sluiced across Brittany’s back in a warm spray. Trey kissed her, continuing the intensity of their lovemaking. His hands roamed her wet body, spreading soap across her skin. Their shower ended without him joining their bodies but Brittany burned to have him inside her.
She wrapped the towel he handed her around herself. After securing one around his hips, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, his mouth moving over hers with wicked intent.
Determined to get succor, Brittany clutched his forearms.
He kissed her eyelids. “I’m hungry.” He moved to her jawline. “I want to eat.”
She scowled, not desiring food right then. How could he think about eating at this moment?
Opening the bathroom door, she sashayed past him, wanting to tempt him to bed. She combed her fingers through her damp hair, starting for the kitchen. Trey followed her. He sat at the table and lifted her, plopping her on the table and pulling open her towel.
“Lean back.”
Her heart fluttered at his slow, all-knowing smile.
He shouldered her legs open. “I said I was hungry,” he drawled, spreading her feminine lips. “You had to know only your pretty little pink pussy would satisfy me.”
He dipped his head and dragged his tongue across from the top of her seam to her entrance. He thumbed the tiny bundle of nerves and Brittany clutched the edges of the small table.
She jerked at his tortuous parody of what he intended to do to her with his penis. Crying out at the exquisite pleasure, she rested on her elbows and her head fell back. When he suckled her she raised her hips. Looping his arms around her hips, he pinned her in place. The chair slid against the tiles and Trey dropped to his knees. Open and vulnerable to him, Brittany cried out as he tugged her sensitive flesh, brushing against her clit and wet folds in a fast rhythm.
His exquisite laps wrung cry after cry from her. Just as her pleasure peaked, Trey denied her and rose to his feet.
“Please,” she moaned.
He dragged her to the table’s edge and drove into her, burying himself to the hilt. One deep thrust and she shattered.
Trey grunted, his orgasm near. Heavy lidded and intense, he drove into her, gripping her hips, his tight balls slapping against her buttocks, slippery with her juices. His penis expanded inside her and she clenched her muscles around him, filled to capacity.
She gripped him hard, held him in her tight depths, drawing strangled groans from him.
Caught in her own game she fell apart again.
“Fuck, Brittany,” he grunted and buried himself in her a final time, pulsing inside her, his seed heating her and searing her soul.
For long moments, they remained joined, their breaths panting out in short bursts. When Trey withdrew from her and stepped back he helped her to her feet and wrapped her towel around her again then did the same with his.
“We need to talk.”
No talking. Not now. The aftershocks of their lovemaking would have her agreeing to anything he wanted. “Later.”
His teeth flashed white in his wicked smile as he reached for her and guided her to his bedroom. “Later is fine. Bryson won’t be home for a couple more hours.”
In bed she fell back against his pillows and stared at the sheer strength of his body, the utter beauty of his face. The impossible, impressive length and breadth of his penis. She licked her lips and Trey’s erection grew bigger. Resting most of his weight on his elbows, Trey settled between her legs and thrust into her again.
As far as she was concerned Bryson could stay away the rest of the evening.