ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

FOURTEEN

penelope

there's an awful ringing in my ears. i'm not sure i just heard trevor correctly. his dare if you will. i stare at him with my mouth agape. i look like a blubbering idiot.

him on the other hand looks like a sex god. he's tan, his hair is slightly tangled and messy, his glossy eyes are half lidded, and he's sliding himself further down the bed so his neck rests against the pillow.

"come on p. come sit." he sticks his tongue out.

i'm still not sure if he's joking or not.

"i- trevor are you-"

"get over here and i swear you won't have to fake an orgasm ever again."

my heart is racing as i stare at him right in his baby blues. he's got his shit eating grin plastered on his face as he watches me make a fool of myself. it's not that i don't want to this, it the shock of it all.

i decide this is now or never. he's offering, i'm still sex deprived, and i would be an idiot to deny an offer like this from a beautiful man. i nod my head towards him.

"get up here sweet girl." trevor smirks.

i slowly make my way up to his face, legs already shaking. i straddle his torso and stop moving until he widens his eyes and shakes his head. "further."

trevor's fingers are teasing the strings on the side of my bikini, twirling them in circles between his fingers. he hums and let's out a small laugh. he tugs on both sides, making the flimsy material drop on his chest. he grabs them, throwing them away somewhere in the room.

"oh imagine that," he teases. "you're absolutely soaked baby."

i whimper feeling extremely exposed and embarrassed at this point in time. i gasp when trevor runs two fingers over me. he's going agonizingly slow. sliding two fingers inside of me and pulling them out to run over my clit and back in.

"t-trevor stop t-teasing." i whimper.

he pushes me further up towards his face so i'm literally straddling his face. i lower myself down so i'm hovering above him just slightly.

"i said, sit." he groans, wrapping his arms around my thighs and dragging me down to his face. my full weight is sitting on top of trevor, i feel somewhat bad even if he asked for it but when i look down and his eyes are rolling back, i realize he's enjoying this way more than i thought.

he hums into my core sending vibrations right up my spine. i have to grip the headboard when he starts lapping away at me. filthy sounds fill the room. the gushing sounds of trevor's tongue pulling in and out of me, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit.

i slap a hand over my mouth when he pushes my ass further and pulls me back so i'm grinding against him, his nose brushing my clit deliciously at every push and pull.

"come on p," he lets off me with a 'pop' "i know you can be louder than that."

i can't help but let out the most pornographic moan when he smirks and starts lapping at me even faster than before. he's making me violently grind against him now, his tongue moving in and out of me magically, the head board creaking, and when i throw my head back to see he's got his hand in his shorts i let out another breathy moan.

when the coil in my stomach starts forming, i try pulling away when the feeling becomes too much. trevor uses one strong arm to pull me back down, closer than ever - if that's even possible. "don't run away from me now." he mumbles.

"trev," i breath, my back arching.

"i know babe." he brings his free hand up to my clit, rubbing fast circles to bring me over the edge. "give it to me."