Reunited

Mr. Philips

“Trevor?” you said in shock as you walk into your apartment to find Trevor sprawled out on the sofa with his eyes fixed on you. He wasn’t supposed to be home until next week.

“Well, well… Look who it is,” he replies with his husky voice, never taking his eyes off you. You let out a chuckle then quickly chucked your keys on the counter, shook off your coat, and kicked off your heels.

He lifted his head up to you as you approached him, looking into the eyes of the man who you had missed so much. Without another word spoken, you entwined your fingers with his as he pulled you on the sofa and on top of him. You straddled him and tightened your legs around his hips. The smell of cigarettes and whiskey wafted into your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed along his ‘Cut Here’ tattoo. You always liked how he smelled – most of the time anyway, his musk would sometimes just turn you on.

He slides his hands down your back and caresses your bottom. “I left as soon as I could,” he managed to confess with a groan. “I needed to see you, to fucking touch you,” He groaned after squeezing your ass tight. You could feel his claws digging into your ass, but you always liked him rough. He brought his hand up your cheek then your lips, grazing it with a calloused thumb.

 “I know, Trev. I missed you too,” You caught his hand before he dropped it and gave each finger a soft kiss; and a teasing bite when you reached his pinky. “I needed you too. So. Damn. Bad.” you trailed off.

None of you even stopped for a while to talk about how things were and how the score went. Each other’s touch was all you really needed to communicate. You leaned in to give him a kiss that turned out sloppy from all the pent-up carnal desire you had for each other.

You ran your hand through his hair and smiled into the kiss as you felt his beard scrape against your chin, making you tug on his hair hard. His hands quickly and expertly undressed you as the kiss intensified as every drop of lust, hint of want, and dash of need bubbled to the surface.

After a while, he pulls back and ends the kiss. “Sweetheart, sweetheart…  I think we need to get the business done elsewhere.” He trails off as he plants small kisses along the crook of your neck to your shoulder.

You moan a yes and in no time he’s carrying you to the bedroom, but you soon hear him grunt ‘Fuck it,’ and you immediately feel the cold, hard wall against your back. He wrapped your legs around his waist and started grinding against the exposed flesh between your legs. You could tell he was already hard for you.

“Trev—” Was all you managed to say before his lips were all over your lips, neck, and chest. His response was a low groan and a bite on your neck, making sure he left a little mark on what is his.

He thrusts his hips against you again, and you could feel his stiff cock against rubbing and poking against your clit. “Trevor,” you whispered again, gripping tightly on his hair as he teased you mercilessly against the wall.

“I fucking swear, by the end of the weekend, I will have you moaning and begging right against the damn wall… in each and every room in this tiny, little fucking apartment of yours,” The lust in his voice only drove you crazy. You were desperate at this point, and you were dizzy with desire, begging him in your mind to fuck you already.

Your fingers rake through his hair in the embrace, and your eyes lock on each other. You always knew this look – the all too familiar intense and lust-driven hunger that only seemed to make you want him all the more. Trevor was the only one who could make you feel this way, and the rest was history. He was 32 flavours and then some.

He very slowly skimmed the tip over your wet lips, sliding it up and down, earning a helpless moan from you.

And then he was fucking you relentlessly.

You’ve done all the foreplay you could, and right now all that mattered was the reuniting of two lovers. All that foreplay put you both on edge and you knew you weren’t going to last longer. His powerful thrusts combined with the sounds of your groaning, gasping, and cries were driving you both insane and on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love you!” He groaned against gritted teeth. You were clawing on his back, and he was burying his head against your neck. It was a mess.

It was all over quickly. Trevor collapses on you against the wall, and you could barely get yourself up. The waves of your pleasure rippled through your bodies, causing you to shudder in the afterglow of your orgasm.

He regains his strength and composure and wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you towards his naked body, now smelling of sex instead of alcohol.

“Mmm… Every room?” you asked with a smile, biting your lip teasingly.

“At least twice, sugar…” he answers with a wink followed by a slap in your ass.