“Alright. I’m going to go talk to George.” Before she could start her protest, I reminded her, “You promised, so don’t even think about starting a fight.”
“I never promised.”
“Did you tell me that you were mine?”
“Trevor, you know that I never agreed for you to talk to George.”
“You told me you were mine. So yes, you did agree for me to talk to George.”
“You are so annoying.” She stepped around me, and back into the room.
I stopped her, pulled her into me, grabbed the back of her head, and twisted my hand into her hair, holding her in place so my mouth was right above hers. “When I get back, I’ll give you the orgasm you’re itchin’ for,” I told her, my mouth opening over hers. She fought it for a second, before melting into the kiss.
She tasted like strawberries from the Tic Tac’s she’d been eating. I loved that taste; it made me kiss her harder and deeper. I had to pull myself away before I pulled her dress up and I fucked her up against the wall. Her eyes slowly opened. “Be back.” I kissed her forehead. I needed to get away before I attacked her again. I looked over my shoulder; when I got to the door, she was still in the same place I left her, making me smile. She shrugged as I pulled the door closed behind me.
When I got to George and Rita’s room, Rita answered, telling me that George was down in the cigar bar with his brother, so I headed down there. Once I found him, I filled him in on Tim, and the things he had told Liz. While we were talking, he told me about Tim, and his arrival yesterday with Kara.
He told me that Rita knew he was going to ask Kara to marry him, but didn’t want to tell Liz until they met in person. George was pissed about the money, and said he was going to talk to Tim about it after the wedding. He didn’t want to upset Rita or Liz any more than necessary. I agreed with him, and headed back up to the room, where I found Liz sitting outside on the balcony, eating what was left of some chocolate cake.
“Hey.” I walked over to her, getting a chocolate kiss.
“So do you feel better now that you talked to George?” she asked as I’m sitting down.
“Yep.”
“You smell like smoke.”
“George was in the cigar bar downstairs. How about that bath?” I asked, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom.
“You’re awake?” Liz says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I lift my eyes to her still-sleepy face. Her hair’s a mess, and her skin is clean of makeup; this is my favorite look on her. After we got out of the bath last night, I laid her out in bed, and spent a good amount of time appreciating her.
“Yeah, I’ve been up for a while now.” I run my hands down my face.
“Couldn’t sleep?” She comes up on her elbows, the sheet sliding lower down her hips, her long hair covering one breast, leaving the other exposed.
“What?” I swallow. I feel like a prick; all I can think about when I’m around her is fucking her. It doesn’t help that she has nothing on but the sheet.
“You couldn’t sleep?” she asks again, this time with a smirk, lifting her ass slightly off the bed.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Mayson.” She smiles, licking her lips, while looking down my chest to the sheet that is now tented.
“I’m trying to behave,” I tell her, and my hand clenches.
“Hmm, you do that then,” she says, pulling the sheet up over her head. I see her scoot towards me, then feel her mouth wrap around my cock. I almost come right then.
“Shit.” My hands go above my head. I don’t want her to stop, so I don’t touch her. I can tell that she’s kneeling under the sheet, and I feel her moan against me. I pull the sheet away to see her mouth and hand wrapped around me, her other hand between her legs. “Jesus.” I pull her ass towards me so I can watch as she plays with herself. “Is it turning you on to suck me off, baby?” She moans, her fingers moving a little faster. I twist her more so that I have the perfect shot of her wet pussy. “You gonna let me clean you up with my mouth after you make yourself come?” I can feel her whimper as she takes me all the way, until I hit the back of her throat. My spine starts to tingle. “I’m going to come,” I say, giving her a chance to retreat before one hand goes to her hair, and the other to her pussy. I come in her mouth as I put two fingers inside her. I can feel her start to come around them. I lift her up so she’s sitting on my face, her hands going to the wall behind my head. I wait until she looks down at me before I do one long sweep of my tongue.