His mouth possesses mine, and every thought I had, every argument I wanted to make is gone. There’s nothing that can stand up to the way this feels.
He molds me to him, and I let him. My body is singing, and if this is kissing than anything more is going to be the goddamn hallelujah chorus. His hands slide down my back and he grinds his hips against mine, the state of his cock more than obvious. Every tilt of his hips and stroke of his hands make me want him more, sparks of pleasure rushing across my skin and downward, collecting in my core.
A knock on the door makes me freeze. “Stella?” It’s Maria. “You okay in there?”
I look up at Trevor in shock, the realization of what I was just doing washing over me like a bucket of ice. Trevor’s smile tells me he regrets nothing. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say. “I’ll be right out.”
“Have you seen Trevor?” she asks. “He disappeared.”
Trevor thrusts his hips into mine again, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “I’ve been in here the whole time,” I say, my voice sounding thin. “Maybe he went upstairs? I’ll be out in just a minute.”
I hear Maria walk away and I untangle myself from Trevor. I splash water on my face, across my mouth. I run my fingers through my hair. God, if anyone is looking for it they’ll be able to see, and I’m screwed. I don’t even know what to say to Trevor. I can’t. I turn to the door, and he hauls he me back against him. My body is flush against him, his cock pressed against my ass, and his lips are at my ear. “Why not?”
He releases me just as suddenly and I stumble out of the bathroom, trying to pick my wits back up off the floor. “I think the sweater will live,” I say, as I enter the dining room, adding a smile that I hope is convincing.
Thankfully no one seems to look too closely at me or notice the tell-tale signs that I just had a make out session in the bathroom. Even though I just got done spilling it, I finish the rest of my wine before returning to my food. The conversation continues around me, now discussing the length of time it takes to prepare Richard’s
potatoes.
It’s another few minutes before Trevor returns. “Sorry about that,” he says, grinning and looking directly at me. “I had to take care of something that couldn’t wait.”
It’s always rough the first night with family, getting everyone settled into their rooms, making sure everyone has enough towels and that they have everything they need for a good night’s sleep. However, after what seems like a hundred trips back and forth, my family is successfully settled and in bed. Since Trevor has excused himself to take a shower-and I am actively ignoring the image of him naked and wet-I make up his makeshift bed on the couch and finally have some time to chat with Brad.
“You feel good about your finals?” I ask, knowing he had been nervous. He’s majoring in engineering, and it’s not an easy major.
“Pretty good,” he says. “My advanced calculus one sucked, but everything else was pretty easy.”
I laugh. “Probably the last semester for that, right?”
“Right.” His classes will only get harder as time goes on.
I finish with the couch, and Brad follows me into the kitchen as I pull out the small pint of ice cream I bought for just us. An old habit of ours, a few bites of ice cream while sharing about the day. Brad grabs the spoons, and soon we’re sitting across the breakfast bar from each other like nothing has changed.
“So…” I start, hesitant. “How’s Leigh?”
Brad’s face falls. I’m not sure what he’s thinking. I’m not a fan of his girlfriend, who reminds me in some ways of Brad’s father, but I’ve tried to be supportive. He needs to make his own choices and his own mistakes.
“I would imagine she’s just fine,” he says bitterly.
I feel that sick feeling that comes when you see your child hurt, and I resist the urge to go hug him. “What happened?”
“Same as always,” he sighs. “She was never happy. There wasn’t anything good about us being together, or what I did, or who I was-or at least she made it seem like that. So I finally told her if she really felt that way that she could leave.”
“And?”
“She didn’t. She stayed, made it up to me. She said she was so sorry, that she loved me, that she would never leave. Became sweet for a few days.”
I take a bit of ice cream. “You don’t sound happy, though.”
“Well that’s because we went to a party together, and I found her in a bedroom with a couple of guys.” He eats some ice cream. “It wasn’t the first time, either.”
My heart hurts for him. “I’m sorry, Brad.” I reach out across the bar and take his hand.
“It’s okay,” he says thickly. “I know you don’t like her.”
“No matter what I think, I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
He’s avoiding my eyes as he takes another spoonful. “Thanks.” Putting his spoon in the sink, he moves to leave, and I know that he’s embarrassed by his emotions.