Page 50 of Blindside Love

But Trevor is a friend. An amazing, incredible, thoughtful friend who just so happens to be skilled with his tongue. And cock.

But I can show my friends my art. I show Natalie all the time. Trevor may be different in every way possible, but tonight, I’m pretending that doesn’t exist. Standing up, I smile, tilting my head towards the door as I lead the way.

I feel… excited. I figured I’d be nervous, maybe even a little anxious to show someone new my art, but it’s Trevor. Trevor makes me feel so confident and safe that I know he’s going to be supportive.

When we enter the studio, instead of turning on the usual overhead light, I turn on my painting light. I use it when I want to paint with emotion. It helps when I need to turn off my brain and just feel the art. Feel the paint brushes mixing with the colors and transforming the canvas into something beautiful and unique. It gives off enough light that I’m not completely blind but not enough that I can see every little mistake. It helps me find perfection in the imperfection.

Lately, everything I’ve been painting has been about creating something beautiful from something painful. It can be seen everywhere, in nature, our planet, and other animals. We all create incredible things from our hardships, which is what I’m trying to do for myself.

I can’t take my eyes off Trevor as he walks around the room, his eyes taking in my art that’s leaned on nearly every wall in my studio, minus the wall holding all my new shelves. He takes his time at each painting, soaking it all in. Nervousness builds in my tummy as he silently assesses my most prized possessions.

When he turns to me, there’s no other way to describe the emotion in his eyes other than pride.

“These are fucking remarkable, Ellie,” he says with a smile, walking towards me, one hand outstretched as he grabs my hand in his, his other pointing to a painting, his excitement palpable, but everywhere he’s touching me feels like it’s on fire. There’s still so much tension between the two of us that even the smallest touches seem so powerful, but I’m not surprised at all. Trevor knows his way around my body, playing it better than even I can. After my second orgasm, I didn’t think my body could handle anymore, but somehow, he proved me wrong. I still feel like I’m not really hearing his words, like I can’t quite believe someone could truly like my art. “You have a real gift. These… they’re incredible, Ellie.”

He looks between me and the paintings, his smile widening as he locks in on a piece.

It’s actually one of my favorites. I painted it the night we first kissed. I’m not sure why, but that whole day was ingrained in my brain, and I had to paint as soon as I got home.

My emotions were all over the place, and I just let them drive the piece. Even though I was confused by my feelings for Trevor and how the kiss would change everything, I was happy.

“This one is unbelievable. I can’t stop staring,” he says, finally forcing his eyes on me. “Thank you for bringing me in here and letting me see your work. What’s that one going to be?”

He nods towards something behind me. Turning around, I see the massive blank canvas I had custom-made, with no idea of what to do with it. When I originally bought it, I had the idea of doing something with Tom. Hoping we could paint something together.

Obviously, that was the dumbest idea ever, and since I haven’t come up with anything else to do with it, it’s kind of just sitting there in the way.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I had plans for it, but that all changed when I moved out. So now I’m just waiting for inspiration.”

The way he’s looking at me right now could almost be inspiration enough for an entire fucking mural. He’s looking at me with admiration like he’s proud of me, proud of my art. He’s taking the time to ask all the right questions, and it’s fucking with my head. I look down his body, no shame in my game as I check him out, remembering the way his body felt on top of me last night, the way his abs felt beneath my fingers as I rode him.

His eyes darken as he watches me like he could see right into my mind, see the things I’m remembering. As he slowly takes a step towards me, his hand grips my hip, pulling the hem of his t-shirt I’m wearing up just enough that I’m pretty sure my ass is now visible. I feel like I’m holding my breath, just waiting for his next move as his eyes stare at my mouth right before he leans in and presses his lips against mine.

One hand grips my hair, tilting my head just enough, giving him better access to my mouth as his tongue tangles with my own. His other hand starts toying with the hem of my shirt, his fingers rubbing tiny circles on the inside of my thigh. I feel my legs clench, the sensation of him touching me setting my body on fire, a fire I’m ready to pour gasoline on.

Lifting my arms up, I wrap them around his neck right as he breaks the kiss, yet his mouth never actually leaves my body as his tongue traces down my neck, finding the sensitive spot behind my ear and sucking just hard enough I feel my knees buckle. Trevor’s arms immediately go around my back, holding me close to him to make sure I don’t fall.

“Sorry, kitten, it’s so fucking hard to keep my hands off you, especially when you’re standing there in nothing but my shirt.”

“The only thing you should apologize for is that you stopped,” I say, my hands pressing against his chest as he pulls me close.

“Last night, you said it couldn’t happen again,” Trevor says, his eyes dancing with trouble. He knows damn well I want him again, even though we both know I’m not ready for a relationship, at least not right now. Yet, I want him, even though I know I shouldn’t.

“Let’s just call this an extension of last night. I mean, you haven’t left yet, so it still counts, right?” I smile, knowing I don’t actually need to convince him based on his hard cock in his briefs and the way his eyes look like he’s ready to devour me whole. “I want you to ruin me, Trevor.”

Lifting me in his arms, I feel his hard cock brush against my bare pussy as he presses me into him. “Kitten, you’re already ruined, but I’m happy to do it if you need further convincing.”

He’s right. I’ve been ruined since the first time he touched me, but I’ll take that to my grave. I need no more convincing that he completely owns me, at least my body.

But I’ll be damned if I don’t take him up on his offer.

“I mean, you were okay.”

I barely get the words out before he smacks my ass. Hard.

“You’re in for it now, kitten. The claws are coming out.”

Fuck, yeah.

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