Page 64 of Blindside Love

“I’ll have that right out for you,” she says with a polite nod before turning and walking to the kitchen.

I can finally breathe, yet it’s more of a panting, unable to control myself as the beginning of an orgasm has started, the tingling at the base of my spine taking over. But Trevor hasn’t stopped,

“Trevor. Stop. I’m going to come,” I whisper, my words coming out hoarse, and throaty, as I fight to hold it together, fight to not lean into my release knowing it’s exactly what I truly want right now.

He leans in, his lips hot near my ear as he kisses me lightly, his movement getting harder as he brings me closer and closer to falling apart. “Kitten, let go. Come all over my hand. I want to watch you fall apart into a million pieces. That way I can put you back together and do it again and again.”

That does it.

I fall apart, leaning my face into the crook of his neck to muffle my moans as I come on Trevor’s hand, in the middle of a restaurant with our waitress already returning, this time with a breadbasket.

“Here’s some bread and butter, could I get you anything else before your food arrives?” she asks politely, her eyes still returning to Trevor every so often, but at this moment, I can’t blame her. If only she knew what his fingers could do in a short time frame, she’d really be eye-fucking him.

I can’t respond though, as I fight to catch my breath as Trevor slips his fingers out of me, the sensation even more intense as my whole body is tingling. But the moment he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean as he smiles at me with faux innocence, I realize I don’t give two shits about this meal.

I want him.

Our server turns to leave before Trevor snaps out of his horny haze, finally thinking long enough to respond. “Excuse me, could we actually take our food to go,” Trevor says, his voice raspy, deep, and seductive as he says the words, yet he gives nothing away as to what’s happening beneath the table. “My date is hot, and I’ve got to get her home so I can eat.” The way her cheeks redden, I know she didn’t miss the heavy innuendo in his words, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed. I like his public claiming just as much as I liked getting caught in the alley. I’d go as far as to say it’s a huge turn-on if how wet I am right now means anything.

“Alright, I’ll have that right out,” she says, grabbing his credit card and scurrying off.

“We’re leaving?” I purr, doing nothing to hide my smirk.

“We are.”

“I thought you wanted to stay and have our meal? We have all night to spend together,” I say, my confidence quickly leaving, and I return to the puddle of goo I’ve been for the last hour as he leans in, his mouth right next to my ear, making sure I feel each of his words as he whispers them.

“I made a mistake. I thought I could wait until later, but then I touched you, kissed you, tasted you, and now you’re all I can think about. You’re consuming me, kitten. If we’re done fighting it, I don’t want to wait a second longer. I want you in my bed, naked. I want to touch you, lick you, fuck you. I want to make sure that the only cock you remember for the rest of your life is mine.”

I shudder at the promise in his words as he looks down at his phone and calls us an Uber. Fuck walking back to the car, it’s time to get home.

Chapter 23

Ellie

The feel of his lips on mine is the only thing I can think about as his hands tangle in my hair, moving me until I’m sitting in his lap. He smells so good, like laundry soap and whiskey—not a combination I would usually think would smell so good, but on him, it’s fucking perfect.

“We’re here. Now take your makeout session elsewhere and get out of my Uber.”

Whoops.

I don’t regret one second of it. His lips are fucking delicious.

Trevor hands him a hundred, and the guy immediately perks up, no longer annoyed about our backseat activities. As he smiles smugly at us, we step out onto the street. Trevor’s hand immediately finds mine as he pulls me through the lobby and into an empty elevator. The second we’re inside, he has me pressed against the wall, one hand lifting my leg onto his and pins me with his hips, his erection grinding against my core.

We are touching in so many places. His hands and lips are all over me, but I want more. I feel frantic, out of control, as my hands move into his hair, my leg pulling him against me as we kiss like this is our last night on earth. As the elevator stops, he pulls back, breathless, as he stares down at my mouth. I’m out of breath, barely standing as he’s practically holding me upright.

His mouth hovers right near my ear, his voice ragged, “All bets are off tonight. You’ve got about two minutes to prepare yourself before I wreck this sweet little cunt of yours.” He drags me off the elevator and down the hall.

Holy fuck, that was hot. Who is this man?

Caveman Trevor is hot, his possessiveness is hot, and I want every last bit of his promise to come true.

In mere seconds, he has his door open and is lifting me into his arms as he makes his way to his room, throwing me down onto his bed. What is it with this man and his tossing me around like it’s nothing?

“Sir, you seem to really like throwing me around.”

“Oh, sweet girl, this is only the beginning,” Trevor growls, one hand undoing his belt, quickly sliding it from his pants before setting it down next to me. He makes quick work of his button and zipper but leaves it at that. His pants are slung low on his hips as he grips the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and throwing it down onto the floor.

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