His Every Need

by Terri L. Austin

  Trevor moved to the wet bar by the windows. The lighting left him in the shadows, making his cheekbones more pronounced, giving him a wicked, almost sinister look.

  Allie took a deep breath and willed her heart to slow down. He wasn’t going to hurt her. They’d made a deal. “So, what’s the safe word?” Again, she’d blurted it out. She could usually control herself, but around Trevor, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

  He glanced up as he poured a bit of brandy into a snifter. “Would you like one? The brandy, I mean, not the safe word.”

  She nodded and dropped down on one of the sofas. He handed her a glass before sitting across from her.

  Swirling the brandy, he studied her. “Afraid I’ll bring out a whip and handcuffs?”

  Allie took a sip of her drink, feeling the fire of it burn the back of her throat. “How would I know? No pain though, that was our deal.”

  “Right.” He nodded slowly. “So what would be an appropriate safe word, do you imagine?”

  Allie shrugged. He made her feel silly for even bringing it up.

  “How about ‘ouch’? Will that do, Miss Campbell?” He raised a brow and took a sip from his glass.

  “How about ‘stop what you’re doing or I’ll cut your balls off, you bastard’?”

  Narrowing his eyes, he pretended to consider it. “Seems a bit wordy.”

  She fought a smile. “All right, how about”—her gaze darted around the room and landed on the globe—“Uruguay?”

  Grinning, he silently toasted her with his glass. “Uruguay it is. So if I cause you any pain—”

  “Or discomfort.”

  He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Or discomfort.”

  “Or if I feel the slightest bit uneasy.”

  His lips thinned. “Now you’re reaching, Miss Campbell.”

  “It was worth a shot.”

  “To Uruguay.”

  She toasted back and took a sip, dropping her eyes to the faded red-and-blue Oriental rug beneath her feet. She couldn’t remember feeling this nervous, not even the first time she had sex. Prom night—Andy Watson. Of course, she had half a bottle of strawberry wine in her to take the edge off her nerves. She took another sip of brandy. Definitely better than strawberry wine.

  “Where did you go just now, Miss Campbell?” His voice, sharp and clipped at dinner, was now soft and seductive. Was this how he would sound during sex? She imagined him using that persuasive tone to murmur in her ear, to coax her to come. It would definitely work.

  Allie raised her eyes and drank him in—the straight blade of his nose, the intelligent eyes, the hollows beneath his strong cheekbones. So handsome. He was commanding and controlled and at ease with himself. Everything she wasn’t. Everything she wanted to be.

  “I’m right here. With you.” And she meant it. She was still nervous, but she was aroused too.

  “I’m glad.” They stared at each other until Trevor’s eyes drifted over her, slowly moving from her face all the way down to the tips of her new designer shoes. She felt that look against her skin, like a caress. “By the way, I do like the dress. What are you wearing under it?”

  “I believe your people call them knickers.” Allie glanced away, feeling self-conscious, then took a deep breath and looked back. She took another sip of brandy, her hands shaking slightly, her pulse racing.

  “Show me.” His voice sounded deeper than usual.

  She licked her lips and her nipples got hard. Dazed, she realized he could do that with just his voice, make her breasts ache for his touch.

  “Please.” It was the way he said it that got to her. Humble and demanding at the same time.

  She placed her glass on the round table and slowly rose to her feet. Her knees were wobbly and her heart pounded. But when he looked at her that way, like he wanted to devour her, she got excited. She wanted him to look at her, to touch her the way he had in the bathtub.

  She was surprised at her own reaction. Allie’d never thought much of sex, but she had never met a man as sexual and blunt as Trevor either. She knew it was wrong—this whole situation was wrong—but seeing his beautiful face and imagining what he could do with those strong hands made her damp.

  Shutting out all her doubts, all her problems, she focused on this moment. She wanted Trevor for herself, for how he made her feel—like she was the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.

  With trembling fingers, she unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in a navy demi bra and matching thong. Her hard nipples probably showed through the transparent lace. The panties were a wisp of silk between her legs.

  Trevor’s gaze lingered on her breasts. “Come here.” Setting down his glass, he held out his hand.

  She placed her fingers in the center of his palm and took three steps forward until she stood between his long legs. Glancing up at her, he ran his hands along her outer thighs. His gentle touch made her stomach flutter. Then he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the triangle of her thong.

  Allie gasped, leaned her head back, and tried to catch her breath. Why that was so erotic, she couldn’t say, but that small kiss made her knees weak.

  When he looked up at her again, his cheeks were ruddy. She could feel the heat coming off him in waves. He smelled crisp and woodsy and manly, and she took a deep breath, wanting more.

  He played with the little bows on either side of the thong. “You’re so lovely.” His thumbs slipped under the thin straps and slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled them down over her hips, past the curve of her ass. Then, he stretched his hands outward, ripping the fragile material from her body, exposing her before tossing the shredded scraps on the floor.

  Allie covered herself. “Do you know how much that cost?”

  He pulled at her hands, held them away from her body. “Not a clue.” He leaned back against the sofa. “Straddle me.”

  After hesitating for a moment, she did as he commanded while he continued to hold her hands, helping her as she planted her knees on either side of his legs. Lowering herself onto his lap, she felt vulnerable and exposed but so turned on she could barely think. The light woolen material covering his hard cock brushed against her core. She was almost dizzy with want.

  Trevor dropped her hands and spanned her waist with his own, squeezing lightly. When his thumb circled her belly button, Allie swallowed. This was tame stuff, and yet her nerves sizzled and fired in response. She was ready to explode and he’d barely touched her.

  As his hands glided around to her back, Allie grabbed his shoulders. He unhooked her bra, his hands stroking as he slipped the straps over her shoulders and let the lacy cups fall away. His gaze traveled to her bare breasts. He leaned back, still completely dressed, his hands resting on her thighs. Staring at her nipples, he licked his lips. “They’re pink. Gorgeous pink.”

  She released his shoulders so that he could slide the straps down her arms and remove the bra completely. Then, arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward him. “Trevor,” she whispered.

  His eyes returned to hers. “Tell me what you want, Allie. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  She was breathing hard, panting. “Touch me.”

  “Where?” His voice was rough.

  “Everywhere.”

  He moved his hands up her thighs to the rounded cheeks of her ass. He clutched them, kneading her flesh. “Here?”

  She closed her eyes for a second. Each touch, each squeeze made her slick with moisture. She opened her eyes and, reaching out, plunged her fingers into the soft, dark waves of his hair. She leaned down, her lips barely brushing his. “Yes.”

  He let go of her ass and moved his hands up to her hips, his thumbs resting right above her mound, then one lightly slid downward and flicked her clit. “Here?”

  She shuddered and l
icked the seam of his mouth, capturing his bottom lip, sucking it. When he inhaled sharply, she smiled and pulled away. “I said everywhere.”

  He thrust his hand into the hair at her nape. “Not good enough. I want you to tell me exactly what you want, Allison, in lurid, filthy detail.” Using her hair as leverage, he pulled her down for a hard kiss that let her know he was in charge.

  His tongue swept inside her mouth, stroked hers, made her throb. She tilted her hips forward and rubbed her clit against his erection. His slacks, rough against her swollen lips, provided delicious friction.

  Letting go of her hair, Trevor broke the kiss and grabbed her hips, stilling her. “I’m waiting.”

  Allie looked at him, confused and irritated that he’d stopped her from grinding against him. “What?”

  “Details. Tell me.”

  She reached out and jerked at the knot in Trevor’s tie. She took in his face, his dark eyes, his parted lips. “I want to feel your skin against mine.” She pulled the tie out of his collar. Then she hastily unbuttoned his shirt. In the process, she ripped one of the buttons off and heard it ping against the wall.

  “Do you know how much that cost?” Trevor mocked, sounding winded.

  “Nope.” She pulled the shirttails from his waistband and tugged his jacket and shirt over his broad shoulders, pinning his arms in the process. She reached out and squeezed his biceps. “You feel so good, so hard.”

  In response, he leaned toward her and began trailing light kisses across her shoulder. “You’re so soft.” He captured the skin on her upper arm between his teeth and gently bit.

  “You need to be naked,” she whispered.

  “Yes.” He pulled back and tugged the shirt and jacket down his arms, ripping at his cuffs. More buttons flew, and soon his arms and chest were bare.

  She sat back and got her fill of him—masculine and lean with hard-ridged muscles. This was sex. This was what everyone talked about, that out-of-control need. She felt it with him.

  With one hand, she reached out and ran her finger over his collarbone, down the center of his smooth chest to the waistband of his pants.

  “Allie.” He took her hands in his and brought his head forward, kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. His kisses were fast and tinged with desperation.

  “Touch me, Trevor. Touch my breasts.”

  He released her hands and tenderly, with the pads of his fingers, traced little patterns along the sides and tops. “Like this?”

  She shivered and shook her head, strands of her hair spilled over the backs of his hands. “No.”

  “Tell me,” he growled.

  “My nipples.” When he brushed his thumbs over the hard points, she groaned. “More. Harder.”

  He obliged, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them out and then easing them back but never relinquishing his hold.

  Allie ran her hands up and down his arms as he tortured her. Once again, she began rubbing herself along the edge of his hard-on. She moaned at the sensation. Suddenly, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to see his cock, feel it without any obstacles.

  Reaching down, she unbuckled his belt. “You’re still not naked.”

  “We should remedy that immediately.” Trevor pushed her hands aside and unfastened his pants. Lifting his ass to remove them, Allie had to hang on to his arms or get bucked off.

  When he’d finally gotten rid of the last barrier between them, she glanced down at his long, thick shaft and bit her lip.

  “Problem?” he asked, watching her.

  “No. Just big.”

  “Naturally.”

  She smiled at his arrogance and attempted to wrap her hand around him. Her grin widened at his gasp. His dick jumped in her hand, and using her thumb, she circled the head, wiping the bead of moisture across the tip. “Now tell me what you want.” She threaded one hand through his hair, rubbing her lips along his jawline. When she got to his ear, she teased the lobe with the tip of her tongue.

  Trevor grasped her chin in one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “If I told you what I wanted to do to you, Miss Campbell, you’d never stop blushing.”

  Something about having his dick in her hand made her feel bold, in control. “Try me.”

  “I want to tongue fuck you. I want to slide my cock between your tits while you pleasure yourself. I want to watch as you take me in your mouth. I want you in every way imaginable and some I haven’t even thought of yet. But right now, I want to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”

  Oh God, she wanted that too. All of it. She kept her grasp on him, sliding her hand down to the base of his dick and back to the tip. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

  Letting go of her chin, he nibbled his way down her neck. Once he latched on to her breast, she became so focused on her own pleasure, she let go of him and clutched his hair with both hands. He continued to lick at her breast and with one hand, reached between them. When he slipped a long finger inside her pussy, she shuddered.

  “More,” she whispered.

  Then a knock sounded on the door. “Mr. Blake, Miss Campbell.”

  Chapter 6

  Allie froze, but Trevor continued to play with her. The feel of his tongue against her breast was heaven, still she clenched her hands into fists, grabbed his hair, and tried to pull him off.

  “Sorry to disturb you,” Arnold called through the door, “but Miss Campbell’s father is on the phone.”

  Trevor quit sucking, but his finger remained inside her. “She’ll be there in just a moment, Arnold.”

  “Very good, sir.”

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “What if he’d come in?”

  Trevor withdrew his finger and reclined, resting his head against the back of the sofa. Keeping both hands clamped on her hips, his cock jutted between them. “He’d have something to put in his wank bank, I suppose.”

  With a snarl, Allie pushed out of his arms and scrambled off him as she searched for her bra. She found it lying halfway under the sofa and slipped into it. The thong was ripped and useless.

  She glanced down at her feet and realized she was still wearing her shoes. How did she not know that? Grabbing her dress, she hastily shimmied into it, reaching around to zip it up in the back.

  Trevor stood and watched her silently as he pulled on his clothes. He picked up her thong and tucked it into his pocket. “Come here,” he said. Without waiting for her to comply, he pulled her to him. “Your hair is a mess.” He combed his fingers through it, tugging at a few tangles. “There.”

  On shaky legs, Allie walked to the door and opened it. Arnold had left the phone on a silver charger in front of the door. She glanced up and down the hallway, but it was empty. Relief flooded her. Arnold probably knew what they’d been doing, but Allie didn’t think she could face him right now.

  Bending down, she picked up the phone and hit the talk button. “Dad?”

  “Sorry to bother you, Al.” She could hear the weariness in his voice.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Monica came home. Just thought you’d like to know.”

  Allie ran a hand through her hair and winced. Trevor hadn’t gotten out all of the tangles. “Where the hell has she been?”

  “She’s got a boyfriend, Brad something. Truth is, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want her seeing this guy, but I want to give her a safe place to come home to.”

  “But you have to think about Brynn,” she said. “Monica can’t keep treating the house like it’s a hotel. They both need stability and consequences.” And Allie’s leaving hadn’t helped in either department. She turned around and found Trevor listening to every word, an indefinable look on his face. “Listen, Dad, I’ll come over tomorrow morning and we’ll talk about it. Okay?”

  “Sure. Night, Al.”<
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  She clicked the off button and let her eyes drift toward Trevor’s crotch, allowed herself to stare for an instant at his still-hard dick. She had to admit, it was an impressive specimen.

  “Your family drama is becoming quite tedious, Miss Campbell.”

  She walked to the side table and placed the phone next to the cigar box. The man had fingered her twice now, and he couldn’t call her by her first name? “It’s been tedious for a long time, Mr. Blake.”

  He narrowed his eyes at that. “How long will you be gone tomorrow morning?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  He strode toward her, and her heart stopped, waiting to see what he might do. But he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He walked right past her. “Good night, Miss Campbell,” he said as he left the room.

  She stared at the closed door, reeling from the rejection. They’d almost had sex and that was it? Good fucking night, Miss Campbell?

  The desire was gone now, making Allie feel restless. And angry. Her father was dealing with all this Monica crap, and she was busy giving Trevor a handy. And he seemed completely blasé about the whole thing.

  She rubbed her forehead. Well, of course he was unaffected by it. He probably did this type of thing all the time. Hooked up with people. Kept mistresses.

  He was on a different sexual page, and she needed to catch up fast. She had a feeling if she didn’t, she wouldn’t walk away from this mess with her heart in one piece.

  ***

  The next morning, Trevor was seated at the table when Allie stepped into the breakfast room. She wore a pink dress, and it looked pretty on her, but he noted the dark circles beneath her eyes. Apparently she hadn’t been able to sleep either. “Good morning, Miss Campbell.” The words came out as a growl.