His Every Need

by Terri L. Austin

  When he reached the second-floor landing, he glanced back at Allie. She bore the same worried expression as she had the first time they met. It bothered him now. He wanted to ease her burdens.

  “Come on, darling.” He took her hand and pulled her down the hall and around the corner to his room. He let go of her wrist, opened the door, and allowed her to precede him.

  Allie hadn’t been in this room before. What a colossal mistake on his part. Suddenly, he had a burning desire to see her in his bed, her pale hair spread across his pillow.

  “I can’t believe Monica’s going back to him. And she’ll probably wind up pregnant or worse, with no education, no money.” She walked over to the bed, her hand drifting across the carved bed post. She paused a moment and looked at it. “This bed is something else.” She jumped up on the mattress and leaned back. “She’s smart, she’s pretty, and she’s throwing her future away on this loser. Why?”

  “Because he gives her the attention she craves.” He lay down next to her, and she moved over a bit to give him room. “It’s much easier to get this Brad fellow’s attention than have to work at something, like school.”

  They lay in silence for a few moments. “You don’t like the bed?” he finally asked.

  “No, I do. It’s just so over-the-top. I mean, you have four practically life-sized naked angels for posts.” She reached out and traced the vines carved into the headboard. “How old is this bed?”

  Trevor reached out and traced Allie’s breast. “A few hundred years, I imagine.” Her nipples budded under his fingers.

  “Was this bed your grandfather’s too, along with the collectibles?”

  By now, Trevor had abandoned her breast, lifted the hem of her dress, and was moving his hand upward, over her hip. He slid his thumb under the strap of her knickers, rubbed her hip bone. “Yes, it was his life’s work, collecting bits and pieces. He’d become obsessed with a subject.” He moved his hand up to her stomach, brushed across her belly button. Her dress was hiked up, and he admired the rose-colored knickers. “Then he’d start collecting.” He moved over her, pressed his hips into hers while he grasped her wrists and held them above her head. “This was my bed as a boy. My grandfather’s old Georgian house was the only home I ever had.” He leaned forward and took her earlobe between his teeth. Allie arched toward him and moaned.

  She wrapped both of those long, smooth legs around his hips. “What about this house? Isn’t it home?”

  Not until now. He almost said it out loud but clamped his mouth shut in the nick of time. The idea was absurd. What he and Allie had wasn’t about that. It was about sexual attraction, nothing else.

  “I haven’t fucked you in my own bed yet.” He let go of her wrists, reached underneath her, and unzipped her dress, pulling it away from her shoulders and down her arms. Her nipples were visibly hard beneath the rosy satin bra. He bent his head and ran his tongue over one. He raised his eyes to watch her reaction.

  Allie gave him a tender look that made him uncomfortable. In one quick move, he raised himself and stripped her of her dress. Then he settled over her again and roughly kissed her. He didn’t want to talk about his grandfather or her sister and the worthless boyfriend. He wanted to pound into Allison. Over and over and over again.

  She kissed him back as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and hastily undid the buttons down the front. She pushed it off him and ran her short nails down his back. God how he loved that.

  With his knees on either side of her hips, he sat up and divested himself of his shirt, then watched as she reached beneath her back and unhooked her bra. He helped pull it off and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs against her nipples. Allie moaned.

  This was what they had, this was all that mattered—how it felt when they were together. Everything else fell away.

  Moving down, Trevor whipped off her knickers. He then hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them over his shoulders. Before he pounded into her, he was going to taste her. Thoroughly.

  He ran his hands up and down her legs, ran his chin alongside her knee. Biting her lip, she shivered.

  “Touch yourself, Allison. You know what that does to me.” He watched as she pressed her breasts together. Those lovely, full, pink-tipped breasts. His shallow breath quickened as he watched her lick a finger and twirl it around a nipple.

  Groaning, he lowered himself until his mouth almost touched her pussy, and using both hands, parted her outer lips. With long, steady strokes he licked her before dipping his tongue inside her, then slowly lapped up to her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, watching her with hooded eyes. “Talk to me.”

  ***

  Allie couldn’t think, let alone talk. “Less talking, more licking,” she managed to say. Palming her breasts, she ran a thumb over her nipples. It was like there was an invisible string from them to her clit. She glanced down, her eyes meeting Trevor’s.

  He continued to lick, his tongue darting inside her. Every muscle in her body clenched in response.

  Then he stopped, planted a kiss on her thigh. “You taste sweet.” He slid a finger inside of her, brought it to his mouth, and sucked it. But those stormy gray eyes never left hers. “So sweet.”

  She pinched her nipples into sharp points and ground her hips into the bed. “Lick me again.”

  “Where, darling?” He raised his brows and looked like he could wait all night for her response as he ran his chin along her lower abdomen. His coarse stubble tickled her skin.

  She rubbed her lips together. “I want you to tongue fuck me. Now. Happy?”

  “Ecstatic.” He lowered his head and resumed. Slowly, he slid his tongue over her wet folds. Over and over. Occasionally, he’d flick the tip across her clit, making her shiver.

  She closed her eyes and tilted her chin toward the ceiling. “That feels so good.” She let go of one breast to reach down and run her fingers through his hair. “I’m close.”

  Trevor twisted his tongue inside her, then pulled it out, and replaced it with his finger. His mouth clamped over her while he added another finger. She was so wet, so ready.

  But Trevor backed off. He lifted his head and slipped his fingers free.

  Allie’s eyes snapped open. “What? Why did you stop? Don’t stop.”

  He rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh. “I don’t want you to come yet.”

  “I hate you,” she said, pulling at his hair. She wasn’t gentle either.

  Trevor chuckled against her wet pussy and started teasing her all over again. He used light strokes this time, barely touching her at all. It drove Allie crazy, and she tried to move her hips toward him, tried to press his head closer, but every time she did, he’d stop altogether. “Trevor,” she screamed.

  “Yes, darling, may I help you?”

  She rose to her elbows. “You can, but you won’t.”

  “Was there something special you wanted, love?”

  She was practically gasping for air. “Please let me come. Or I may have to take matters into my own hands.”

  “Will one orgasm do or would you like two?”

  She glared down at him. “Why don’t we start with one and see how that goes?”

  He laughed and lowered his head. This time his tongue swept over her slit, slid up to her swollen clit. It darted swiftly, lightly over her sensitive nub. When he slid two fingers inside her, she finally came. Practically bucking off the bed, she twisted her head and moaned into the pillow. It seemed to go on forever, and he didn’t let up, didn’t slow his pace. He curled his fingers, finding her G-spot. At least that’s what she assumed it was, because she’d never felt anything quite like it. Pressure, but in a good way. The orgasm rocked through her. And once it finally subsided, she lay panting and still throbbing a bit.

  Gently removing his fingers, Trevor looked up at her w
ith satisfaction. “Happy?” he repeated back to her.

  “No. I decided on two orgasms.”

  He moved her legs off his shoulders. Then taking his sweet time, he kissed his way toward her breasts. “I’m up to the challenge, Miss Campbell.” He covered one with his mouth while his hand cupped the other and pinched her nipple.

  With her legs splayed, Allie moved her hips, rubbing herself against him. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  He released her breast. “Yes.” Maneuvering to the side of the bed, he stood, shucking his shoes, socks, and finally, thank God, his trousers. He pulled open the drawer on the bedside table, quickly ripped open a packet, and fitted the condom over his cock.

  Allie closed her legs, rubbed her ankle down one shin, and watched him. “You’re evil, you know, teasing me like that.”

  ***

  Trevor smiled as he watched her. She was comfortable with herself and with him. Seeing her stretched out, staring at his aching prick with a look of anticipation was driving him round the bend. And Allie knew it. “I just let you come. I don’t see that as evil.”

  He grabbed her ankles and spun her toward him, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Once again, he wrapped her legs around his waist before gliding inside her. Wanting nothing more than to slam into her, he teased her instead, sliding in a couple of inches, then pulling back.

  “Really evil,” she groaned.

  With a shudder, he pulled out almost all the way.

  “Trevor.” She cupped her breast and licked her lips.

  “Yes…darling?” It was getting harder and harder to go slow, to taunt her with a few shallow strokes before withdrawing. He wasn’t just torturing her, he was torturing himself. But it hurt so good.

  “Fuck me hard,” she demanded. “Now.”

  He laughed and rammed his cock home. “I’ve created a monster.”

  “Harder.”

  “Gladly.” He drove his hips forward. Grabbing her ass, he stroked inside, long and hard. “You feel so damn good, Allison.”

  Then he pulled out of her completely and stepped back, unwrapping her legs from his waist.

  “Seriously?” she growled.

  “On your knees.” Taking her calves in his hands, he flipped her onto her stomach.

  Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she looked back at him with glazed eyes. “You’d better follow through this time, English.” She shifted her position, propping herself on her hands and knees.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Allie complied, and he grabbed her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other as he slid into her. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep an even pace. He wanted her to come again before he did.

  Allie collapsed onto her forearms and clutched the duvet. She was close again, he could tell. “Don’t…stop…or I’ll…kill…you.” When she came this time, she leaned her forehead against the bed and moaned.

  He didn’t stop. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking it. His fingers bit into her hip as he came.

  ***

  Allie lay beside Trevor, stretched out on her stomach, and tried to catch her breath. Dear Lord, that man knew what he was doing. He’d pushed her to the brink and brought her back too many times to count.

  She’d never felt this satisfied, this fulfilled after sex. Of course, she’d never been in love before either.

  He reached out and stroked her ass in lazy circles, occasionally kneading it. “I came through, gave you two orgasms.”

  “Sorry, English, they only count when they’re together. These were separate, so…”

  He raised his head to glower. “You said two orgasms. You didn’t specify they had to be together.”

  She yawned and patted her mouth. “Didn’t think I needed to spell it out for you.”

  He grunted. “I’m tossing out a yellow card on that.”

  She laughed. “I don’t even know what that means.”

  They didn’t speak but lay in companionable silence for a while. Eventually, Allie rolled on her side and faced him.

  “What am I supposed to do?”

  He gave her a sleepy smile. “Begin by stroking, then use your mouth. It may take me a few minutes, but I’ll be up to the task again in no time.”

  She slapped his chest. Laughing, he caught her hand and held it against him.

  “I mean about Monica.”

  “Back to that, are we? What can you do, love? You know if you try to talk her out of it, she’ll just run back to him that much quicker.”

  “Would you talk to her? She might listen to you.”

  He slid her a look. “No, absolutely not.”

  “You’re right.” She sighed dramatically and peered up at him through her lashes. “It was wrong to ask.”

  Trevor laughed again. “Sorry, darling, that doesn’t work on me.”

  She leaned toward him and bit his shoulder. “Okay, so tell me what to do. I have to do something. I have to fix this.”

  “Why?”

  “Because,” she said, sitting up, “she’s my sister. She’s my responsibility.”

  Blowing out a breath, he took a strand of her hair and wound it around his finger. “Actually, she’s not.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he shushed her. “Listen to me. You’re not her mother, you’re not her father. What choices and decisions she makes are hers alone.”

  “So what’s the alternative? Just let her come and go whenever they have a fight? Just let her continue to make stupid mistakes?”

  “Again, love, what choice do you have?”

  She frowned. “None, I guess.”

  But it was frustrating. She wanted to rescue her sister, give her guidance.

  Trevor reached around and swatted her butt.

  She blinked up at him. “What was that for?”

  “You’re thinking about your sister again. When we’re in bed, I’d appreciate your undivided attention.” He rolled her beneath him and claimed her mouth with his own.

  ***

  The next three weeks flew by in a flurry of shopping, cake tasting, and picking out exotic and overpriced flowers. Oh, and having insane amounts of sex with Trevor.

  Allie couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face. Even Brynn noticed. “You seem happy,” she said one afternoon after Allie picked her up from school.

  “Things are going well. With the job, I mean.”

  Brynn rolled her eyes. “The job, right. It has nothing to do with Trevor?”

  “Nope.”

  “I’d believe you if I didn’t see the same expression on Dad’s face.”

  Allie’s smile disappeared. “Everything okay with you and Dad?” She hadn’t spoken to him since the night she drove Brynn home from Trevor’s house. It still felt strange and wrong, not living at home, not talking to her dad. But she couldn’t bring herself to call him.

  “Ms. Castor’s okay, if that’s what you’re asking. She made dinner last night.”

  “How was that?”

  Brynn shrugged. “Weird. Not the dinner, that was meatloaf, but her being in the house was kind of awkward. She’s trying really hard.”

  “Do you like her?” Allie asked.

  “She’s okay.” Brynn stared out the passenger window for a minute. “Are you ever going to talk to Dad again?”

  “Of course, don’t be silly.” But not right now, the pain was still too sharp. She felt betrayed, used even. It wasn’t right to feel that way, but she couldn’t help it. She’d given up five years of her life for her family, and he didn’t give a damn. She braked at a stop sign and closed her eyes, unable to shake the hurt feelings.

  She wasn’t ready to talk to him. Not that he seemed eager to speak to Allie either. No, this was a two-way freeze out, and right now, she didn’t want
to be the first one to thaw.

  She didn’t speak again until she pulled through the mansion’s gate, waving at Carl as she passed the guard house. “Mrs. Hubert said you could help her make the tea today.”

  “I love decorating those cakes.” Brynn opened the door and hopped out.

  Every afternoon, Trevor took tea with Allie and Brynn in the conservatory. Sometimes Mags would join them. Brynn liked helping in the kitchen and had started making a little cake decorated with Trevor’s initials. After a couple hours at the mansion, Allie would drive Brynn home before dinner but never went inside the house.

  Besides the fight with her father, Allie’s other worry was Monica. She hadn’t talked to her sister since she and Brad left the mansion that night. Allie called twice and left messages, but didn’t hound Monica like she had in the past. She worried about the lawyer and whether Mon was going to school. But Trevor was right, there was nothing she could do.

  For his part, Trevor seemed more at ease than he had before. Even around his parents. Not that he wasn’t above making snarky comments. But there was a relaxed atmosphere around the house and Trevor seemed almost content.

  After dinner each night, Allie didn’t know what Nigel and Mags got up to, but she and Trevor would politely excuse themselves, take a walk in the fairy-lit garden, and, when they couldn’t stand it anymore, run up to Allie’s room. They’d tear at each other’s clothes and screw like crazy for the rest of the night.

  Trevor had her talking like a sailor, trying new positions, and she had even picked up a couple sex toys from the shop Mags had dragged her into. She’d never planned on using the furry, leopard-print handcuffs or the bright purple vibrator. But Trevor found them and put them to good use.

  He spent each night in her bed, curled around her. His deep, even breaths lulled her to sleep. At least once in the middle of the night, Trevor would reach for her. He’d wake her with his talented fingers drifting across her breasts, her belly, her legs, before slipping them inside her. Then, he’d turn her on her side and, while nuzzling her neck, slide into her while he toyed with her nipples. It was addictive.

  She didn’t know how long it would last, but she didn’t dwell on that. She’d pushed aside all thoughts of her temporary situation with Trevor and decided to enjoy the time she had with him, to live in the moment. It was hard for her to do, but she was trying.