Trusted by You

by Amy Muscat

  Picking up a slice of the crusty bread, spreading butter and laying a couple of fries with a splatter of ketchup, she folds it in half, takes a bite and moans in delight.

  “Good?” I laugh at her enthusiasm about food. I love that she wasn’t one of those women who wouldn’t eat in front of guys. Lottie was one of those rare people who didn’t give a flying fuck about what others thought of her, and you just took her as she was.

  I loved that about her.

  “Oh yeah, this is bloody perfect. Back in England, well up North, they call this a ‘chip butty’.” She informs us, her accent deepening.

  “Really?” Mel asks her.

  “Really, really.” Lottie grins.

  “I'd love to go to London,” Mel sighs wistfully.

  “You know that was how I was like when I was younger; I always wanted to come to New York City, and yes I love it, but London is just like New York. There're just a lot more skyscrapers here than there is in London.

  “Really?” Mel asks.

  “Really, really.” Lottie grins. “It’s a great place to go, to explore, and to see the iconic buildings. You ever go, tell me and I'll tell you the best places.” My girl says. Oh fuck. I look over to Mel and watch the sad expression overcome her face. My chest tightens for my little sister. Lottie must notice this too. “What? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did,” she babbles worriedly, biting down on her bottom lip, and flicking her eyes around the table.

  Mel’s the first to clear her throat and answer her. “No, Lottie. You didn’t say anything wrong. I-I just don’t do flying. I'm scared to get onto a plane and fly… I don’t really like the thought of being that high up.” She was both lying, and she wasn’t. Melody was scared, petrified even, of flying. It just wasn’t because she was scared of heights; it was because of her condition, but I understood why she didn’t want to tell Lottie just yet. Melody didn’t like people knowing what was wrong with her. But I don’t think it would take Lottie long to discover what was wrong with Mel– especially if she falls asleep on the table or drops on the floor.

  I, again, feel a pang for my little sister.

  Lottie's face is awash with sympathy. “I'm so sorry; I didn’t know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said it–” she doesn’t finish, as Mel interrupts her.

  “Don’t be silly, Lott's. It’s fine. As you said, you didn’t know. Honest, mistake. I have my fantasies and one of them is to go to London and see everything,” she says wistfully.

  “Okay and on that note, can we talk about something else, please? I don’t want nor do I need to hear about my little sisters fantasies,” says Frankie. He does a fake shudder, to accentuate his point.

  The tension breaks and everyone starts laughing.

  “BYE, GUYS. IT WAS lovely to meet you all; I had a brilliant night. Thank you for inviting me.” Lottie says as she gives Tillie and my brother a hug, before she does the same with my dad. Who places a kiss on her cheek, and then with Mel, who more or less squeezes the life outta her, again. I shake my head at my little sister: I think she has fallen for Lottie, too. My whole family has. It's when my mom gives her a hug that I watch her stiffen before she nods and relaxes when my mom lets go of her.

  What the Hell was that about? I narrow my eyes at my mom, who waves it away before she presses a kiss to my cheek when I bend down.

  “What did you say to her, mother?” I ask her with hardness in my voice.

  “Nothing, darling. I just made her realize something tonight, and it has shocked her, that’s all.” She says gently.

  “What did you say, mom? Don’t scare her away, I really like her.” I don’t think I was ready to vocalize that I loved Lottie just yet. Well… maybe, but not to my mom, Lottie should be the first person to hear those words.

  “You love her, sweetheart, don’t try and deny it. But it’s okay, I won't say anything.” My mom says conspicuously.

  Apparently my mother wanted to shock and silence people tonight.

  I had nothing to say back to her, so I just nod, give her one more kiss, before I spin around and take Lottie's hand into mine. “Bye! See you sometime next week!”

  “You want to walk back or do you wanna grab a cab?” I ask Lottie as we watch my family get into their cars.

  “Can we get a cab? My feet won't handle walking that far, and I don’t relish walking barefoot,” Lottie says looking up at me with doe-eyes.

  Laughing, I tell her, “Of course, Angel. Don’t want your feet hurting now do we? But as I said earlier, those shoes are gonna be wrapped around my neck later as I suck, play, lick, and then pound your tight pussy until you're screaming my name and the whole city can hear you.” I whisper huskily in her ear as I wrap an arm around her shoulder to ward off the chill in the air.

  I watch as she shivers, and not from the cold. I hear her breathing pick up speed. When she looks up at me, I see the lust glossing her navy blues, and I watch as she bites her bottom lip in hunger. My body’s reaction is automatic; it tenses all over, my breathing speeds up, too– just like hers, and my cock becomes so hard you could hammer nails with it.

  “Yes please…” She breathes.

  Fuck!

  Turning my head, I see a cab with its light on and stick two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loud as I can, while lifting my arm from her shoulder and holding up my hand so the driver could see it was me who whistled for him.

  The yellow car pulls over at the curb next to us, we jump in and I rattle off Lottie's address.

  When we reached Lottie's apartment building twenty-two minutes later– yes, I'm counting– I'm so turned on and hard, that I thought my dick might explode at just the thought of being inside her tight, wet pussy.

  Throwing thirty bucks to the driver and I more or less haul Lottie out of the cab and to the elevator. I stabbed at her floor number, impatient for the shaft to hurry itself up and rise– sort of how my dick was at the moment.

  When we, finally, get to her door she fiddles with the keys for a second before getting the right one and pushing it into the lock. Once we’re inside, I slam the door behind us and push her against the wall.

  Bending my head, I inhale at her neck and groan. Her scent of Sun, strawberries, and Chanel was making me dizzy. It was intoxicating. My hips reflectively snapped to her, and I ground my dick on her belly.

  “Blake…” She sighs. “Please… fuck me.”

  Bending, I grip the backs of her thighs and pick her up, making my way to her bedroom. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, and now it was her grinding herself on me. The feel of her panty clad pussy rubbing on my throbbing cock makes my head spin.

  “Angel, stop. Otherwise, I'm gonna end up coming and I really don’t want to yet.” I tell her panting.

  We reach her room and I more or less throw her on the bed; she giggles excitedly.

  “Ohhh… in a hurry?” She laughs.

  “Yes,” I hiss as I undo the buttons of my shirt, shuck my pants off and yank down my black boxer briefs. My hard-on stands on end. It looks angry: maybe because it’s been confined in a tight space for so long.

  “Mmm… look at that cock, practically weeping for me. Come here, baby, and let me take care of it. It looks in pain; I need to kiss it better.”

  Fuck me I hit the jackpot with this girl. There weren’t many women out there that liked to suck a dick, but apparently, my girl liked to kiss and suck me better. I didn’t like to think of her doing this with other men, it just made me Hulk-like mad, so I put the thought to the back of my head and walk over to the bed.

  She rises up on her knees and I plucked at the hem of her dress before I pull it over her head in record-time. I stagger back as I take a good look at her; lacy black bra and the matching panties. Blonde hair mussed like she had already been fucked, and those killer heels she still had on her feet.

  Perfection. Angel-like. Poster girl for an erection. And she was all mine.

  “Beauty… you don’t even know how fucking sexy you look right now,” I murm
ur to her, frozen by her perfection.

  “Really? Well from where I'm sitting, you look mighty fine, too. Your big cock included. Now, get over here and let me suck that glorious piece of meat…” She says sexily, licking her lips enticingly over at me before she crooks her pointer finger and beckons me over.

  Like a fly drawn to the light, I walk over to her palming my thickness and running my hand up and down my shaft.

  She falls forward onto her hands and knees, stretching her neck out and licking from base to the tip of my dick. I stumble closer and with that, she swallows me whole.

  “Fuck!” I bellow. “Fuccckkk.”

  She hums low and long, and I feel the vibrations run through my hard-as-rock cock. Oh God, that feels fucking amazing.

  I feel the tingling and tightening in my balls, and I force myself to pull back from Lottie's hot little mouth. She protests and tries going for more, licking me from base to tip. Cock hungry, I thought with a pleased but tortured groan. I don’t think I'd ever met a woman who liked to suck dick; most thought of it as a chore. Apparently, I got lucky.

  “No. No more Lott's, otherwise I'm gonna blow.”

  She pouts her cock-plumped lips at me, but when I gently push her shoulders, and she's laying on her back, her pout turns into a coy smile. I kneel down and run my hands up her silky-smooth legs, before I reach the top of her thighs and with a twist of my hands and a yank, I effectively have her dangling off the edge of the bed and her sweet pussy against my chest.

  Mmm… What a sight.

  I bend and press a kiss on her left inner thigh; she squirms before I repeat the action on her right. I begin placing butterfly kisses all over her thighs, teasing her. Teasing myself, too; my dick was going to explode any second now. I finally remove her panties that were doing nothing to disguise her arousal. Gripping the backs of her calves, I spread her open to me. God… What a sight. She had the prettiest pussy I had ever seen, and I've seen my fair share; candy-floss pink, completely bare, tight little slit, clit that I’m just able to make out, and wet as a puddle. Her aroma was heady: sweet and fresh.

  I feel some cum drip from my tip, but I ignore it, this was about her and her pleasure.

  So without further ado, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue from the bottom to the top, giving her clit a kiss as I reach it.

  “Fuck…” She whimpers, her back bowing and her hips lifting.

  I place an arm around her, hip to hip, and hold her down as I get back to her sex.

  Sucking at her lips, I run a finger up her leg until I reach her pussy and gently push one finger in. In and out, in and out. I watch mesmerized as her greedy pussy tries to suck my finger back in as I remove it, before pushing it back it again. I go back and lick around the hard little nub and press a kiss on her hood.

  “Blake… pleas– Ohhh God!” She shouts as I suck her clit into my mouth and give it a gentle bite. I can feel her tighten around my finger and I add another finger inside her. Twisting my hand, I make the ‘come-hither’ sign with my fingers and lick her clit as fast as my tongue will allow. She explodes. Hard and fast. My fingers become drenched in her juices and as I raise myself up, I have to wipe my chin with the back of my hand from the wetness situated there.

  She's still trembling as I lift her under her arms and move her to the middle of the bed. I pull her body against mine and wait for her to calm down.

  “Baby… that was, that was fucking perfect,” she says as she turns her head and gives me a kiss, tasting herself in the process. “Hmm…” She hums before she surprises me by rolling over and straddling my hips.

  “You gonna ride me, Angel?”

  “Yep,” she says popping the P.

  “Well jump on board, cowgirl,” I tell her, fisting my dick in my hand and helping her position herself over me. Her tight hole is just out of reach as she sways back and forward, torturing me again when all of a sudden she slams down on my cock. No warning or anything.

  “Holy fucking fuck!”

  “Oh God…” I grab a hold of her curvy hips and help her move. Up and down, up and down. Fuck me she feels good, so tight and warm. So wet and inviting. I don’t think I was gonna be able to hold out for long. I speed my thrusts up, watching her tits bounce along with her and place my thumb over her clit giving it a fast rub.

  “Arghhh!!” She comes, and as I feel her walls contracting around my shaft, squeezing the fucking life outta my dick, I join her and come, too.

  Long and loud, I shout out her name. “Lottieee!” I slow my thrusting down, but still bounce her on my cock. When I've emptied myself inside her and she can't orgasm anymore, I lift her off of me and lay her on her side, me behind: spooning her. We tangle our legs together and I wrap my arm around her waist and she places her head in the crook of my elbow, and I place a kiss on the back of her neck before we both fall asleep.

  MY MOBILE PHONE ringing wakes me up, and I quickly pick it up from the nightstand before it wakes Blake up. Looking at the screen it says ‘Dad’ and I groan. What does he possibly want at 9 am on a fucking Saturday?

  “Hello?” I croak out. God, my voice sounds hoarse. It's all the screaming I did last night when Blake and I were–

  “Morning, pumpkin!” My dad’s cheerful voice stops that thought right in its tracks.

  “Hi, dad.” I groan into the phone. God, I hated morning people. Yes, I was generally awake early in the mornings, but on the weekend I liked to lie-in.

  “Sorry, did I wake you?”

  “Yeah, but don’t worry. What’s wrong?” I ask him, clearing my throat and sitting up in bed; Blake's arm drops to my waist and he wraps his hand around my hip before he snuggles more into the pillow.

  “Err, I just wanted to ask if you could come in today? I need to speak to you about something.” My dad replies back to my question.

  “Can you not just tell me over the phone, dad?” I whine down the phone to him. “I'm really tired, and I can't be bothered to move.”

  “No, I'm sorry Lottie, I do really need to talk to you; it’s important. You don’t need to come in like right now, but before one o’clock this afternoon would be great.” My dad tells me in a tone that tells me that he’s serious.

  Blowing out a frustrated breath, I tell him ‘fine’.

  “Thanks, pumpkin! I'll see you soon.”

  “Yeah dad, I'll see you bloody soon…” I groaned down the phone, hanging up to him laughing.

  Grumbling, I shift my body downward, waking Blake up in the process.

  “Angel… why’re you awake so early?” His sleep-ridden voice filters through the silent room.

  “My dad has just rung and he’s asked me to come into the office today; I can't be fucked to go.” I pout over to him and watch as a sleepy amused smile lights up his face. He looks so young and carefree. He has that five o’clock shadow back on his face that I love. I raise my hand and run my palm over his stubble; he leans into my hand, turns his face slightly and presses a soft kiss there. My heart speeds up at the loving gesture.

  “Morning baby.”

  “Good morning, Angel,” he says back to me. He leans forward and places a lingering kiss on my lips. It wasn’t one of those hungry-tongue-entwining kisses. It was simply a soft caress of our lips.

  “Mmm… that was nice,” I mumble on his lips.

  “Really? Well, how about I kiss another set of lips?” He says cheekily, running one hand over my hip.

  Groaning, I push the sex-crazed fucker away from me. “Leave my vagina alone.”

  Laughing, he rolls over pressing another kiss on my lips before he rolls again and gets out of the bed. Butt-arsed naked. Fuck me that was one nice arse. Thoughts of biting said arse flow through my head as he walks into my en-suite, taking the wonderful view with him.

  Sighing, I force myself to get up too, and walk over to where my nightgown was hanging up behind my door, and wrapped the silk robe around my body before walking out and into the kitchen. I turned on the coffee machine and while waiting for that t
o brew, I pull out three bagels and some Philadelphia.

  Blake had just walked over to the kitchen table as I placed both of our coffees on its surface.

  “Nice, not as good as the breakfast I made you, but it’ll suffice I suppose,” he shrugs with a grin.

  “You bloody cheek. I’ll have you know that I slaved over this breakfast for ten minutes,” I say to him with a faux scowl.

  He chuckles and sits down at my kitchen table, eating the food that I’d ‘slaved’ over.

  As we were washing the dishes up, I thought of how domesticated all this was. I found that I liked it. I liked it a lot.

  “OKAY, I’M HERE. What’s the problem?” I ask as I walk into my dad’s office.

  My mum and dad look over at me as I waltz into the room. My dad’s sitting on the sofa next to my mum and they both give me a smile as I wander over to join them. I drop a kiss on each of their cheeks before sitting on the sofa next to my dad, turning at an angle so I could see the both of them.

  “There’s no problem, pumpkin, I just thought I should tell you that we’re going to be signing Layla Wright. You’ve been championing her for a couple of weeks now. I had Jane, Danni, and Charlie have a read-up on Miss Wright’s book, and they loved it almost as much as you do. So I spoke to the team and they all agreed that we should sign her.” My dad tells me, grinning.

  I squeal. Actually fucking squeal like a teenager at a Beiber concert, but I didn’t care! I was so happy about this; I couldn’t wait to get this published.

  “Thank you so much, dad, you won’t regret it. I promise,” I said to him as I moved over and gave him a hug. Layla Wright’s book was going to be one of those books that hit it big, I could feel it. I knew it would hit the Bestsellers lists all over the world, and I knew it would blow everyone’s minds. Readers would have a new book boyfriend soon and I couldn’t be happier.

  “The only thing is that, as it’s going to be your project, I need you to go to London and see her, speak to her, go over the contract with her. You said that there’s going to be a sequel: well see if she plans to do anymore with this series, after book number two, and see if she would like to sign a book deal for three books. If there is more then tell me, and we’ll revise the contact and negotiate a deal with her.”