V: Confessions Steeped In Pleasure

FREE-USE ROOMMATES, EPISODE 5: CONFESSIONS STEEPED IN PLEASURE

TINAHSE

When it was over, Trevor looked at me like a wounded animal. His eyes said the words, what have you done? I could not tell if he was talking to himself in the third person or if he was just asking me.

I cupped his chin and pinched his cheek before I got off his lap.

"I will be in my room," I said, more to myself than to him. Then I left him with his sobbing girlfriend, who had slid down the door and was now sitting like a pile of rags, shaking with heavy sobs.

I paid her no attention. I forced down the guilt in my heart and held my head high as I walked out. Whatever would happen next was not my game to play.

It was a full-circle moment when Trevor climbed into bed beside me.

I closed my eyes tightly when he got close enough. His body slid in beside mine, barely enveloping all of me in the heat of his embrace.

What was going to happen this time? Was he going to hurt me? Had he finally come to his senses? Or had his girlfriend told him the only way she would forgive him is if he got rid of me?

Instead of any of that, Trevor tapped my shoulder and stirred me awake.

"Tina? Tina?" he called in a whisper.

My eyes snapped open, but turning to face him took a moment.

Getting my eyes to hold his gaze without looking away took even longer.

"Gabby just left," he said first, and waited through what felt like a long heartbeat.

"Oh."

"She was pissed and sad."

"Oh." Because what more could I say than oh? If he was here to scold me and warn me to stay away from him, we better get it over with.

"Why did you do that?" Trevor asked, settling on a question I could not easily answer.

"I..." I could not find the perfect words. "A couple of reasons. Some big, some small."

"Tell me all of it," Trevor said, rising from the bed and reaching out for my hand.

"First, I wanted you," I began as he led me off the bed. "Second, she called me fat. She said she did not want you to see me like this. So I made her watch an even harder sight."

"You wanted to let her know you own me." Trevor stopped, and I bumped right into his hard chest.

I swallowed hard, feeling a sudden rush of bold confidence despite the thunderous beating in my chest. "Yes. I own you."

Trevor moved like water, smooth and light on his feet, as he stepped up behind me. His fingertips traced a line down my arm, barely breaking the skin, sending shivers straight to my core.

"She said some things about you, and it made me see the kind of person she has always been. I broke up with her."

"Is that the third time or the fifth?" I attempted a joke.

Trevor answered with absolute finality in his voice. "It is the last," he said in a way that made me believe him.

Despite everything I knew about them, and all the times he had relapsed into that toxic relationship, I knew this was different.

Trevor kissed my shoulder blade, his warm lips pressing against my skin. "I have been blind, stupid, careless," Trevor whispered, planting even more soft kisses down my back.

A feather-light touch leaped from one sweet spot to the next. His kisses mapped a straight line down my spine until he scattered his mouth across my skin, his hot breath teasing me. "But you, Tinashe, have shown me what I needed all this time. Everything I have ever wanted has been right here with me." Trevor spoke softly, his hands turning me around to face him.

The raw sincerity in his eyes caught me completely off guard. His throat bobbed as his gaze lowered to my lips, my chest, and back to my eyes.

In his gaze, I was beautiful. I had always loved myself, but having someone else look at me with that level of raw, desperate desire did something wild to my senses.

Most of my life, I had been the only one who truly loved me. But being with Trevor was different.

We crashed together, our lips meeting in a ragged, breathless kiss as we clung to each other. Oh, how magical it felt.

Trevor pressed himself into me, kissing me like a starving animal. I gasped against his nose, taking everything my lips could handle.

I sighed into his embrace as his hands cupped my rear, pulling me tightly against him until I was pressed hard against my bedroom dresser, the air thick with heavy, electric tension.

"Can I?" Trevor asked, his voice barely a rasp.

And I nodded, just as barely.

He swept his hand across my table, clearing away the scattered books and jewelry in one swift motion.

I gasped as his strong, bulky arms lifted me easily onto the edge of the table.

Parting my legs so he could step between them was not enough for Trevor or me. His briefs were torn away, and the delicate strings of my thong parted instantly.

Trevor lowered his head to my chest, ravishing each breast with hot, deliberate intent before his lips dragged lower, pressing against my wet heat.

My fingers dug into the wooden table, my nails gripping hard to steady myself.

Trevor continued lower until he was kissing the inside of my thighs, setting every inch of my skin on fire.

My core throbbed, pink and swollen with need. My purple lingerie was bunched between my hips and the dresser, the wet fabric slipping down.

Trevor rose from my center, his fingers slick and glistening with my own arousal. Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers deep inside me.

"You are so pretty when you cannot keep it quiet," Trevor murmured hotly against my neck.

He nipped my skin with his teeth before bringing his face back to mine.

"Keep what quiet?" I managed to gasp out. It was a mistake, because he curved his fingers inside me, drawing a loud, broken moan right off my lips.

At that sound, Trevor smiled darkly. "There. That," he whispered just before sliding his fingers out of me.

He held his wet fingers right above my face, forcing me to look up and see what I had done to myself.

My heavy eyes locked onto his, my bottom lip bleeding slightly from where I had bitten down too hard.

I wanted to clamp my legs shut, but I could not move. Trevor stood right there, an absolute temptation.

Instead, I tasted myself on his fingers as his lips crashed back onto mine, trapping his hand between our mouths.

He did not warn me before the next move. His thick heat pressed against my entrance, and I parted my legs wider, welcoming him completely.

"I love you, Tina," Trevor whispered before slowly burying himself deep inside my burning core.

I cried out in pure, unadulterated pleasure, my fingers gripping the bare flesh of his back as my teeth searched for a place to sink in.

Trevor kissed my face all over, moving his hips in a slow, hypnotic, erotic rhythm.

"Do not say it if you do not mean it," I found myself crying out, my body wrapped completely around his.

Trevor tried to look into my eyes, but I squeezed them shut.

"I mean it, Tee. I mean it," he groaned. Then, surprising me entirely, he lifted me right off the dresser and carried me over to the cold bedroom wall.

The chill of the wall hit my bare back, but the friction of Trevor driving hard and deep inside me set my entire body on fire. An orgasm was building, my tight inner walls gripping him fiercely, charged with wild, reckless passion.

All I could do was whisper, shiver.

Shake.

I came completely undone in his hands just as he spilled inside me with one final, deep grunt. His hot breath branded my skin, he sent tingles straight to my toes.

It was an awakening, a ride that I would never forget.