“This is a nice development,” I said, and Trevor beamed at the compliment.
When we walked into the show suite, the staff jerked to attention, and it was all, “Good afternoon, Mr. MacIntyre, what can we do for you?”
Two of the agents were guys, and the one female, a blonde, kept giggling every time Trevor talked to her. I felt my face tense up as my eyes narrowed at her. She had a too-tight blouse, straining across her br**sts, tons of makeup, and those long, lacquered nails.
Stay away from my man, I thought, then I felt embarrassed for being so territorial. Trevor and I had been dating for only a week. The rush of jealousy took me by surprise, by the ferocity and how quickly it had set in. Plus, I'd never felt jealous about my other boyfriends, I guess because most of them were secretly g*y and other women had more sense than I did—better g*ydar, if you will.
Trevor was all man, and for now, he was all mine. Watching him talk to the blonde made me want to do more than slip my hand into his. I wanted to kiss him, to get my scent on him, to make him call my name as he came, orgasming deep inside me.
I fanned my face, wondering if the show suite was hot from the halogen track lights, or if it was just me. Everybody else seemed comfortable. Just me.
The door opened, and a bunch of people came in, with kids, and a dog, too. They all wanted to go look at specific suites, and Trevor told the three agents to go ahead, as he'd be taking photos in the show suite and would keep an eye out for visitors.
They all went out the door, full of excitement and sales-speak. Trevor raised his eyebrows at me and said, “Alone at least.”
I was examining a tiny model of the development, on a big table in the middle of the space, and he ran up behind me and jokingly ground his pelvis into the back of my butt, through my denim skirt.
“You bad boy,” I said, but I spread my legs as wide as they'd go in the skirt and pressed my bum back into his growing bulge.
Huskily, he said, “Wanna see the bedroom?” He grabbed my br**sts over my shirt and plundered my body with those big, warm hands.
I felt the stinging ache in my pu**y instantly. He was teasing me, I knew it, but I was going to get him back.
After he pulled away from me, he led me around the show suite, showing off the appliances and gleaming finishes in the kitchen. He had his camera out, and took some reference photos relating to the deficiencies. While he wasn't paying attention, I slipped behind a closet door and pulled off my panties, then stuffed them in my purse. I was wearing a denim skirt and cute sneakers, perfectly respectable-looking, and walking around without panties on felt liberating and exciting.
Trevor led me up the stairs, talking about the craftsmanship of the wood railing. It was a lovely home—not as fancy as his actual house, but I could see some of the same attention to detail carried over. The place had his fancy computerized lighting system, available as an upgrade.
The master bedroom looked a lot like Trevor's bedroom, except the four-poster bed was a Queen, not a King, like his. I commented on this, and he said, “Makes the room look bigger.” He winked. “One of the tricks of the trade.”
“Oh, I'm in the theater business,” I said. “I know a thing or two about showmanship. For example ...”
I glanced down at my hands as I inched my denim skirt up over my thighs.
He licked his lips. I definitely had his attention. We were alone in the show suite—for now—so I lifted the skirt all the way, showing him my bare pu**y.
“Again, no panties!” he said.
“Just wanted to give you a little preview before dinner tonight.”
“Damn.” He got down on his hands and knees on the thick, new carpet, and crawled toward me like an animal.
I dropped the skirt down and backed up a few steps. “Bad doggy.”
“I'm a bear,” he said as he grabbed my legs. “I take what I want.” He pulled the skirt up and dove at my pu**y, licking it hungrily. I gasped and staggered two more steps back, so I could lean against the room's dresser for support.
I moaned, then tried to nudge him away, saying, “Someone's going to come in on us!”
He had my skirt up around my waist and he licked up and down my lips, then dug in deep with his tongue. He stopped just long enough to say, “People try to have sex in show suites all the time. That's why we have three staff on duty at all times.”
“Well, I am going to stop you … in a minute.” I leaned back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of being licked. His hands were also busy, though not on my intimate area. Rather, his hands kept running up and down my legs, hungrily. The movement and pressure of his hands extended the pleasure he was giving me with his mouth, throughout my entire body, sensitizing every bit of me. Even my face felt pre-orgasmic.
“Enough,” I said, gasping. “Save some for later.”
“I want you,” he said.
I thought of him talking to the blonde, of him smiling as she giggled at everything he said. He'd been very naughty, flirting with her right in front of me.
“So, take me,” I said. Waves of pleasure were washing over me, and I would have done anything to get more. I wanted him, all of him.
He picked me up and dropped my bum on the surface of the dresser. In a matter of seconds, he had his pants open. He yanked down his underwear and released his erection, the tower of it springing forth from those dark, heavenly curls of his.
He seemed blinded by lust, thrusting at me, banging the head against my leg and my lower stomach. I grabbed his shaft and tugged him toward me, helping him guide the tip into place. I was wet from excitement plus his saliva, and he slid in easily.
Over him breathing in my ear, I heard the sound of a door opening.
“Trevor,” I said.
He thrust into me, hard. “I like it when you say my name.”
“Trevor, I think someone's come in the door downstairs.”
He grunted and thrust into me again, not just into me, but also angling up. He practically lifted me off the dresser with his cock.
And it was the most incredible sensation.
So much pressure, and in just the right places.
I wrapped my legs around him and begged him to do it again.
He did, thrusting in and lifting me up, again, and again.
My heart pounded, my pulse crashing in my ears, throbbing in my neck.
He thrust in again and again, and I felt his c**k expanding, getting ready to come inside me.
“Oh, Trevor,” I murmured in his ear.
He banged into me once, twice, three more times, and then he paused, letting go. He stayed deep, lifting me up completely off the dresser, with the help of his hands on my hips, and he came, deep inside me, at the same time I did. My fingers dug into his back, through his light jacket.