He places a knee on the mattress and uses his body to force me up the bed farther. Once he has both knees on the bed, I fall back again. Trey rests above me and his eyes take in my naked upper body. I’m exposed, but now I feel it too. A smirk stretches across his features, and his hands come to rest on the top of my jeans.
Using a single finger, he traces the area right underneath the top of my jeans and when his hand reaches the middle, he tugs up. My lower half bends closer to his and his smile increases. With a quick flick, he undoes the metal button and my body stirs more.
I try to sit up again to help him take off his blue button down shirt. If he gets a view, I should as well. Before I get my shoulders off the bed, he works to unbutton the material exposing his smooth and muscular chest. But he allows it to hang from him. I reach my hand up to run it over his indented stomach. He lets my fingers to run up and down his expanse while he watches my movements in silence. His body tightens when I move my hand lower until I'm an inch above his pants.
The room falls silent, the area filled with only our raspy breathing. When Justin Timberlake starts singing we both freeze.
“Simone?” Trey lowers his head with the question.
I shrug. “It’s my sister.” I try to sit up again, not sure if I want to ignore her and lay back down or if I should make a run to grab my phone from the charger in the kitchen. As I decide she knows how to use voicemail, Trey’s legs tighten on my hips and I’m helpless to move anyway.
“She can wait. This is fucking happening even if I have to tie you to the bed.”
My eyes widen at his comment and his gravely words send a rush of heat through my body.
Trey doesn’t miss the reaction. “Simone,” he says my name in a sensual slur, drunk off the moment. “Do you like the idea of being tied down while I fuck you?”
“Um.”
Trey’s off me in an instant. He tugs his shirt off from around his body and then he’s back on the bed and pushing me farther up the mattress. “Oh, baby, this is going to besomuch fun.”
He wears a wicked smile while in one hand he holds his blue shirt by the sleeves dangling it in front of me. He’s going to tie me up with his shirt? Rather than protest, I move up the few inches until I’m close enough to the headboard I worry I'll hit my head.
“Bring your hands up, Simone.” His tone’s changed from earlier. Rather than light and fun, Trey now sounds throaty and deep. It makes this moment feel that much more mischievous and my heart skips a beat with what I’m going to allow him to do.
It’s impossible to refuse his commands when they’re said in his deep voice, so I raise both hands to a rail on the headboard. His body moves with mine and as I position my hands Trey leans over me. He secures me to the metal railing and I stick out and run my tongue in a circle around his nipple. His chest leans close and I use it as a sign of approval to do more as I lightly bite down. His body jerks and before I’m ready he moves away. One of his fingers lays across my lips in a bad girl admonishment, but his face radiates pleasure.
Reaching up he pulls on my hands to test his knot. When my restraints stay, his jaw ticks in approval. He steps off the bed as his eyes track up and down my body while his thumb rubs at his jaw line. The desire to lick the same trail overtakes me and I jerk on my restraints to no avail. It only makes his smile grow.
“When Finn’s mom picked out this bed for the apartments, I had no idea it would be so versatile. Remind me to thank her.”
The Justin Timberlake song starts over again and Trey’s eyes narrow at me. I give him my best innocent look to remind him I’m the one tied up here. From one instant to the next his expression changes. Reaching above me, Trey brings the still loose back section of his shirt over my eyes blocking out my light. The bed moves and I still to focus on listening for where he is, but I don’t feel him next to me. The pounding of my heart drowns out any other sound in my vicinity.
“Hello,” Trey answers my phone in the kitchen.
He’s not talking to my sister? He wouldn’t dare. Would he? Of course he would, he’s Trey. The blue material stops just below my eyes, not being long enough to reach my entire face from where my hands are tied. I try to move my head from side to side to uncover my face, but it doesn’t budge. The bed dips again and a hand settles on my exposed stomach as his voice washes over me.
“No, Elena she’s not here right now.” He pauses and I tighten my lips, the only part of my face visible.
His touch tickles the skin above my partially open jeans and he unzips them the rest of the way. “This is her boyfriend, Trey. Do you want me to give her a message when she gets back?”
I pick up pieces of Elena’s sputtering on the other end. I’ve told her the Trey updates, but the boyfriend part would be a surprise.
His hand leaves my body and I wiggle, but I’m not sure why. I either need him to take off these pants faster or I need him to get off the phone. Actually, I need him to get off the phone and take off the pants.
“She’s picking up groceries. We moved her into her new apartment today.”
That admission will cause Elena to go into hysterics. She’ll think I’ve been keeping things from her. I’ll never hear the end of it the next time I do get to talk to her. I open my mouth to yell at Trey, but stop myself before I give away to Elena I’m here.
In one swift movement, Trey pulls down my jeans until they’re wrapped around my knees. Their new position hinders my movements and I tense in anticipation.
“Yes, I think today’s been quite a surprise for your sister as well.”
One hand starts at the base of my neck and he trails two fingers down to my breasts where he squeezes my left nipple and they both harden. His hands leave my body and I stay as still as possible to try and figure out where he’ll go next. Not being able to see has heightened the experience, and I lick my lips almost forgetting about my sister. But then my heart thumps in my chest, and I worry Elena can hear it through the phone.
“Of course. I’d love to get together. You should come and visit us.”
He says “us” like we’re an old married couple and I like it more than I should. I shake my head no both to try and move his shirt and to tell him to get off the damn phone, but neither attempt works.
