|Bobby's Girls: A Trixie Marriage
Author: Mitchiter PM
BOOK TWO: Beatrix Baker: 22, a tattooist, sassy attitude and a colourful wardrobe. Garrett Bruer: 27, respectable businessman, level-headed and never seen in an un-ironed shirt. An unlikely couple? Maybe. A terrible couple? Maybe not... ON HIATUS!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 27,508 - Reviews: 184 - Favs: 116 - Follows: 195 - Updated: 11-29-10 - Published: 11-24-09 - id: 2744684
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Since there were no bouquets and Trixie wasn't wearing a garter, the single ladies and men were safe as Garrett managed to pry his new wife away from her family and make an attempt at leaving.
"Garrett!' Trixie hissed quietly, "Loosen up. You're hurting me."
Shit. With a frown, he relaxed his grip on her arm, cursing himself for his lack of restraint.
"Sorry," he muttered quickly, "Let's go."
Trixie's face lit with excitement as she slipped her arm from his grasp and took his hand. "Where's the car?" she demanded, dragging him toward the exit and completely ignoring a cousin who tried to talk to her.
Garrett looked down at his watch, "The limo should be outside waiting."
She snorted. "A limo?"
He tugged her to his side as they reached the parking lot. "I knew I wouldn't be able to wait for the hotel," he whispered in her ear.
He grinned at her shiver, moving his mouth to her neck to see if he could tease some more out of her. He was rewarded with a small whimper, before she roughly pushed him away and crawled into the back seat. Not a second later, her arms reappeared to yank him inside, pulling his considerable weight down on top of her. Garrett vaguely registered the driver shutting the door, but his attention was firmly fixed on the woman beneath him. Not knowing where to start, he kissed every inch of bared skin, each taste quick and desperate as he tried to find the tiny zip on her dress.
Still tucked in, his shirt was ripped open and her hot mouth sucked at him in return, covering him in pink marks as her hands pushed their way down his pants. His eyes rolled back into his skull at the first touch of her soft fingers.
After weeks of lusting, Trixie was finally seeing beneath the man's shirt. And hell yeah was it good. Mr. Suit obviously worked out. A lot. Every inch of him was gym-cut muscle - the physique of a man who put a lot of effort into looking good. A little too perfect for her artistic mind, a little too lacking on healthy fat…but fucking beautiful all the same.
That big, hard body was pressing down on her, pinning her between him and the leather seats. An erotic thrill wracked her body at the realisation they were going to do this now. In the Limo. Desperate to feel more of him, she pushed past the band of his pants, not bothering to undo them as she sought out his 'mighty spear'.
And mighty it was. She bit back a giggle he probably wouldn't appreciate and moaned instead, exploring every inch of the hot, soft skin that covered his hardness.
"God woman, you have no idea how much I've been fantasising about that."
"About what?" she nibbled a path from his neck to his nipples, playing with them teasingly as she gripped his dick hard.
"Having those hands on me."
"Here?" she squeezed, revelling in the answering pulse.
"Everywhere," he bit out, before pulling them to his mouth and sucking on one of her fingers, "Later, I'll want to watch. Now is for you."
She struggled in his grip, but he held firm, pinning her hands above her head with one of his. He pushed up the skirt of her dress and chuckled at the bright blue of her underwear. "Nice," he murmured, before shifting to the floor and sucking her through the fabric.
Her body jolted from the contact. He didn't kiss or tentatively lick like a gentleman. No, he ate at her through the fabric, before pulling it aside with his teeth and giving her a bold lick from ass to clit.
"Oooh," she trilled, even as Garrett frowned and yanked her panties down her legs.
"What was that?" he demanded, pushing her legs high and wide to get a better look.
Trixie swallowed back a giggle as she heard him suck in a deep breath. He'd found her piercing.
"Holy shit," he muttered, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive lips. She wriggled with the sensation, sighing with pleasure when, with a fierce growl, Garrett resumed his task, this time more gentle, but every bit as needy and aggressive as before – if not more so. He toyed the small, metal ring between his lips, he carefully tugged, licked and sucked at it. So much in fact, that other parts of her pussy started to feel neglected. She whimpered and slowly undulated her hips, willing him to spread some of that glorious pleasure around.
It didn't take him a full second to get the hint. He covered nearly all of her with his mouth, letting her feel his lips and tongue everywhere he could reach. One hand began to firmly knead her raised thigh, while the other smoothed over her stomach to cover her breast with smooth, strong fingers.
She felt absolutely possessed by him; his mouth and hands covering her, holding her tightly, firmly, as if she was his and his alone.
And she was she realised.
His woman. His lover. His wife.
And damned if that wasn't what sent her flying over the edge.
Garrett pressed his face against Trixie's thigh as he fought for breath.
A piercing. Fuck!
Just when he thought she couldn't get any more sexy…she did. He'd seen her naked before, but he'd obviously missed the small ring. To be truthful, he was damn glad he had. If he'd known…well, the past two weeks would have been even more unbearable. As it was, he was struggling to get a grip on his lust, wanting to take her on a bed this first time. After all, they'd waited to make the moment special – more meaningful.
His rock hard erection flexed in protest. It wanted in now.
He forced himself to retreat, slowly helping his wife sit up as he licked her arousal from his lips and tried to take slow, calming breaths.
"Mmmm," she moaned as he sat down beside her, "That was delicious."
He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Yes. It was."
"Naughty," she purred, sliding a leg over him to sit astride his lap. He groaned when she pressed down against him. He closed his eyes and quickly began re-buttoning his shirt.
"What are you doing?" he heard her protest as she yanked at the shirt and bent forward to suck at his neck.
"We're here," he said breathlessly as the limo began to slow. Thank God.
Trixie growled. "Tell the driver to drive around for a bit. We're not finished."
"No," he agreed roughly, "We're not."
Instead of tapping on the divider though, he grabbed Trixie's zip and adjusted her tiny dress. When she tried to protest, he pinned her hands behind her back and roughly kissed her quiet. She swayed when he broke the kiss, her eyelashes fluttering dreamily as she gasped in a deep breath. Later, he'd feel smug about it. Right now, he just wanted to get her up to their room. "Out you go," he ordered when the driver opened the door. She stared at him blankly, so he slapped her ass hard, jolting her into action. She yelped, then giggled, crawling over him to step out the door. He took a second to gather his composure and straighten his tie, before hurrying out after her.
Oh wow, Trixie thought as they exited the elevator on their floor and Garrett swung her up in his arms. She'd been severely disappointed when, upon entering same elevator, her new husband had stood as far from her as possible. When she'd tried to sidle over to him, he'd held her back by one strong arm and a stern expression on his face.
Now though, he was powering down the hall with his long legs, his arms holding her tightly to his chest. He stopped at a door and she slowly swiped their room card. The door buzzed and she gently pushed the handle down.
Garrett shouldered the door open and kicked it closed. He didn't stop to let her admire their room; he just crossed to the bed and carefully lowered her to the bed. His jaw tightened and a nerve twitched in his temple, as if what he really wanted to do was toss her onto the bed and jump on after. Instead, he stood by the bed and slowly began to remove his clothes.
She rolled off the other side of the bed and quickly unzipped, letting her dress slide down her body and hit the floor. She grinned as she realised they'd left her panties on the floor of the limo.
Garrett didn't smile. He frowned at her, stopping his slow progress to kneel on the bed. He reached over and grabbed her arm, tugging until she fell beside him. He stood and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her slightly to rearrange her body on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and straddled her, pinning her hands above her head.
Trixie chuckled with triumph…but Garrett didn't speed things up. Instead, he slid his tie around her wrists, binding them snugly, then casually pulled his belt free of his pants and used it to attach her bound hands to the slats of the headboard.
Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she waited for his next move. Anticipation thrummed through her veins, making her body arc with the delicious thrill. She wiggled, making her breasts bounce and hoping he'd take the hint. She let out a groan of distress when he left the bed again, standing beside it as he returned to his slow strip.
"Watch," he said softly, his tone so unlike any he'd used before, that she stilled and looked up at him.
He smiled; A smile that didn't quite reveal his dimple, or his teeth. It glowed warmly within his eyes though – a warm glow that grew heated as his eyes left hers and ran down her body. Her gaze left his face too. It followed his hands down his shirt front as he slipped buttons free, one by one. Little by little taut, bronzed skin was revealed, dusted with light-brown hair and defined by muscles. A deep, burning ache began to build in her core – a foreign feeling for her, having never stopped to appreciate the slow intimacies of sex before.
His shirt fell from his shoulders, giving her the first glimpse of broad, defined shoulders and sculpted biceps. Ohhh and then there were those forearms…and the tatt she'd marked him with. A fresh flood of arousal swept over at the knowledge she'd left a permanent stain on his skin. Her eyes travelled down to those smooth, strong hands and the band of gold around his ring finger. She'd marked him there too. Even if this marriage failed and he removed the ring…he'd still have the tan line – a semi-permanent, un-washable reminder of her ownership.
He skipped over his pants and bent to slip off his socks, giving her a nice view of a tone, lean back…and an even better glimpse of those wide shoulders. He straightened and moved to the bottom of the bed, unsnapping the button on his pants and unzipping just a little to give the large tent in them a little more room. She pouted a little and tried to tug his pants down with the toe of her shoe.
He grabbed her foot and grinned. He shook his head ever so slightly and pressed a warm kiss to her ankle as he slipped her shoe off and let it fall to the floor. He did the same with her other foot and the gentle strokes of his fingers had her whimpering with need. Those teasing fingers taunted her as they gradually made their way up her legs, skimming over her bare pussy and tickling the sensitive skin below her navel. She watched, fascinated, as he moved onto the bed and over her, kissing his way up and following the same path as his fingers.
He skipped her sex entirely to her disappointment, jumping from her upper thighs to her neck and increasing the pressure of his mouth. She moaned and arced her body closer to his, willing him to let her brush her aching nipples against his soft chest hair. He chuckled and pressed her to the mattress with his weight instead. His erection felt rock hard and enormous trapped against her thigh. She wriggled and writhed, trying to achieve as much friction as possible…but Garrett gave her even more of his weight and ceased kissing. He panted against the wet skin of her neck, making her shiver and tingle.
"Beatrix," he snapped sharply, "I'm this close to ripping off the bed sheets and using them to completely immobilise you. Legs, chest, belly, hips and feet. Be a good girl and stop testing my control."
He rubbed his leaking cock against her hip, letting her know he was fighting his own hunger. Damned if she didn't want to make him lose control though. Her sex clenched at the possibilities. Would he tie her down like he warned? Torture her with even slower, more teasing kisses until she begged for mercy? Or would he flip her onto her knees and take her as hard and fast as he obviously wanted.
How his body wanted anyway. She stared into his eyes and saw the determination in them. This was important to him and his resolve was wavering.
Decided, she spread her legs wide, bent at the knee, and smiled. "Sorry Garrett. I'm all yours. Do what you will with me."
He groaned and bit her neck gently. "You're going to kill me, wife."
"Hmm, but what a lovely way to go."
His lips moved to hers and she let him kiss her slow and deep. Her tongue met his and his weight eased away from her. He propped himself up on his forearms, his hands diving into her hair and pulling the style free. She wrapped her legs around him, but restrained from pulling his pelvis to hers. His mouth moved to her cheek, fluttering gentle kisses there, before he sat up and looked down at her. His chest heaved a little with the depth of his soft, quick breaths as he slid his hands down her body and gently eased two fingers down her slippery lips. He probed at her entrance and she accepted his fingers easily. She shut her eyes on a desperate moan and wondered how long he'd play at this.
"I wanted to draw this out longer," he rasped, "But you're ready and I need you bad."
"Yes," she agreed on a whisper. "Please. Please."
He pulled a condom from his pocket and stood to kick his pants to the floor. His boxer-briefs followed and she watched as he quickly rolled the condom down his shaft. She wriggled with excitement. She couldn't wait to feel him fill her. She tugged at the bindings around her wrists, but they wouldn't budge. She groaned with disappointment, wanting to touch him.
"Don't pull," he warned softly, "You'll chafe your wrists." He moved over her again and moved his fingers beneath the tight fabric of his tie, giving her a little more room and loosening the knot she'd tightened. Then his fingers were entwining with hers and his hot, hard head was stretching her. She spread her legs wider, expecting him to slide in fast and fill her. He took his time though, taking a few more moments once fully sheathed to gather his control. She clenched around him, not deliberately, but uncontrollably. Despite her orgasm in the limo, she was primed and ready for another climax.
"Please," she whispered again, lifting her head a little to pepper soft kisses along his jaw.
He started to move, slowly at first, before picking up speed and driving into her with long, hard strokes. His lips connected almost roughly with hers. His kisses as long and deep as his thrusts, whilst he tugged at her bonds and finally released her hands. She wrapped her arms around him, clutching him close as she broke away from his mouth and panted against his shoulder. Her nails dug reflexively into his back as her pleasure built and then exploded outward in the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.
Garrett's release followed mere moments after, his arms wrapping around her and taking her with him as he fell to the side.
"Damn," she gasped into the silence, "We should have done that two weeks ago."
Garrett's arms tightened around her as his body shook with laughter.
a/n: sorry about the delay. Those of you who are members of my website or friends with me on facebook know that there were a multitude of reasons.
As usual: unedited. Lol. enjoy