What Happens at a Buffet: Part IV

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What Happens at a Buffet…

Part IV

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle


            “Uh oh,” she mumbled as Trevor stilled under her.

            Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she risked a glance up to find her husband glaring at her. Well, that couldn’t be good, she decided just as self-preservation kicked in and she tried to climb off his lap.

            Unfortunately for her, his homicidal reflexes were a lot quicker.

            “Where are you going, sweetheart?” he asked in a deceptively calm tone as his hold around her tightened, keeping her ass firmly locked on his lap.

            “Ummm, to say hello to Jason?” she said, forcing a smile as she casually tried to get off his lap, but he wasn’t having that.

            “I think he’ll be fine for a few minutes,” Trevor drawled as he leaned back, getting more comfortable as he shifted his hold around her so that he was cupping her hips.

            She swallowed nervously as she shifted on his lap, looking for a weak spot in his hold. “It would be rude to ignore him,” she pointed out, licking her lips nervously.

            Keeping his eyes locked on her, he said loudly, “There’s beer in the fridge and burgers in the freezer.”

            “Cheese and buns?” Jason asked after a slight pause.

            “Help yourself,” he bit out as he continued to glare at her, which she’d have to admit was a bit disconcerting considering that he was still inside her.

            “M-maybe I should go help him,” she suggested with a hopeful smile.

            “He’s fine,” he bit out, making her shoulders sag in defeat.

            Deciding to use an old favorite, and one that never failed, she opened her mouth to say the word that guaranteed her safety when he shook his head.

            “Don’t even think about it,” he said evenly and she couldn’t help but wonder if he realized that he was still inside her.

            “Fine,” she said with a defeated sigh.

            “Now,” he said, gently caressing his thumbs over her hips, “why don’t you tell me about this list you made.”

            “The list?” she asked, hoping to buy herself some time as she glanced around the large bathroom, desperately looking for a way to escape, but there was no where to go.

            “Mmmhmm,” he murmured, gripping her hips and-

            “Oh, God!” she gasped as he shifted her on top of him.

            “The list?” he repeated as he continued to slowly shift her on top of him.

            “Umm, it’s a list of all the men that I’m sleeping with?” she said, knowing that admitting the truth would get her killed.

            “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers before he sat back, appearing relaxed as shifted his hands so that his thumbs were sliding over her slit, teasing her and making it difficult to think straight.

            “What was really on that list?” he asked as he slid one hand up until it was covering her breast, caressing it and teasing her nipple with gentle pulls and caresses.


            “Was it a list of buffet restaurants?” he asked slowly as he watched his hands move over her.

            “Maybe?” she asked, licking her lips as she realized that she’d been slowly riding him.

            God, he felt good!

            “And why exactly were you creating a list of buffets?” he asked as he shifted his attention to her other breast, gently flicking his thumb over her hard nipple.

            “For leverage,” she gasped as he circled his thumb around her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

            “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully as he gently squeezed her breast. “For what exactly?”

            “Girl scout meetings, parent teacher conferences, fundraiser meetings, errands, food shopping and dentist appointments,” she admitted absently as she rolled her hips in a twisting motion that had them both groaning.

            “You were going to bribe us, huh?” he asked, licking his lips as he watched her move on him.

            “Mmmhmm,” she moaned, licking her lips as she continued to ride him.

            He chuckled as he removed his hand from between her legs so that he could cup her nape and pull her down for a kiss that had her breaths coming quicker. “I’m impressed,” he said with a groan against her lips.

            “Are you mad?” she asked, moaning as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as she slowly moved back and forth on him, loving the way he felt.

            “No, baby, I’m not mad,” he said, moving his hands down and gently gripped her bottom and helped move her.

            “Then perhaps we should move on to negotiations.”


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14 Responses to “What Happens at a Buffet: Part IV”

  1. FloK says:

    I dreamed of a guy like Trevor or Jason. Somebody that will crack me up and scare me a bit with his food problem (I am French, what can I say?).
    Offers reward to anyone who has a lead on a real life Trevor. Seriously

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