Always the One, page 14
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
“My name’s Trey by the way.” He moves aside and we climb up. Not in a million years will I ever be friends with that big guy.
“HEY, WAKE UP, SLEEPY, we have to get gas. Do you need to go to the bathroom?” I’m coming out of my dream, and I smile when I look up at him. He’s standing outside, in front of my open door, gently running his thumb over my cheek.
“I love you, you big, cocky jerk.”
He moves his head back and laughs. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but how does this make me cocky?”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car, not caring that we’re at a rest stop and there are people around us. I jump into his arms and start kissing him. Instead of pushing me away, he welcomes me with a warm kiss. His tongue meets mine and we get lost in each other. I’m pouring everything I have into this kiss. I moan when his teeth graze my bottom lip and he nips, causing it to sting just enough to feel good. He soothes it again with his tongue and moans into my mouth, and I feel my heart pounding. He kisses me like it’s the first time, every time.
We finally pull away from each other and he takes a deep breath.
“You taste so damn good, baby.” Our foreheads connect, and I smile sheepishly at him.
“What are you going to do, tattle on me?” His eyebrows furrow and he smiles as I ask him this random question, seeing if he’ll catch on.
“Okay, no you’re definitely confusing me. What’s happening?” He turns around and leans against the side of the SUV. I feel him cross one leg over the other and lean so my legs won’t get smushed against the metal.
“Remember the first day we met?”
“Yeah, you were a saucy little minx, challenging the shit out of me.” He’s right, I was sassy and he was cocky. We should’ve started dating then.
“I just dreamt about that day, and I’m so happy that I didn’t tattle.”
“Yeah, me, too.” He looks happy right now, and I can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy when he kisses my nose, proving my point.
“Now, this is our last stop before our hotel, so go take care of lady shit and I’ll get gas.”
I unenthusiastically let my legs hit the ground and turn to head into the store. I screech when I feel his huge palm make contact with my ass. “Ouch, that had force!”
“Yeah it did, and you liked it. Now go, and don’t talk to strangers.”
I salute him. “Yes, sir!”
The first thing I notice when I walk in is the cute old lady sitting at the cash register.
“Hey, sweetie,” she says.
I smile and wave my fingers in greeting toward her.
“Hi!” We are in the middle of nowhere; I wouldn’t expect anyone out here to be this peachy. “Where’s the restroom?”
Her smile widens and she readjusts the glasses on her round face before she answers. “It’s right over there, sweetie pie.”
Bless this woman’s sweet heart, she has to be at least sixty and filled with as much delight as a grandma making cookies for her young’uns.
“Thank you,” I respond, making my way toward the area she was pointing to. I guess I could’ve looked for the big sign that says restrooms.
I refresh in the bathroom and touch up my makeup. Then I go back out to search for my Barq’s root beer. Not any other kind, Barq’s only.
My search is halted when I’m stopped just outside the door by Trey. His smile is boyish and cute. “What?” He brings his arm around to his front, showing me what he’s hiding. Root beer. “Wow. Smooth, guy, smooth. First the Trolli’s, now this? If I didn’t know better, I would think someone is trying to get some extra lovin’ at the hotel tonight?” I lock my arms around his sexy stomach and cling to him.
“Oh, babe, you have no idea. I don’t have to try. I will get some amazing lovin’ tonight.” He is so smug.
“We’ll see about that. Now buy my drink.” With an extra pep in my step, I take off toward the car. Slapping him hard on the butt, as payback for his outside.
Trey
WE PULL UP TO THE hotel at a quarter to five and I’ve never been so happy to see a bed. This drive was exhausting, but so worth it because Shay and I got to talk. I mean really communicate. It still surprises me how much we have to talk about, even though we have known each other for such a long time. You’d think we would run out of shit to say.
Just thinking about the things she told me about her mom gets me a little hotheaded. Her mom had a chance to raise a beautiful, smart, loving woman, and instead she chose to waste away her time, jumping from bed to bed with random men. I feel bad for Erica, because she may have been physically there, but she emotionally checked out, missing out on some of Shay’s best moments. The day she graduated with honors, her first prom, her first date—which I witnessed with gritted teeth—or the day she took the key and signed the papers for her boutique.
All these monumental experiences and parts of her life, her mother wasn’t there. We were both handed shitty mothers who never thought about the aftermath of the fucking tornados they plowed through our lives. Shay has her dad, just like I do. I know they’re close, so she can sometimes fill a tiny part of that void in her heart. But she couldn’t hide the look on her face when she realized her mother wasn’t at her graduation, when she didn’t take her dress shopping for senior prom, or when she didn’t move to Portland to be closer to her. Realizing this both breaks my heart and angers me beyond control.
Lying here on the bed, getting lost thinking about the shit her mom put her through; it makes me furious. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the bathroom door open and see Shayla coming out, wrapped in a towel. I’m done being irritated, all I want to do is spend the next few hours staring at her and loving on her, showing her the love she deserves.
She’s distracted, looking through her suitcase, and I get lost drinking her in. Her tan skin is glistening with little droplets of water and her hair is sticking to the side of her neck. I love that neck and the way it feels under my lips. Luckily, these hotel towels are so small and cover nothing, no complaints though. Her thighs are small and toned and the muscle on the back of her legs looks like fun to bite. She brings the obsessive side of me out, the one that wants to own every part of her body. I’m a goner and I know it, especially when she bends over to grab something from her bag and I get a glance at her beautiful ass.
“Baby.” Her top half lifts up and she turns to me.
“Yeah?” She looks beautiful makeup free, and her lips look even more ample than before.
“Come here.” I sit up and scoot my body to the edge of the bed to meet her. When she’s standing in front of me, I move her closer, pulling her hips toward me, resting my forehead just below her breasts. Even when I’m sitting, she’s still small in comparison to me.
I breathe in and inhale her scent. She smells like some fruity shit from the shower, but I can still smell her natural scent. Her hands move through my hair, scratching lightly. It makes my hair stand on end.
“I’m sorry about your mom, baby girl.” The rise and fall of her chest moves my head slightly each time.
“Trey, I’ve accepted it and you don’t need to be sorry. We were both victims of a lack of love. It’s no one’s fault but theirs.” The mentioning of my mom makes my jaw tighten. She’s a monster, and I’m glad she isn’t in my life anymore.
“Yeah, but I want you to know that even though she wasn’t there all those times, you had me there. You will always have me there.” I kiss her stomach through her towel and hear her sniff a little. I look up and notice the pools building in her eyes, making my chest constrict. She has a strong grip on my heart.
“Same with me, Trey. I have and always will be there for you.”
I’ve always been a sensitive guy, not many men would openly admit that, but I have. Usually, when you’re exposed to something so harsh, like losing your mother due to a lack of love, you become stone-cold. I think it did the opposite for me, because I found myself emotionally craving that love. A real man can admit and accept his faults and insecurities when he knows that they’re the key to making him a better man. When I’m with anyone but Shay, I can hide that sensitive interior. But with her, I can be me. I can lose the façade of being this macho guy with no feelings or emotions. I’m completely me when she is completely her.
“Can I touch you, beautiful?” I’m aching to touch and consume her.
“You don’t have to ask, baby.”
I love when she calls me that. Her arms leave my hair and fall gently to her side. Reaching up to the fold that’s holding the towel to her body I barely give it a tug and it falls from her body. She is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen or touched, and she doesn’t know how much truth there is to that. She’s still my shy and timid woman, waiting to find herself and be comfortable in her skin. I’m more than willing to be the man who shows his woman how fucking sexy she is, the power her body has over me.
“You really have me so far gone, Shayla. You’ll be the death of me.” I bend my head and kiss the soft spot on her hip. I lick, suck, and nibble my way across her toned stomach to her other hip, where I bite hard, leaving my mark on her, causing her stomach to contract. Her balance is thrown off when she stumbles a little. I stand to my full height and lock my eyes on her.
“Lie on the bed for me.” She does what I say without hesitation, her trust in me evident. She steps to the side of me and gets on her hands and knees to climb up on the bed. I turn and watch her closely, her pink, wet core on display, her heart shaped ass looking delicious. I have to hold myself back from taking her sweetness from behind.
I want tonight to be about her. I want her to feel like she never has before. This will be another one of her firsts that I’ll own.
“On your back, baby. Open your legs and let me see you.” I can see the hesitation in her eyes. “It’s us, remember?” I tell her this whenever she gets worried.
I smile slightly when I think about all the times we’ve fooled around the past two weeks. She’s always nervous at first, but the second she gets a taste of this ecstasy, she begs for it. Once she’s in position, I get on my knees in front of the bed. Grabbing her by her ankles, I pull her ass toward me until she’s open to me, her core inches from my face. She’s so ready I can smell her intoxicating arousal.
I take one foot at a time and kiss up her ankle, and when I get to her fucking calf, I do what I have been wanting to. I nip at the sensitive skin and watch her body’s reaction to me.
“Trey…” That breathy whisper makes me hungrier for her taste.
“Look at me while I taste you, baby.” She tilts her head a sliver and her eyes fall on mine. They’re covered with a glaze that’s filled with unfiltered lust, and it is all I need to claim her. I lean down and lick her clit lightly. Her taste is sweet, mouthwateringly sweet. I continue my mission on her clit and add more pressure with my tongue.
“Ah, Trey. It feels…ah.” She can’t even finish her sentence when I lightly circle her entrance with my thumb. She’s so wet and I crave her juices on my tongue with need.
“Your taste is fucking amazing. Your taste belongs to me now, baby.” I slowly enter her warm heat with my finger and suck on her clit with a steady rhythm. She’s writhing under me, moaning with reckless abandonment. Shayla’s loud when we’re being intimate, and I can’t wait to make love to her. If my hands and mouth can do this to her, I can only imagine what my cock could do. Her head falls back and the arch of her back is a sight to see. She’s losing herself in me.
“Stop looking away, baby. Watch me taste you.” She looks back down at me, her chest is red and her face is flushed. I know she’s close when she starts to clamp down on my finger and a fresh wave of her wetness hits my hungry tongue. I become an unhinged animal, thrusting my fingers into her fast and biting down on her clit. My eyes are on her like a lion’s are on his prey.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Chants loud in my head.
“Trey! I’m coming!” she shouts, keeping her eyes on mine as she rides out her orgasm. When her last wave finishes, I stand and walk to the bathroom, collecting a wet cloth to clean her up.
“Are you hurting?”
Shaking her head, she replies with a hushed tone. “No.” I finish cleaning her up and throw the washrag toward the bathroom.
“You were looking at me, very… I don’t know…it was intense, the way you looked at me,” she says, running her fingers up my biceps.
“I was looking at you like that because with every first you give me, the more I want to make sure I’m the last and only one who will ever rule your body the way I do.”
“Wow,” she says. I crawl over her body and kiss her, letting her taste her arousal on my tongue. She licks at me eagerly, just as aroused as I am.
“I’ve never done that with anyone before.” She breaks our kiss.
“I know you haven’t, and that’s a good thing because I’m not sane enough to handle the thought of you with anyone else.”
“You can’t want me that bad, Trey. I’m not any different than the other women you’ve been with.” Her bringing that up doesn’t sit well with me. I haven’t thought about those women or my past with them. However, if she can help fix my insecurities, I can do the exact same with hers…proudly.
“Don’t bring that into this, Shay. Those women have no business being here in our relationship.” I take a breath and push up to my knees to remove my shirt. “Besides, I’m that damn crazy over you. So don’t tell me otherwise, baby.” I unbuckle my pants and kick them off the rest of the way. Not expecting it, I’m pushed to my back, and before I realize what’s happening, she is on top of me, straddling my hips.
“Well, hey, what’re you doing?”
“There’s no one here to stop us, so I want to return the favor, I want to…” She plays with the hair on the side of her neck and the other one messes with the band of my briefs.
“Say it, baby.” The tip of my thumb grazes her nipple.
“I want you to teach me how to, you know, give you a BJ.”
Fuck me, she’s cute. She even called it a BJ. No one calls it a BJ anymore; this really is my girl’s first rodeo.
“You want me to show you how to give me head?”
She inclines her head toward me. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure? We can take this slow,” I ask.
“We’ve gone slow enough.”
Those words, the confirmation, are all I need to get those lips wrapped around me.
I sit up and start kissing her again. I could never get tired of her lips and the wicked things they fucking do. She starts kissing down my chin, biting it lightly.
“You’re sexy when you’re on top of me.” I’m watching her as her lips move farther down my chest, kissing my stomach. When she looks up at me from under her long lashes, I get harder than I thought possible. I need this, just as much as she wants to give it. Standing, her hands curl around my briefs and she tugs them down, then drops to her knees. Smirking knowing what she is about to do, I grab her hand to help her climb back on the bed.
“But don’t I have to be on the floor?”
I smile at her innocence. “Baby, no. This isn’t a cheap motel and you aren’t a cheap woman.” I grab her from under her arms and help her climb back on top of me. “Come here.” Our lips lock and I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, invading her mouth with my tongue. When the tip of her warm tongue hits mine, I keep her there. I feel her wet heat on my dick as she slides against my shaft, using it to get herself off. Pulling back after a few more minutes of grinding on me, she scoots down the bed. I know this is it, her lips are gonna be on my cock, making it twitch. Women have done this to me before, but for whatever reason I’m nervous for her to do it.
That’s shattered within seconds as her lips wrap around my tip. Shit.
“Fuck. Your mouth is hot, baby.” Looking down at her probably wasn’t the best idea; I have to stop myself from coming like it’s my first time when she takes more of my dick in her warm mouth. Flattening her tongue, she sucks and moans as she moves farther down my shaft, sending chills to race up my back. I grab her hair and pull softly, helping guide her up and down, so she doesn’t do too much too fast.
“Just like that, angel. Nice and slow. Fuhh.” She’s never done this? Bullshit. She’s driving me wild. I see her reach down to touch herself, it turns her on to please me.
“Turn your ass toward me, baby, I’ll take care of you.” She swivels her hips around so she’s in my line of vision. This gives me a full view of her beautiful pussy; it’s exquisite.
“You like this, baby? You like sucking me off?” She nods and I slam my fingers deep into her. Her lips pop off of me and she moans. Slowly, I begin to rub against her G-spot, as she once again envelops my dick, sucking harder. I’m so close to coming when she adds her fist to the base of my shaft, helping my pleasure since she can’t fit my full length into her tiny mouth.
“That’s it, fuck, babe. Come with me.” We both speed up our motions, a few seconds later she’s swallowing everything I’m giving her, as her cream rolls down my fingers. I gotta say I wasn’t expecting her to swallow my cum, that was fucking hot.
“Come here, baby.” That was undoubtedly the best damn head I’ve ever had. There’s no way she hasn’t done that before, she was too fucking good at it.
Fully sated, I make work at readjusting us so she’s nestled into my side. “How do you feel?” I ask, as I begin to run my hand lightly up and down her leg that lies across my stomach.
“I never knew there could be so much pleasure in pleasing someone you love.”
She’s right. Most of the time I would give a woman hers, I’d take in return, and then I’d be done, never paying attention to the desire in the other person. I was in it for me, not them.
“I didn’t know it either, so here’s to another first.” I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger there, just enjoying our closeness.
“This is a pretty fancy hotel. You didn’t have to put us in a suite.” She looks around the room. I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. This place pulls out all the stops. When you first walk in neutral walls greet you, making it homey. The couch and work station, like a home office, making it more user friendly. But the king-sized bed with the gold headboard makes you feel like royalty, and don’t even get me started on the Jacuzzi tub.
