Always the One, page 23
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
“Marilyn Monroe was such a beaut. Am I right?” Lana’s sitting opposite the couch from me. Her legs perched on top of mine so I can paint her toes. We do this all the time, but not since Trey and I got together, it’s refreshing.
“Duh, look at her. If I had curves like her, I would be the world’s biggest player.” She cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Huh?”
“What?” Why is she looking at me like she can’t believe I just confessed that?
“Nothing. Just never thought something like that would come flying out of your pristine mouth.” I put down the nail polish and grab my wine, taking another sip.
“I’m a changed woman, you know?”
“That’s right. You’re a part of the promiscuous lassies.” Nearly spitting out my wine, I take a hard swallow. She’s not a promiscuous girl by any means, so what crew is she referring to?
“Promiscuous lassies? First off, you’ve been watching too many black and white films, since you just called us lassies. Secondly, you have been with two guys. So please explain to me how we’re promiscuous? Because last I checked, Trey’s the only one I’ve been with.” Lana teased men a lot, but right before they would get to the point of sex she would drop them.
“Sarcasm, my love,” she replies smartly.
“I’m painting your toes, smart-ass, so watch it or you’ll be running nail polish remover over the big fuck you that I paint on them.” I pinch her calf and she yelps.
“Shit head!”
There’s a quick knock on the door and then it opens, both Kingston and Trey walk in with a pink box. My mouth starts salivating almost immediately, knowing the exact contents of that perfect, pink box.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“You bet, baby! Cupcakes for all!” Trey says excitedly.
“Move it!” I pat the bottom of Lana’s feet and stand once she moves out of the way. I’m craving some cupcakes.
“Hey, baby.” Trey grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him. His lips find mine, feasting on me. I give him everything I’ve got in return, but it’s clearly not enough. His hands reach down and grab my ass, pulling me closer until we are pressed firmly against one another from our knees all the way up to our chests. Kingston moved to the couch where Lana is stuck until her toes dry. They’re so lost in conversation they have no idea what’s going on behind them. His tongue is demanding, licking my tongue, teeth, and anything it can reach. Trey’s always an aggressive kisser, there’s an eager need behind it.
“Wow, Trey. We have to slow down. My brother is right there.” I’m able to get a word in when I push him back a little, my hands splayed on his ripped chest. He glances over at them, and I see the wheels in his mind spinning. Turning back to me, a new match is struck, he’s on a mission and I have never wanted to be more completed than I have now.
“Trey?”
“Eat your cupcake, I need to run to my apartment real quick.” He stops and I frown, this was just getting good. “But when I get back, I want to see you naked and on the bed, ready for me. I’m going to make tonight one you won’t forget, and one you’ll feel for fucking weeks.”
Well slap me on the ass and call me frisky. What world are we in? My head is still bruised from my fight with the branch, causing him to be extra careful with me, which means, unfortunately, no sex. My libido is in overdrive and I’m more than ready for this.
“Okay…”
“Good girl.” I reach for the red velvet cupcake, feeling a sharp sting travel across my butt; I jolt at the sensation of being spanked. “Kings, I’m going to the apartment to get some overnight shit, you coming?”
He and Lana share a gaze, coming to a silent agreement with a simple look, reading each other’s minds, another obvious sign of love.
“Yeah, me and L are going to stay there tonight, so we’ll be there in a second, after her toes or what-the-fuck-ever, dry. Because they can’t smudge!” The deep tone in his usual voice is replaced with a high-pitched girly one. It’s kind of annoying but kinda cute. Gotta love Kings.
“All right, I’ll catch you guys later.”
Turning back to me, Trey gestures toward the bedroom with a tilt of his head, his eyes dark and dilated. He doesn’t need to remind me, I’m ready to be ravished. “I’ll be back, babe. I mean it, be ready.” Kissing me one last time, he leaves.
Now I’m too damn turned on to finish my cupcake. I take one bite, setting the cupcake back into the box, then dismiss myself quickly and run to the bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I take a deep breath, thinking about what to do next. My stomach is in knots; my core is aching for him. I feel like it’s the first time, he had such a way about him tonight, something I can’t summon into words. The look in his eyes was raw, the touch of his hand was demanding, and his carnal need for me was apparent. Coursing through every vein in my body, I want to be completely taken by Trey tonight. Memories of the lingerie I bought come rushing in, I still haven’t worn it for him.
Going into my closet, I open the middle drawer on my island. Pulling out a black lace thong and matching bra, I hurry and change into it. The lace saves nothing for the imagination, my breasts are on display for his eyes and my lady parts are his for the taking. I’m so turned on right now I can feel my legs going numb and my core throbbing. It must have been the wine. I reach into the drawer and grab my garter belt and slip it on. I skip the lace pantyhose that came with the set, liking the look of the garters hanging loosely. I pull my hair from its current updo and let it fall messily around my tan shoulders, mussing it up a little more with my fingers. Next, I add a touch of lip-gloss to complete the look. My smoky eye from earlier is still in prestige condition. Taking a final lookover at myself in my full body mirror, I get a new rush of adrenaline.
Continuing to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I question, who is she? If you would have asked me a few weeks ago what kind of person I would become after belonging to Trey, I would still say the same thing. A shy girl with so many insecurities you could write a self-help book about it. But here I stand, not afraid of myself. In fact, I’m confident in who I am as a woman. I don’t have insecurities about myself when I’m standing in front of Trey. No, I’m more filled with assurance of who I am as a woman and as a lover than anything else.
Upon hearing my bedroom door open, I realize time must have gotten away from me. The static in the air and the natural pull I feel when he walks into the room hits me like a ton of bricks.
“Babe! Didn’t I tell you I wanted you on the bed, waiting?” His rasp sounding like I feel—horny and desperate for a thorough fuck.
“You did,” I whisper, popping my head out from the closet, hiding my body from his sight.
Cocking his eyebrow at me, he questions my stance with a smile, placing his bag next to the dresser. “What’re you doing in the closet? You should’ve been ready for me.” He stalks toward me slowly, very slowly.
“Maybe I’m naked, or maybe I’m not.” I step out, giving my best seductive stance I can. My hip is cocked to the side, my opposite leg bent at the knee swinging back and forth, opening and closing for him, giving him a clear view of my see-through panties.
“Fuuuuuck, baby. You look like sin wrapped in fucking lace. My own fucking gift.”
“This old thing?” I turn unhurriedly, making sure to stop for a longer period of time when my entire ass is on display. That’s his favorite part of my body, he’s an ass man and he’s not ashamed.
Throwing my hair over my shoulder, I gently rest my chin on top of it. Pouting my lips just enough to get him even more excited. He hasn’t moved an inch since I showed him my ensemble, I could be chest to chest with him in a few steps, but I stay here, teasing him a little longer.
“Your ass is fucking huge, baby, I could bite it.”
Please do.
“You want me?”
“What kind of question is that? Yeah, I want to throw you on the bed and get lost deep inside of you. Mine. Raw. Bare.”
I don’t want to tease anymore; I want to be taken, manhandled by my strong, sexy man.
“Then lay me on that bed and show me how bad you want me.” I point to the bed, challenging him. He closes the distance between us in less than a second.
“Come here.” He places his hands on my bare ass and lifts me so my legs are wrapped around his waist and my wet core is against his stomach. When our lips connect, electricity hits. His tongue is soft and warm against mine, it makes my natural instinct to kiss back almost competitive. I want to kiss him harder than he’s kissing me. His teeth bite my upper lip, making a loud sucking noise when he lets go, then he soothes the bite with a light suck.
“Trey, I love you,” I whisper, touching my forehead to his, making sure he’s looking into my eyes when I declare my love for him. No matter how much we say it, I still feel the butterflies taking flight deep in my belly.
“I love you, so fucking much.” He tilts his face into my neck nipping his way down the thin column to where it’s more sensitive and fully exposed to his delicious sucks and pulls of my skin between his lips.
“Don’t go to work tomorrow. Stay in this bed and let me feast on you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” His low rumble vibrates against my chest while he lays me on my back. Sitting back on his calves between my spread legs, he slowly undresses, releasing himself from the clothes that restrain him. As much as I’d like to stay in bed and be his buffet, tomorrow is a big day—I’m signing paperwork for the lease on our new location.
“I can’t, tomorrow’s a big day.” A weird light passes through his eyes, passing as quickly as it came. “What’s wrong?”
I lose his heat when he stands to go and drop his pants; I sit up and wrap my hands around the band of his briefs, trying to bring him back to me, not just physically but emotionally. Pulling his briefs down, his dick springs free. It’s hard, the tip graced with pre-cum, I lick my lips at the image. Sitting up, I look into his impassive face, it’s clear of any kind of emotions, leading me blindly, because I have no idea what he’s thinking. Not sure what’s going on in his mind, only sure that his silence means he’s no longer here with me as the dominant man but something else. I lick the tip of his cock, hoping it will bring him back to me, give him a renewed desire to take me. The concern I have dissipates when I see him shudder, throwing his head back and letting a growl fill the room. Welcome back, Mr. Adams.
Dropping his head, his eyes land on me again, I can see his dilated pupils fill with unadulterated lust, they look dangerously dark. Pulling my panties to the side, I hear a loud rip echo through the room. My panties now reduced to nothing but shredded cloth in his clenched hand.
Holy hell, that was sexy.
“Baby…” I moan, looking up at his body standing tall and proud in front of me, Trey is gifted with a body of a Viking and he is not bashful about it. I go to reach for the garter belt around my wide hips when Trey shoves my hands away.
“Leave that on, it looks sexy around your tiny waist, right above your bare pussy.” I swallow thickly, his carnal words make me even more wet, I can feel it on my inner thigh. He climbs on the bed between my legs, pushing me higher up as he goes. Positioning me for what will be one of our hottest sex sessions yet, I’m sure. When we’re in the center of the bed, he leans back onto his calves, and once settled, he grabs my waist.
“You ready?”
I nod my surrender; I’m more than ready. Horny and needy as hell.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders and hold on.” Curious to see why he gives me this demand, I concede and wrap my arms around his shoulders, locking them with my hands gripping their opposite elbows. Before I can push for answers to what he is planning on doing, I’m lifted and impaled on his waiting, painfully hard cock. Not a little bit, not halfway, but completely filled by Trey.
“Fuck!” The word leaves my lips as I yell out in pleasure.
“That’s right, baby, fuck you feel good. This pussy was made for me, you were made to be mine.” He pulls me back, watching as I slide along his dick to the very tip, then he pounds me back down. He’s taking us to new limits that we haven’t reached before, filling me and claiming my body in a far more demanding way than he ever has before. His mouth is latched onto my chest like a leech, sucking and biting me to the point where he may draw blood.
He’s marking me.
I don’t like hickeys, and I want to push his mouth away and force him to stop but the sensations are too real, I can’t bring myself to do it. All my senses are being used; I’m completely lost in him. I throw my head back when I feel him hitting my cervix, it feels incredible to be stretched and fully filled with his cock. He’s my man, my keeper, and I love being whole with Trey.
“Look at me when I claim you. Don’t fucking take your eyes off of me.” I shoot him a heated look, he is giving me an equal look of pure hunger and desire.
“Look at me sliding in and out of you, baby. Look down.” He leans back a little more so I can get a full view of me riding him. I watch myself slide up and down, my core gripping him, my lips clinging to his huge cock. We fit perfectly, the sight unraveling in front of me starts my undoing.
“Eyes.” I give him my attention again.
“You’re so big, Trey. It feels too good. I won’t last much longer.” I feel my orgasm building, and as much as I want this to last longer, I can’t hold off. The passion between us is red hot. I feel his thumb connect with my clit, causing the bundle of nerves to pulsate.
“Come for me, angel. Promise me that you’re mine, promise you won’t leave me.” His demand is very precise and stops me. I search his face.
“Why do you need to hear that?” He grabs my hips, ignoring me, lifting me and taking his pleasure. I don’t like that he’s being vague with me. First, he looked at me with some weird expression, then he asked me to never leave him—that’s not coincidence that’s intentional.
I push his chest, and with a stern voice I say, “Stop it, Trey.” He halts all movements, still looking down at our connection. “Why did you ask me that?” I bring one of my arms from around his neck and place it under his chin, lifting his face to me.
“I’ve had a shit day, a really shitty day. People got on my nerves, and all I want to do is make love to my woman.”
“How does your day being shitty lead to a question like that?” He twitches inside of me and I moan a little, he’s still hard, still ready. As am I. But I’m not letting him push this aside; he needs to tell me what’s wrong.
“I just like hearing you say it. I like knowing you’ll always be here, be mine. That I’m the one you love. Making love to you is like food for me; I need it to be able to survive—not because it satisfies me, even though it feels incredible. But I need it so I can feel whole with you. I also need your words, your whimpers, your promises you make when you are completely consumed by me.” He looks so sincere, bringing truth to his words. How can a girl not be consumed in this man?
“I love you, Trey. I’ll never leave you. Always, baby,” I whisper my promise while starting back up on his cock, showing him slow and sweet. Maybe dirty and fast isn’t what we need right now.
He stays still, like stone, not moving just feeling, letting me take us both to euphoria.
“I’ll never leave, uhhh, I can’t. I need you just like I need air, baby. Ohh.” I moan along with my undulating movements, it feels so good feeling every hard nine inches of him, skin on skin.
“You’re my always too, Shayla. I need you to come, I need to be your undoing.” He thrusts into me with a hard jerk of his hips, his finger finding my sensitive clit.
“Trey. I’m, uhhh, I’m…I’m…uhh!” Attempting to formulate a complete sentence fails when my first orgasm slams into me like a brick wall. He pounds into me harder, pulling out enough to flip me on all fours. He enters me again and continues to pound into me, adding sharp slaps against my ass.
“Come again, come with me, beautiful!” He pulls me up, my back landing against his damp chest, running his hand down to play with my clit, his other arm wrapping around my front to pinch my nipple. Throwing my arm back, my hand finds his luscious hair and I pull on it, while my other hand aids his on my clit.
“Come now!” His wish is my command, I come hard when I feel him expand and shoot warm cum into me. We moan in unison before we fall to the bed in a heap of deep breaths. He tucks me into him, my back still to his front; his semi-hard cock still nestled inside of me.
Even though I try not to, I fall asleep instantly as I come down from my orgasm. Tonight was hands down a wild, new experience, one we will never forget or ever stop trying to recreate.
Waking up this morning was hell. I wanted to stay in bed and snuggle Trey all day. I feel a new kind of connection with him, after our mid-lovemaking confessional. I crawled out of bed while he snored softly beside me. One arm to his side landing above his lifted knee, the other thrown over his eyes. He has been hitting the gym a little more lately and it shows, his tan mixed with the newly defined muscles in his arms and stomach, cause a tingle to build deep in me, one I wish I had time to let him scratch.
I really don’t want to go today, and if it weren’t such a big day for Lana and me, my butt would be back in that bed, loving on my guy—trust me.
I chose a casual look mixed with a little bit of business. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail, the ends curled in all different ways. My makeup is soft with rose gold hues and shimmery highlighter on my high cheekbones. I look awake even though I’m still exhausted from all the lovemaking we did last night.
My black skinny jeans fit tight like a second skin, making my legs look longer and more lean. I paired it with a light green, deep V-neck top to highlight my eyes, and the perfect pair of nude Louboutins. Finishing it off with a high-low blazer, I look every bit the CEO. CEO of my baby, my pride and joy, my boutique.
“Shayla!” I hear Lana come running through the back door, screeching like a wild banshee, while I count the till before we open in thirty minutes. “We’re signing for two new locations today! I’m so fucking excited!” She looks like a damn super model. Her newly styled shoulder length hair is in loose curls, framing her flawless face. She’s wearing a skintight gray sheath dress with black pumps. Her smoky eye giving off the I’m-a-powerful-bitch-so-don’t-step-to-me vibe and she wears it like a damn boss.
