Always the One, page 6
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
“Trey, I’m yours, this pussy is yours!” she screams into the air when I stick one finger in her snug, wet heat. Fuck she is tight; I’ve never felt a pussy this tight before.
“Fuck, you are deadly, baby. So fucking good, so fucking tight. My cock is aching to be inside you.” She moans and starts to match the thrust of my fingers, circling her hips. She wants more, and I know how to give her more. Taking my thumb, I place it against her clit, rubbing hard circles while I slowly enter in a second finger. She stops circling her hips and flinches so I rub my thumb harder against her clit.
“Relax, baby, let me make you feel good.”
“You are, God, you are!” Mewling, she grabs the sheets in her hands. I’m mesmerized; watching her find pleasure and take it is almost as good as what it feels to be the one getting the pleasure.
“You ever come before, baby?” I lean forward and kiss her lips, licking the seams.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“What a shame, you look so fucking good taking pleasure, baby.” I take it as a personal mission to make her come so hard she craves my touch every second of every day.” I rub circles against her spot deep inside that sets her off.
“Trey, it’s too much, it feels weird, it tingles.”
“That’s it, feel that sensation and let go, don’t fight it, baby,” I whisper in her ear, licking her earlobe.
“Oh my God!” Moving my face back to hers, only inches apart, she reaches up to grab my hair, locking her gaze on me. Biting her lip, her forehead creases and her brows draw in. I feel her pulsing and clamping down on me, then a wave of juices coats my fingers. I feel our connection grow stronger while I watch her hit her high then crash to her low. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Rolling to the side of her, I silently pull her back into me and adjust her across my chest—her spot. My hands roam aimlessly over the curve of her lower back. Words aren’t needed, we just enjoy the quiet. Processing the moment we just shared. I’m never gonna forget that, it will forever be seared into my mind. A few minutes later I hear her breathing turn shallow, telling me she’s asleep. I slowly drift off myself, knowing that tomorrow will be a whole different thing; the relationship between us will be stronger.
Shayla
MY ALARM AND A delicious heat against my back wake me up the next morning. I stretch, shutting off the incessant beeping coming from the nightstand. Rolling back over, I come face-to-face with a sleeping Trey. He looks beautiful. I know men don’t like to be called beautiful, but he really is. Maybe it’s the way he touched me last night and explored me in ways I’ve never been explored before. He made me feel so incredible, completely owned me and built this connection that wasn’t there before with me.
Whatever it is, I don’t want to change it. His sandy blond hair is sticking up in all different directions, his lips are still red from our make out session, they are slightly parted and the softest snore is making its way out. His arm rests across his bare, muscular chest moving with each inhale and exhale. All I want to do is kiss him, waking him up with my lips taking a journey along his body. I’m so screwed.
“Keep looking at me like I’m your breakfast and you may not get to leave this bed for actual food.”
I jump a little, completely startled. I can’t believe he caught me gawking at his body like a piece of meat.
“You would like that, but we both have things to do today. So, up you go!” Sitting up to leave the bed, I’m pulled back down quickly. Before I realize what’s going on, I’m under him and he’s covering my body with his warm skin.
“You wish. It’s Sunday, let’s play hooky and cuddle all day. I just want to spend time with my beautiful girl.”
That gives me instant butterflies. The good kind that makes your toes curl.
“Yeah, I’d love that but we have a ton of new shipments coming in the store today, and I need to get them ready for a photo shoot tomorrow.” I watch disappointment wash over his perfectly stubbled face, making me want to take back what I’ve said. Staying in bed with Trey sounds more appealing. I hate working on weekends.
“You’re right, Kings and I have an out-of-state band using the studio and they want to do a session today. Sucks being the boss, you can’t enjoy the weekends like we used to.”
“What kind of music is it?” I ask, playing with the hair at the crook of his neck. Loving the way he moves his head in the slightest way so I’ll hit the spot he wants the most.
“They’re pop punk, with a little more electronic and techno. They’re called the Roes. They have a big following here, but they live in Arizona.”
“That’s weird, why are they coming here then?” Distracting me with kisses on my neck, he lightly sucks the skin above my collarbone. Okay, no talking, more kissing.
“Well, they heard we have a good reputation with some local and big name bands. When people know we’ve signed and produced some awesome musicians, they jump on it. So really, I’m pretty legit, right, babe?”
I bite my lip and a quiet moan leaves my mouth, his teeth lightly nip the spot between my shoulder and neck, making me fall into a haze. That haze being Trey Adams, my personal kryptonite. He’s pretty legit in all definitions of that word.
“Last night was amazing, baby, your body is fucking beautiful.”
My heart keeps pounding in my chest, and I can’t help but want to do it again. Remembering his long, skilled fingers touching me like no one ever has before. I’ve never been touched or even touched myself. He’s the first man to get a glimpse of me like that.
“I want to touch you again.” He sucks on my ear and slips his hands into my panties, touching my core with soft touches. Then he inserts first one finger then another, and I moan his name in protest.
He takes delicious time, stroking inside me, while his mouth spends time on my neck, licking and sucking. I giggle when his scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickles up the column of my neck. His lips travel farther down, stopping to suck on my shoulder, where he marks me.
Inserting another finger, I writhe in pleasure. It feels amazing. Lifting his head back, he looks down with hooded eyes at our connection, watching his fingers disappear and reappear over and over again. The fire in his eyes, and the heat from his touch brings me close to the edge. I don’t know if it’s normal to come this easily. I heard most girls take a long time to get off; I think it’s just Trey and his skillful ways.
“Trey, it’s too much, baby. I can’t fight this feeling.”
“Tell me, baby, tell me what you’re feeling,” he whispers, looking down at me with hooded eyes.
“This feeling, it’s too much, the pleasure is too much,” I say, digging my nails into the sheet and my heels pushing into the bed, causing my back to arch. There is a burning deep in the pit of my stomach, the same sensation from last night, starting to build. All of my senses—touch, smell, taste—are acutely aware of him and what he is doing to my body.
“I know, this is all too much, and it’s nothing compared to what we’ll experience together. Let go for me, baby.” As if he is speaking to my body itself, I let go, letting my orgasm take over my body. When waves crash and volcanoes erupt, I imagine it happens like this. I feel weightless, like I can’t function on my own if I tried. When he touches me, I feel electrified, liberated, so dang good. I let the air fill my lungs and watch the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
He runs his hands delicately over my face, sweeping my fallen hair out of the way while I settle down and come back to earth. If this is foreplay, I can’t imagine what sex will feel like. “Let’s get in the bath before we have to go to work, I won’t see you until tonight. Which is eight hours way too fucking long.”
I think it’s sweet what he’s saying, but still it shocks me. Trey isn’t the clingy type; he hasn’t had a relationship other than sex before me, which is why it surprises me. His fear of relationships stems from his past with his mother and her abandoning him.
Kingston tells me Trey will talk about his mom sometimes, but it’s short and simple, nothing too detailed. I watch him battle with himself every day, trying to hush the demons that keep him from receiving the love he so badly desires. Even though I want to, I don’t tell him that he wears his heart on his sleeve. I know she ruined a big part of him. She left a black hole inside of him, and I fear he’ll never let it be filled again. Pushing the thought to the dark corners of my mind, I focus on the minor steps he’s taken just recently. Opening up to me, making me his girlfriend. I’d like to think that’s progress.
“Yeah, let’s. I mean, God forbid we won’t be able to see each other all day.” Sarcastically, I let him know he’s seriously adorable for wanting to spend every waking moment with me. He smacks my butt, and I yelp.
“Keep making fun of me and I’ll follow you to work and bug you all day.”
“Oh, do that! You could probably convince a lot of women that they look good just by winking at them and telling them to buy everything.” He gets up from the bed and I’m reminded that he is only in his boxer briefs when he stretches, showing me his very nice butt and muscular back.
“Come on, babe, the day’s calling.”
I climb out of bed and make my way to the hall closet to grab him a towel. Walking into the bathroom, the smell of honeysuckle fills my nostrils. Trey’s completely stripped down and standing in the tub with his hand extended toward me. He’s so defined and perfectly sculpted, he’s like a sculpture of the ultimate Adonis. I can’t help but notice his even more impressive dick. I don’t want to speak too out of context, but I didn’t know they could be that big.
He watches me as I slowly strip down, biting his lip when I’m completely naked in front of him. I swear that look is the epitome of desire. Climbing into the tub, I let the water warm my feet as he slowly lowers us. He sits behind me, his legs on either side of me, my head finding its place against his chest. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“Do you ever think about her? You know, your mom?” Concentrating on cupping the water in his hand, he lets it lazily run down my chest. Stopping when I finish my question.
“Why?”
He sounds different, I’m not sure if it’s anger or just curiosity. I’m the one that should be curious, but I don’t press him on the issue.
“I just wanna know. I know it’s been a long time since you last saw her. Do you think of her?” There’s a moment of complete silence, and I can hear the tiny drips from the bath faucet hitting the water. Minutes later, he starts talking.
“Sometimes I wonder if she thinks of me. I think about what she’s up to. Does she have a new family? Did she have any other kids that are better than me, since she couldn’t love me?”
This confession rocks me. How can he truly think that he’s not lovable or that it was his fault by any means?
“Trey, don’t think that. You’re not the one to blame for her choices. She left you, not the other way around.” My desire to make him understand is strong. I don’t ever want him thinking he could’ve caused her leaving. That woman’s a poor excuse for a mother. He drops his lips to my shoulder, not replying right away.
“But why? Was it because I was too loud or didn’t try hard enough at keeping my room clean?”
She left when he was young, so his thoughts are still naïve and juvenile. Here’s this grown man thinking his mom left because his room wasn’t clean enough. You would think with age he would realize there are more mature and reasonable explanations for her shortcomings as a mother.
“Trey, really, you’re telling me that if you have kids one day, and their rooms aren’t clean or they are too loud, that you’d leave them?” He shakes his head lightly in response, but that isn’t good enough for me. Sitting up and turning to face him, I scoot him forward and straddle his waist. I’m glad my bathtub is Jacuzzi sized, because this would be a lot more difficult to maneuver if it wasn’t.
I need him to find clarity in this moment, I need him to remember that he was just a kid and she was the neglectful parent. “You were not the problem, Trey Joseph Adams. She has no idea what a blessing it was to not only know you, but to have you as her child.” I rub my thumbs over his cheeks, hoping to give him the connection he needs in order to find truth in my next declaration. “You’re the most loving, funny, talented, and extremely good-looking person I know. Don’t ever think that her leaving was any reflection of you. You were a child and she was the coward. You’re incredible, Trey, and she should regret every moment of her life because she will never get the chance to meet the man you have become.” The tears that were building in his blue eyes never get the chance to fall. I won this round, I’m sure more are to come, but this is a small victory for us.
His hands find the back of my neck, sliding up into my hair and pulling my lips to his in one swift movement.
We’re kissing, our tongues trying to fight for dominance, trying to express the exact thing that we’re both fighting to admit. Love. I know I love him, I have for thirteen years, and one day I’ll tell him, but for now I just want him to feel it, feel me.
“You are everything to me, do you understand that?” he says.
I nod. Feeling him grow hard under me, I reach my hand into the water when he starts kissing me again. I gently start stroking him; his head relaxing against the wall while his eyes remain locked on mine. It’s the most erotic thing to be intimate with him. When he’s biting his lip and not letting his eyes leave mine, it’s earth shattering.
“Yes, I do, because you are my everything too, Trey.” Keeping my gaze on him, I stroke with one hand, asking him for silent approval if I’m doing it right.
“Tighter, baby, just a little. But just like that.” Placing his hand over mine, he helps guide me over his cock. His jaw opens and his lips form an O when I pick up the pace. Reaching my other hand under the water, I cup his balls. Cosmo magazine said men like that. He growls, the sexiest, most animal-like thing and it turns me on all over again.
“Fuck, where… I mean…fuck…” He stops, leaving his sentence unfinished. Reaching up he grabs my breast in his warm, wet palms, squeezing and leaning to suck on my nipples. I stroke him faster and his moans get louder. With a few more pumps, he comes. Moaning, he drops my nipple from his mouth, straining his neck back while warm cum rolls over and down my hand.
“Fuck beautiful, that felt fucking incredible. Damn.” I smirk, feeling proud. I have no experience so his approval puts me on cloud nine. I love pleasing Trey.
“I mean, duh. Just kidding. Gosh, can we just stay here all day?” I ask and he just shakes his head no, pouting his lip to me. God he is so cute. We reluctantly get out of the tub together, wrapping each other in towels and enjoy small talk.
“I’m headed to the apartment to get dressed for work, baby. Give me a kiss before I go.” Giving him a quick kiss, he pulls me flush against his hard body and puts his warm, calloused hand on my cheek.
“I’ll miss you, and I’ll be over later tonight.” Giving me one last peck, he turns to head to the door.
“Bye, baby.”
“Bye, Trey, have a good day!” I hear him shut the door, and I get dressed in some boyfriend cut jeans, a white V-neck tee, and some brown booties. When I look in the mirror my long, curly hair looks even more shiny than usual and my face looks brighter, and it’s not because of the light coat of makeup. It’s from pure happiness. Everything is falling into place, and I can only hope that it’ll stay this way, that we’ll face our demons together.
Within thirty minutes I’m walking into the boutique, ready to see our new line and get things done.
“Hey, L, how’s the new stuff?” I say, placing my bag under the register.
“It’s cute so far. But no way, you’re up first.” I look down at the six boxes sitting by the side of the register and laugh. I know she’s talking about what went down with Trey and me after we left the bar the other night.
“I’ll tell you everything, as long as we get these boxes open and out on the floor. Evan will be here in a couple of hours to see the new line so he can have his team create a marketing campaign,” I inform her, since she wasn’t feeling well enough and had to miss out on dinner, she wasn’t told, which is my fault. What can I say, I’ve been a little wrapped up in a certain blue-eyed guy.
“Crap! Why didn’t you tell me? I’m not ready,” she says, grabbing the box cutter and opening the boxes while I pull the rack closer to us.
“I’m sorry, it’s been a busy couple of days.” She looks at me like I’m speaking gibberish, and I know she’s about to lay it on me thick.
“You must not be getting enough sleep. You know, maybe you have restless body syndrome from too much sex.” I throw a top that I picked up from the box and it lands on her head, making us both laugh.
“You are such a little pervert! I don’t know where that comes from. You used to be so classy, now you just talk about sex. All—the—time.” I feel the mood shift and the air turns thick, and that’s when I know I struck a nerve in her.
“That’s what being controlled like a robot and abused for two years will do to you when you get a taste of freedom,” she says solemnly.
“Lana, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you remember that.” I instantly feel the overwhelming emotion that comes with regret. About two weeks into her relationship with Joel, he started to beat on her, telling her where she could go, who she could hang out with, and what she could wear. It was a tragic part of her life and a bigger tragedy to stand by and watch, because she begged all of us to leave her be. Like the idiot I was, I listened to her.
“Don’t. I know you didn’t, it’s just a reminder of how different I was, how much I had to hide.” She plays with the tag on the shirt she’s holding, concentrating on it with great detail for a few more minutes.
“Enough with the heavy. Tell me about Trey.”
I know I need to drop it and not push the issue; it’s only been a little over three years since she escaped him. I learned fast that she wouldn’t talk about it or him, ever. I’m not about to make today the day I try to get her to open up. It’s supposed to be a good day, for the both of us.
