by ANDREA SMITH
He gave me a look that said, ‘oh, puleeze,’ as he opened the front door, holding it open for me so that I could enter before him.
Once inside, he gazed around the sparsely furnished house. I felt sort of embarrassed; I wasn’t sure why. I was trying to figure out where our conversation was going to take place. In the living room, there was just the love seat. The kitchen table might be better.
“Would you like something to drink, Trey? I have iced tea, or I could make coffee?” I offered.
“Nothing for me, thanks. You go ahead though,” he replied as he made himself comfortable on one-half of the loveseat.
I guess the decision had been made as to where we were going to have our discussion. I poured myself a glass of iced tea and joined him in the living room. I sat down on the love seat at an angle, sipping my iced tea then setting it on the end table. I crossed my hands, placing them in my lap
and turned to face him.
“So, you wanted this discussion.” I stated flatly.
“Tylar,” he said carefully choosing his words to mask his irritation, “Why didn’t you tell me that I am to be a father?"
His eyes were intense, searching mine as if to find some clue as to why I had somehow deceived or defrauded him.
Oh, I got it. He was the injured party in all of this. How very Trey, I thought. Typical of what a spoiled, arrogant man might feel. I felt my response begged a question of its own.
“Trey,” I asked tersely, “Why is it that you didn’t remember the occasion, and how is it that you remembering it now?”
Trey leaned forward on the loveseat, resting his forearms on his thighs, clasping and unclasping his well manicured hands, occasionally picking at the band on his Rolex watch. He was struggling to answer my very simple question. Trey spoke gently and humbly, his eyes locking with mine.
“Tylar, I realize that it’s despicable that I would have had the occasion to be with you and not readily recall it. I apologize, for that. For me to sit here at this moment and tell you that I thought I had dreamed the incident in the stable, sounds ‘convenient,’ I realize that as well. You of all people should recognize that sometimes, given the right frame of mind and circumstances, it can be difficult to distinguish the reality from the fantasy. Please know that I am not comparing this with what you endured as a child and adolescent; believe me, you were the victim of those atrocities. My situation was self-imposed.”
He stopped, raking his fingers through his gorgeous burnished brown hair. He turned then, and took one of my hands into his, brushing my fingers with his thumb.
“Go on, Trey,” I said, my heart was thrumming with anticipation as to how this was going to play out.
“I hadn’t seen you in awhile. It was driving me nuts. It seemed like when I would spot you even from a distance, you were always with Mark. You were working with Mark, going somewhere with Mark in his truck. One day, I saw you and Mark pass by going out the driveway by the manor. You two were laughing about something. It made me fucking crazy.”
He stopped momentarily, collecting his thoughts before he continued.
“As my thirty-first birthday approached, I decided to throw myself a ‘pity’ party. I only invited one guest, Jack Daniel. I don’t usually drink like that, ever. I started the day before, drinking well into the morning hours of my birthday. I remember being in the stable, talking to Derringer. I thought I had passed out and dreamt of you."
"When I awoke, I was still in the stable, dressed and lying on a pile of straw. Actually, Charlie is the one who woke me that morning.”
His eyes clouded with anger as he mentioned his name.
“Okay,” I said, “That doesn’t explain how you found out?”
“A week or so after you were ordered to come back to Washington County to meet with the C.A. on the case with Charlie; I was called in by the C.A. to be interviewed.”
A hint of a sardonic smile crossed his lips.
“I got the distinct impression that Ms. Denniston had suspicions I was somehow involved in the matter, to what degree, I wasn’t sure. She volleyed between making me feel like a co-conspirator to possibly a co-victim. It was a rather strange interview.”
Trey frowned obviously irked to some degree that he would be considered a potential candidate for either.
“During this meeting, I was given an opportunity to review the evidence, and questioned as to what, if any, pertinent information I could offer. Ms. Denniston wanted information pertaining to how you obtained your job at Sinclair Stables, noting that most of the others were from local or semi-local colleges. She delved into our personal relationship as well.”
That part about getting my job at Sinclair Stables struck a chord with me. The fact was, my mom had told me a friend or relative of someone she worked with at the law firm had connections with someone at Sinclair Stables. She went so far as to promise me that whoever this connection was would use their clout to help me get the summer position. I filed this information away for future reference.
Trey continued with his explanation.
“Ms. Denniston allowed me to read through the transcribed interview that she had conducted with you the previous week. I saw what you offered relative to the things that Charlie said to you during his assault of you."
"It was about . . .”
Trey was stammering, now something I had never seen with him.
“About apparently what he saw.”
Trey shifted a bit, letting go of my hand. He stood up, and turned to face me on the love seat, nervously raking his right hand through his hair.
“There was another interview with Charlie after you left, Tylar. The C.A. wanted to question him to determine what he knew relative to your mom and the trust; to establish whether he co-conspired with her to defraud you. The C.A. offered him a reduction on one of the charges currently pending in exchange for his corporation in revealing everyone involved as well as your mother’s whereabouts.”
Trey paced nervously in front of me. I could tell that whatever he was about to share with me was distasteful to him. He stood before me, crouching down on his haunches so that we were face to face. He once again took both my hands into his, massaging my fingers. This has to be bad, I thought. His dark blue eyes were stormy as they locked with mine.
"The early morning hours of my birthday, Tylar, when I was in the stable and the horses were making a ruckus, Charlie heard it too. He saw you leave your cottage and go down to the stable. He followed you down there. I'm not sure what his initial intention was; I can only guess that it was similar to what he had planned for you the night of your attack.”
Trey was looking down at my hands now, struggling to tell me the rest. Finally, he raised his eyes to mine, searching for some clue as to what my upcoming reaction was going to be when he fully enlightened me. He charged ahead.
“When he realized that I was in the stables, he stuck around. He went around to the other side of the building and entered quietly through that door. Unfortunately, it offered him an un-obscured view of us."
"He observed your trying to get me out of Derringer’s stall; my getting angry, and ultimately, our lovemaking. He used his Smart Phone to video record everything.”
I gasped, jerking my hand from his and covering my mouth to stifle my scream of horror.
“No! Oh my God!”
“Relax, Tylar,” Trey soothed, “He hasn’t done anything with it; I now have it in my possession. It appears he planned on using it in a blackmail scheme. Your mother was to be involved in that portion of it so that it kept the suspicion off of him. He apparently had more to carry out in his mission.”
“By the way, she is living in Indiana now. The plan was to download the video onto a jump drive, send it to me with a warning that it would go viral if I didn’t pay the demand. They planned to send copies to the university you attend, as well as my law firm and others throughout the south. Specific instructions as to how the payment was to be handled had not been figured out which is why it hadn
’t gone any further prior to Charlie getting caught.”
Trey shifted again, clearly uncomfortable. Was there more? I looked at him questioningly.
"Tylar, there is still an on-going investigation with other issues that surround all of this. This involves not only Charlie, but your mother as well. There could be others. For now, that is all you need to know. Statements that Charlie has provided need to be verified before any further action is taken. Do you understand?”
I nodded. I was numb. I couldn’t think about possibilities at the moment. I had to focus on the facts that were known at this moment. I felt nauseated just knowing that Charlie had stood there watching us, probably video recording with his Smart Phone in one hand, and jerking himself off with the other.
I needed to ask Trey something but felt embarrassed to do it. Oh, what the hell, I thought.
“Trey,” my voice faltered as I searched for the right words. I had his full attention, blue eyes probing mine for some sign of forgiveness within mine.
“Did you watch it all?”
“Yes,” he said gently.
“How much did he record, I mean, where does it stop?”
Trey looked extremely distressed, almost pained as he struggled to answer my question.
“It ended right after I said, ‘What a fuck’ and then rolled over and passed out.”
He was ashamed; I read that loud and clear. He took my hands once again into his own, raising them up, one at a time, to his mouth, softly brushing his lips against my knuckles.
Though I hated to admit it, one of the emotions I was feeling at the moment was relief. I was relieved that the whole this particular Mom/Charlie scheme had been thwarted; I was glad that Trey knew the truth about the baby; I was thankful that he seemed to care about it.
I looked at Trey. The misery he was feeling was apparent on his face. His sapphire eyes were full of remorse and shame. I was no longer happy with his feeling miserable; it didn’t pleasure me to see him distressed about the situation. Clearly, he had not known; just like I had not known certain things that had occurred with me. I needed to break the mood, to give him some relief.
“Trey,” I said, smiling, “How hot is the video?”
His head snapped up immediately, searching my face to clearly understand whether or not he had heard me correctly. A slow smile spread across his beautiful face, his dimple apparent. I hadn’t seen that for a long time. I smiled back, shyly, waiting for his response.
“Oh yeah, baby, it is hot.”
“Perhaps we can watch it together some time?”
He sat down beside me again on the loveseat, pulling me into his lap, nuzzling his face into my neck. I felt his lips on my neck, kissing me softly, his hand reaching up gently, pulling my face toward his. His lips found mine instantly, drawing me to him in a kiss so passionate it left me breathless.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me, desperately wanting to feel him close. His lips moved down my cheeks, brushed across my throat, lowering further to my breasts. His hand unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse, sliding his hand inside, freeing one of my breasts from my bra. He lightly massaged my nipple, capturing it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
I moaned softly, wanting more from him, my mouth found his once again, covering it with fervent kisses, my tongue probing his with a longing for fulfillment. He raised his head from mine briefly, his eyes searching mine for answers.
“I need you, Trey,” I said.
He needed no further encouragement. He lifted me from the love seat, carrying me in his strong arms as he mounted the hallway steps taking me upstairs. He located my sparsely furnished room with no problem, carefully laying me down on top of my bed. He wasted no time in stripping me free of my clothes.
My body had changed subtlety; he drank in the full ripeness of my breasts after removing my bra. My stomach was showing just a hint of a baby bump, which was evident once he removed my skirt and panties.
I lay fully naked on the bed, hungry for him to shed his clothing and be right beside me. He removed his shirt, belt and trousers. He had kicked off his shoes as soon as he had laid me on my bed. His erection sprang forth in anticipation of our coupling. He removed his socks and stretched out beside me on my bed.
He was lying on his side, his elbow bent so his head could rest in his hand. He was gazing at me, from top to bottom, slowly and leisurely as if he had never seen me naked before. I felt shy under his burning perusal. I tried to shield myself with my hands, not sure as to whether he had noticed my weight gain.
“Stop,” he ordered brusquely, removing my hand that was attempting to shield my abdomen from his hungry gaze. I looked at him, startled just a bit.
“Don’t you know how beautiful your body is?” he questioned me. “Don’t ever cover your body from me, Tylar. It belongs to me.”
He took his free hand and lightly traced my nipples in a circular motion. They sprang erect to his touch. He leaned forward, and traced the same path with his tongue, gently, softly. He covered the nipple on my right breast with his mouth now, sucking and licking, gently massaging it with his fingers. My breasts felt full with anticipation. He suckled it for several minutes as I arched my back to fully engorge it into his mouth.
He moved to my left breast, administering the same care and attention to it, while gently kneading the right one with his free hand. Oh my, I was so wet down there. I moaned gently, encircling my arms around his neck, and fisting his gorgeous, tousled hair. His mouth soon started its southward travel; slow and meticulous my skin reacted to his soft, warm mouth with goose bumps and searing heat alternately. My skin felt like fire and ice at the same time.
He tongue and lips traced my baby bump, his hand gently touching me there, kissing it softly, his fingers tracing the outline of where our baby was growing.
Trey changed his position, now hovering over me as he spread my legs, taking his place between them. He placed his forearms under each of my legs, raising them up so they were bent at the knees. He placed my feet over each of his shoulders, and settled down, nuzzling his face fully into my sex.
He worked his magic with his mouth and his tongue; thoroughly covering every bit of me inside and out. His fingers gently probed the folds of my sex; his tongue would follow closely behind. His lips did their part as well, softly kissing and blowing warmly into my core. His thumb was inserted inside of me; the palm of his other hand gently pressing the outside wall of my vagina to meet the area his thumb was thrumming inside.
Oh God, I felt the familiar swelling of my sweet spot; my thoughts became skewed and my head rolled from side to side, enjoying the incredible build up of release that was to come. I moaned several times; almost to the point I felt tears might spill it was that intense. Trey’s voice was soft and soothing, talking to me as he had in the past when he sensed my quickening.
“That’s my baby,” he cooed, beginning his slight tapping of my raised spot, followed by circular massages, then tapping the center gently in distinct rhythm. I moaned again, my hips swiveling to ensure his fingers reached their ultimate destination and the timing that I wanted to
determine. It was building higher and higher.
“Baby, tell me what you need?” he asked softly.
“I need you, Trey,” I gasped, breathlessly.
“You need to be more specific,” he teased.
Oh God, I thought; I didn’t care, there was no shame when in pursuit of what I knew he would give me and what I needed.
“I want you inside of me Trey. I need you inside of me, please? I want it now.” I said, in a slightly demanding tone.
I was dripping wet by this time. I was very close to going over the edge, and by the time he put his condom on, it just may too late I worried. Then I remembered no need for a condom for now.
He rose up, his arms scooting me down slightly. He grabbed one of my bed pillows, raising my butt up so that he could position the pillow underneath raising my pelvis up at
an ang
le. I watched in awe, loving to see Trey touch me and touch himself for that matter. He put his hand on his long penis, gently guiding it between my legs and into me.
He inserted just the head of it, gyrating his narrow hips in a circular motion. He sank a bit deeper inside of me, the fullness of his manhood captured in my wet and hungry sex. My hands were on each cheek of his tight ass, grabbing and pulling him in deeper. He gave some gentle thrusts, and then backed out slowly, almost completely. I whined and he smiled.
“You are quite greedy, aren’t you, baby?” he asked softly, smiling, covering my mouth with his, and gently biting my lower lip, as he once again slowly buried himself inside me, then backed out, teasing and tantalizing me with each movement.
He grabbed another pillow, positioning it above the other so my pelvis was raised even higher. He was now able to rise to his knees, and placing a hand on each side of my hips, he raised and held me as his penis slid in and out.
He flexed himself so that he would gyrate in a circular motion, his beautifully curved penis rubbing my swollen sweet spot; then in and out, then circular.
My orgasm was once again building to release. Both of our breathing was ragged; our skin glistened with a thin film of sweat and we worked towards our climax. Trey was talking to me, whispering things into my ear which pushed me closer to the edge. I felt the warmth in my core turn to
heat; my extremities tingled; my hands pressed Trey’s ass to me with a vengeance.
“Fuck me, Trey, That’s my spot,” I moaned, “Fuck me right there, baby.”
I gasped, pressing him so that he was hitting my engorged G-Spot He met my demands with expert finesse. He was building to climatic release as well.
“Oh God,” he breathed hoarsely into my ear, rotating his hips perfectly to push me over the edge.
I groaned, finally crying out as my sweet release was reached. Spasms of pleasure enveloped every nerve and muscle in my body. I felt the gush of wet pleasure that soaked Trey and me; his release was happening as well. His thrusting caused him to groan with each climatic spasm; I could feel my uterus contracting around him, drawing his juices into my body.