Chapter 6
“This is Chelle,” I grinned as I introduced the two of them for the first time.
“Nice to meet you,” he told her, leaning down to kiss her hand.
“I like this guy,” she laughed. “Keep him.”
“She doesn’t really have a choice.”
Though the exchange was a good one, it didn’t feel good to me. What the hell was happening? How did I end up in this?
One thing about Mark; he knew how to keep a woman hanging on. After our first date and the steamy way that it ended, I couldn’t just give up and walk away. I was stuck in that stage of not just wanting-- but needing-- to finish what we’d started.
He had other plans. They included dates, dinners with family, movies on the couch that resulted in making out for three hours with no orgasm. It’d been six weeks. A month and a half of dating and I still hadn’t even had the D.
I was beyond sexually frustrated. I was on the brink of a killing spree. Somehow over that time frame, we’d ended up as a couple. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t discussed. I didn’t think about it actually. It just fucking happened.
His hand slipped across my ass, massaging gently in a way that no one could see. Damn him. It was like he was going to keep me worked up and wanting him so I’d never complain about being a….girlfriend. Fuck.
It wasn’t like it was all bad. He was very sweet, attentive and loving. Anything I wanted or needed he would do. I honestly never worried about him cheating simply because he was content for us to do everything together.
But my warning bells were going off, very loudly. The ones that were warning me that soon feelings and serious stuff was going to be involved and I knew how that went. I’d get attached. He’d get unattached. I’d be hurt. He’d leave. I didn’t need that.
Yet I couldn’t stay away. I soaked up every moment of his presence. I just wished that he would slow it down some so that I didn’t have to fear what was going on.
Unlike typical, he let his fingers wander just slightly until they were damn near close to the spot I was currently aching. My knees trembled and I almost lost my balance.
“This is a nice party,” he continued to rub on my ass as he talked of the decorations and how much effort was put into hosting it. “Everyone seems really friendly.”
I attempted through staggered breath to carry on a conversation, telling him about the event. It was hosted by an organization that Chelle and I worked with. One that offered help for those who had fallen on a disaster of some sort. Death, illness and even job loss were often detrimental to a family. So this place would help them get things they needed and get back on their feet.
“Something bothering you?” his eyes sparkled with delight at the realization that he was driving my body absolutely crazy in the middle of a packed room.
“Why? You planning to solve my problems tonight?” I teased back.
“I guess you will have to wonder,” he winked, pulling his hand away and walking towards a small group of people.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see the day,” Chelle walked up without me noticing. “Trina succumbing to a man and the whole relationship thing.”
“He suckered me in by withholding sex.” I whined. “Next thing I knew I was all involved and committed and shit.”
“How does it feel?” she giggled.
“Frustrating,” I snapped.
“Are you seriously angry?”
“No,” I admitted. “Yes. Sort of. I mean I don’t know. He’s always teasing me. Reminding me of what I want the most. Yet I never get anything but a bunch of fucking dates and hearing him introduce me as his girlfriend.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No. It’s just, I don’t know. It’s like one day I woke up and here I was and yet I can’t stop.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“I don’t think so,” I confessed. “But I don’t know because I want him so fucking badly.”
“So talk to him,” She suggested. “I mean personally, I think you have feelings for him…but…”
“Shhhh,” I ordered. “Don’t say the f word.”
“It’s not so bad Trina,” she giggled. “Feelings can be good.”
“Until he doesn’t have them and leaves,” I shrugged. “Damn him.”
Just as I said that I saw him turn and look in my direction. He was about to walk back over, no doubt to show Chelle again that we were an item. Ugh. As if she didn’t already know?
“Talk to him,” she whispered, walking off before he arrived.
“Everything okay baby?” he asked, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“It could be,” I teased, pushing myself up against and secretly slipping my hand over his crotch. “It could be better than alright.”
“You are insatiable,” he kissed me.
“How would you know? You never try,” I felt my face drop, eyes turning down.
“Trina,” he lifted my chin. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t want me,” I shook my head. “No matter what I do, you never want me.”
“You can’t tell how much I want you?” He nodded towards his groin, hard against my hand. “Why would you say I don’t?”
“It never goes anyway. We’ve been together for a month.”
“Maybe we should get out of here?” he looked at my face for an answer. A quick nod and smile let him know I was ready.
Finally, he was going to give me what I wanted most.
Chapter 7
“Move in with me,” his words stopped my heart.
We hadn’t been in the car two minutes and had yet to leave the parking lot when he had asked, more insistent.
“What?” I pretended as though I’d heard wrong, hoping like hell I had.
“Move in with me,” he turned and looked at me, not even attempting for us to leave. “I love you Trina. I want to be with you. Move in with me.”
“Whoa,” I held a hand up. “Mark, this is really fast.”
“Sometimes you just know,” he shrugged. “With you, I just know.”
“Look, I mean this,” I waved my hand between the two of us, “it’s good. Let’s not fuck it up.”
“Living together doesn’t fuck things up.”
“Yes,” I told him. “It does.”
“Look Trina,” he began, his voice sounding agitated. “I don’t know how to say this,” his hand waved between us. “I’m not the casual dating, might see you-might not, hardcore sex and gone kind of guy. I do serious. Relationships. Cohabitation. Marriage. I’m the guy that wants forever. Not just for now.”
“Wow,” I tried to catch my breath. “I don’t know what to say.”
“About?”
“Any of it. God. I never said I was looking to settle down—get married—any of that.”
“I know,” he admitted. “But look how far it’s gone in such a short time?”
“So what’s wrong with where it’s at?”
“I didn’t say anything was wrong with it Trina,” he reminded me. “I said I want it to be more.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then we will just part ways and call it a mistake.”
“So I can move in with you or lose you?”
“Trina,” He turned to me, his eyes stone-like. “I get what I want. Right now what I want is you.” I felt my body melting at the sound of his voice, stern and demanding, telling me that I was his goal. “But I don’t want you for the night. Or for the month. I want you forever.”
“Could you maybe let it work its way there?”
“It has. We already know how we feel,” his words were cold.
Reaching across my lap, his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt. I felt my breath catch as his fingers gently stroked my skin, sliding upwards slowly and methodically.
“I want you Trina,” his words were like heat, melting my resolve. “I want to touch and devour every inch of you.” I felt his fingers tracing my nipple through the thin bra I was wearing. “I want to
slip my lips around your nipples, sucking and biting them as you scream my name and beg for me.”
My legs were quivering, my clit throbbing hard against my panties. God this man made me come undone with so little.
“I want to press my lips against your soft caramel skin, planting kisses against every single inch,” his fingertips ran a trail down my stomach, nearing the waistband of my skirt. “I want you so bad,” he leaned in, murmuring the words against my ear, hot breath hitting my skin.
Slowly his hand slid out from under my shirt as he moved it to my thigh. Parting my legs, I was silently begging him to give me what I needed most.
“But I can’t have you if you won’t be mine. Fully. Completely.” His fingers began to slide gently across my skin, drifting up towards the hem of my skirt. Twisting my body, I slid my legs open further to allow him easy access.
“See the way your body responds to me?” he asked, slipping his hand underneath the fabric, stopping just before he reached my panties. “The way you long to feel my touch, my kiss….” He began to kiss gently against my earlobe. “My cock.”
“Jesus,” I tried to catch my breath and steady the trembling.
“Say you will move in with me Trina,” fingertips traced the damp spot in the crotch of my panties, causing me to move again--begging for his touch. “Say you will give me all of you and I will give you all of me.”
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Yes. Yes I will move in with you.”
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I didn’t want to feel this way. So connected to one man. I didn’t want to cave and allow him control in my life, let alone of my feelings. But I couldn’t stop myself. As he touched me and talked to me, I couldn’t imagine letting him go. I did not want to have another. He was all I wanted. All I needed.
“Let’s go home Trina,” he pulled away. “WE have some celebrating to do.”
Before we even got the door closed at his far too large home, his hands were on me. Tugging quickly, unafraid of ripping my expensive outfit, he began to pull my clothes off. Hands all over me as his lips kissed and nuzzled my neck from behind.
“God, I’ve wanted you since I was sitting in your salon chair,” he moaned, grabbing my bare tits with his hands and squeezing. “I imagined doing this to you as you were cutting my hair.” Fingertips took hold of my nipples and he began to pull and tug.
“Oh god,” I cried out, wanting only to feel even more. “Oh holy fuck.”
Everything that he had been holding back came out in those moments. Once my nipples were fully erect, he turned me to face him and knelt before me, taking one at a time into his mouth. I stood before him, naked and wanting, as he crouched still clothed and nibbled on the perky buds.
I was damn close to screaming already when I felt his hand cup the triangle of my groin, one finger slipping between my thighs and locating my clit.
“FUCK!” I yelled.
It wasn’t as though I had never had a man. I had been with plenty. But none had been able to incite this feeling with a mere touch. In what felt like less than three seconds my entire body clenched and my legs wobbled and I felt the orgasm about to explode.
“Not yet baby,” he teased, removing his hand. “I want to taste you.” Replacing his finger, his tongue slid and worked circles around my clit, hands cupping and squeezing my ass.
He didn’t have time to stop this time as the orgasm overwhelmed me suddenly and my body began to spasm with release.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, running his tongue along and tasting me as I began to relax once more. “Feel better baby?” he asked, kissing my neck once more as his hands massaged my tits.
“Yes,” I moaned, barely able to talk or breathe.
“Good,” he whispered.
Unable to control myself, I reached out and began to remove his shirt, running my hands along his hard body.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I moaned, touching his abs and chest repeatedly. Slowly my hands went to the buttons on his jeans, pulling them down, followed by his underwear.
His cock, hard and ready, waited for me.
“My turn,” I teased, dropping to my knees on the floor and taking him into my mouth. Teasing him with my tongue, I felt him stiffen further. “Mmmm” I moaned against his shaft, causing a throb I could easily feel. Just as I felt him tense and prepare for his own release, he pushed me back.
Slowly he picked me up, kissing my neck, and carried me to the sofa. Laying me back, I looked into his eyes as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I love you Trina,” he whispered, as he slipped between my thighs and I felt his cock slide into me.
“I love you too,” I admitted, closing my eyes and focusing on the thrust and the pleasure and not the words I’d just said.
Though I would have liked to make love for hours, our lack of release for so long had shortened the process. Within a few moments of thrusting into me, I felt my own body clench as his did. Cries of his name and love came out as I felt my entire body collapse around him. Shortly after he thrust one final time before exploding with his own orgasm.
Unable to move, I lay on the couch wrapped up in this perfect man and fell asleep.
Chapter 8
“Sooo, how’s it going?”
“Well, work sucks,” I admitted. “But I’ll be opening my own shop soon.”
“I meant with Mark,” Chelle laughed. “What’s it feel like being serious?”
“It’s okay,” I nodded. “His house is really fucking big. But I don’t have to clean it so I’m okay. It’s different Chelle. It’s hard to feel comfortable when I know at any moment the other shoe could drop.”
“I highly doubt it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
I couldn’t help but smile. She was right. He adored me. I knew that every day.
“He’s talking about marriage and kids,” I rolled my eyes.
“Why does he insist on putting me outside of my comfort zone.”
“Your comfort zone sucks,” she laughed. “I’m glad he’s doing it.”
“So how’s Derek?”
“Well,” she smiled, holding her hand out. A beautiful diamond was staring back at me. “Guess we are gonna do this thing.”
“That’s great. I’m so happy for you.”
“I miss seeing you everyday,” she admitted. “I’m sorry that we can’t do that anymore.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “But life goes on, right? You have Derek. I have Mark. They deserve our time too.”
“Yes, they do. But hey,” she laughed. “At least we have Fridays.”
“They can’t ever take that from us.”
“When you guys gonna take the plunge?”
“No time soon. I told him I wanna have the shop open and successful. I want to travel. I want to do a lot of things.”
“He’s okay with that?”
“Not at all,” I admitted. “But we are working on a compromise.”
“Good. I like seeing you happy.”
“I am. I really am. Who’d have thunk it?” we both laughed at my wording. “Oh and guess what?”
“What?”
“They fired Abby. She was caught stealing. Can you believe that?”
“Bitch,” Chelle added.
“Jobless bitch.”
We both laughed and signaled the waiter for another round of margaritas.
I could not believe how much my life had changed in only three months. I had gone from refusing to even date anyone seriously to living with a man, discussing marriage and planning a trip to Europe. I was saving that news for later as I had a huge surprise for Chelle. Her and Derek were going with us.
Apparently the men had chatted and we were all going on an adults-only adventure just before they got married. It was our gift to them for their wedding.
Looking around the restaurant, it felt somehow different. I felt somehow different. Hell, life was different.
I wasn’t certain where everything would lead, and occasionally I still had panic attacks
over the possibility of waking up and learning Mark was cheating or had left. But I knew that what I was living in that moment was worth every risk I was taking.
It was hard for me to believe that on one of the worst days I’d had at work, I got trapped into taking an extra client I didn’t want. He turned out to be the love of my life and the one person I could not live without.
That night as I lie in bed, wrapped in his arms and listening to his heartbeat, I heard him speak some muffled words that I could not quite make out.
“Did you say something?” I asked, looking into his eyes and seeing the love he felt for me.
“I said I’m glad I fucked my hair up,” he laughed.
“Me too,” I giggled. “I’m even more glad that you are the most frugal rich guy I have ever met.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because if you’d spent fifty bucks to have that mess cleaned up, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
“If I’d fucked you on our first date you wouldn’t be here right now.”
I had to think about that one for a moment. He was right. I’d have never gone out with him again. I’d have gotten what I wanted and moved on.
“Probably not,” I admitted. “But I never did understand why you said no. Was it just to torment me with sex until I caved and became your girlfriend?”
I heard his laugh and knew that I’d been wrong.
“No,” he laughed. “It wasn’t that.”
“Then what was it?”
“Honestly?” he asked and I nodded. “I was afraid you were using me.”
“I was.” I admitted with a giggle. “I’m glad you didn’t let me.”
“Me too Trina, Me too.”
THE END
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Lexi Summers
The Pursued
Chapter 1
EMMA
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