by M T Stone
“Hey, it’s a woman’s prerogative.” I slip my hands around his waist and move up right next to him. “I needed another kiss,” I whisper against his lips.
As our lips hungrily explore one another, my hands begin to move along his taut, muscular back. I love the way he feels, smells and tastes. It’s the perfect trifecta. He turns around so I am now under the shower head. He pushes his fingers through my hair and the warm water tumbles over my head and down my back. So many feelings and sensations are happening simultaneously, that I begin to feel a bit overwhelmed. It’s as if my nerve endings are completely raw, causing goose bumps to form as a result of his touch.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my neck. “I can’t believe you are actually here.”
“I can’t believe it either.” I snag a bottle of body wash and squeeze some into my hand. He leans in and kisses my forehead as I run my hands across his chest, thoroughly lathering him up. He pulls back slightly allowing me to soap up the rest of him. “You must work out a lot,” I say, but he ignores my comment.
“My turn.” He grabs the bottle and begins returning the favor. He turns me away from him and begins massaging my breasts while softly kissing the nape of my neck. I feel a surge of electricity between my thighs as his slippery hands glide down my abdomen and stop just short, leaving me yearning for more of his touch.
I turn back into him, seeking his lips once again. I let my hands trail down his back until they come to rest upon his firm ass. I caress them just slightly getting a feel of their perfect firmness. His hands run along the sides of my body causing a shiver to surge right through me. There is electricity in his touch that I have never experienced with anyone else. It’s driving me crazy.
“God, you make me hard,” he mutters; pressing himself against my smooth, wet skin. “You wouldn’t even believe how turned on I am right now.”
“I’m completely with you,” I reply, nearly breathless.
After toweling each other off, he takes my hand and leads me to his luxurious king-sized bed. He pulls back the covers and tells me to slip inside. Watching him walk around the side of the bed, I again feel the pounding of my heart within my chest. He rifles through his duffle bag before joining me with a discouraged look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“When Liv got her stuff, she apparently stole all of my condoms,” he replies with a frustrated look on his face.
“Well, I have an IUD, so there is no risk of a paternity suit.” I flash him a smile.
“Really, why did you get that?” he asks, looking for a rational explanation.
“My boyfriend was allergic to latex, so I did it for him. He dumped me a few months later, but I never went in to have it taken out,” I admit. “I don’t like to visit the gynecologist unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“I can’t blame you for that. Those stirrups have to be intimidating.” He laughs while sliding into bed next to me. “For some reason, I can honestly say that I trust you.”
“That’s good!” I give him a soft kiss on the lips. “I trust you too.”
Trey
Hearing those words crossing my lips and feeling the emotions that accompany them, I begin to realize the magnitude of what is happening. I’m feeling something that I haven’t felt in a long, long time… maybe ever. It started as a flicker the moment I first made eye contact with her on the plane and it has continued to grow within me ever since. After closing off my heart years ago, it appears that Mandy has successfully pried it back open.
“What’s wrong?” She gives me a look of concern.
“Absolutely nothing. That’s the problem.” I pull her to me and savor the feeling of her soft skin against mine. “You are totally amazing.”
Without a word, she leans into me pressing her lips to mine. Our tongues begin to tease one another as I feel her hand traveling down the length of my chest and abdomen. She pauses at my waistline for just a moment before retreating to my abs once again. She is obviously getting back at me for teasing her in the shower. She continues to avoid anything below my waistline and it’s causing my dick to begin throbbing with anticipation. She definitely knows how to drive me crazy.
Unable to take any more of her teasing, I flip her onto her back. I can feel the tip of my cock resting against her as my fingertips move along her cheek and push the hair behind her ear. I’m not going any further until I hear the words from her. It feels incredible just being this close to her. Time and everything else suddenly seems irrelevant as I touch her smooth skin and continue to kiss her luscious, full lips.
“I want you bad,” she whispers, after which her lips immediately curl into a smile and there is a flicker of lust in her eyes. God, that’s sexy!
I draw her nipple between my lips and slip my middle finger between her moist folds. My level of excitement jumps another notch after feeling an immediate response from her. Warm juices engulf my finger, so I begin stroking her.
“God, that feels good,” she coos, thrusting her hips against me. Her breathing becomes jagged and labored as I stimulate her most sensitive flesh.
She lets out another series of moans when I switch nipples and slip two fingers deeper within her. Her responsiveness is exciting me to the point where I can feel beads of sweat beginning to form along the crest of my brow. Damn, this is hot. I suck the tender flesh of her neck between my lips while exploring the telltale bumps of her G-spot. Her hips begin to wriggle even more. “Oh my God,” she cries, her breath catching in an obvious moment of orgasmic pleasure.
Not wanting to give her a chance to fully recover I move between her legs. Lacing my fingers together and cradling her head, I softly kiss her lips while pushing into her. A sudden surge of warmth courses through my body. This is so much more than just sex. For the first time in my life, I am beginning to understand the difference between sex and making love. It’s incredible when there is more involved than just physical contact. I’ve always felt there was something missing, despite the fact that I have been with some very attractive women. The past year with Liv has made me realize that there has to be much more to a relationship than physical attraction and sex appeal.
She moans as I bury myself deep within her and kiss her with all of the passion that is raging within me. Instead of focusing on giving her an orgasm, I am simply allowing my innermost feelings to express themselves physically. This is fucking incredible. I have never had an experience like this with anyone.
I hold her head firmly as I begin giving her long, full strokes while simultaneously devouring her lips like a sex-crazed animal. Everything feels so overwhelming, like a whole new world is suddenly revealing itself to me. I begin to focus on the feeling of moving within her. If there is such a thing as a perfect fit, this has to be it.
A sudden urge from deep within me steals my attention. Fuck, I don’t want to come before her. I push myself deep within her and hold it, gently grinding my hips against hers. The desired effect is almost immediate as she begins to moan and quiver. “Oh god, oh my god,” she murmurs as I continue to titillate her.
Her body begins to tremble and she gasps for a breath, so I kiss her hard and return to the long, full strokes that had nearly sent me to the edge of oblivion. My lips are muffling her continuing cries as I drive her past the point of no return. Within seconds, I join her in an incredibly fulfilling, mutual climax. This is as close to heaven on earth as one could possibly get. After recovering for a few seconds, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. “That was absolutely incredible,” I whisper. “I wish we would’ve reconnected years ago.”
Mandy
Wrapped up in his arms, I can’t believe what just happened between us. After never experiencing an orgasm with a man, I just had two of them within a matter of minutes. Wow, that felt incredible! It was so overwhelming that I’m already craving another one. His energy radiates against my skin in a way that just amazes me. I have always read about the magic in a person’s touch and I t
hink I’ve just discovered what that means.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs against my cheek.
“I’m way beyond okay.” I run my hand along his side, still trying to comprehend all the feelings and emotions I’m feeling inside. “How about you?”
“Like I said, that was totally amazing!” He smiles broadly. “I don’t know how else to say it.” He places his hand on my cheek and I can feel emotional tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” His smile instantly transforms into a look of concern.
“I’m just a little overwhelmed,” I admit. “I’ve never experienced anything like that. I mean, I’ve had sex and stuff, but never like that.”
“Shhh.” He places his finger on my lips. “Me either. My mind is blown too.” He draws me even closer and pulls up the covers.
Lying next to him, I simply savor the warmth and energy that is being exchanged between us. I have never felt more alive or more satisfied in my entire life. God, I hope this works out between us. The warm fuzzy feeling inside begins to give way just a bit, making room for a little bit of insecurity.
“I think you just ruined me for other men,” I whisper jokingly.
“That’s good, because you have me feeling things that I never thought were possible,” he replies with a look of wonder in his eyes. “I never thought…” he pauses before finishing his sentence. “I just never thought I could feel this way.”
I kiss his gorgeous lips instead of replying. He immediately rolls me onto my back and returns my kiss with the same intensity that blew me away earlier. “God, I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters. I feel his still hard cock between my legs once again and kiss him hard as he pushes into me once again.
“I can’t get enough of you either.”
CHAPTER 16
Sunday Morning
Mandy
Our cozy, little cocoon of bliss is disrupted by the sound of Trey’s phone buzzing on the nightstand. “Family,” he grumbles, letting it go to voicemail. The voicemail beeps and he gives me a quick kiss before getting out of bed and heading to the adjacent room. I snuggle back into the warm serenity, completely content until I hear the tone of his voice. It doesn’t sound like a tone he would use with his mother and it certainly isn’t his brother. I’ll bet I know who it is and she’s not exactly family.
“Tyler has apparently gone off the deep end,” he groans upon re-entering the room. “I need to take a quick shower and go over there for a bit. I’ll take you to brunch when I get back, just pick a place that you would like to go.”
“Okay,” I agree, watching him set his phone down on the counter before heading into the bathroom. I remain still for a moment, debating whether or not I should confirm my suspicion. The water starts and I know there isn’t much time before his phone locks. Screw it. I already know it’s her. I roll over and close my eyes, determined not to allow her to spoil my mood.
“I’ll be back,” he whispers in my ear, that killer cologne of his rousing my senses.
“Tell Vanessa, hi.” I turn my head slightly and shoot him a look.
“She just wants to talk about Tyler,” he replies defensively. “She sounds really worried about him.”
“That’s fine.” I shrug. “Why didn’t you just tell me it was her instead of acting so suspicious?”
“I’m sorry. I just had a really good time last night and I didn’t want to spoil it.” He bends down to give me a hug. “I was caught a little off-guard when I saw her name pop up.”
“Go talk to her and I’ll get ready,” I murmur. “When you get back, we’ll go to ABC for brunch.”
“Sounds perfect.” He gives me a relieved smile and kisses me on the forehead. As he turns and makes his way to the door, I can’t help watching him. Even the way he moves is sexy, exuding a sense of confidence. I lie there for a moment still reveling in the warmth that he left behind. Vanessa is engaged to his brother, so there is nothing to worry about, I think in an attempt to reassure myself. Besides, I have a feeling that she is pregnant. She didn’t look well at the funeral and Tyler said she hasn’t been feeling good for the past few weeks. Sounds like morning sickness to me.
Trey
I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect when I rang the doorbell. I could hear some scuffling inside as if someone was trying to straighten up things at the last possible minute. Vanessa looked flushed when she opened the door and she appeared to be wearing nothing but a robe and slippers.
“Are you okay?” I ask, feeling like there is something very wrong with this whole scenario.
“No. I’ve been up most of the night. Tyler went out after the confrontation with you yesterday. I still wasn’t feeling good, so I stayed home.” She rubs her hand in a circle over her stomach. “He never came home and when I call his phone it goes right to voicemail.”
“Hmm, have you called Mom?”
“No. I didn’t want to worry her. She has had enough on her mind lately.” Her hand shakes violently as she raises a glass of water to her lips.
“Come here.” I reach for her arm. “You’re shaking like a leaf.” I put my arm around her and guide her onto the couch. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Tears instantly well up in her eyes. “I don’t even know where to begin.” She closes her eyes and hangs her head.
“Is it Tyler?” I struggle to keep from jumping to conclusions. “What has he done?”
“A few weeks ago he ran across a file in Victor’s desk. He had suspicions that he was restructuring his will, so we snuck into his office one night while Victor and Carly were at a fundraiser,” she admits.
“And he found out that he was getting cut out too?” I speculate.
“You both were taking a pretty big hit, but he wasn’t cutting either of you out completely. Tyler was livid when he saw that he was treating both of you equally,” she says, shaking her head from side to side recalling the moment. “Each of you were to receive fifty million dollars worth of stock, which I tried to convince him was generous.”
“Yeah, most billionaires leave the bulk of their money in a charitable trust or a foundation. They don’t leave billions to their kids,” I reply in agreement.
“What really sent him over the edge was the fact that he intended to carve out a chunk of stock for Tommy.” She bites down on her lip. “He actually broke down in tears when he read it.”
“I talked to Tommy the other night. He told me that Dad was trying to bring him onboard. Honestly, I think he might be a good fit. I can see why Tyler would be upset though, since you guys have history.”
“Tyler really thought that Victor would wait for him to get his MBA and would choose him, since you aren’t interested,” she replies with a crack in her voice. “He was so hurt.”
“It’s a multi-billion dollar business. Tyler isn’t qualified to run something like that, even if he gets an MBA. It would take me a decade or more before I would even be considered for the top seat,” I explain. “Tyler has totally unrealistic expectations.”
“I tried to talk to him about that, but he was so upset. He had already been acting really strange before that night, but that sent him off the deep end,” she whispers, trying to choke back tears. “I’m afraid he’s done something really bad.” She leans into me and lets go of everything that had been bottled up inside of her.
“Is that why he was accusing me? He’s trying to deflect the attention away from himself?” A light bulb clicks and everything suddenly begins to make sense. Holy shit, he killed Dad? How could he do something so fucking stupid?
As Vanessa continues to sob against my shoulder, I can’t help thinking back to the days after her breakup with Tommy. Apparently, I’m still the shoulder that she prefers to cry upon. For a brief moment my mind toys with the idea of her and I being together again. If Tyler really did murder our father, it will only be a matter of time before he is found out.
“Worst of all,” she sobbed. “Worst of all… I’m pregnant.”
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bsp; Her admission feels like another smack in the face and immediately shocks me back to reality. I pull back, lift her chin and look her directly in the eyes. “How could you let that happen?”
“I was having issues with my old birth control pills; they made me puffy and bloated,” she explains. “I switched pills and we were careful, but apparently not careful enough.”
“I would just hate to see a kid brought into the world with his dad headed for prison,” I say without really thinking.
Vanessa immediately breaks down again. “I just pray that he had nothing to do with it.” She sobs, in a resumption of her emotional release. “I’m sorry Trey. I should’ve chosen you years ago. I have always loved you.”
What? I’m honestly speechless as she grabs a Kleenex and wipes the tears from her eyes. I have been completely obsessed with her for as long as I can remember. Now she tells me that she has always loved me? She’s has to be saying this out of sheer desperation.
Our conversation is cut short when the door handle rattles and Tyler comes stumbling into the entryway. He regains his balance and stares at the two of us, obviously completely trashed out of his mind. “What the fuck is going on here?” he howls, stumbling toward us and focusing in on Vanessa’s face. “Why the fuck are you crying?”
“Because you didn’t come home and I couldn’t reach you on your phone,” Vanessa says, in an attempt to cover her ass. “Where have you been?”
His gaze falls to the floor. “I was upset, so I stopped off at the Monkey Bar for a couple drinks. Obviously it was a bad idea to mix booze with these new pain pills. I got totally fucked up. I have no idea where my phone is at.” He turns and stumbles into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Well, at least that mystery is solved.” I give Vanessa a subdued grin.
“I’m so tired of dealing with his issues,” she whispers. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll talk to Mom about it. We are getting together for dinner tonight,” I tell her. “Maybe she can get him into rehab and on track for a knee replacement.”