The Fall of Troy

by Marilyn Lee

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  Troy couldn't ever remember being so nervous. He’d never felt so gauche and unsure of himself, even as a fifteen-year-old on his first solo date. He glanced out his car window at the house he'd been sitting outside of for more than half an hour. It was now or never. He ran a hand through his hair, blew out a deep breath, and straightened his tie.

  He got out of his car and quickly walked up the path to the door of the well-kept twin house on the quiet, tree-lined street. Wetting his lips and swallowing several times, he rang the bell.

  It seemed to take an inordinate amount of time before he saw the light go on through the top panes of the decorative steel door. "Yes? Who is it?"

  The voice was hushed, but he'd know that voice anywhere. His heart rate picked up but he kept his voice steady and firm. "Angie, it's Troy."

  He heard what he thought was a quick inhalation. "Troy. What are you doing here? It's nearly twelve in the morning."

  "I know it's late and I should have called, but I need to talk to you. Please."

  "Troy, there's nothing to—”

  "Please, Angie."

  Silence. A lot of it. He sighed and began to turn away.

  The door opened and he whirled back around. He caught his breath.

  She stood in the doorway. Her long hair hung around her face in a dark, luxurious curtain. She wore a short, thigh-length sheer robe, under which he could see an equally sheer nightgown. The bottom ended halfway up her big, beautiful thighs, while the top stretched over her breasts.

  One look at her and his dick hardened. Everything he'd planned to say and do was forgotten. "Oh, damn, Angie, I've missed you."

  He walked forward, reaching for her. He fully expected her to back away from him. Instead, she made a small, incoherent sound and allowed him to enclose her in his arms. Pushing the door closed with his foot, he tipped up her chin and bought his hungry mouth crashing down on hers. Her lips parted under his and he pulled her tongue into his mouth, greedily sucking on it.

  He cupped her face between his hands and kissed her until his lungs felt as if they would burst from lack of air. Only then did he lift his head and look down at her.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him. "Why did you come?"

  He caressed her cheeks. "Because I couldn't stay away. Angie, I haven't stopped thinking about you since the last time we saw each other."

  "Yeah. Right, Troy." She pulled away from him. "I'm so unforgettable that you didn't even bother to ask for my phone number. You had no intentions of seeing me after the cruise was over."

  "All right," he admitted softly. "At the time I didn't. But then I didn't realize how much I would miss you either."

  She glanced away. "Miss me, Troy, or miss my pussy?" she murmured.

  He shook his head. Damn her! Why did she always have to make everything so damn hard? Didn't she realize how hard this was for him? "Let me clue you in on something, Angie,” he said, his jaw clenching. “I have never had a problem getting pussy from any woman I wanted it from. If all I missed was pussy, it's readily and freely available."

  Her nostrils flared, the idea of him with another woman as upsetting as it was heart-wrenching. "Never had a problem? Well, there's a first time for everything, Troy." She reached passed him and pulled the door open. "Staring now. Good night."

  He stared at her.

  She stared back, her chin titled, her eyes cold. She was going to make him beg.

  Swearing softly under his breath, he shoved the door shut and sighed. "Okay, Angie. You win. What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?"

  "Who says I want anything from you, Troy? I didn't seek you out. You came to me."

  "And now you intend to make me swallow my pride?"

  "You know what, Troy? I don’t give a damn about your pride!"

  Now it was his nostrils that were flaring. "Then let me keep it intact."

  "You and your pride can get out of my house and my life!"

  "Angie…I can't forget you," he said gruffly. “He extended a hand to her. "Please."

  She looked away, shaking her head. "I still want what I want, Troy."

  He pushed away from the door and put his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. "And I still want you as much as I did the first time I saw you. More now than ever. I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed you."

  "Try anyway."

  He lifted his head and looked down at her. "Let me stay and I'll spend the night doing just that."

  She closed her eyes briefly. "And in the morning? Then what?"

  "Can't we worry about that in the morning? Right now, I need you, Angie, like I've never needed another woman. I know that's not quite what you want to hear, but I can promise you that if you let me stay, there won't be anyone else. I'll be yours for as long as you want me."

  She drew back and stared at him. "You'll be my what, Troy? My lover?"

  "Yes."

  "I told you I want a husband."

  He sighed. "I know, but until you find one…why can't we make each other happy?" He opened her robe, exposing her large, beautiful breasts. He cupped them in his hands, massaging and caressing them. "Angie, I need to love you," he said hoarsely.

  Even as she moaned and stumbled into his arms, she lifted her face to his. "Love is something two people who care about each other make. Do you want to love me or fuck me, Troy?" she challenged.

  "It depends," he said coolly. "Which do you prefer?"

  To his surprise, she sighed, shook her head, and then yanked his shirt free of his pants. He trembled as she ran her hands over his stomach and up his chest. "I think I'll take one of each."

  Some of the tension in his shoulders dissipated. "Just one of each? My balls are awfully blue."

  She treated him to a wicked smile, her dark eyes dancing with desire. "They won't be when I'm finished with you." She took his hand in hers and led him up the wide staircase to her bedroom.

  Chapter Ten

  Troy's heart hammered in his chest and his hands shook as he pulled off his clothes. Angie, having discarded her sheer nightgown and robe, sat on the big bed in the dimly lit bedroom watching, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

  When he was nude, he moved across the room to stand in front of her, his cock already fully erect. He leaned down and kissed her. Her lips parted under the pressure from his. The muscles in his stomach tightened and clenched when she reached out and began fondling his cock.

  "Angie." Using his weight as a lever, he pushed forward, propelling her onto her back. When she lay flat, he quickly spread his body on top of hers, rubbing his aching cock against her mound. "Oh, God,” he groaned. “I need you."

  Her soft warm hands encircled his body, caressing and touching, holding him as she offered her sweet lips. "Troy." She stroked her hands down his back to clutch his buns. She shifted her body under his and his aching cock slipped between her thighs. "Please."

  She applied gentle pressure against his dick and he shuddered and nearly came. Although he longed to drive his cock into her pussy with one greedy plunge, he was determined to make this night special for her. She had to understand that it wasn't just about sex. That meant holding onto his self-control until he was sure she was satisfied.

  He drew out of her arms and sat back on his heels. "Condom?"

  Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him. "What? Oh, Troy! Please don't tell me you didn't bring one."

  "Oh, damn. I didn't. Does that mean you don't have one either?"

  "Of course I don't have one. You think I just have them lying around? Why didn't you bring one?"

  "Because I came to talk."

  She lifted a hand and touched his cock, making it throb. "At twelve in the morning?"

  He hissed. "It took me awhile to get up my nerve to ring your bell. I thought you'd refuse to see me."

  "I should have. But tonight…right now…" Her fingers closed around his cock. "I just want you." She squeezed him. "Now."

 
His eyes drank in the sight of her. "I want you too, baby, but are you prepared to continue without a condom?"

  She licked her lips. "Are you?"

  He stretched his body out on hers. He showered her face and neck with kisses, trailing his lips down her throat to her breasts. He spent time licking and sucking at one large mound before turning his attention to the other. He lifted his head and looked down at her. "What I would like is to shove my cock into your sweet pussy and keep driving it in and out until I lose my mind. You have no idea what a turn-on the thought of coming in your unprotected pussy is."

  She smiled. "Oh, I don’t know about that. I could really get behind the idea of nothing between my pussy and your big, luscious cock."

  He groaned. "Damn I'd love that, but we're both too old to behave so irresponsibly."

  As he rolled off her, he spotted a small bowl on her nightstand. He lifted slightly and saw that it was filled with melting ice cream. He sat up and picked up the bowl. "Hungry?"

  "A little." She flushed. "A lot, but not for ice cream."

  "Well, if you don't want it, I think I'll have some." Smiling, he leaned over her and began spooning the ice cream on her.

  She let out a startled squeak. "Hey!"

  "Hey yourself."

  She giggled as he spooned ice cream along her neck, on her breasts, down and across her stomach. Parting the pretty pink lips of her vagina, he poured the remaining ice cream into her cunt.

  "Oooh!"

  He put the empty bowl on the nightstand and, kneeling on his knees beside her, he peppered her lips with soft, feather light kisses. "You are so beautiful," he murmured. "Beautiful and desirable."

  "Oh, Troy,” she breathed out. “I'm on fire."

  "So am I." Stroking the side of her thigh, he leisurely began to lick the sticky, melting ice cream from her neck. "And I'm going to put the fire out for you, sweet."

  By the time he reached her nipples, she was moaning softly, her hands touching and caressing any and every part of his body she could reach. Because he knew how sensitive she was about her stomach, he spent several moments, licking, kissing, and nipping at the soft swelling mound. "I love your stomach," he whispered, his cheek pressed against it. "I love the way it swells. I love that it's soft and warm. I love everything about your body."

  "Hmmm. Oooh."

  He rose and reached for both pillows on the bed. "Lift your behind for me, sweet," he urged.

  When she obeyed, her eyes still closed, he pushed the pillows under her rear end and moved between her thighs. He pressed several quick kisses against her mound.

  She moaned, lifting her hips slightly.

  He settled between her thighs and gently parted the lips of her cunt. His nostrils flared and his cock hardened as he breathed in the unmistakable, musky aroma of her aroused pussy.

  He touched the tip of his tongue against her clit.

  "Ooooh."

  Smiling, he kissed the small, warm knob. He licked it clean of ice cream before he snaked his tongue inside her moist, hot flesh. Her hips jerked and she moaned. Wrapping an arm around one of her thighs, he took a deep breath, and eagerly began to eat her pussy, alternating between sucking her and licking his tongue along the entire length of her slit. He bit gently at her fragrant flesh, easing first one finger, then a second one into her. It only took a few minutes of finger fucking her and lapping at her cunt before she began shuddering. Her hips jerked wildly, her muscles squeezed and clamped down on his fingers as if it were his cock.

  "Good…good…so good. So…oh my God…Trooooy!"

  Pushing his face between her trembling legs, she came, overwhelming him with her scent. Removing his fingers from her, he closed his mouth over her quivering pussy. When her juices gushed from her climaxing tunnel, he eagerly lapped them up, savoring the taste of her hot, tangy fluids against his tongue as if it were fine wine. Snaking his tongue as deep into her as he could, he lost himself in the moist heat and scent of her cunt. He had never tasted or smelled anything so sweet or fragrant.

  "Troy!"

  After licking her clean of her juices, he pressed a final, greedy kiss against her pussy. With his cock about to burst, he rose and slid his body up hers. He rolled them onto their sides and pressed close, rubbing his aching cock against her thigh. "Touch me, sweet. Hold my cock. Damn, it's aching. Touch me."

  Still trembling and moaning, she reached for his cock with both hands. He found her mouth and kissed her hungrily as she began pumping and massaging him. He was so horny that he came quickly, covering her hands and thighs with a load of semen.

  Turning a warm, intimate smile on him, she slowly spread his cum over her stomach and her mound. She saved a last drop on her finger, which she popped into her mouth. "Hmm. Salty, but finger lickin’ good," she told him wickedly. "One of these days, I'm going to have to get a big dip directly from the source."

  He groaned. "Anytime you want, sweet. Just say the word and my cock's yours to do with as you like."

  "Hmm. If I weren't so tired, I'd take you up on that generous offer. Right now, I need to sleep. But that was nice, Troy," she murmured, burrowing against him.

  It had been nice, but nowhere near as nice as a torrid fuck would have been or having her suck him dry. Still, any sex with her was better than with any other woman. He put his arms around her and held her. "It was, but next time I'm gonna need a healthy dose of your hot pussy,” he murmured.

  She stiffened against him. His own body tensed. If she told him there would be no next time…

  "Hmm." She snipped his shoulder. "Just to make sure you don't overdose, you'd better get a prescription and I'll see what I can do about having it filled."

  He laughed and tipped up her chin to stare down into her dark eyes. The sudden, inexplicable desire to tell her he loved her stunned him. He didn't love her, he told himself. He liked her. Way more than he was comfortable with. He wanted her—all the time and with a need he could no longer ignore or deny. He needed her pussy almost as much as he needed to breathe. Okay, so he wanted more from her than just sex. He wanted to be with her, to romance her, take her out dancing, watch Star Trek with her, have her sing I Will Always Love You to him, just sit looking at her. But he did not love her.

  "Angie, I…"

  "Hmm?"

  He stroked her hair. "I…I missed you."

  She turned a sweet, warm smile on him. "I missed you too, Troy."

  "I was a fool to let you get away. I—"

  She pressed a finger against his lips. "Hush. Before you say something you don't mean."

  He removed the finger. "I mean whatever I say to you."

  She shook her head. "That's your cock talking."

  "No, it is not!" He touched her face. "If I let my cock dictate to me, I would never have let you walk away from me on the cruise. I should have run you down, tossed you on the nearest lounger, and ravished you until you begged to become my love slave."

  "Yeah? You and what army?" she demanded, sleepily. "I gave my pussy freely to you on the cruise because I'd developed quite a taste for you and that big cock of yours, but don't make the mistake of thinking you can take it."

  "So you're saying what?"

  "That if you keep talking, I'm going to take some cock!" she warned.

  "Oh. I see,” he teased. “It's okay for you to talk of taking my cock, but not okay for me to talk of taking your pussy?"

  "That's the idea, big boy," she murmured, pressing her face against his shoulder. "You got complaints? Write your congressman."

  He laughed and held her close. "Damn, Angie, but it's good to be with you again."

  "Same here, big boy."

  Kissing and caressing each other lazily, they drifted off to sleep.

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  As she dressed for work the next morning, Angie bitterly regretted her weakness of the night before. She'd been a fool for Troy again. He turned up at her door without warning, admitted he didn't want to be committed to her, and still she couldn't spread her legs fast enough f
or him. She'd even been on the verge of letting him screw her without a condom.

  "Well, this is it," she told her reflection in her vanity mirror. "I've had it with you. He doesn't want to commit, let him get his pussy somewhere else." The thought of him inside another woman made her sick, but she hardened herself. "And just maybe you'll get your cock somewhere else."

  Yeah. Right. She'd go to another man when hell froze over. But he didn't have to know that. She thought of how he'd trembled in her arms, how tender he'd been. Telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her body just as it was, holding and kissing her until she fell asleep...

  Her breath caught when she realized that it hadn't been strictly sex for him. He had to feel some of what she felt. So it was up to her to make him admit it. But how?

  She smiled suddenly, remembering his reaction on having previously found her having breakfast with Frank. It was time Troy Hunter learned hell had no fury like a woman determined to make a man admit his feelings for her.

  Still grinning, she picked up her briefcase and left her bedroom for the basement office. Jen and Corrie were both already there.

  "Morning," she called, settling down at her computer.

  "Good one to you," Jen called back.

  Corrie turned to grin at her. "Somebody had a good night, I see."

  She forced herself not to blush. She and Corrie had been through too much together for her to be easily embarrassed. "A very good night," she admitted. "What about you?"

  Corrie shrugged and turned back to her computer. "I stayed up late working."

  "No date?"

  "I had one, but I cancelled it." Corrie turned back to face her. "It's going to take a while to get over Jermane. Every time I see a tall black man, my heart starts beating to beat the band. And when I realize it's not him, I feel so…let down. Empty. I think I went and fell in love with him."

  She sighed. She knew the feeling. "Is there anything I can…do?"

  Corrie shook her head. "No. I just need a little time." She smiled suddenly. "But I'm glad your Troy has finally seen the light."