Learning to Trust

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  “That’s right, baby, feel what I’m doing to you. Let go and come for me, Laurel.”

  My breathing was out of control and I wanted so desperately to feel him inside me. “Please, Garrett.”

  His voice was full of sensual promise. “What do you want?”

  “I want you,” I responded, panting.

  “You want me where, babe?” he asked as he continued finger-fucking me faster and faster.

  “I need you inside me,” I begged.

  “Then come for me, Laurel, now,” he commanded as he shoved his thumb hard against my clit while his fingers pushed deep into my pussy and rubbed against the wall, hitting the oh-so-perfect spot.

  I felt a wave crest deep within my body as I fisted the sheets, screaming to let all the energy out. My legs shook and my back arched as I felt myself clench tightly around his fingers. He pressed harder into my clit and I rode out the intense orgasm. I had heard about how wonderful they were when someone knew what they were doing, but this was far better than any description.

  Garrett began to move up the length of my body, trailing kisses along my abdomen and breasts until he found my lips. His lips were wet with my arousal and I could taste myself on him when his tongue pressed deeply into my mouth. His hair fell gently around my face, making me want to fist my hands through it and hold him even closer.

  Between kisses, he managed to ask, “Are you on the pill?”

  I felt his erection hover over my opening, barely touching the tip. “Yes,” I squeaked out.

  “I can assure you I’m clean and safe. All I want to do is feel myself buried deep inside you, to feel you wrapped tightly around me.” His breaths were coming out heated; his words full of desire.

  I tipped my pelvis up to him. I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything.

  “Oh, Laurel,” he moaned as his tongue thrust deeply into my mouth at the same time his manhood sunk hard and deep inside me, stretching me and filling me with his glorious length.

  As soon as he was in me, Garrett stilled for a moment, allowing me to acclimate to his rather large size. “I can’t help myself,” he groaned. “You feel so good. I have to move.” His words were heated, and with them he began to pull in and out of me, slowly at first, then increasing speed infinitely.

  He continued to devour my mouth while he consumed my soul. It felt like he couldn’t get enough. I felt the intensity of our passion and wrapped my legs around him, trying to urge him in further, until I could feel his erection hitting the very end of my insides, his balls slapping against me with every movement.

  I suddenly became aware of the sensation building inside me again. Surely, I couldn’t have another orgasm so soon. My eyes closed, trying to make sense of all of this. Isn’t there recovery time or something?

  “Open your eyes to me, Laurel. See that it’s me inside you and no one else.” His words were coming out in huffs as his arms wrapped under my shoulders, pulling me onto him even harder.

  “I want to see you come for me again. Don’t fight it. Give it up to me, baby.” His words were my undoing as I tipped over the edge, clenching hard down around him, feeling the spasms rack through my entire body as I screamed out his name in ecstasy and in turn triggered his release.

  Garrett shoved into me hard one last time, screaming, “Oh, Laurel! Fuck!” He stilled and I could feel his cock jerk inside me, filling me with his essence. He collapsed down onto me, pressing me to the bed.

  We lay, still connected, for what seemed like an eternity, trying to catch our breath.

  After a few minutes, he lifted up on his elbows, supporting most of his weight, and gazed deeply at my face with concern etched on his. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head as a smile began to cross my face. “That was wonderful. I had no idea it could be like that.”

  His expression was one of relief. He kissed my cheeks, my temples, my nose, and my lips. I winced a little as he pulled out of me and moved to my side, reaching out and drawing me close to him, my back to his front. To my surprise, he still looked quite large and somewhat hard, despite what we had just done.

  “I can show you just how wonderful this can be; taking you to new heights and places that your mind can’t even imagine,” he whispered, his words full of sensual promise and seduction, as he nibbled on my ear and caressed one of my breasts.

  His lips continued to move along my neck and down my shoulders as his hands snaked lower down the front of my body, feeling and massaging every inch of my skin.

  I leaned back into him, my voice laced with sarcasm. “I thought you were going to be a gentleman and not touch me tonight?”

  I could feel Garrett’s smile against the skin of my shoulder as his hand reached my mound and his fingers stared playing with the folds to my clit. “I kept my promise, Laurel. If you take note of the time, it’s no longer tonight, but now tomorrow. I can’t help the pull I have towards you.”

  His hand reached past my clit and two of his fingers plunged deep into me as his other hand wrapped around me and grabbed hold of one of my breasts, squeezing it gently.

  I could feel his erection hardening against my backside as his hands caressed every inch of my front. “Your scent, your body, the passionate sounds you make when you come, they all intoxicate me. I have to have you again.”

  He was already making my body burn. My backside was pressed up against his arousal and before I knew it, he hitched my leg backwards over his and plunged deeply into me. “Ahh!” I screamed in surprise and in pleasure.

  One of Garrett’s hands continued to fondle my breasts, showing them equal attention, while the other hand was fingering my clit as he pumped into me slowly from behind.

  The feeling was different this way, but I loved how he was all over my body, owning me; pleasuring me. I began to rock my hips back onto him, imploring him to go as deep as he wanted. The feeling of him trying to climb up inside me was intense. I could feel my body’s awareness start to heighten as he started grinding into me harder and rubbing my clit faster.

  “I want to show you so much pleasure, Laurel. I want you to know what it’s like to have someone worship your body. Come for me, now,” he demanded huskily in my ear. He bit down gently on my earlobe as I came loudly, clenching down hard around him. He pushed into me a few more times before stilling and finding his own release, praising my name in ecstasy.

  He pulled the covers up around us as we lay connected in post-coital bliss. “Sleep now, darling, no more nightmares for you tonight; I’ll protect you,” he whispered gently and kissed my cheek softly. I remember nothing after that, drifting into an exhausted sleep.

  “Ouch!” I screamed as I felt a small jab at my finger. My eyes flew open to find Garrett, still naked, half-sitting up next to me in bed with the glucose monitor in his hand.

  He kissed my finger after he placed a small drop of blood onto the testing strip. “I’m sorry, Laurel.” He smiled devilishly. “We had a lot of extra-intense activity last night and wanted to see just how your levels were doing.”

  The monitor counted down and finally beeped, revealing my sugars were at 65.

  He leaned in to kiss my lips gently as he flexed his hips against mine, making me aware of his morning arousal. “I had hoped we could have a little more fun this morning, but we need to get you fed first. I already called room service; they should be here shortly with breakfast.”

  He moved out of the bed, pulling on his sleep pants and grabbing a t-shirt from his suitcase. He walked into the next room and quickly returned with a small bottle of orange juice from the mini-bar and handed it to me. “Here, drink this and wait a few minutes before getting up.” His voice had become very authoritative.

  I’d normally argue with someone being so pushy, but my head was a bit foggy and I could feel the room start to lose stability around me, so I chugged the orange juice without complaint. Within minutes my focus returned. How am I going to make it through graduation like this? Maybe I can stash some c
andy in my purse.

  I watched as Garrett picked up my nightgown from the floor and walked over to the armoire, pulling a matching robe from the bags Thompson delivered. He walked back over to me, taking the empty bottle from my hands, and looked deep into my eyes. “Feeling better?”

  As I got out of bed, I noticed I was steadier on my feet. “I think so,” I said. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid move down my inner thigh and looked down to see the evidence of our encounters running down my leg. I flushed with embarrassment.

  I quickly put on my gown and threw on my robe, but before I could turn and head towards the bathroom to clean up, he pulled me into a deep embrace and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. “God, that’s so sexy. It makes me want you even more. Go clean up and meet me in the dining room.”

  I washed up quickly and tried to straighten up the mess that my hair had become. As I walked into the dining area, I was surprised to see an array of fresh fruit, orange juice, coffee and two covered plates. Once I was seated, he lifted the covers to surprise me with a ham and cheese omelet and whole wheat toast; my favorite. Damn that Hannah, she must’ve told him everything.

  I took a tentative sip of the coffee, wondering if I need to add anything to it and was surprised to find that it is flavored perfectly with hazelnut creamer and a hint of sugar. I wonder what he did to get so much information out of her…

  There was more food than I was used to eating for breakfast, but when I started in on the omelet, I found that I was more ravenous than I thought.

  Garrett smiled amusingly, watching me eat.

  “What?” I asked self-consciously. “Is there something on my face?”

  He shook his head. “I’m just happy to see you eating. You gave me a real scare yesterday.”

  I nodded, not really wanting to talk about the whole fainting/hospital/low blood sugar thing again. We ate in companionable silence for a long time.

  “Are your parents flying in for graduation today?” he finally asked.

  I nodded; too busy eating what I considered to be the best breakfast ever to chat.

  “What time are they due in and do we need to meet them at the airport?”

  I was very aware of the emphasis he placed on the term we. I glanced over at the clock and realized it was only nine in the morning. “They should be to Boston in about two hours, but I won’t see them until just before the ceremony.” He looked puzzled by my response, so I explained. “Mom told me they knew I’d be busy this morning, so they rented a car and plan to check in at the hotel and rest a bit before they meet me this afternoon and we would spend time together then, after the ceremony.”

  “Are they staying through the weekend?”

  I shook my head. “No. Neither one of them could get the time off, so they’re here for just today and flying out early tomorrow morning.”

  His face was earnest. “Would you mind if I escorted you to your graduation and met your parents?”

  “I guess that would be okay, but don’t you have work to do today?” It dawned on me that he was actually here on business and must need to get back to his job.

  He put his fork down and reached over to take my hand, his eyes looking hot and intensely into mine. “You’re my work right now and I’m not leaving your side.”

  I swallowed hard, processing his words, and feeling a flush spread across my face.

  Garrett’s face lit up with a quirky half smile. “I still need you to fill out the new employee paperwork for the company so I can fax it back and get you ready for work on Monday.”

  I relaxed and realized that was the whole reason for him coming to find me yesterday. “I’m sorry, I forgot all about it. Just give me the paperwork and I’ll be happy to get started on it.”

  “We have plenty of time to work on that this morning. First, we need to finish breakfast. Eat up,” he insisted. “I’m going to make sure you’re thoroughly fed today, so you have plenty of energy tonight.” His eyebrows twitched as his emerald eyes darkened.

  I felt something clinch deep in my belly at his words. “How am I going to explain you to my family when I introduce you?” He’d mentioned he didn’t date. So far he was just a guy who hired me for his company and wanted to get to know me intimately. We were friends, and obviously lovers, but were we more?

  “We can figure that out when the time comes.” He squeezed my hand gently.

  I could tell he wanted to ask me something, because he kept turning toward me with his mouth open and then closing it suddenly. After watching him do this several times, I finally asked, “What’s wrong?”

  His thumb caressed the back of my hand before lifting it to his lips, where he began to kiss each one of my knuckles. “I know I promised to put you up in a hotel room tonight and then we’d fly to Orlando tomorrow, but I would rather you spend the night with me so I can continue to look after you.” His voice was very soft and a small, pleading smile playing across his lips.

  I was putty in his hands and he knew it; I was completely unable to resist his sensual charm. “Okay,” I agreed. “This is still a hotel room, after all.”

  He leaned over to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek, then rose from his chair and started clearing the table, moving the room service cart to the hallway so they could retrieve it later. It was all very domestic and normal. After last night, I expected to feel different this morning…

  “Come with me,” he said, offering his hand. “You have a very busy day today and we have some business that needs attention first.”

  I took his proffered hand and followed him over to the sofa. I sat comfortably in the corner while he retrieved a folder, some papers, and a couple of pens from his briefcase.

  Garrett took a seat so close to me on the sofa that his leg and arm brushed up against mine, sending tingles of excitement coursing through my body. He pulled out some forms and began to explain what all the information was about.

  “Here’s a copy of the company handbook, which includes policies and rules in terms of dress attire per departments, meetings and general functions. You’ll be given a salaried position, so no need for punching a time clock, though you will fill out a bi-weekly timesheet on your computer. We only ask that you get there by 8:00 a.m. during the week; pending your deadlines for assignments, you’re free to leave any time after 5:00 p.m. Lunch time will be determined by your department manager, along with a couple of breaks throughout the day.”

  I was dumbfounded how he could flip the switch from lover to colleague so easily. He was so sensual and seductive towards me only moments before and now his mood shifted a complete 180 degrees; total business.

  “I’d like you to read over our policies. If you don’t find time today, then you can read it tomorrow on the plane or over the weekend. I just need you to sign off that you’ve read through everything and received your copy for your personal records.”

  I nodded and watched him pull some forms from the folder and hand the pile to me, along with a pen. I almost giggled; regardless of his demeanor, he looked just a little bit like a kid playing office in his pajamas with sexy bedhead.

  “I was able to fill out most of your new hire paperwork, but need you to complete some of the information I’m not privy to. Please look it over and we can fill it out together.”

  I crossed my legs and balanced the folder on my knees as I read through the material. I was shocked to see my full name filled out, along with my date of birth, social security number, my parents’ address, a strange cell phone number, and a Florida home address I didn’t know. I tried not to panic, but couldn’t figure out how was he able to get so much detailed information on me.

  Garrett took my hand, concern etched on his face. “What’s wrong, Laurel?”

  I pointed to the paperwork and quirked an eyebrow. “How?”

  He looked a bit ashamed, which made me relax infinitesimally, though I still wanted an explanation.

  “Our company is very careful about who we hire,” he said quickly. “In the past, we’ve had a few n
ew hires that were merely there to infiltrate the company and attempt to steal the technology to reproduce it and sell it as their own. As a result, we do a very thorough background check before we even interview. Our security department was able to get most of your information through the details of your resume and the remaining information through the use of the college’s computer system. Part of your paperwork includes a Non-Disclosure Agreement for the company, to protect ourselves from technology theft.”

  I stared deep into his eyes, realizing he was telling me the truth. “You have an address and phone number I’m not familiar with,” I commented, pointing to the paper.

  “That’s your new cell phone number and the address to the apartment the company has secured for you and Grace. Speaking of which, I talked with Evan yesterday and he has forwarded her all your new information and is making arrangements for her relocation once she graduates.”

  The mention of Grace relaxed me significantly. Just the reminder that I’d be living with her was enough to put me completely at ease.

  “The main portions I need you to fill out are who to contact in an emergency, any medical information we need to know about, and your signature to verify that all the information is correct.” He pointed to each spot in turn, brushing my cheek with his as he leaned forward.

  I shivered at his touch. “I’m not sure who I should put down for an emergency contact. My parents would be ideal, except they’re in Ohio and might not be easily reached.” I started going through the list of candidates in my head. Considering the whole low blood sugar thing, I needed to have a useful emergency contact listed; someone who could really be there to help and not just be a name on a piece of paper. “If my brother were local, he’d be perfect, but he’s at Duke and works part-time. Grace might be a possibility, but I’m not sure how much she’ll be traveling with her job.” I started tapping my fingers atop the papers, trying to figure out which of the three would most easily respond, when he placed his hand against mine.