Troy whisked me into his arms and carried me to my queen-sized bed, tenderly laying me across it. I switched off the nightlight by the bed, and let only the silvery light from the moon illuminate us. Troy stared down at me as moon cast a shimmering glow across me. “I…I can’t believe how much I want you, Tracey. In the few weeks I have known you, I know you’re the only woman for me. No woman has ever brought me lunch before, and you manage to do that at least three days a week with all my favorite things. You also manage to take care of all of my files before you do anyone else’s, you write me sweet little notes that brighten my day. You’re just so sweet and thoughtful about everything.”
“That’s because I’m crazy about you.”
I thought he would immediately spread my waiting thighs and enter me, but no, he took it slowly, starting with my lips. His kisses were succulent and sweet, putting my mind in a daze. We encircled, intertwined, arms and legs twisted and turned, rolling from my back to his, getting our feel of such a perfect match. His squirming penis, so hot against the thin cotton underwear, pressed against me, begging entrance. He was so ready, percolating for me, making the underwear wet from sweat and sex. Mercy!
I cupped his swelled scrotum and massaged it, tickling it with the tips of my nails. I spoke softly against his neck. “Do you like it when I rub it through your underwear like this?”
His back stiffened. “Yeah, it feels great!”
Then I clutched his shaft, tugged on it through the fabric, causing friction. “What about that? You like it?”
He moaned against me. “Take it out, girl, before I explode.”
In the middle of the darkness, the middle of my bed, wrapped around my precious Troy, I heard another jingle, but not from my cell this time. His head popped up and looked around. “Where are my pants?”
“Why? What’s the matter?”
“That’s my phone.”
“Do you have to answer it? We were right in the middle of—”
“I’m a cop. This could be an emergency.” He slid from the bed, grabbed the pants and pulled a small, black phone from it.
I tried not listening to him, but I could make out a few words. “What is it? Is it bad? How long ago did this happen? Couldn’t you have called someone else, for Christ’s sake?”
He seemed pissed at whoever it was trying to take him away from super hot sex on a deliciously warm bed with a woman who was crazy about him. For that matter, I was pissed myself. My core was aching for penetration, nipples tightening to get kissed and stroked, and arms waiting to embrace a hot, tight man as he made awesome love to me. Why would the damn phone have to ring? Why would he have to be a police officer on call?
Troy closed the phone and walked back to me with a look on his face. Before he could say a thing, I said it for him. “An emergency?”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean?”
He slid the phone into pants he was slowly getting back into. “That was Daisha.”
“Daisha! What? Is she checking in on you?”
“She said she woke up, didn’t see me and got scared.”
“A big old strappin’ thing like her, scared of something? Hell, the bullets in her gun are scared of her.”
“She said she fell down the steps.”
“And you believe that? Troy, she knows we’re together and wants to break us up.”
“I have to see about her. I don’t want her to be there hurt and not get any help.”
I quickly slid back into my robe and followed him into the living room. My hands reached for his. “Are you coming back?”
“If I can. This could take a while if she is hurt.”
“Troy!”
“I’m really sorry about this and I’ll make it up to you. I swear, baby. I’m really sorry. I’ll call you as soon as I hear something.”
“You do know that I want her to be okay, but I also want you here with me, now.”
“I have to do this.” He quickly kissed my lips, then left. I stood at the door watching his slick, navy blue squad car drive from my street and into heartbreak hotel, where Daisha Miller was the proprietor.
I fell asleep that night hugging myself, pretending it was Troy’s soft hands caressing me. Was I ever to have him? Would Daisha continue to control him as if he were a puppet on a string? Would he let her? Those questions loomed large in my mind until I drifted to sleep, and the throbbing in my sex finally subsided.
One week later…
Troy knew when my day off was and he appeared at my door with a bouquet of tulips and a smile. “Hope you don’t have anything planned.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were at work.”
“I took the day off.”
“To be with me?”
“No, to be with Wally and the Beaver. Of course to be with you, silly. Besides, don’t I owe you for the other night?”
I smiled and moved into his arms. “You do owe me. We could finish what we started in my bedroom.”
“That’s for later, but I have a surprise for you.” He put the bouquet in my hands. “First, put these in water, then let’s go.”
I smelled them. “Umm, tulips. Thank you.”
“No sweat, baby. Get your jacket.”
When we pulled into the police parking lot, I looked at him in surprise. “What are we doing back here? This is our day off, in case you don’t remember.”
“We’re not going to work. We’re doing something fun, I promise.”
Troy walked me to the other side of the building where the mounted police were stationed. He kissed my cheek. “Ever been on a horse before?”
“When I was nine, but I was scared of them, and I’m still scared. What are you planning?”
“You’ll love horses once I’m done with you. Come on, take a chance. Nothing will happen to you.”
He paid the officer and a beautiful black horse was delivered to us. It was a gorgeous horse, nice and friendly—but huge. I looked at Troy skeptically. “It’s awfully big.”
“I picked a big one on purpose.”
“Do you have any experience with horses?”
“I was a mounted police officer for five years. Horses and I are friends.”
He climbed on, adjusted the belts and stirrups, then pulled me on. He tightened my harness and rubbed my shoulders. “Ready?”
“I guess, but take it slow with this thing. The last thing I need is to be on a horse doing Mach 5.”
“On the streets of Detroit? Too many cars in the way. You’ll love this. Trust me.”
We rode the horse down Jefferson Avenue, and toured all the important spots, like Hart Plaza, Chene Park Ampitheatre, the Joe Lewis fist, everything that made Detroit Detroit. I loved the downtown area with all the festivities going on, but never expected to see a guided tour of it with a sexy police officer as my tour guide.
As we moved farther down Jefferson to Belle Isle, the horse’s slow, rugged trot moved Troy into me. I could feel his erection pressing against me, getting harder with each move the horse made. His lips tickled my ear. “You like this?”
“Better than I thought.”
“It gets better.”
The more we rode, the hotter his erection became. When we finally reached Belle Isle, Troy was almost ready to explode. He had found my tight nipples, slipping his hands into my thin jacket, stroking them on the sly in secluded parts of the island.
We trotted farther into the island where it was nice and secluded and pulled back on the horse’s rings. The black beauty stopped and Troy hopped off, latching the leather strap to a tree.
“What are you doing?”
He unhooked me and helped me to my feet. “What we are about to do is finish what we started the other night.” He took a bag from the other side of the horse, pulled out a blanket and spread it on the grass. “What does it look like we’re about to do?”
“Have a picnic?”
“In a matter of speaking.” He flattened the corners of the blanket, pulled a b
ottle from his duffle bag along with plastic champagne glasses and patted the blanket. “Are you going to stand there, or do I make love to the horse?”
He was all the stallion I needed, and thus I moved directly next to him. “Troy, you really are something.”
“I told you I would make it up to you. Are you game for this in the middle of the day in a public park?”
“We could get caught.”
“Too secluded. Besides, I won’t take as long as I would in your bed. I just wanted to do something different with you.”
I looked around casually. “Yep, this is different, all right!”
“You don’t like it?”
“Are you kidding? I love it. It’s just that I’ve never made love outside before. You?”
“Girl, I’ve done it practically everywhere, boats, cars, motorcycles.”
“Motorcycles?”
He poured the contents of the bottle into the plastic goblets, practically making them overflow. “I was eighteen, and my dad let me try out his new bike. What did I do? I took it to my girlfriend’s house and we made love on it in her backyard.”
“I would fall for a wild dude, wouldn’t I?”
He slowly sipped his drink. “Is that what you’re doing, falling for me?”
“Does that scare you, since you still have Daisha—”
“Nothing about you scares me, and Daisha isn’t exactly the topic of conversation I would like to engage in. Taste your drink.”
I took a small swallow, then smiled. “This isn’t champagne.”
“I know. I didn’t know exactly what to bring for an occasion like this, so I went for the light and airy type.”
“I love sparkling cider.”
“Good. So, back to our conversation. What is it that you love? What do you like for a man to do when he’s making love to you?”
“Everything you did to me in the basement.”
“That wasn’t very romantic.” He swallowed his drink in a gulp and laid the goblet down. “If you had the perfect evening to make any kind of love your heart desired, what would it be like? I would love to give you that.”
“You’re so incredibly sweet, Troy.”
He watched as I pondered his question, looking like he was falling harder for me as the seconds ticked. His eyes glanced down at the vee of my spring sweater, wanting to lick between and taste my flesh more than ever before. My voice caught his attention again before he fell hard into no-man’s-land.
“I’m a fancy girl with fancy tastes.” I leaned back on the blanket and stared into the baby blue sky, resting my hands behind my head. “I love those hotels down the street, you know, those skyscrapers where you can look out and see the world…well, at least you can see Canada.”
He lay next to me, tracing my jaw line with his finger. “What floor?”
“The top one—penthouse. I love looking out at a midnight sky and seeing the sparkling city lights.”
“And after looking at that breathtaking view, what would be next on your agenda?”
“Pleasing my man in every possible way.”
“Starting with?”
“A glass of champagne toasting a wonderful life he and I would have together. Next, I would do a slow striptease and oil myself down with scented oil, as my partner watched in heated anticipation.”
“Scented with what aroma?”
“Opium perfume, known to drive a man off his freakin’ rocker. Next, a slow massage of his tired, aching muscles as his naked body lies against satin sheets.”
“A massage would be an incredible added feature.”
“Yes, and with warm oil. That way, my hot little hands could slide across his body with the ease and grace of silk gloves.”
His face moved closer to mine. “What would you massage first?”
I could feel the heat in his pants, that perfect, hot tip pressing against his zipper, so ready to spill for me right there at the park. At that point, I didn’t care where we were. His words were seducing me, making me want to pretend that we were in that penthouse and that his body was clay, ready to be molded by my oiled hands.
I moved my palm up and down the protruding zipper, my lips now only inches from his. “I’d massage his most potent places first, like this one.” I palmed him harder, watching his eyes react to the intense pleasure of getting his scrotum caressed. “Would you like to be massaged there first—if you were in that penthouse overlooking the Detroit River, with a woman wearing scented oils?”
“I’m a river right now. And if you don’t close this dam soon, I’ll overflow like crazy, Tracey—beautiful, perfect, Tracey.”
My nose wiggled against his. “Well, we can’t have any overflowing around here; not yet anyway. It would scare the horse.”
Troy stroked my moist lips with his fingertips. “Let’s make sure she stays nice and calm then.”
Our lips met briefly, barely touching in a teasing manner. With each tender caress, our lips met in tighter fusion, taking all in and releasing nothing until it was time for the ultimate release. My hands continued to palm his thick, tight erection, pressing my hands against the jeans material until he grew to monumental heights. “Umm, Troy, even touching you with clothes on makes me hot. I used to watch you all the time walking those halls, reacting to and socializing with coworkers. That’s what really attracted me to you, the easy and free way you make everyone around you happy. All along I wished I could have just five minutes with you.”
“Then we were having the same dream, but I let my fear of beautiful women get in the way. Let’s have that dream again, together.”
We both looked at the horse that was standing there watching us, not totally understanding what was about to take place before his eyes, but watching nonetheless. I rolled Troy onto his back and sat on his upper thighs. “You ready to get fucked in the middle of the day in a public place?”
“I want you anywhere I can get you.”
“That’s just the answer I was looking for.” My hands rigorously slid up and down his cotton-check shirt, feeling his tight muscles, his nipples poking through. I wanted so badly to taste them. My voice cracked with wild excitement. “I wish I could kiss your bare chest.”
He immediately pulled the shirt up, exposing to me a glistening caramel chest that looked even sexier in the midday sun. The dimness of the basement lights the other day hid his true hue from me, but I saw it that day, and he sparkled. My lips went dry at the sight of his stomach muscles tightening to my touch. My tongue pressed gently between my parted lips as I narrowed in on his erect nipples. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feel him between my lips.
His back arched to the feel of my tongue licking in circles around his nipples. The slightly cool air on his slick skin heightened his senses, pressing him farther into me. All along, I could feel his fingers raising the hem of my skirt, pushing it farther up my thighs. I liked it and needed it, and edged him on with pelvic thrusts. He got the idea and moved directly to my pantiless middle. “No panties?”
“I had a feeling about something when you invited me out for the day.”
“What a smart girl you are.” He lightly tapped my bare bottom then feathered my soft crotch, sliding two fingers deeply inside. His rugged finger strokes made me ignite. Sparks went off between my ears and I shivered in waves of demanding orgasms.
He smiled at my reaction. “You went there already?”
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
Our lips met once again before really getting started on the pleasure factor. My jittery fingers slid his zipper down, seeing perks of bulging white pressing out from his pants. I rubbed his stiff tip. “About to pop, aren’t you?”
“Like a balloon full of water.”
“You want to release it, baby?”
His hands reached up and stroked my breasts, feeling the tight buds against his hot fingertips. “I want to drip inside of you so badly that I can already feel release. Do
n’t make me make a fool of myself out here without a beautiful woman to accommodate me.”
“I’ll be glad to accommodate you, if that’s what you desire.”
“Give it to me until it hurts.”
I peeled the underwear from around his shaft and pulled it out. He was so hot and throbbing against my hands that he brought on another flush of waves within me. I shuddered as I pumped his stiff, wet phallus, hardly able to believe that something that glorious existed. I thought all heavenly things were up there with God, but he left one down here, for me to love and cherish. The hue of his shaft was stunning and glistening, liquid honey. I was slick and ready for it.
I flared my skirt around us and prepared for my decadent impalement, because the sight of it was putting a killing on my sex, needing to feel it slide past my folds and shatter my clit. Yes, I knew I’d had sex with Troy in the basement at work but knew that was going to be child’s play compared to what I was about to get. With my breath coming in shallow, quick heaves, I stood to my knees and spread my thighs. His hands tightened around my buttocks, calling to me, enticing me—as if I needed enticing. “Come on, girl, give it. Slide slowly onto it and ride me. Ride me as though we were on that horse, running him, jerking him.”
That did it for me. Remembering how that fabulous animal rocked my clit in slow, rocky movements as it trotted along Woodward Avenue and Jefferson made my teeth chatter for Troy to be inside my body. I lowered onto his tip, then pulled back to tease. He jerked under me. “You’re killing me, Tracey. Damn straight killing me!”
“You wanna die a little more?”
“Kill me with it! Now! Now, girl!”
“You want me to take you hard?”
“Nail me. At this point, I wouldn’t care if you put a bullet between my eyes, so long as your delicious body is draped all over me.”
I slid further down and watched his eyes roll. “Is that what you need, baby?”
“Oh, God, Tracey. Keep doing it!”
Again I slid farther, feeling my own insides quiver and vibrate to his thrusts. I worked it, worked him and gyrated all over his precious body. He moved in and out of me swiftly, then jammed himself back in with hard, quick thrusts. His hands held my hips in place as he rocked the living daylights out of me. I bounced against him, sweated onto him as his hands moved up my body, stroking my breasts, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipples. I almost howled as he lifted to me and sucked almost my entire breast into his mouth. He pulled at them, sucked them while inching his love deeper into me. I had no idea anything in the world could be that magnetic. I thought the first time with him was the max! This outranked it, and I knew it because tears were running down my cheeks.
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