Gorgeous Consort (Beautiful Entourage #2)

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by E. L. Todd


  The front door opened behind me then quickly closed. Heavy footsteps came down before someone sat beside me on the steps.

  I didn’t turn and look and I didn’t need to. I knew who it was.

  “You missed the mousse cake,” Troy said. “It was delicious.”

  “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

  His knee touched mine and he rested his hands on his thighs. “They’re really nice people.”

  “They are?” I asked curiously. “I wouldn’t know.”

  He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. His eyes were fixed on me but I refused to look his way. “Why would your parents care that much about you settling down if they didn’t care about you?” His voice came out quiet.

  “Their reputation.”

  “To who?” he asked. “It’s not like they’re celebrities.”

  “No, but they still like to brag about Kara to their friends. When people ask about me, Mom and Dad obviously don’t know what to say. I’m just a failure to them.”

  “They don’t think that,” he said calmly. “I admit they aren’t the warmest people, but just because they struggle to show they care doesn’t mean they don’t. You can’t read their mind.”

  “I don’t even feel welcome here. The sad part is, this is the most welcome I’ve felt in a long time—because I had a man to bring along.”

  He squeezed my hand again. Then he leaned his face close to me. “Don’t let it get you down. They wouldn’t be so interested in me if I weren’t dating you.”

  “I know you probably think my behavior is stupid and I get that, but you just don’t understand.”

  “I think I do, actually,” he said quietly. “My brother has been gay his whole life and my parents won’t accept him. To them, he’s just an embarrassment. To them, he’s the kid that failed. At least your parents accept who you love and encourage it.”

  “Don’t compare us,” I said. “The situations are completely different.”

  “They are,” he admitted. “But my point is, maybe they aren’t extremely warm toward you but they never want to lose you just because you do something they don’t approve of. If you told them you were a lesbian, they wouldn’t be happy but they wouldn’t disown you either.”

  I pulled my hand from his and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Knock it off,” he snapped.

  My head turned in his direction.

  “You can close off from everyone else but you can’t close off from me.” He lifted me and shifted me to his lap. I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. Our faces were close together, and I could feel him breathe. He looked into my face and examined me. “Never close off from me.” His fingers moved to my cheek, and they trailed the skin until they reached my lips. He touched them lightly then lowered his hand.

  Silence echoed around us, and for just a second, it felt like we were the only people on the planet. The stars and the moon were our only company. Troy looked at me in a new way, like he was seeing a side to me he never noticed before. The usual smug look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a calm curiosity. The emotion that shined in his eyes was different, unidentifiable. Then he placed a finger under my chin and slowly inched my lips toward his.

  He kissed me in a way he never had before. His lips lightly caressed mine, like he was afraid they would break if he pushed me too hard. Every breath he took was audible on my ears because it was so quiet. Our lips moved together, making a light smacking noise. The sound loosened the muscles in my core and made me crave more.

  Troy wrapped both arms tightly around me, forming walls of titanium, and deepened the kiss further. It became more intense but the softness was the same. We breathed into each other’s mouths, taking as much as was aloud. One hand snaked into my hair and he gripped it tightly like I was under his control. I loved the way he touched me, like I was his and no one else’s.

  Troy moved his lips to my neck and gave me the touch I craved. He somehow knew I loved it because he continued to do it. He was the only guy who understood what I liked and disliked without me having to explain it to him.

  Then he moved back to my lips and gave me one final, long embrace. He let the kiss linger for seconds before he finally pulled away. His eyes emitted their own light while he looked at me. There was an expression there I couldn’t distinguish, like an image in an art galley that created a certain emotion, but what the image was itself was unknown.

  He pulled me closer to his chest like he didn’t want to let me go then buried his face in my neck. His hand gripped me tightly, like he thought I might fly away. “I’m sorry you’re hurting. Believe me, it hurts me.”

  His words spiraled into my heart.

  “I think you deserve better than this, and it’s wrong that your family doesn’t see all the beautiful things about you, like I do, but the situation could be worse. The only person who can determine your value is you, not me or your family. So don’t let them bring you down.”

  “I know you’re right,” I whispered.

  He kissed my forehead and left his lips there for a long time. “I’m always right.”

  A slight smile came to my lips. “I don’t know about that…”

  “I do,” he said.

  “At least my parents believe you’re in love with me. That’s quite a feat.”

  “It wasn’t that hard.” He looked into my eyes as he said it.

  I stared back, unsure what to do or say.

  “Want to get out of here?” he whispered. “I’ll tell them you aren’t feeling well.”

  “There’s nothing I want more,” I said immediately.

  ***

  The drive was spent in silence, and when we walked into my apartment, it was clear Troy intended to stick around. I didn’t want him to leave anyway. It was like having a super hot best friend all the time.

  Once we walked into the bedroom, I knew something was different about tonight. I felt it. And I could tell he did too. He stared at me in the dark. The limited light coming through the window displaced his face and body. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt then tossed it on the floor.

  His body was a slab of marble. A perfectionist chiseled every inch of him. The lines and grooves continued endlessly. One of my favorite features was his narrowed hips, which led into an obvious V. A light trail of hair disappeared into his slacks. Other than the hair on his arms, legs, and head, that was all he had.

  He watched me like a hunter in the forest. Every move I made, no matter how slight, was obvious to him. He stepped toward me, a dark intent clear in his blue eyes. He stopped in front of me then looked down into my face. His height surpassed mine by a foot, but I liked the way he towered over me.

  One hand moved to the front of my shirt and deliberately unbuttoned my cardigan until it was completely open, showing my deep purple bra. Without shame, he looked down at me, his eyes focused on the obvious line of cleavage my push up bra formed. Then he pushed it off my shoulders, the greed obvious in the way he ripped it off like it meant nothing. With one hand again, he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. He fingered the top of my panties, feeling the soft lace. His fingers moved in further until they reached the nub between my legs. He pressed his face close to mine then touched me with the perfect amount of pressure.

  I automatically gripped his arms and held on as he touched me. It felt so good because I hadn’t been touched there in so long. But it also felt good because Troy knew exactly what he was doing. He made me wet, and soon my panties were soaked. My breathing increased even though I wished it wouldn’t, and soon I was desperate for him, to feel more than just his fingers.

  He stared at me but didn’t kiss me, examining my face while he touched me. I thought it would make me self-conscious but it didn’t. It only made the fire in my belly burn more. He slowly pulled his fingers away, making me wince, and then inserted them in his mouth. He sucked my juice off while looking into my eyes. Then he pulled my pants down to my ankles.

  He kneeled down so I balanced m
yself by gripping his shoulders. When my pants were completely off he went for my thong. He slowly pulled it down my legs, like he was enjoying the slow way we moved. When they were free, he moved his mouth to the area between my legs and gave my nub a gentle kiss.

  “Oh my god…” I immediately squeezed his shoulder because it felt amazing. His tongue circled my clitoris then penetrated deep inside me.

  Troy moved on leg over his shoulder, forcing me to use him for balance. With my legs spread wider, he kissed me harder and with more pressure.

  I was shaking because my nerves wouldn’t stop firing off. He was sending too much pleasure in my body and it was making me pant like a dog. I gripped his hair and moaned loudly, unable to control myself anymore. Just when I was about to hit the edge he pulled away and stood up.

  I wanted to scream because I missed his mouth so much. My hands went for his slacks and I practically ripped them off. He needed to get naked as quickly as possible. I wanted him inside me, now. I got them off then yanked his boxers away. The long shaft leaned outward, and he was every inch of the man he claimed. And he was thick to top it off.

  I knew he wanted to see me on my knees, like every other guy, so I lowered myself then gripped his thighs as my mouth found his tip. The second my tongue touched the head of his dick, he released a moan from deep in his throat. One hand fisted my hair like he wanted to shove my mouth far onto his length.

  I inserted him as far as I could go and then I used both hands to massage his shaft while I sucked his tip.

  He breathed hard, and his eyes darkened. “Fuck, you give good head.”

  I kept going, giving him my best moves since he did the same to me. I practically unhinged my jaw trying to take in his length and width.

  “I love that big mouth.” He pulled my head back and pulled his cock out. Then he picked me up off the floor like I didn’t weigh anything and laid me on the bed. He moved over me, covering my small size with his expansive one.

  I was so eager for him. I’d never wanted sex this bad. I was willing to beg for it, plead, whatever he wanted.

  His lips found mine, and he kissed me hard, devouring my mouth like he needed it to survive. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he felt one thigh with his hand, touching the smooth skin from my knee to my ass. His kissed moved down my neck and he unclasped my bra with one hand. Most guys couldn’t even do it with two. He sucked each nipple until they were raw before he looked down at me. “Do you have condoms?”

  “My nightstand.” Yes, this was happening. I hadn’t had a decent lay in months, and if Troy could do all those things with over-the-top perfection then I knew he could fuck like a sailor.

  He snaked his hand inside and pulled one out. Using his teeth to rip the foil, he got it open then rolled it onto his length. It was a pink color and cherry scent. After he secured it around the base of his cock and checked the tip for space, he positioned himself over me.

  Troy was the most handsome man I’d been with, and I’d thought about this moment dozens of time. He was cocky and full of himself most of the time, and he certainly didn’t understand boundaries, but he was sweet and sensitive beneath all the bullshit he projected. I found the knowledge endearing and it made me care more about him. I hated Alexia for what she’d done to him, but if I was being honest, I wish he wasn’t hurting over her anymore. I wished he would give relationships another chance. Because…I think we could be pretty good together.

  He leaned over me and kissed me but didn’t enter me.

  I gripped his back and moved underneath him, wanting to feel him inside me. I was so wet that he wouldn’t have a tough time getting past my tightness. But it still didn’t come.

  He kept kissing me but then that stopped too. He looked down at me, shame in his eyes. “I’m sorry…I can’t do this.”

  Like a wrecking ball had smacked into me, I was floored with disappointment. Everything up to this moment was amazing and hot. But now he wanted to retreat? Now he wanted to stop? “Why?”

  He released a deep sigh, which was full of regret. “I don’t know…I just can’t.”

  “Are you thinking about her?” The words came out of my mouth without being censored.

  “No, not at all,” he said. “Just you. I don’t know why I can’t.” He looked away from me, like he couldn’t stand to look at me. Then he moved down my body and yanked my hips to the edge of the bed.

  “What are you—”

  His lips moved to the area between my legs and he kissed me hard like he did before. His tongue did amazing and tantalizing things to me, making me spiral hard and out of control. His tongue did all the right things, circling my clitoris then penetrating hard inside me. I gripped the sheets because it felt so amazing.

  I lay back and enjoyed what he was doing. My hands moved into his hair and I pulled him further in between my legs, wanting more. When I looked down at him, his eyes met mine, and a dirty expression was on his face. He used one hand to circle my nub and he used his tongue everywhere else.

  I felt the slow burn deep in my stomach and noticed the way it stretched to every other part of my body. It migrated south, and then an amazing orgasm overtook me completely and utterly. I felt like I was having a divine intervention, something out of this world. I writhed on the bed and screamed. I said his name several times, and I think I even called him king.

  When I finished and came back to earth, my nipples were hard and I was panting, out of breath. I moved my fingers through my hair, recovering from the insane pleasure I was just given. It was the best head I’ve ever gotten, hands down.

  Troy stood up then leaned over me. “King?” That cocky grin was on his face. “You know, I’ve been called a lot of things but that has to be the first.”

  I felt so satisfied I couldn’t be embarrassed. “Leave me alone.”

  He kissed the area between my legs once more. “I love the way you taste. Reminds me of watermelon.”

  “I have a sweet pussy,” I teased.

  “The sweetest.” He cradled me with one arm then moved me up the bed until my head was on a pillow. Then he got into bed beside me. His arm hooked around my waist like he was ready for bed.

  “What?” I asked. “You think I’d leave you hanging like that?”

  A grin stretched from ear-to-ear. “I was hoping you wouldn’t. But I already left you hanging.”

  “You faltered but made up for it.” I moved over him then took his dick into my mouth again, which was free of the condom.

  He lay back on the pillow and groaned. “You sure know how to suck dick.”

  I pulled him out and jerked him off with my hand. “Thank you.”

  He grabbed my neck and pulled me down to his head again. He guided me up and down, being more aggressive than before. While our intimacy was gentle and thoughtful, there was obvious heat and chemistry between us. It was an explosive relationship like I’d never had before. Perhaps it was because we were friends, or maybe it was just because he was ridiculously hot. Or maybe it was another reason entirely.

  He tapped the side of my head, telling me he was about to come.

  I kept going, wanting him to release in my mouth. I knew I came all over his tongue and he should do the same.

  He took a deep breath and tensed. “Baby, I’m about to come.”

  I deep-throated him.

  “Fuck.” He gripped my neck then released. It was a lot more than I was used to, and I noticed it right in the beginning. It filled my mouth and the back of my throat. I immediately swallowed because it was so much. I kept going until he was completely done, wanting the orgasm to last as long as possible. When he was finished, I pulled away and let his partially hard dick rest on his stomach.

  He sighed and closed his eyes. “You really are the perfect woman.”

  I lay beside him and got comfortable for bed. But the area between my legs burned again. Seeing him come and enjoy my mouth so much got me fired up. I wasn’t sure how to tell him that or if I should.

  He moved nex
t to me then cuddled with me, his chest pressed to my back. He held me tightly, and his fingers linked with mine over my stomach. He didn’t strike me as the cuddling type but I was clearly wrong.

  He moved his lips to the back of my neck and kissed me gently.

  “Troy?”

  “Hmm?” he said quietly.

  Should I tell him? I felt a little embarrassed but he said we should always be honest. And it was nice having a fuck buddy that would please me however I wanted. It was the whole reason I agreed to this. “I want you again.”

  He sat up slightly and leaned over me. “Yeah?” There was an amused look in his eyes.

  “Watching you come…got me all excited again.”

  “I’ll always be jealous of females,” he said as he opened my legs and moved between them. “I wish I could come twice in a row.” He positioned himself then gave me a gentle kiss on the clitoris.

  “You don’t mind?” Most guys wouldn’t even go down on me once.

  “I’ll eat your pussy as many times as you want. Because I love it.”

  ***

  When I woke up the following morning, a big hunky man was wrapped around me. His arms formed steel cages, and his chest was an ironclad wall. His hair was messy from the night before, and a relaxed expression was on his face. One hand was fisted in my hair, and I suspected it’d been there all night.

  Before getting up, I stared at him for a long time, noting the handsome features of his perfect face. His dark hair contrasted against his pale face, and his eyes, if they were open, would emit their own glow. I examined his hard jaw and sprinkled a few kisses there. A shadow was already coming in from not shaving, however distant it was.

  While I wanted to watch him all morning, I needed to get up and empty my bladder and brush my teeth. Slowly, I slid from his arms, grabbed his shirt off the floor on the way, and then walked out.

  As soon as I put his shirt on, it was baggy. It reached my knees and made me feel a million times smaller than I really was. I headed to the bathroom and did my thing before I walked into the kitchen and figured out what to cook my guest for breakfast. All I had was cereal and coffee. Hopefully, that would have to do.

 

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