They had met at the station at half past eight, as they had agreed upon. Kairi was already waiting when he rolled up, her deep red case on the bench beside her. She sipped from a Costa cup, and idly checked her phone. Troy could tell that she was nervous though. Her feet encased in her ratty and comfy Converse were tapping against the ground. Had she worried that he wouldn’t turn up?
He had risen with the alarm clock, showered and dressed. Then he had rechecked the train and theatre tickets, and the hotel confirmation-booking sheet that had all arrived in the post just days before. Everything was at it should be – apart from one slight change.
He had never planned to take her to see The Lion King. He knew what she desperately wanted to see was The Phantom of the Opera. It was her favorite musical and she had memorabilia littering her house. She had only seen the film editions, which in turn Troy had watched with her. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had enjoyed it as much as she had, and when he saw Kairi mouth along with the lyrics, it made his heart break.
Everything was packed in his case. Smart clothes and shoes. Deodorant and aftershave. Toothbrush and a travel sized tube of the paste. At the very bottom of the case, buried under his belongings, was a small pack of condoms. He wouldn’t have packed them if she hadn’t said, “Yes”, but he didn’t want her to feel pressured. He would never hurt her, and they would only make love when she was ready.
Yet deep down, he hoped it would be tonight. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, though. There had been other girls, but he had never been able to get the image of Kairi out of his mind when those girls had ridden him. In fact, his ex-girlfriend had hurried off to get to her waitressing shift, and he had taken it upon himself to finish properly. And he did, imagining Kairi leant up against the wall, arm crooked above her, her other hand on her bare hip, wearing one of his shirts and a tiny pair of frilled ankle socks, nothing more, and her hair a tousled mess.
Copious amounts of tissue were used that time.
In the present, Kairi graciously let him take her case, and he ushered her onto the train.
“Compartment B. We’re in seats fourteen and fifteen.” He watched Kairi’s backside wriggle from side to side as she maneuvered along the train, and for a moment, he swore she was doing it on purpose. A girl of her beauty should not be allowed to wear skintight jeans.
She slid into the window seat, and instantly pulled the table down. Propping up her handbag, she added her coffee cup, and smiled up at him. He smiled back, and tried to focus on storing the bags correctly. This part of the journey was around two hours, depending on weather conditions and delays, and from there, they would change trains. Then it was just a hop, skip and a jump into London.
He settled himself into his seat with the ticket envelope in front of him. “Sorry I couldn’t get us one with a table.”
“Why on Earth do we need a table for travelling? I’m more than happy here. I’m next to you, aren’t I?”
Her blush was the cutest thing possible. It was bad enough how hard he was, but she was testing his limits. He jostled in the seat, trying to conceal his bulge, when her hand dropped onto his leg, just as the train moved. Her head was on his shoulder within minutes, and he curled his arm around her, and gently stroked the skin that was on show from her t-shirt. Her skin was just perfect, so soft and smooth. Was she doing this on purpose? Did she realize how crazy she drove him?
“Love you,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Love you too,” she replied, nestling further into him.
* * *
“We are now approaching Kings Cross Station. If you are leaving the train, please remember to take all your belongings with you. Thank for travelling with-” The tannoy crackled and the announcement was cut short.
Kairi clamped her hands over her ears at the interference. Troy laughed as he pulled himself away, and prepared to pull the cases from the luggage rack. Kairi rose in her seat and stretched. Her back clicked and her joints were stiff from sitting in the same place since the second train journey. She had been cuddled into Troy and she was comfortable, but after so long, she had gone numb. She had swung her legs onto his and curled up, their hands entwined together in her lap. She had never thought in her wildest dreams that she could be sat here with him, like this.
Kairi followed Troy off the train. They weaved through the station, Troy leading with the cases, and into the hustle and bustle of the city. She loved visiting, but she could never spend her life here. It was just too hectic for her liking, but she could appreciate it, and had a great deal of respect for the Cockney’s who made life work here.
“Where’s the hotel?” she asked, as she clutched her bag tighter to her.
“We need to take a taxi, but we’ll get there, don’t worry. It’s the Tower Guoman. Lovely place. My parents stayed once.” Troy hailed a black cab, and together, he and the driver loaded the cases, and then ushered Kairi inside.
The taxi driver knew his way around the city well, and he cut through passageways, swerved around roundabouts and diced with death in a way that was incredible, and left her breathless. Finally, the taxi headed down a long slope near the Tower of London, pulled hard left, and deposited the two young lovers outside of a grand looking hotel, overlooking the Thames.
Holding hands and pulling their cases, Kairi and Troy stepped through into a world of splendor. The doorman on duty doffed his hat in welcome, and directed them toward the check in.
Kairi hung back as Troy spoke with the clerk in hushed tones. She was fascinated with the grand piano in the downstairs bar, the plush furniture, the artwork and flowers that gave this place sophistication, elegance and grace. In her casual wear, she felt as if she didn’t belong here, with Troy.
Troy spun on his heel, holding up the room cards. “We’re on the first floor. Come on.”
They wheeled their cases toward a shining set of lift doors and ascended to the right level. Kairi’s stomach twisted all of a sudden, and it had nothing to with the jolt of the elevator. She had no idea what she was walking into, and it worried her slightly. Would he expect something of her? Had he planned something romantic?
When Troy opened room 113, Kairi was pleasantly surprised. The room was a simple double room that overlooked The Thames. It appeared like any other hotel room – well sized and had plenty of space to move around. Whilst she had not been expecting the bed to be a double, she had a sneaky suspicion that he had spoken to the clerk about this very room. The en-suite bathroom had all the necessary amenities. It was more than perfect for a night’s stay.
“Check out the view.”
Kairi shut the bathroom door and skirted around the cases and bed. She kept her eyes averted from that – nerves combined with slight arousal was making her knees knock together. She stood side by side with Troy, as she watched the tourist boats sail past. Tower Bridge was a splendid sight, and she half expected it to open.
“What do you think?” he asked, pulling her closer, and curling his around her waist.
“It’s…” She sighed. “Perfect, Troy. Thank you.” Reaching up, she placed a light kiss on his cheek – but at the last moment, he moved his head to the side, and their lips collided. Kairi’s eyes were wide with shock, but the feel of him against her made things so natural, it was like breathing. Cautiously, her eyes closed as she responded with him, and their kiss deepened, becoming something so much more.
They had only kissed like this once before, and Kairi had not been able to get it out of her head. She had tried to push it from her mind when Luke came along, but now, she could do it as much as she wanted. Their lips moved in a delicious urgency that neither thought would be possible, and without warning, one of Troy’s hands was gripping onto her hip, and the other was drawing her even closer at the back of her neck. Their tongues were dancing – taking it in turns to lead each other closer, and when Troy’s teeth grazed her bottom lip, Kairi was slightly embarrassed to hear a moan escape her.
Troy pulled apart from her.
“Kairi, I… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me. I… I liked that.”
“You did?” He sounded so nervous that it was almost endearing.
Kairi nodded in reply, her hands snaked around his waist and nestling at the base of his spine. “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t bruise or anything.”
“I didn’t want it to happen this way. I wanted us to wait until… Until later. I-”
Kairi silenced him with a kiss. A fire had ignited inside of her, and as amazing as their first proper kiss had been, she wanted more of him. Wanted him in a way she had never wanted silly old What’s His Name. She needed Troy. He was like a drug. One taste, and she was addicted to him, and she planned to fuel it.
As Troy kissed her back, she was startled by the ferocity that his mouth was exerting on hers, and how good that felt. He was beginning to make her jaw ache, but not one part of her wanted to stop. In fact, the way her nipples had hardened in her bra, and the way the dampness spread in her matching underwear, encouraged her to push her luck. Pressing herself against him, she waited for his reaction.
The hand on her neck slid upwards and entangled in her hair. He wrapped the tendrils around his fingers, tightening his hold on her, maneuvering her head to the side as his lips moved onto the lobe of her ear, and trailing tantalizing slowly down her neck, until he stopped at the collar bone. Her body was on fire, and she whispered his name.
It was the right thing to do. He bit down lightly, and as the pressure of his teeth made their mark on her skin, she groaned and her head rolled to the side, giving him more access to what he craved.
Her.
She was a quivering wreck in his arms as his bites made their way from one side of her collarbone to the other and he stopped in the centre, looking up at into her eyes.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Troy… I…”
It was his turn to kiss her so hard that she almost stumbled backwards from him. Surrounding her with his arms, he backed her against the bed, and slowly lowered her down on to it. Hovering over her, Troy kissed her again, this time his shaking hands resting upon her hips.
He must be as nervous as I am, she thought, and took matters into her own hands. Taking a deep breath, her fingers grasped the hem of her cotton shirt, and in her head she counted. She hit ‘ten’ and pulled it up and over her head, letting it fall against the floor. Her skin was exposed to the cold air, and Troy gave her a look that told her she was doing the right thing.
Pulling him back to her, she kissed him, pressing her chest toward him, almost lifting herself from the bed. Encouraging him as much as she could with her mouth, his arm finally landed on her bra straps, and he felt it come loose with one practiced hand gesture. She withdrew her arms from the straps, letting it join her shirt.
Troy’s hands slithered around the front and cupped the curves of her breasts, letting his thumbs caress the soft, tender flesh. Her eyes were closed in bliss when she heard his words: “You’re so beautiful.”
His hands began to massage her, and she could feel her nipples hardening even more than she thought possible. She breathed his name in a moan, and he took it as a sign to continue, taking one of the rosy peaks into his mouth. She groaned and clutched at the bedclothes as he lightly suckled and encircled the hard nub with his tongue, before lavishing the exact same attention on the other.
Kairi was a wanton mess. She was terrified of what was happening to her body, and she wriggled away from him.
“This isn’t right.”
“What? What do you – Kairi?”
“You have a shirt on. This isn’t right,” she repeated, and grinned. Reaching for him, she pulled the cartoon character t-shirt over his head, exposing a well-muscled chest. She knew he had been working out, but to this extent? He was chiseled perfection, and as she ran her hands along his skin, his felt him shiver underneath her. Letting her hormones take over, Kairi replaced where her hands with her tongue.
“K-Kairi,” he choked out.
I haven’t lost my touch. She grinned to herself as she finally stopped her teasing and drew away from him. His expression confused her.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kairi. I’m being good – or as good as I can be.”
She parted her hair at the back of her neck and drew it around her, letting it fall atop her breasts like curtains. “What if I don’t want you to be good?”
“Kairi – oh Christ!” Without warning, Troy had pinned her against the bed, his hands encircling her wrists and pressing his lower body against her. He was like a rock down there – there was no way that his cock could be that hard. When he growled in her ear, she melted inside, and felt her dampness increase. “This is what you do to me. Every single day, for five years. I want you. I need you. Now.”
“Take me,” she whispered, pressing her lower body upwards into his, letting him know that she fully appreciated the hard length of him, and she hadn’t even seen, touched, or tasted it yet.
Troy slid down her body. “Keep your hands where I can see them.” He made short work of her jeans, and they were pulled from her legs. She felt him scratch on her thigh where he had taken a good hold on the material, but the pain didn’t bother her. In fact, it was heightening every single sense that she had.
He knelt at the foot of the bed, staring down at her hungrily. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but as his hands grasped at her thighs, and any fear she felt turned into passion. She was the prey, he was the predator.
“You know my feelings on lace,” he growled as two fingers one each hand hooked themselves into the waistband of her underwear. “I can see how wet you are.” With one swift jolt, they were pulled straight down past her ankles, and were tossed back, landing on the desk.“That’s much better. God, you’re glistening.”
Kairi didn’t know what to feel, but when he parted her legs, brought her knees up, and placed one of the hottest French kisses in existence on her pulsating core, she could only feel pure unbridled ecstasy. She groaned and moaned his name, causing him to quicken his kiss, pushing his tongue further into her, to come out and nibble on her clit, only to slide straight back inside.
“Troy… Troy, stop, I’m gonna – Troy!” she cried, as she felt her orgasm rock and shake her body, as she released into his mouth. Her hands had made noticeable dents in the pillows, from where he told her to keep them where he could see them. As he pulled away from the inside of her thigh, she felt her eyelids flutter shut.
They opened straight away when the zip of a fly rent the air apart. Jeans slumped to the floor with a much larger thump than hers had been, and she heard him shuffle around. The tear of a packet, and she knew he was preparing himself. As aroused as they both were, he was taking precautions and she couldn’t thank him enough, even though she was on the pill.
She opened his eyes, taking him all in. He was truly a magnificent specimen – muscled in all the right places. And his cock…even encased in a condom, it was still a sight to behold. In length, and girth, he was bigger than Luke could ever hope to be. Just the pure unadulterated sight of him made her wet all over again.
“Are you sure you want this?”
Open mouthed, she could only nod.
Taking up residence between her thighs once more, he took hold of her hips. “I fucking love you,” he growled, as he pushed himself inside of her. He groaned with relief, as did Kairi. He was so big that he filled her completely, and for a moment, neither of them moved. She touched the side of his face, and their eyes met.
That was all they needed.
With a ferocity that Kairi hadn’t reckoned upon, Troy started to thrust into her wildly. She bucked against him, but he had all the power. She wrapped her legs around him, giving him an angle, and she writhed against him. As he thrust inside of her, he squeezed her hips, letting her know just how much he wanted her.
Next thing she knew, Troy had moved with such swiftness, and now she was the one on top. Her head had rolled back and s
he groaned with each thrust she made atop of him. She was riding every long hard inch of him, and she had never felt such pleasure before. She leant forward on him slightly, and he grasped the back of her neck, pulling her down into a kiss that curled her toes, at the precise time he bucked upwards. She moaned heavily into his kiss as his hand moved from her hip to slap down hard onto her backside. She jolted on him from the shock and cried out. The other hand joined the first and he grasped onto the sides of her backside, as Troy moved upwards into her even harder and faster than they had been before.
“Troy!” she cried out, as she felt herself lose control, as her second orgasm of the late afternoon shook her body. She felt him join her as he shouted her name so loud that she was sure that the other customers would complain about them.
Exhausted and sated, Kairi swung her leg off of Troy and lay beside him on the bed, breathing heavily.
“You’re-” they said in unison and burst out laughing.
“You first.”
“No, you.”
“Fine… You’re amazing. I just can’t believe it took us so long to actually be together. That was our first time!” Kairi sighed wistfully, and curled into the side of him. Even sweaty, she found him irresistible.
“Well I was planning on wooing you after dinner and taking you to see Phantom, but I guess I just-”
“Hang on, there! You’re taking me to see Phantom?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“I just… Oh, you’re infuriating!” She couldn’t help but smile as she lightly punched his arm, and kissed him once more.
“Does this mean I’m getting laid later?”
“This means you’re getting laid a lot.” She winked, and curled in even tighter to his body, nipping his shoulder gently with his teeth. He hissed through his teeth at the sharp contact.
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