Troy

by S Kline

  “Oh so I’m not privy to information now?” That Irish lilt is coming through loud in clear now.

  “You shouldn’t have been before. I need to stop looking at your tits and remember this is none of your business.” God, I’m a dick! A selfish, inconsiderate dick, and by the sudden chill radiating off of her body she agrees with that assessment completely.

  “Fuck you Troy!” She shouts at me.

  I reach forward and wrap a hand around her upper arm. “What have I told you about that word?”

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You don’t control me. I can say whatever the Fuck I want.” Her eyes are a fiery blue and her lips purse in anger.

  I glance down at her full lips, only now realizing how close our bodies are. “Unless you want me to fuck you, you’ll stop saying that word.” I slide my hand down to clasp hers. I pull her gently forward and lay her hand against my throbbing cock. Her breath hitches, and a shiver works through her.

  My restraint breaks and I slam my mouth against hers in a hungry, devouring kiss. The feeling of her lips moving just as greedily against mine is a shock to my system I’ve never experienced before. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth has a moan quickly leaving me, falling in the space around us. She tastes so sweet, like mint and something fruity.

  I move my hands to her waist, and toss her onto the mattress, then press my body against hers. She lets out a breathy little moan that I capture into our next joining of mouths. This can’t end. I’ve had sex, lots of sex, this is so much more, and I’m only kissing her.

  The feel of Kaci’s body, soft and yielding, under mine is enough to eradicate all ideas of stopping this. I want this. I’ve always wanted this. This girl, right here, since I was twelve years old, is all I had ever really wanted. I push thoughts of Addie, babies, and Delvin Kennedy from my mind, and let myself enjoy this moment.

  I run my hands under the hem of her lacy top, groaning when my fingertips come in contact with the soft feel of her creamy skin. I glide my lips across her jaw, down the thin column of her neck, settling on the rapid pulse in her throat.

  “I can’t be a one night stand, Troy.” Kaci’s voice is shaky as her hands tightly grip my biceps.

  Can I do more than one night? Fuck, other than Addie I don’t think I’ve ever done more than a few hours. But for Kaci? As terrifying as it is, I know I could do forever with Kaci. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. The thought of anyone else touching her has my blood boiling. The silence of my inner dialogue makes her speak again as my lips trail a fiery path over her chest.

  “I can’t be that girl.” She sounds on the verge of fucking tears, and I feel my heart shatter.

  “I want you to be something so much more than that, Kace. I want you to be something I’ve never had before.” I speak the words against her skin, and then I lift my head up to look into her blue eyes. She’s studying me closely. “I want you to be so much more.” I plead with her.

  Her eyes immediately search mine for answers I’m afraid she might actually find there. I can’t lie to myself, I’m terrified, and scared I will mess this up.

  “You’re serious?” She asks with disbelief clear in her voice.

  “I am so fucking serious, Kace.” And I am.

  “You want a relationship? I mean like long-term, all the bells and whistles.” Wide blue eyes stare up at me. I think I see as much longing there as I feel tugging at my chest.

  Do I want that? Fuck, I don’t even know how to do that. I nod because I do want that, with Kaci. She smiles so fucking big my heart swells. I want to go all cave man and start beating my fists on my chest. Instead I lean down and kiss her again, a slow, leisurely kiss that has my heart thumping wildly against my chest.

  “I want your shirt off, Troy.” I fling my shirt off so quickly I’m surprised I don’t dislocate my shoulder in the process.

  I sit up on my heels, and kneel between Kaci’s thighs. Her fingers trail over the planes of my abdomen making my breath hitch at the heat of her touch. Her eyes are a deeper blue than I have ever seen them before. Her lips are swollen and slightly parted.

  I did that. I put that perfect look on her already perfect face. I stand to yank her jeans down her legs. The desperation in me is unlike anything else. Kaci is mine.

  “We can’t have sex.” The words spill from her lips, and I halt immediately.

  “Why not?” My eyes are glued to the wet spot already on her panties from just our kisses. I want that more than I want my next breath. I want her.

  “I’m not ready for that.”

  I force my gaze up to meet hers, my brow arched. “You look ready.”

  She blushes redder than I have ever seen her before, and I’ve spent a lot of years trying to make her blush. “You’re right.” She chews at her bottom lip as she nods. “I’m ready.”

  I release a relieved breath. Thank fuck for that. Stopping now would have killed me. My dick is harder than it’s ever been before, and I don’t think any amount of masturbation will cure the lust Kaci stirs in me.

  I return to my position over her body, and it’s like coming home after being away on a long trip. Her thin body molds perfectly against mine. I’ve never been more convinced that this girl was completely made for me.

  I kiss her deeply and revel in the sweet taste of her lips. One hand runs over the thin curves of her body as I rub my jean covered dick between her legs. Her hips are thrusting up to meet each rub in perfect synchronization with my own. When I reach her panties I grip them in my fist and rip the thin material away from her body.

  I shove them into my pocket before standing and stripping out of my jeans, removing my gun and laying it on the bedside table. I take my time admiring her bare folds, slick with her desire for me. It is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. Everything feels so much more intense with Kaci.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” The words slip out like a prayer from my lips.

  I lean forward, grab the hem of her top and slip it over her head. I need her skin on me. I need to feel her underneath me with nothing between us. So I unsnap her bra before I even have her top cleared over her head, and my eyes focus on that sexy little clover tattooed on her ribs. Fuck, that’s hot. Once she is completely naked underneath me I slide off my boxers and slide back between her thighs.

  I glide a finger around her moist opening, spreading her juices around the flushed, swollen clit nestled there. She smells so fucking sweet. I bet she’ll taste even sweeter. I move down her body, leaving a trail of kisses against her warm skin, and place a soft kiss over her clit. She gasps and grips my hair in her hands. I lick my lips and groan in pleasure as her taste explodes on my tongue.

  I can’t describe the feelings rushing through me, but something inside me just fucking breaks. Kaci is completely mine, and I want to fucking mark her. Destroy her for any other man. The words “will you marry me?” are running rampant through my thoughts, and I know I’m not ready for that, so I dip my head and devour her. My tongue teases her clit then dips in to lick inside her pussy. She is arching off the bed, her hands gripping tightly in my hair. Little sounds of pleasure bursting from her lips.

  I return to her clit and bring one hand to grip her hips, keeping her still, as I slip a finger of my other hand into her. Her tight pussy grips greedily at my finger, and I can’t imagine what it will feel like wrapped around my cock. Kaci’s hips move against my lips as I push deeper, bending my finger to grace her inner wall, where she needs it most.

  “Oh my God Troy!” Kaci cries out, and when I look up her head is thrown back in pleasure.

  I keep my gaze on her face as the room fills with her moans. I can’t help but slip in another finger, stretching her, preparing her. She screams out in satisfaction, and pushes her hips down against my hand.

  I’m not exaggerating when I say this is the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Kaci’s so fucking real. This is just her, she’s not doing anything to impress me, she’s just taking the pleasure I’m giving her. I can feel my dick pulsing
in desperate need. Kaci is so fucking mine.

  When she cums all over my fingers I swear even I see fucking stars. Her body tenses beneath me, arching beautifully, and she is screaming my name as her legs squeeze against my head. I don’t let up even though I know the pleasure is too much now. I just don’t want to stop. This is the best fucking thing on the planet.

  “Troy! Stop, please stop.” Her body twitches beneath me.

  I turn my head to place a kiss to the inside of her thigh, biting lightly. “It’s too fucking good, Kace. I can’t stop.”

  She grabs my arms, and I let her pull me up her body until I’m resting over her. All I can think about is being inside of her. I stare at her as I let my cock slide easily over the slick folds of her pussy. I groan when she lifts her hips and the tip of my dick pushes against her opening. I love the satisfied gleam in her aqua eyes. I love knowing I put it there even more.

  I push in the tiniest bit and Kaci stills underneath me. I need her to relax. Her pussy is too fucking tight. It is the sweetest fucking torture. I push in a little further and she lets out a little yelp. I watch her eyes closely.

  “I need you to relax, babe.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, running my tongue over her lower lip.

  She nods against my mouth, and immediately her body loosens allowing me to slide in another inch. My Kaci. I push in further, a little harder, and freeze as I break through some kind of resistance. I search her eyes hoping like hell that isn’t what I think it was.

  “You’re a virgin.” I mumble the words out in a whispered breath. A statement not a question. I’ve had enough sex to know, but fuck I wish she would have told me.

  “Not anymore.” Her words are just as quiet as mine, but her face is blazing red with embarrassment.

  How was that even possible? She’s twenty-two and fucking gorgeous. Fuck! She should have fucking told me. With my clearer thinking brain I suddenly register another little problem of ours.

  “Fuck!” I jump up, sliding from her tight, slick walls, groaning in the process as I slide through her wet heat.

  Her eyes are so fucking wide, and she squeezes her thighs together, blocking my view of heaven. I storm into the bathroom, rummaging through my duffle. I pull out the square packet and move back into the bedroom, but Kaci is sitting up in the bed now, blanket pulled tight around her shoulders.

  “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I just didn’t think it would matter to you.” Her eyes are brimming with unshed tears.

  I climb up next to her and pull the blanket from her skin, narrowing my eyes when she tries to resist my attempts. I want to see her, and I really don’t like that she is hiding from me.

  “I’m sorry, babe.” I hold the condom up for her to see. “Only you could make me so fucking desperate I almost forget something this important.” Blue eyes widen in understanding this time.

  I pull her back down until I’m hovering over her again. “You were wrong though, to think it wouldn’t matter.” I search her gaze, keeping our eyes locked. I want her to know how serious I am when I say this.

  “Knowing I’m the only man who gets to experience this, ever, is the most amazing thing in the whole world. Because I can guarantee you one fucking thing, Kace, and that’s that I will be the only man who gets to experience heaven.”

  Her eyes soften with her gentle nod of acceptance. I quickly tear open the condom and slide it over my length. I am desperate to get back inside of her, but this time I don’t try to rush it. I want to savor this. My own fucking nirvana. I pull the sheet away, and this time she doesn’t resist.

  I slide into her, tight warmth swallowing my cock inch by delicious inch. Kaci stretches around me perfectly, gasping at the feeling of me inside of her. I can definitely do this forever. I already don’t want to ever stop.

  I want to live in this space between Kaci’s thighs. How did I spend so much time wasting sex on women who only left me feeling empty when I could have been so fulfilled by her?

  I rock into her, feeling the slide of her tight wet pussy along my cock. I’m not going to last very long, especially if Kaci keeps digging her nails into my back on a breathy moan in my ear.

  I pick up the pace when I feel her pussy start to quiver around me. When we both cum, our bodies lock around each other, her nails dig harder into my back, and my cock spills inside of her I know this is it for me. This is my forever.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kaci

  I’m barely breathing through the electricity still coursing through my heavy limbs. I feel like I’m still asleep. Like if I pinch myself I will be right back in the bed this morning, waking up irritated and turned on with Troy’s nearness. This is so much better.

  I’m afraid to move out of this newfound comfort of his arms. I’m afraid to break whatever spell brought us here. And I’m terrified that everything will go to Hell now. He did it. He got me in bed, chase over.

  I know he said beautiful things to me. I know he promised things I wanted to believe, but I also know Troy. He had probably only said the things he knew would get him inside of me. I want so badly to believe that isn’t the case. That we are in fact in a relationship now, part of me wants to believe that so intensely that I gave him something I’ve never even thought of giving to anyone else.

  I peek an eye open and my breath hitches at the peaceful look on his face, eyes closed in pure bliss, mouth lax, chest heaving. Troy is perfect. My greedy eyes roam over his tense biceps, straining to hold himself above me through his pleasure. His shoulders bunch and he moves slowly inside of me, draining every ounce of bliss from us both.

  When his eyes slowly slide open they are a darkened blue, clouded, making him look drunk. He is still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and even though the thought kills me, I now know why so many women try running back to him.

  He blinks a couple times and his eyes seem to clear up each time, but never waver from my face. A grin tugs at the corner of his lips that makes my chest squeeze tight, and something tug deep inside where he is still filling me. He brings his hand up to softly brush my hair away from my face. This tenderness is not something I expected from him, but I revel in it.

  “I-” The sound of a cell phone ringing interrupts him.

  The familiar sound of Marcus’s ringtone, “Drinking from the Bottle”, blares through the room around us. Troy looks annoyed as he shifts, slipping out of me on a punishing groan. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know that’s Marcus’s personal ringtone or he probably would have answered it.

  I wasn’t ready to tell Marcus about whatever this is with Troy. Marcus would judge me. He already assumed this would happen, and he’d been right. I want to feel some remorse about giving in so easily, but if I’m honest with myself, this had been long overdue for us. I wrap the sheet securely around me as I sit up, admiring Troy’s muscular body lying spread out beside me. Tan muscles ripple as he moves, as he breathes. I sigh, my tongue running over my lip.

  “You gonna get that sweetheart, or should we ignore it?” Troy traces a finger over the line of my shoulder, down my back, and I shiver under his touch and heated stare. I reach over and pluck my cell from the table.

  “Hey, boo!” Marcus’s familiar warm voice washes over me.

  I inwardly cringe knowing what he would be saying if he knew the current situation I was in. “Hey, Marcus.”

  The bed shifts and Troy sits up so quickly I almost bounce off the mattress and onto the floor. Troy’s firm grip on my arm prevents my fall, but has my gaze shooting straight to his piercing blues. I hear Marcus mumbling something on the other end of the phone, but all I can focus on is the anger simmering in Troy’s eyes.

  He watches me as he reaches for my phone, pulling it gently from my stunned grasp. He flips it closed, hanging up on my best friend with a cocky grin on his irritating face.

  “Why the hell did you do that?” The words pour from my lips in a whisper without giving way to the anger starting to simmer inside me.

  His brows pull down in
a frown as his eyes flicker over my face. “You don’t need him, you got me.” He shrugs a shoulder in a completely adorable, boyish way making my heart skip a beat in my chest.

  I don’t even mean to release the sarcastic laugh that bubbles out of me, but it comes out anyway. Troy’s mouth drops open at my outburst before quickly morphing into a flat line on his rugged face. His eyes are simmering again, his posture tense.

  “What is funny about that, Kace? Fill me in, ‘cause I’m really not getting the humor here.”

  I shake my head sadly, and release a deep breath. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought…” I shrug.

  “What did you think?” He crosses his arms across his wide chest and I desperately want to forget this whole conversation.

  I want him to push me back on the mattress again, cover me with his sinful body. “I just thought that…”

  My phone blares to life again in Troy’s hand. He shifts an angry gaze to the small device in his hand, for a second I’m afraid he might crush it in his fist. I hold my hand out to him. A sign for him to give me my phone, a sign he completely ignores. The color drains from my face and a tremble starts in my hand as he opens the phone, and places it against his ear.

  “Kaci is a little busy at the moment. What do you want, douche?” Troy’s voice is eerily calm, making me even more nervous.

  I know Troy and Marcus don’t get along, but with Troy’s harsh words I feel my mouth drop open, I start reaching over him to take my phone back. Troy holds me off with one hand easily as he maintains possession of my phone.

  “Yeah.” His voice is getting harsher with every word, and I can feel the anger start to vibrate through his body. I really wish I could hear the other side of this conversation.

  “We’re together, fucker, it is my business.”

  My heart stutters and then stops all together. I wasn’t ready to tell Marcus. I definitely didn’t want him to find out this way. I could hear his judgmental lectures run through my mind, and suddenly I feel like the whore I know Marcus now sees me as.

  I quit struggling for my phone and move back to the head of the bed. I pull the blanket tight around me, trying to ward off the cold now moving through my veins. Troy eyes my every movement. He looks ready to hit something, and my sudden change in demeanor doesn’t seem to help calm him. If anything it seems to annoy him more.