I wait impatiently as he puts the condom over his impressive, thick length. He finally situates himself between my legs, his eyes meet mine and then he thrusts in.
“Ah, shit!” I grunt. “Oh my God.”
I hear him groan. “Fuck.”
My pussy stretches around his dick as he continues his long thrusts in and out. He moves back to his knees, grabs my waist and lifts me up until I’m riding him.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan. “Oh, God. You’re so deep.”
“Yeah,” he responds gruffly. “Take it, baby.”
I feel like I can feel him in my stomach, and it takes a while before I can move comfortably. I hold onto the hard ridges of his shoulders while I rock back and forth, and up and down. After a while he lays me back down and turns me over. With his hands on my hips, he pulls my ass in the air and pushes his thick cock back inside. My hands fist the pillow and I bite down on the corner of it.
His right hand comes around and starts rubbing perfect circles over my swollen clit. The combination of his fingers touching me, and his cock hitting the perfect spot, I come again. Hard.
“Yeah, baby. That’s what I wanted to feel,” he grunts from behind me. “You’re so fucking wet, it feels so good.”
Troy thrusts harder and faster, squeezing my ass in his hands. I feel him stiffen slightly.
“Oh shit.”
He roars out in pleasure as he comes. I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. When he pulls out, my body collapses onto the covers. I hear him chuckle before he smacks my ass lightly with his hand.
“Bathroom?” he asks.
I mumble something and point in the direction of the bathroom that’s in the corner of the room.
While he’s cleaning up, I figure I shouldn’t be sprawled out on the bed when he comes back out. I lean over to the nightstand and grab a more flattering shirt to put on and some lace boy shorts.
He enters the room wearing only his boxer briefs. His dick is still slightly hard and I can see he has it tucked in the waistband of his underwear.
“Thanks for inviting me over,” he says as he lies next to me.
“Thanks for coming,” I respond with a smile, because of the double meaning.
I curl into him, my head lying on his chest, and then sleep welcomes me.
A few days later, Emilie and I are at Jace’s for Christmas. Everybody except Marc and Nico has arrived, and Kade, Emilie, and I are in the theater room watching Christmas movies. Emilie is curled into me with my arm draped over her shoulder, and a bowl of popcorn on my lap.
Jace, Adrienne, and her father are all in the kitchen working on dinner. Well, Adrienne says she’s supervising, but I think she wants to see how her father and Jace are getting along.
After the movie ends, we all get up and follow the aroma of the food.
“Just a little bit longer, guys,” Adrienne announces when she spots us.
“Oh my gosh, it all smells so good,” Emilie cries as she starts peeking at all the dishes.
“You heard from the other two?” I ask Jace
“I texted them both. Marc hasn’t responded yet, and Nico says he’s on the way.”
“Do you guys want us to set the table?” Emilie asks.
“Sure, let me grab the dishes,” Adrienne responds.
“Just show me where they are and I’ll grab them for you,” I say, following her into the kitchen.
“Thanks, Troy. The plates are here, and the glasses here,” she says, gesturing towards two cabinets.
Emilie walks up behind me, rubbing my back before slithering her hands around to my stomach. One of her hands moves to the crotch of my pants, and she gently squeezes.
“Hey, you better not start anything in here if you don’t want me to finish it.”
“Maybe I do,” she says with a giggle, but removes her hand.
“They do have lots of space. Maybe we can get lost later,” I say with a wink as I look over my shoulder at her.
She shimmies to my side with a smile on her face. “That might be fun.”
“Oh it will be. Now, help with these dishes.”
“Bossing me around already?” she teases.
“Yep! Get moving,” I say as I smack her ass.
“Troy!” she exclaims with a laugh.
We both walk to the large dining room that’s separate from the kitchen and begin setting the table. Emilie keeps walking past me, running her hand along the front of my pants, giving me a teasing smile. After I set the last place and she goes to move around me, I grab her by her hand and pull her into me.
“Are you trying to get fucked in here?”
She moans in response. “Mmm.”
I slip my hand behind her neck and pull her face closer to mine. “I can tease you too, you know.”
Her eyes are closed and I can tell she’s waiting for me to kiss her. My lips barely brush across hers before I turn her around and sweep her light brown hair to one side. I lick the back of her neck, and then gently bite down on the skin above her collarbone before licking and kissing the same spot. I’ve quickly learned that doing anything to her neck gets her in the mood.
I push her forward until she’s resting her hands on the back of one of the dining room chairs. Her legs are slightly parted, and I relish in the fact that she chose to wear a skirt tonight. I slip my hand underneath and palm her pussy from behind. My middle finger bends, moving down and touching her clit briefly before sliding into her warm, wet pussy.
When she moans and calls out my name, I remove my hand from underneath her skirt and take a step back. It takes a few moments before she straightens up and turns to face me.
“That’s not very nice,” she pouts.
“Oh. I think it was very nice,” I say with a smirk.
She scowls at me for the briefest of seconds and then grins. Grabbing my hand in hers, she brings it to her mouth and sucks the finger that was just inside of her, her eyes never leaving mine. I growl as my cock jumps.
“Ooh, what are you guys up to?” Adrienne calls out in a teasing voice with a smile on her face.
I clear my throat and Emilie spins around.
“Nothing. Need some help?” Emilie asks Adrienne.
Adrienne places a couple side dishes in the middle of the table. “That’s okay. Jace and dad are bringing in the rest. Glad I came in first,” she says with another smirk.
“I’ll be right back,” I say.
I lean down put my lips right by Emilie’s ear. “You’re gonna get it later.”
She looks back up at with a glimmer in her eye. “Promise?”
I kiss her on her soft rosy lips before walking to the bathroom.
Right before I get to the bathroom, the front door opens and Nico walks in.
“Merry Christmas!” he yells out with his arms outstretched.
I laugh. “Hey, man. Merry Christmas. What took you so long?”
“I might have gotten caught up with this little honey,” he says with a smile.
“Nice. Have you heard from Marc?”
“He ain’t here yet?”
“Nah. Nobody’s heard from him either.”
“I told you. Secret life. His ass ain’t ever around.”
“He doesn’t have a secret life. He has an escort life, and a busy one at that.”
Nico scoffs and walks further into the house. “Where’s everybody at?”
“Dining room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Cool.”
After I get out of the bathroom, the front door opens again.
“Marc! What the hell, man? Everybody’s been trying to get in touch with you. We weren’t sure if you were gonna make it.”
“Sorry, man. I got tied up with a client and I didn’t have my phone on me.”
“Well, you made it just in time for dinner. Come on,” I say as I hit him on the shoulder and lead the way.
When we walk in, Marc is greeted with an “it’s about time,” a “finally,” and a “there you are.”
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bsp; I see Emilie on the other side of the room with Adrienne, smiling and laughing about something, and I can’t help but smile. She’s breathtaking, and I want to kick myself for ever waiting to be with her.
We all take our seats and start serving ourselves. Nico gives Marc a hard time about never being around. Marc hits him in a big brother kind of way. Jace and Adrienne exchange small kisses and whisper into each other’s ear. Kade and Nico talk about some girls they met, and Emilie and I can’t keep our hands to ourselves, our hands wandering underneath the table. Adrienne’s father seems oblivious to it all, and seems happy to be sitting at the head of the table next to his daughter with a dysfunctional family he’s able to look after. It’s the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.
Once dinner and dessert has been consumed, we all go to the theater room again and watch more movies. There are single seats and loveseats evenly spaced throughout the room, the lights are dimmed, and Jace has a small concession area with drinks and snacks.
After the first movie is over, Emilie and I decide to head back to my place. Nico is asleep on the floor and Adrienne is minutes away from passing out with her head on Jace’s lap.
“We’re gonna head out, brother,” I say to Jace as I shake his hand. “Thanks for having us over.”
“Yeah, man. Of course.”
Adrienne lifts her head slightly. “Bye you guys. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Emilie responds.
“Tell your dad we said thanks for the food,” I say, motioning to her father who’s asleep at the back of the room.
Jace and her laugh. “I will.”
With our goodbyes said, we leave the house and I can’t get to mine fast enough. I need to finish what Emilie started earlier tonight.
On the car ride over, Emilie begins her teasing again. She leans over and kisses my neck while stroking my dick through my pants.
“You’re lucky I’m driving right now,” I growl.
“Oh, am I?” she asks in an innocent voice.
She strokes me some more before sitting back in her seat and hiking her skirt up. My eyes fly over there for a second before looking back at the road.
“You’re gonna get us both killed.”
I get to my house in record time, throw the car in park and rush around to her side and pull her out. She squeals in delight as I carry her inside and toss her on the wide couch. The small lamp that I left on gives off just enough light to see the look of desire on her face.
I pull my clothes off as fast as possible, and then undo the buttons on her shirt. It falls open revealing a red lace bra that showcases just how perfect her tits are. She spreads her legs apart with a wicked look in her eye and I yank her panties down her legs, leaving the skirt hiked up around her waist.
“You’ve been teasing me all night. I think it’s time to return the favor.”
Once I’ve put the condom on, I get on my knees in between her legs, and slowly let the tip of my dick slide through the lips of her pussy. I rub myself over her clit and back down towards her entrance. I push the head of my cock in just a fraction, eliciting a moan from her throat, and pull back out.
“Troy!” she grunts in frustration.
She reaches forward, trying to pull me into her.
“No,” I growl, pulling away completely. “You don’t get to touch me now. It’s my turn to touch you.”
She doesn’t argue, she just lies back down and watches me as I put my face in between her thighs. I slowly kiss around her pussy, letting my tongue graze across her skin gently. She moans and tries shifting herself to my mouth which makes me kiss down her inner thigh instead.
I look up and see that her eyes are squeezed closed, and her hands are gripping the sides of the couch. My tongue moves across her skin leisurely until reaching her wet center. When my tongue touches her pussy, her hands go to my head.
She cries out in satisfaction. “Oh, yes! Yes! Please don’t stop.”
I eat her pussy like it’s the last time I’ll ever have her on my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth, and then dip my tongue into her entrance. I taste how wet she is for me, and my dick throbs, wanting to be deep inside of her.
I pull away and wipe my mouth as I hear her whimper in frustration. She tries to wrap her legs around my waist, but I flip her over on her hands and knees. Emilie shrieks in surprise and then to my delight pushes her ass in the air even more. Without delay, I grip her hips and my cock slides easily into her wet pussy.
She screams out in pleasure. “Ooh, yeah!”
“Is this what you’ve been wanting all night?” I growl in her ear as I lean over her back.
“Yes, Troy. Yes! Please don’t stop,” she cries.
I thrust into her harder causing her grip to tighten on the arm rest. “God, baby, you feel so good,” I grunt, reveling in the warmth and tightness of her pussy.
My left hand goes to her clit and I rub circles as she continues to slam herself back onto my dick.
“Oh, yes! Yes, baby. Just like that. Oh, God,” she pants.
“Fuck, Emilie,” I growl. “You know what I want, baby.”
I lightly slap her pussy, my middle finger touching her clit. It sends her over the edge, because instantly she’s exploding all over my cock, her throaty voice filling the room.
“Fuck!” she drags out, as her body tenses and stills.
Both hands go to her hips and I thrust deep inside of her, the feeling of her pulsating pussy squeezing my cock drives me crazy. A few minutes later, I erupt in a loud roar.
When I pull out, she flips back over onto her back and gives me a lazy smile. I lean over her and give her a kiss. Her arms go around my neck and she holds me close to her.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she whispers.
“Is that why you teased me all night long?” I ask.
“No. I mean us. I’ve been waiting for us for so long.”
I back up and look into her eyes. “No more waiting. You got me. I’m here and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
She smiles again and gives me a kiss.
“I’ll be back,” I say before kissing her nose.
“Kay. I’ll be looking for my underwear,” she says with a smirk.
In the bathroom, I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash. When I’m done cleaning up, I go to my bedroom to get Emilie’s Christmas present from my closet. We’ve only been a couple for about a week, but she’s been a part of my life for several months, and when I saw the bracelet, I knew I had to get it for her.
A while back when we were having lunch, she mentioned her mom having had a bracelet with all three of their birthstones on it. She said her father had given it to her mom for a Mother’s Day present and that she had never taken it off. Emilie felt it was only right for her to be buried with it.
I found out through Adrienne what Emilie’s parent’s birthstones were, and had the silver bracelet personalized with X’s made out of diamonds, and the O’s were Emilie’s, her mom’s, and dad’s birthstones. Each O was in the middle of two X’s.
I throw on a pair of basketball shorts and with the small velvet box in my pocket; I make my way to the living room.
I stop in my tracks when I see Emilie fully dressed, arms crossed in front of her chest, staring at something on the back of the couch. I follow her gaze and see what looks like a small card.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She doesn’t look at me. “You tell me.”
I furrow my brows and take a step towards the couch. Lifting the card, I open it and begin reading.
Troy,
I can’t thank you enough for always being there for me. I’m so glad to have you in my life. I appreciate the ride you gave me the other day, and for having me over and being a shoulder to cry on when I needed one. I hope this leads to a brand new start for us. Remember that I’ll always love you. I still owe you that lunch, so give me a call about it.
Yours always,
> Carla.
My eyes dart to Emilie who’s standing there staring at me with not a look of anger, but hurt, and it crushes me.
“You’ve been hanging out with your ex-fiancé?” she asks, her voice cracking.
“No, Emilie. I haven’t.”
“That’s not what it seems like,” she says, gesturing with her head towards the note. “You said she came by once. You didn’t say anything about giving her rides, or your shoulder to cry on.”
“It was only twice. I don’t even know where this note came from. Just let me explain what happened.”
“Troy, when a man says let me explain, there’s already a problem. I’ve already called a cab, and I’ll be waiting outside.”
“Emilie, don’t leave. It’s not what you think. I’ve never invited her over here. She just shows up.”
“Well, I’m glad she feels comfortable enough to just be able to stop by. Maybe it’s because you haven’t let her know that she’s not welcome to come and go as she pleases.” Her voice rises. “Maybe it’s because you give her fucking rides, and allow her to come in to cry on your shoulder.” With a sigh, she continues. “I’m leaving. I’ll talk to you… I don’t know when I’ll talk to you.”
She stalks out without looking back. I see the bright lights of the cab shine into my living room window and a few seconds later I hear the slam of the car door.
She’s gone.
After two days of Emilie ignoring my calls, texts, and visits to her door, I know what I have to do. The decision isn’t made lightly, but I can’t put myself through this shit again.
I pick up the phone and make the call.
When the person on the other end picks up, I speak first.
“Hey. I need to talk to you. Can you come by or can we meet up?”
I pause, waiting for the response.
“Okay. Yeah, I can’t wait. See you soon.”
With that, I end the call and begin getting ready.
Half an hour later, I’m dressed, my place is cleaned up, and lunch is just about ready. When the doorbell goes off, I take a deep breath and go to the door.
“Hi,” I greet as I open the door and allow her to walk inside.
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