Learning to Trust

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  “You should probably list someone local who can be there for you in a hurry; just in case.” He moved his hand to my chin and turned it towards him, looking earnestly into my eyes. “I know we’ve only just started to get to know one another, but I already feel very protective of you and if you feel you can trust me, I’m local and would be honored to be listed as your emergency contact. We could always list Grace and your parents as backups,” he suggested.

  I couldn’t believe how fast everything was happening; I’ve known of him for three weeks. We’ve had most of this week together, and sure, we’ve slept together, but do I know him enough to list him as my emergency contact? “I couldn’t ask you do to that. You’re very busy and what about you traveling, looking for new talent? You might not be around in an emergency either.”

  “Yes, I might be traveling, but I always have my phone on and I have access to Thompson and a couple of other valued employees who can be there for you in an instant.” His voice was reassuring.

  I felt overwhelmed that this beautiful man had done so much, and was willing to do even more, for me. I relented and handed him the paperwork so he could fill in his emergency contact information. “You know you don’t have to do this, but thank you, Garrett.”

  He quickly scribbled his information and handed me the paperwork to review the rest. All of my information looked to be complete and accurate, along with the Non-Disclosure Agreement, so I signed and dated the forms before handing them back.

  “That went faster than I’d anticipated. The only thing left is to get a copy of your driver’s license and social security card, which we can get done at the front desk. Maybe we can get your identification badge taken care of this weekend, when we return to Orlando.”

  Garrett took the forms from me and set them back in his briefcase while I began reading the employee handbook. One of the papers slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I uncrossed my legs so I could bend over and get it.

  “Don’t worry about it, Laurel, I’ll get it. Keep reading,” he said. “The sooner you finish and all that.” He winked.

  I watched as he knelt on the floor by my feet and scooped up the paper with a sly smile on his face. I went about my reading, turning to the second page of what looked like twenty to thirty pages of dense reading material, when I felt his hands traveling up my calves pushing apart my thighs.

  My breath caught.

  “Shh…” he crooned. “I’ve been sitting next to you for the past hour, feeling the heat radiating off your body, smelling your intoxicating scent, and wanting to taste your sweet cream.” His hand reached up, pulling the sash of my robe until it fell open. He pushed my nightgown up my thighs, grabbing a tight hold on my ass and moving me forward until I felt his tongue push through to my clit. He stroked me lightly in circles and then in an upward pattern, making my hips shift.

  Garrett’s hands clamped down on my thighs, spreading them further apart. “You need to learn to keep still and absorb the pleasure I want to give you, Laurel.” He paused for a moment. “Would you like me to stop?”

  My hands were already clenching the sofa, trying to contain the feelings he was creating in me. “N-no!” I stuttered.

  His tongue moved south onto my heat, circling my entrance before plunging in and out in small short strokes. His thumb hovered over my clit and then began to massage in a soft, circular pattern. “Mmm…you’re so responsive, baby; wet for me already. Let’s see if we can loosen you up a bit,” he teased.

  It didn’t take long before I felt the stirring deep within my soul and my body building towards orgasm. My hands laced through his long strands of hair and tried pulling him closer to me; I wanted more friction and found myself grinding my pussy against his talented mouth. His tongue stopped and he pulled back, leaving me wanting more. “Don’t come until I tell you to,” he commanded, his voice dark and sensual.

  I nodded and he dove back in again. It took no time for him to get me back on the edge and the waves were beginning to crest again when he pulled back and stopped once more. “You need to learn control, Laurel,” he admonished. “I know you’re feeling frustrated about now, but you will not come until I tell you.”

  My breathing was erratic and I fought hard to control it and my thoughts. I wanted to listen to him, but I didn’t want to wait. I wanted that feeling that was so close. It was within my grasp; why did he keep taking it away?

  He moved in again, pushing his talented tongue deep within me, devouring me, purposefully driving me to the edge to see if I would break. His thumb rubbed my clit harder and faster, forcing me to the height of pleasure. It was all I could do to control my breathing and fight the onset of what was sure to be the ultimate of all orgasms. My teeth began to clench together, my legs started to shake, and I held back, praying he would finally let me come; the feelings almost too intense to handle.

  I heard the rustle of fabric and then his head moved back and he pulled my body to him. “Come for me now, Laurel,” he demanded as he slammed his length hard into my core.

  My body instantly let loose on his command, legs shaking and breath giving out as I screamed out, “Garrett!”

  His lips quickly covered mine, absorbing my cries of pleasure, as his thumb went back to my clit and pressed hard to ride out the orgasms which seemed to go on and on one right after another.

  As I started to come back down from the wave I had ridden, he started to move inside me, grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me hard onto him as he continued to kneel on the floor in front of me.

  I felt spent from my heightened pleasure, but soon began to match his movements thrust for thrust. I wanted to feel him as deep as possible. My wave began to crest again.

  “Let me hear how much you like it, babe.” His words were my undoing as I came a second time, digging my nails into his arms.

  He pulled out of me quickly, before finding his own release. “Would you like to pleasure me?” he asked between his own quick breaths.

  “Yes, but I’m not sure how,” I admitted. I could tell he was on the edge, and I wanted to make him feel as amazing as I did. I’d do anything he asked to make him feel that pleasure.

  He guided me down off the sofa. “Get down on your hands and knees and wrap those beautiful lips around my cock.”

  I hesitantly placed my mouth around him. He guided me gently onto him, pushing my head down along his shaft. I could taste the saltiness of my arousal hanging heavy on his member.

  He looked down at me and I raised my gaze to meet his. “God, Laurel, You look amazing there,” he groaned. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

  To my surprise, I liked it when he talked dirty to me, loved how he took control of our encounters. My mouth began to find a natural rhythm, rocking back and forth over his hard cock. I’d always thought fellatio was a disgusting concept, but Garrett was slightly sweet and salty, reminding me of kettle corn, a taste I could easily get addicted to. I felt more confident than ever, knowing he was at my mercy, I soon found myself wanting more of him in my mouth.

  “Slow down, darling, or you’ll unman me immediately.” He fisted his hands in my hair, controlling my movements as his hips began to rock back and forth, moving himself in and out of my mouth.

  I let my tongue dance over the protruding veins on the underside of his head, sucking and teasing him. I could feel his breathing change and his penis elongate in my mouth until it was touching the back of my throat, and in one final push forward, he shouted out my name in ecstasy. I could taste the hot salty liquid and was surprised by how much I longed to please him; I swallowed and sucked until I milked him dry.

  His eyes were large in amazement. “You’ve never done this before?”

  I shook my head in response. Shit, was it bad? I kind of loved it.

  “I’m truly in awe of you, Laurel. You’re both brilliant and sexy as hell. I’d love to give that mouth of yours a nice workout daily.” He hooked me under the arms and pulled me up to his mouth, where he kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue i
nside my mouth and showing his appreciation for my efforts.

  For the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt like a normal woman. Garrett seemed to bring out my sensual side, showing me passion that I never knew existed and how much power I held in returning those pleasures.

  He was the first to ease away from the intensity of the kiss, moving slower and more softly before pulling away completely. We both struggled to catch our breath.

  “We should start getting ready,” we said together, then laughed hysterically. Talk about being in sync!

  As I entered the bedroom, I recognized my luggage over by the armoire and a couple of items hanging on the outside of it. The red dress I’d planned on wearing to graduation, paired with some beautiful heels I’d never seen before, along with my cap and gown. I turned back to Garrett, who was just a few feet behind me. “I thought I was dreaming yesterday when you said you had my things taken care of.”

  He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist and looking down into my eyes. “We needed to go ahead and get you out of the dorm anyhow; yesterday just gave me motivation to get you over here a little quicker.”

  I was a little confused. “But how did you know what things were mine and are you sure you didn’t miss anything?”

  “Hannah was packing up her things when Thompson dropped by with a couple of movers earlier this morning. She helped them identify what was yours and in turn they helped her get her things packed quickly. Everything’s been handled and will be placed on our flight down tomorrow. We boxed up some of your clothes and put your favorites, per your roommate’s advice, in your luggage, along with a few items I had picked up for you yesterday,” he said as he motioned towards the collection of bags sitting on a side chair by the vanity.

  I was afraid to look inside, not knowing what to expect, but peeked in anyway; the first bag held a collection of undergarments, ranging from very lacy and decorative underwear with matching bras to silk stockings and even a couple of garter belts. I blushed at the thought of wearing such racy things—I rarely wore anything other than cotton. The other bags held pajamas, which I now knew meant silk nightgowns in Garrett’s world and not shorts and tanks, a couple of skirts, shirts, and dresses. “How much do I owe you for all of this?”

  “Consider them part of my graduation present to you,” he said as he squeezed me tightly around the waist and pulled me closer to him to kiss my neck. “Come, let’s shower together and then we can run by your dorm to turn in your key to the RA, grab some lunch and get you to your graduation.”

  I felt overwhelmed by all the changes that were happening and how fast they were occurring, but I’d never been happier and looking forward to what the future held. I still didn’t understand what I was to Garrett, since he had used the term ‘boyfriend’ around Hannah and technically we weren’t “dating,” or at least that’s what we’d discussed at dinner. For now, I knew I found comfort and safety in his arms, and that was good enough.

  Garrett led us into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower and let the water get nice and steamy. He stripped out of his sleep pants and t-shirt while I gathered my razor from my vanity bag.

  He came up behind me, pulling my robe off my shoulders so it fell to the floor. He lifted the spaghetti straps and pushed them down my arms, where gravity took over and the gown fell away to the floor. I tried to bring my hands up to cover myself, feeling exposed to him, but his hands fell on mine, gently pulling them to the side. “Look at yourself in the mirror, Laurel. You have a beautiful body. I could stand here all day in appreciation of your physique. Can’t you tell how much I crave you?”

  I turned around to see he was already hard and wanting. How could he be ready to go again so soon?

  I followed him into the shower and washed my hair. As I was rinsing, I felt a washcloth full of soap start to wash my neck and arms and move down my entire body, even touching my most private areas. He guided me under the water to rinse me off and in turn asked me to wash him. I started with his neck and worked my way down his body, ending with his cock, which still stood rock hard. I raked the cloth gently over his member, trying not to arouse him further, when a soft moan escaped his throat. I released him quickly and he stepped under the water to rinse off, pulling me with him.

  He held me tightly under the water and kissed me fiercely. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my belly. “I want you so badly to take you right now, but we’re on a tight schedule. I’ll wait for you outside the shower.”

  I was thankful that Garrett left me to finish up in the shower. I made quick work of things and grabbed a towel to start drying off as I stepped out of the shower.

  I found him leaning against the sink with a small towel around his waist, watching me dry myself with frank appreciation.

  “What I wouldn’t give to be that towel right now,” he said in admiration, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to distract himself from my drying skills. He removed his towel and pulled on a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He dried his hair some more before running a comb through his lengthy locks.

  I noticed that his beard was a bit heavier this morning and watched in amazement as he picked up a trimmer and groomed it to look like a mere splattering of bristle amongst his face. So that’s how he does it.

  “Admiring the view?” he asked jokingly.

  I found myself bold enough to respond. “Actually, I am.”

  I walked over to the counter and found a black lace push-up bra, matching lace thong, and garter belt with nude silk stockings sitting there. I was admittedly intimidated by the sexiness of the items. I had no objection to the lace, but had never really pushed to wear thongs or garters before. I don’t even think I knew how to use garters. Do they just hook on?

  I could sense his eyes on me, waiting for me to get dressed. To my surprise, the thong fit wonderfully and wasn’t uncomfortable like I had first feared. The bra was also a perfect fit and extremely flattering, giving my breasts a little extra lift. The garter belt was another story; I turned it over and over in my hands and as I’d feared, couldn’t figure out how to put it on.

  Sensing my hesitation, Garrett took the belt from my hands, holding it low to the ground and inviting me to step into it. He helped me pull it up to just below my waist, handed me the stockings, and told me to take a seat at the vanity. I inched the delicate stockings up my legs and watched him bite his lip and mutter under his breath as he showed me to clip them into place. As I stood up, he whistled his approval.

  I could see that he was still quite aroused by my appearance and was thankful when he walked back over to his side of the sink to finish up and then left the bathroom to get dressed.

  I made quick work of brushing my teeth, putting on a hint of makeup and then drying my hair. There was some humidity in the bathroom, helping make my hair slightly curly today.

  I entered the bedroom to find Garrett in a pair of gray pinstriped pants and buttoning his crisp, white linen shirt; a red tie, black dress shoes and a matching suit coat lay on the bed next to him. I felt more than a little self-conscious walking around in my bra, underwear, and the fancy garters, but tried my best to look like the confident scientist he’d just hired. I unzipped the back of my dress, pulled it off the hanger and gently eased it over my head.

  “Here, allow me.”

  His words startled me at first, but then I welcomed the assistance as he guided the dress down my abdomen and over my hips. I started to reach for the zipper but found his hands already easing it into place.

  “I love this dress on you Laurel. Did you pick it out?”

  “Actually, my mom took me shopping the last time she was here and insisted I get some more ‘attractive’ clothes, so she bought me this and the one I wore the other night to dinner.” I wasn’t sure whether I should admit the next piece of information to him, but went for it, with my voice shaking. “I’ve shied away from anything to tight-fitting or sexy, because of what happened with Chase. He said I dressed lik
e I wanted it, so…”

  He pulled me close to his chest in a tender embrace, comforting me. “That guy is a jerk. It’s not your fault, Laurel. Nothing you did enticed him. It didn’t matter what you wore, he would’ve probably still hurt you. I just hope I never run into him.” He stroked my hair. “Know that you are beautiful and look very flattering in this dress.”

  Garrett’s words comforted me and I felt tranquility in his embrace. I prayed the move would sever all communication attempts Chase had tried to make over the past year and I hoped Garrett would never find out that I still looked over my shoulder every once in a while, afraid Chase was behind me.

  “Thank you,” I managed to say as I leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

  I found my favorite heart necklace on the bedside table and quickly put it on. “By chance is my jewelry case or a few pieces of it around? There’s a pair of earrings that I’d planned to wear with my dress.”

  “I think there might be a few pieces in the front zipper of your large suitcase,” he said, smiling. “Your necklace is really sweet. I notice you always wear it; does it have special meaning?”

  I reached up, touching the large golden open-heart that hung on a gold rope chain, and smiled. “My parents gave it to me last Christmas. It’s the only piece of real gold jewelry that I own. I rarely take it off, because I consider it my good luck charm.”

  I went over to my suitcase, hoping that Hannah had given them directions on what to pack. I didn’t see my shabby burgundy cloth jewelry case, a hand-me-down from one of my cousins, but a new, Coach, leather zippered jewelry case, something I most certainly didn’t own. That little sneak! I took it out questionably and sat down on the edge of the bed, unzipping it slowly, as if something was going to jump out and grab me. To my astonishment, I found a pair of gold diamond stud earrings that looked well over a half carat each and a gold tennis bracelet with small diamonds and a small puffy heart dangling from it. Words left me; I was in complete shock. I finally looked up at Garrett and saw him grinning, amused at my expression.