His For More Than One Night

Swallowing hard, I move off, onto my knees. In all the times before, Trey would take control. My heart pounds fast, memories bubble up, I push them back. No ghosts. The head of his cock is slick, and I lick slowly, savoring the taste of him after so long without. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I stroke him, and am rewarded by a groan of my name. As I suck the tip, my tongue teases the small slit while I continue to stroke down, and once I reach the base I squeeze the small, tight sac, as he likes me to do. Curses fall from his lips in a groan, and I look up to see him looking as if he’s being tortured. A strange feeling of giddiness sweeps over me. It makes me hungrier, and I take him deeper and deeper.

I’m lost in him. The taste of him is all I know. Sooner than I’m ready for, his cock begins to jerk in my throat, and I ease him out to taste all of him. Not nearly enough of him is in my mouth, but it’s enough to be satisfied. Milking him gently, knowing he’s sensitive, I allow him to fall from my mouth.

My name is a sigh of air from him. I lie down on him and listen to the reassuring thumping of his heartbeat.

“Your mouth is heaven on this earth, second only to being inside your pussy. I want to be annoyed you can talk me out of my plans, now it just means I can last inside you longer. I want you to ride my mouth now, and when you come you’re going to ride my cock.”

Sliding up his body, I revel in the feeling of his skin against mine. I settle over him as he instructed. His fingers open me wide for him, and his tongue is everywhere. Long, searching strokes intermingle with light flicks, causing me to send my hands in his hair, the need to touch him so strong I can’t fight it. Trey knows my body, knows every spot that causes me to sob in need, and he’s using the knowledge now, keeping me on the edge not letting me fall over. I can’t take any more, and begin rocking on his tongue and chin in desperation. I’m crashing through waves of ecstasy and quaking so strongly I collapse on him.

Trey lifts me and settles me down on his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

“The taste of you, baby... I need you like I need air. You said you dreamed of me, it was the same for me. There were times I swear I woke up with the taste of you on my tongue. I would reach for you, and when I came up empty, I promised I would make you pay for the torture of being without you. Now, all I want is to make up for lost time.” Fingers find me wet as he sinks into me. “You’re so hot and swollen. Can you take me now or do you need more time?”

I answer him by pushing myself up and moving over him. The sight of his thick cock disappearing inside is almost as good as the feel of him entering me. I lay my hands flat on his chest, and my whole body is tuned into the moment when there’s nothing between us and he’s completely inside me, filling me up and making me whole again. For the first time, I’m grateful for the light. Watching him is a high, and when I begin to move on him, we’re both gasping for air. I had yet to ride him without clinging to his chest. Now, I’m moving up and over him, and the new feeling is so good I want to cry for the times I missed feeling this good. His hands on my hips aren’t guiding as he did before; he seems only able to cling to me. Faster I move, my hands on his chest giving me the balance I would never be able to maintain on my own. Close, so close, my pussy is clutching frantically, and I’m whimpering. Trey understands, and takes over now. He’s as frantic as I was, and with only three hard and fast strokes he sends us both into our orgasm.

My arms give out and he catches me, rolling me onto my side. When he begins to pull out of me, I stop him, murmuring that I want to feel him inside me longer. His chuckle is light, and he simply holds me close. That’s how I fall asleep, happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Chapter Nine

Trey is kissing me awake. “Best alarm clock ever,” I whisper.

His laughter has me smiling. “So, I’m an alarm clock now?”

“I said the best alarm clock ever. How much time do we have?” I ask as I move against him.

Groaning, he rolls out of bed, and then his hands are around my wrists, pulling me after him. “Not as long I want, but enough time if we shower together.”

Following my nose to the kitchen, I find more than just coffee waiting. “You can cook?”

“For you, yes. I can crack open some eggs and do toast. I would have been happy to cook at your place. I still can’t believe all you have is a single soup pan. I know you love your cereal, but you need something more solid to keep up your strength after last night.

Sit and eat. I’ll drop you off at the store. I know in this traffic you’d probably get there faster on the El, but I like knowing you get there safely.”

The eggs are good, and I’m almost embarrassed at how quickly I eat them. “Thanks, that was good. I’ll clean up.”

“No worries. I have lady who comes in and cleans up after me while I’m out for the day. Then I have a service come in and deep clean twice a week, because she’s not quite up to it at her age.”

“That must be nice for a housekeeper to have staff.”

“Miriam’s been with our family for ages. She came with the house. As she’s gotten older, the service became something Alan needed. The thought of letting her go simply never crossed his mind. My mother adores her and would be upset if she was let go. She’ll go when she’s ready to retire.”

“So Alan used to live here? Is that what you meant the first night?”

“Yes, my parents and Alan and his fiancée were all staying here. But even if it had been empty I would have come up with an excuse to get to your place. I had no intention of letting you slip away.”

“Really, even the first night?”

“Since the first night.”

I’m having a hard time believing it, he can tell.

Sighing, he settles his chin on his palm. “Confession time, I watched video of you working the floor for about twenty hours. I wanted to know more about you and why you had put up with so much crap for so long. Alan thought I didn’t trust his decision, it wasn’t that, it was simple curiosity. After watching the tapes, I knew he was right. You were good and you deserved the position. I also thought you had the sweetest ass I had ever seen. It was pretty embarrassing to realize I was turned on watching you. Then, after reading through your file, I admired your hard work, your eagerness to learn, and the people that worked under you and with you spoke highly of you.

So I was hard for you before I ever met you, but I really didn’t think anything would come of it. When I saw you in the pub that night, I watched you for way too long. I was sure you were waiting on someone. Then when it looked like you had given up, I couldn’t let you walk away

without trying. On the way across the room, I told myself it was crazy, and almost wished there would be something wrong with you that would turn me off.”

Shock has me frozen, and he smiles and nods at my unspoken question. Then sadness overcomes me. “Too bad you didn’t know something was wrong with me in the pub. It would have saved you time and effort. By the time we were back to my place, it was too late.”