Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

“Relax, baby, let me make you feel good.”

“You are, God, you are!” Mewling, she grabs the sheets in her hands. I’m mesmerized; watching her find pleasure and take it is almost as good as what it feels to be the one getting the pleasure.

“You ever come before, baby?” I lean forward and kiss her lips, licking the seams.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“What a shame, you look so fucking good taking pleasure, baby.” I take it as a personal mission to make her come so hard she craves my touch every second of every day.” I rub circles against her spot deep inside that sets her off.

“Trey, it’s too much, it feels weird, it tingles.”

“That’s it, feel that sensation and let go, don’t fight it, baby,” I whisper in her ear, licking her earlobe.

“Oh my God!” Moving my face back to hers, only inches apart, she reaches up to grab my hair, locking her gaze on me. Biting her lip, her forehead creases and her brows draw in. I feel her pulsing and clamping down on me, then a wave of juices coats my fingers. I feel our connection grow stronger while I watch her hit her high then crash to her low. Fuck, I’m in trouble.

Rolling to the side of her, I silently pull her back into me and adjust her across my chest—her spot. My hands roam aimlessly over the curve of her lower back. Words aren’t needed, we just enjoy the quiet. Processing the moment we just shared. I’m never gonna forget that, it will forever be seared into my mind. A few minutes later I hear her breathing turn shallow, telling me she’s asleep. I slowly drift off myself, knowing that tomorrow will be a whole different thing; the relationship between us will be stronger.

Shayla

MY ALARM AND A delicious heat against my back wake me up the next morning. I stretch, shutting off the incessant beeping coming from the nightstand. Rolling back over, I come face-to-face with a sleeping Trey. He looks beautiful. I know men don’t like to be called beautiful, but he really is. Maybe it’s the way he touched me last night and explored me in ways I’ve never been explored before. He made me feel so incredible, completely owned me and built this connection that wasn’t there before with me.

Whatever it is, I don’t want to change it. His sandy blond hair is sticking up in all different directions, his lips are still red from our make out session, they are slightly parted and the softest snore is making its way out. His arm rests across his bare, muscular chest moving with each inhale and exhale. All I want to do is kiss him, waking him up with my lips taking a journey along his body. I’m so screwed.

“Keep looking at me like I’m your breakfast and you may not get to leave this bed for actual food.”

I jump a little, completely startled. I can’t believe he caught me gawking at his body like a piece of meat.

“You would like that, but we both have things to do today. So, up you go!” Sitting up to leave the bed, I’m pulled back down quickly. Before I realize what’s going on, I’m under him and he’s covering my body with his warm skin.

“You wish. It’s Sunday, let’s play hooky and cuddle all day. I just want to spend time with my beautiful girl.”

That gives me instant butterflies. The good kind that makes your toes curl.

“Yeah, I’d love that but we have a ton of new shipments coming in the store today, and I need to get them ready for a photo shoot tomorrow.” I watch disappointment wash over his perfectly stubbled face, making me want to take back what I’ve said. Staying in bed with Trey sounds more appealing. I hate working on weekends.

“You’re right, Kings and I have an out-of-state band using the studio and they want to do a session today. Sucks being the boss, you can’t enjoy the weekends like we used to.”

“What kind of music is it?” I ask, playing with the hair at the crook of his neck. Loving the way he moves his head in the slightest way so I’ll hit the spot he wants the most.

“They’re pop punk, with a little more electronic and techno. They’re called the Roes. They have a big following here, but they live in Arizona.”

“That’s weird, why are they coming here then?” Distracting me with kisses on my neck, he lightly sucks the skin above my collarbone. Okay, no talking, more kissing.

“Well, they heard we have a good reputation with some local and big name bands. When people know we’ve signed and produced some awesome musicians, they jump on it. So really, I’m pretty legit, right, babe?”

I bite my lip and a quiet moan leaves my mouth, his teeth lightly nip the spot between my shoulder and neck, making me fall into a haze. That haze being Trey Adams, my personal kryptonite. He’s pretty legit in all definitions of that word.

“Last night was amazing, baby, your body is fucking beautiful.”

My heart keeps pounding in my chest, and I can’t help but want to do it again. Remembering his long, skilled fingers touching me like no one ever has before. I’ve never been touched or even touched myself. He’s the first man to get a glimpse of me like that.

“I want to touch you again.” He sucks on my ear and slips his hands into my panties, touching my core with soft touches. Then he inserts first one finger then another, and I moan his name in protest.

He takes delicious time, stroking inside me, while his mouth spends time on my neck, licking and sucking. I giggle when his scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickles up the column of my neck. His lips travel farther down, stopping to suck on my shoulder, where he marks me.

Inserting another finger, I writhe in pleasure. It feels amazing. Lifting his head back, he looks down with hooded eyes at our connection, watching his fingers disappear and reappear over and over again. The fire in his eyes, and the heat from his touch brings me close to the edge. I don’t know if it’s normal to come this easily. I heard most girls take a long time to get off; I think it’s just Trey and his skillful ways.

“Trey, it’s too much, baby. I can’t fight this feeling.”