Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

“Kings, do you always leave the shower running when you’re done?” His smile is mischievous. He looks guilty, but pleased.

“It’s running because L is in there showering, where I left her to clean up.”

Ugh!

“Kings! My God! Boundaries, they exist! Learn them!” I sit up and toss the pillow from under my head straight at his smug face. I’m sure there is such a thing as too close to your brother. If so, sign us up for the too-personal-to-be-related Olympics, we’d win every round.

I hop out of bed, fully awake, the imagery I didn’t need in my head playing in the forefront.

“Have fun, horn dogs!” I yell over the shutting door. I make my way down the hall and knock on our door. I forgot my key last night in my rush to get to Kings. The door flings open and I’m pulled inside, almost losing consciousness when I’m thrown against the wall. Trey’s lips land on mine, completely animalistic and needy. His tongue is licking over my lips and then meeting mine, for a game of who can kiss harder. I moan into his mouth and reach down to grab his tight, firm ass. He is all man, and I’m all woman. I want him to take over my body and never relinquish the control back. Last night’s dream combined with my need to protect him from my mother’s harsh words, is making me want him bad.

“I don’t know what the fuck you are made of, but you’re goddamn addicting.” He pushes his hands up the back of my neck, gripping my hair and tugging it with enough force that it causes a pleasurable sensation to creep down my spine and land straight at my core.

“I was only gone for a night. You shouldn’t need me that much.” His teeth nip at my earlobe and he soothes it with the flick of his warm, wet tongue. Dang, I want to leave every night. Especially if this is how coming home will be.

“Haven’t I told you time and again that my need for you will never be sated? My need for you will always be insatiable.” As if my hot button was attached to the vibration in his voice, my body floods with arousal.

“I missed you too, baby.” That’s all I say, which he accepts. Those five words get me naked in a short minute. Moving to the bed, I slowly grind against him, trying to find steady friction. My core is aching to a point of pain. I want to be filled by him again.

“I want you to ride me, baby,” he murmurs in the crook of my shoulder, while his teeth graze up the column of my neck, like a razor. He pulls back and gives me his eyes. We come to a silent agreement with one look. He bites his lip and reaches down to his cock. He holds it to the center of my core and barely thrust his hips up into me. The head of him nudging between my opening.

“Ride it, baby.” I don’t need to be asked twice, just as eager to get him inside of me, as he is to be inside of me. I slowly take my time sliding down him, my knees spreading farther apart the deeper he goes. My head rolls back when I’m filled and fully seated on him. Once I’m comfortable with his fit, I grab his hands that are running up and down my burning thighs and place them on each of my hips.

“Help me ride you.”

“Fuck, you dirty girl.” I am dirty.

“Does that feel good, Trey?” I circle my hips in a slow, torturous rhythm and watch his head fall back into the plush pillow. His Adam’s apple moves tightly against his stretched skin and he moans.

“Yeah, baby, it feels fucking deadly.” I stop moving, willing him to look up at me. I’m enjoying this feeling of complete control.

“You’re too big, I need you to help me.” I bite my lip and thrust one time. I’m being a temptress, and I don’t care if he knows it. This is my man, and I’m claiming him. He complies, grabbing my hips, his thumbs gripping down as he lifts me and slams me down again, impaling me.

“Uh!” My moan is so loud, a mixture of pain and euphoria. Holy cow, this is raw. I love this side of him, where he loses control, smiling up at me in arousal. He continues to help me slide up and down his length, and I feel the nerves bundling tight in my stomach. I’m so close.

“Pinch your clit, baby.” Reaching down, I do what he says and pinch my clit, sensation hits me like an impact from a train. I moan and squeeze tightly around his cock.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, like your pussy is hungry for me.”

I look down at him, his eyes are darker, the blue now a deeper shade, his pupils dilated. He thrusts up into me one more time and I feel the warmth of his cum shoot up in me. Just knowing he’s coming inside me bare, and with brutal thrusts, causes me to come again.

“Ride it out, baby, use my cock.” I do exactly that, taking my pleasure from him.

Minutes pass and I’m still catching my breath, lying sweaty against each other while we let reality find us in our euphoric state.

“I dreamed about my prom night last night.” He’s stroking my hair; the rhythm is smooth and very calming.

“You did? What did you dream about, beautiful?” I cast my gaze on his sated look, he looks relaxed, unfazed, and uninterested in anything but him and me.

“I just remember how amazing you were to me back then. I mean you’re still amazing but you were so kind, you took care of me. So many times.” I lay my head back down on his chest, on the spot he has warranted as mine.

“You’re my girl, you always have been. Didn’t I tell you the day of graduation that I would always be the one there for you?” He sure did. I reward his memory with a kiss to his chest, just above his heart.

“You sure did, handsome. Won my heart before I even knew I was in the game.”

“That’s how I work, baby. How’s Kings? I was worried about him last night.” The fact that he not only took care of my best friend last night but he’s worried about Kingston too, is a double whammy.

“He was pretty torn up. He loves her, Trey, like love, loves her.”