Trey kept going, kept her deliciously full, hitting all the spots, even a few that she wasn’t aware existed. She writhed against him, taking even as he gave. Finally, after a few more incredible moments of chasing her pleasure, she came undone. She shattered and unraveled, throwing her head back against the door and crying out as the pleasure claimed every single muscle and bone. She writhed and groaned and rocked shamelessly as the waves crashed over her.
Trey’s thrusts became more erratic. She could literally feel her muscles clenching and working with the aftershocks of her climax. She knew he was close by the way his breaths rasped in and out of his lungs, by the shudders wracking his body and the erratic thrusts. He’d said he was going to pull out. She didn’t want him to. She knew that it was pretty damn intimate to take him like she was, bareback, no condom. She trusted the pill implicitly. She’d been on it for so long and never had a scare. That wasn’t why he’d said he’d pull out. It was that… coming inside of her was crazy intimate. It was way too intimate, way too fast, but suddenly she didn’t want him to leave.
“Come, Trey,” she groaned against his ear. “Don’t pull out. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“Fuck, Ambi….” Trey’s hips went wild, pinning her to the door as he churned inside of her. He came violently, his thrusts rocking them so hard that she was sure her spine was going to be bruised from the hard steel at her back or that they might actually break the door down. His groan filled up the tiny room, echoing between them. He seated himself deep and she felt the heat flood her from inside.
She clung to him, to his sweat-soaked skin, her face next to his, nestled against his granite jawline. They came down together, shuddering and breaking until the pleasure had subsided and they were left with the afterglow. And the aftermath.
Trey slowly let her back down to the floor and reality came crashing back. He passed her the discarded panties and the rest of her clothes, which she hastily pulled on while he did the same. When they were fully dressed, sans winter outerwear, they finally had to face each other.
“Trey,” she breathed. “What did we just do? We- we shouldn’t have- it was- too fast.”
“I promise I’ll last longer next time.” Trey flashed her a wicked grin and Ambi groaned in frustration. Of course, he’d purposely misunderstand her.
“You know what I mean. God. This is a huge mess. I- we…” She glanced around. She was in a janitor’s closet, for goodness sakes. With Trey. She still hadn’t sorted out her feelings for him. She didn’t even know if she wanted to admit that she did have feelings. Everything was a huge mess. It was time to put on her big girl panties and act with an ounce of professionalism again. “We can’t do this until after the Christmas party.” She waved her hand, indicating the space between them. “I mean, whatever this is. Seriously. I have a job to do. I want to do it. We need to just- uh- take a step back until I can figure out how to do that properly.”
Trey’s jaw ticked, but he eventually nodded. “Alright. Agreed. I’ll leave you alone until after the party, but after that, Ambi, I make no promises.”
The rush of heat that swept through her shouldn’t have been half as thrilling as it was. She had a serious problem. A big, six-foot something problem with dazzling eyes and a charming smile. An entire package of mayhem that had once again managed to uproot her entire life and turn her world on its end.
“We are not having the party here. Ever. I’m picking the last venue. I’ll send menus over this afternoon.”
“Ambi-”
She put up her hand, cutting him off. “I’ll have all the other details taken care of. Please, Trey, you have to give me a break here. Until after the party.”
“Fine. It’s only in a few weeks. I guess I can cool off and let you do your job. You’re coming, by the way.”
“C-coming?” It sounded like too much of an innuendo not to be, and she felt stupid when he clarified.
“Yeah. To the party.”
“What? N-no. I- I don’t do that. I just plan it. I’ll have everything running smoothly and by that time, I’ll hand it over to you.”
“No way.” Trey shook his head. “That’s a new stipulation. You have to be there.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.” Right. As if that was going to deter him, but it was the best she could come up with at the moment, short of using the old hat, she had to stay home and wash her hair excuse. Did anyone still use that? With hair like hers, it could seriously pass for truth. It did usually take her the better part of an hour to deal with it.