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“Yes, you can. Say it.” I urge. “Go on, say it, beautiful. Say you’re mine. That's all I want to hear.”My voice almost a whisper as I lean down and capture her lips softly.
Slowing my thrusts, I push all the way in, then pull out almost to the tip then ram my dick back inside her. I want more but I hold back as she screams. “Ahhh.”
“Let it go, baby. Say the words.” I demand. I’m ready to blow, I need her to say them soon.
“No.” Teasing her a bit more, I reach between us pressing my finger against her sweet nub again. “Oh fuck!” she bears down, pushing against me as hard she can, but until I hear her words, I just press every button I can. “Oh, fucking hell, Troy.” She growls. “I’m your… I’m yours.” She stutters and shouts all at the same time, but she says it, even if it is in the midst of orgasm.
She falls over the edge almost immediately and a smile pulls at my mouth as I watch her pant, her eyelids shutting while she tries to get her breathing under control. Tightly gripping her hips, I thrust as hard as I can over and over until finally, I find my own release, emptying myself inside her, slowing my movements as a shudder vibrates through my whole body and I drop my forehead to rest on her chest.
When we’ve come backto earth, I ease myself from inside her and clean us up before getting into bed beside her, but she rolls to her side turning her back on me. I guess I deserved that, but I didn’t expect her to be quite so cold. I’m awake a long time after she dozes off, slipping my hands behind my head and try to relax but it doesn’t come. There’s still too much I need to tell Emily, and it plays way too much on my mind.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
EMILY
The strong smell of coffee wafts right up my nose as I hit the last step of the staircase. I reach the doorway of the kitchen and this time it’s my turn to stand and stare. I clench my thighs at the sight before me, a tingle running right through my core as Troy stands at the counter in grey joggers and nothing else, with his strong back on display for me to admire. While his joggers hang low on his hips, I nibble lightly on the corner of my lip as he walks to the fridge. The waistband sits just above his backside revealing the dimples in the bottom of his back, a flush creeps up over my body and my mouth waters, desperate to run my tongue from the bottom of his spine right up to the top.
Biting down on the plumpness of my bottom lip, I know I will probably always feel something there for him, I just don’t want to openly admit that I’m ready to hand myself over to him on a plate. Even after the two mind-blowing orgasms he gave me last night, I purposely turned away from him. It stopped me from getting sentimental and being rejected when he didn’t want to cuddle - been there done that. I’m not about to wear that t-shirt again. After I opened my eyes and saw him there watching me, I was so embarrassed, but then there’s that side of me that loved it. It was so erotic. I’ve never thought about whether I want to be watched but honestly it turned me on so much, and as soon as he touched me it was like flicking a switch inside of me.
I’m so entranced with him. I’m not able to take my eyes off him, they eat him up like a meal I’m starving for. He’s bent over, looking for something in the fridge, and I know I’m staring but I can’t help it. He moves out of my line of sight and the door to the fridge closes with a soft thud. “Enjoy your look?” Hearing the smug amusement in his voice breaks my trance and as I bring my gaze to his I find him grinning. He caught me.Great! His head cocks to the side as he laughs, I have no words for him. No comeback: he’s left me speechless. I’m surprised I’m not fucking drooling if I’m totally honest. “Coffee?” he tries a different question, this one I can answer.
“Please, yeah.” Sauntering over to me, he reaches up and grips the top of the door frame, his naked body brushing mine. His thumb and finger grasp my chin tilting my head and settles his gaze on mine. I force myself to breath as my eyes fall in his perfect, plump lips… God, I want them on me again, on and in every single part of me. This is bad. No. I can’t give in. Brushing his thumb over my lips, my heart quickens its pace and I have that fluttering feeling again. My greedy gaze watches his tongue as it darts between his lips, his breathing is as quick as mine, then his head tilts, like everything is slow motion. He stops just millimetres from me, I try to push his arm out of the way, but he tenses.I need out of this situation. “Excuse me.” Quickly ducking beneath his arm, I cross the kitchen and stay as far away as I possibly can turning to the counter and lean on it trying to get my breathing back to normal. I stand back up after a couple of deep inhales and exhales, then turn around to him.
“No work today?”
“No. I don’t work on weekends.” Troy answers.
“Must be nice.”I answer watching hi, pour the water into the cups and stirring them.
“Depends on my plans,” he passes my coffee to me, I take it, sipping it carefully. “I didn’t think you’d be awake yet; you were sound asleep when I got up.”
“I have to go to the gallery. I’ve got some paintings being picked up at noon today. I was going to have a cuppa and shower and make my way there.” I try to avoid his stare. I know he’s thinking the same as me and wants to mention last night but I won’t, so he doesn’t need to.
“I can drive you, if you like?” Troy says lifting his cup to his lips and taking a gulp of his own.
“Why do I need you to do that when I can drive myself?” I answer his question with a question.
“It was just an offer, Em,” He sighs. “I have nothing else to do other than go over a bit of paperwork.”
“No thanks.” I reply subtly.
“Fine.” He says with a finality.
“Tell me, what is the point in me sleeping in your bed during this little arrangement.”
I see strutted towards me, a grin playing on his lips until he’s right in front of me. Reaching my hands behind me, I grip tightly onto the edge while he presses his hands to the counter on either side of me. “Well, I wanted that sexy body next to mine and I thought locking you in a bedroom would be frowned upon…” My eyebrow lifts, I must look as shocked as hell, a deep chuckle falls from his lips before going on, “And anyway, I would’ve missed last night's show if I was in another room, this way you can’t get away from me.” I’m just at the right height to watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard.
I hide the desire that’s getting me all hot and bothered and pretend to be disgusted, curling my lip at his comment. “Ugh.” I grumble. A frown tugging at my brows, “I have to get ready for work.” He takes a step back and I gulp my coffee down making the short distance to the sink. Hoping to get upstairs without event, I take quick steps to pass him but when he pulls me back.
“Ah, ah.” Troy grins pulling me back around to face him, “How about a good morning kiss?” He likes to think he’s the only one that can gain the upper hand between us... rolling my eyes I step closer to him. I’ll show him that two can play his little game. I push to my tiptoes clutching his sides and plant my lips on his, taking total control of the kiss as his arms wrap around my back. Trailing my fingers over his warm skin, I cup his neck in my hands as he growls his eagerness making me smile as I pull away. His hard cock brushes my belly. “Maybe I’ll fuck you on this counter and make you late for work?”
“Let’s just get one thing clear Troy, I’m not that innocent seventeen-year-old anymore, I can give as good as I get, so don’t think your little games are going to have me running like a scared little girl.” I turn the tables again, reaching between us and palm his erection, cupping his balls and squeeze them softly before dragging my fingers slowly to the top of his shaft. “You should probably do something about that.” I smile twisting away from him. My heart’s beating out of my chest, but I feel victorious. And for the first time in days, I feel like I’ve got a hold on the situation. I walk away with my head held high. I even get almost halfway up the staircase, until Troy wraps his arm tightly around my waist from behind and lifts me from the floor. An excited squeal escapes through my lips as I tug at his fingers trying to get him to release me.
W reach the top and puts me down but doesn’t release me, “Did you enjoy that?” He growls in my ear. “Don’t think you can poke the devil and get away with it.”
He charges across the landing until we’re in the bedroom. Once I’m on my feet again he presses against the back of my shoulder, nudging me just hard enough for me to lose my balance and land chest down on the mattress. He rests his hands on the bed on either side of my head and I feel his lips at my ear, “Oh and for the record, I don’t want to scare you Em, I want to make you scream.” His teeth latch on to my ear lobe and nibbles before replacing his teeth with his tongue then soothes it. My pussy throbs with need and my breaths are quick and heavy. His hands disappear but then I feel my t-shirt being pushed up my back and over my head. As I’m dragging it from my arms, my bra loosens, and his lips connect with the middle of my back. He goes onto to strip every piece of clothing from my body, telling me when to lift to help him with his mission.
“Do you need me to lift again?” I ask, my voice thick with lust. It’s then I feel him tugging at my underwear, tightening them against my skin until they’re almost cutting into me. I hear the tear as he yanks harder, sure the elastic was going to leave a mark. With my underwear in half, he roughly parts my legs and his fingers are driving inside of me again.
