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“I said okay, Tylar,” he replied slightly agitated.
I couldn’t imagine anyone not getting along with Ian. Trey was just stubborn about certain things.
After breakfast, I found ground sirloin in the freezer and the rest of the ingredients to make a pot of chili. I browned the meat with diced onions and peppers. I found a crock pot in the cupboard. Twenty minutes later, the chili was in the crock pot cooking and the kitchen was cleaned up. Next, I busied myself by unpacking my boxes of clothes and shoes from Radcliff. My clothes would not even fill the smaller walk-in closet. Not yet anyway. I knew that some of my clothes would be tight already, so I left those in the boxes. I'd have Gina help me put some work outfits together when she came over this afternoon. I stowed my shoes in the cubbies in the closet. My ‘fuck me’ heels were the last ones to be put away. I finished unpacking my suitcase, grabbing the gift bag from The Sextique Shop and tucking the Jack Rabbit in a closet drawer. I found another tissue-wrapped item at the bottom of the bag. I pulled the paper off of the box. It was a remote control silver bullet vibrator. Batteries included. It had 10 different speeds and vibration patterns and was remote-activated from 23 feet away.
Wow!
Snickering, I gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom hamper. As I passed Trey’s study, I poked my head in, “Trey do you have a laundry room in the apartment?”
“It’s off the kitchen,” he replied, barely looking up. “Hey, but Mrs. Harris can do the laundry this week.”
“It’s okay, I want to do it.” I replied, headed down the hall.
Trey’s laundry room was as big as his den. I found the detergent and softener and started the first load of lights, washing in hot and rinsing in cold. The chili aroma wafted fragrantly from the kitchen. I found a wooden spoon and gave it a stir. I didn’t hear Trey come up behind me. He encircled me in his arms, causing me to scream in fear.
“I’m sorry, baby!” he said, releasing me, studying my face.
“Trey, you nearly made my heart stop,” I gasped.
“I'm so sorry, Tylar, I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”
“I will be…” I replied, holding onto the counter.
“Seeing you doing all this domestic stuff makes me horny,” he said, giving me a knowing smile.
“So does that mean I need to be worried about Mrs. Harris during the week?” I joked, looking up into his smoldering eyes.
“Unh unh, baby,” he said softly, his hands framing my face. He lowered his mouth to mine; his tongue gently probed my mouth, swirling around mine with passion and hunger. I could feel him harden against me. I kissed him back, my tongue exploring his mouth softly as my hand moved down, capturing his hardness beneath his jeans. He moaned as I stroked the length of him. I tugged at the button on his fly. His hand moved mine aside, unbuttoning his fly and lowering his zipper. He leaned against the kitchen counter.
My hand reached in, freeing his hard cock from his boxers. I gently played with it, feeling the clear droplet of fluid that gathered at the tip. I kneeled in front of him and licked the droplet from the head, closing my mouth around it. I took his full length into my mouth, sucking his shaft, allowing my tongue to dance around his girth. He moaned as his cock grew in my mouth. Drawing me up to him, he carried me to the sofa in front of the lit fireplace. He stood me in front of him, my back to him as he slid my jeans over my hips, followed by my panties. I stepped out of them as his hands pulled me backward onto his lap.
His jeans were still on and I was fully naked on top of him. I felt him position my sex close to the head of his member, his fingers gently probing in and out of my wet orifice from behind. He lowered me further down, his hands on each of my hips. He lightly pushed my shoulders forward so that my backside tilted up toward him at a slight angle. He was taking charge and it made me so hot for him. He lowered me slowly down onto his erection. I heard him suck his breath in loudly.
“Aah,” I moaned, taking him deep. I was going to come fast in this position. He knew it. He lowered one hand, taking the hood of my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently over and over again. I flexed my hips, moving up and down on him, whimpering with pleasure.
“God, Tylar, come for me” he said, his movements quickening. The sound of his smooth and silky voice was the tiny push I needed to cross over into an explosive, electrifying orgasm.
He peaked too and we came together, our bodies shuddering with spasms of release caught in a swirling vortex of pleasure. He cried my name out as his last shudder emptied himself into me. I sat back, resting against his chest. His hand lifted my hair; his lips and tongue traced the back of my neck. I shivered.
“Did you like that Tylar?” he asked, kissing my neck.
“Just a little,” I replied, grinning like an idiot. “You know we’re going to have to shower again, don’t you?” I asked. “This whole room smells like sex. Gina and Ian will be here in an hour.”
“But I like smelling like you,” Trey protested.
“Come on, let’s shower,” I said pulling his arm up to stand. “And you'll put clean jeans on,” I advised.
An hour later, showered and dressed in clean clothes, the doorman rang that Ian and Gina were in the lobby. Trey buzzed them up. I checked my chili again, it smelled delicious and I was famished.
The doorbell rang and I ran to answer it. Gina was first in, hugging me as if it had been months instead of a little over a week since she'd seen me last. Ian was next and I formally introduced him to Trey; I wasn’t sure if they had officially met the night of my birthday. Ian was glad that Trey had the game on; both guys were Falcons fans. Trey pulled beers from the fridge and they got comfortable in front of the flat screen like old friends. I signaled Gina to follow me for a tour of the apartment. We ended the tour in the master suite, which she adored. I showed her my own walk-in closet.
“Why does Trey have more clothes than you?”
“Probably because he has a job where he needs to look professional and because he can afford them,” I replied.
“That’s just wrong on so many levels,” she commented. “Hey—what does a lawyer get when you give him Viagra?”
I rolled my eyes at her, “What?” I replied.
