I wasn’t going to argue with that. Not only was his place closer, but I’d been curious to see where he was living.
Troy drove faster than the legal limit all the way home. You weren’t going to hear me complain, though. At one point, he turned on some music—Frank Sinatra’s “The Lady is a Tramp.” I chuckled. Yes. Yes, I am right now, and I don’t need to be judged, Frank. I was about to get laid so good with this man tonight.
Troy’s dad’s house was a narrow, brick structure on a fairly busy residential street. Troy used his key to open the door, and we were greeted by a beautiful cat.
“Hey, Patrick! We have a visitor,” Troy announced.
“So this is the famous Patrick.” I knelt down to pet the kitty between his ears. He closed his eyes and purred. Patrick’s fur was multicolored with stripes. “He’s cuter than I ever imagined.”
“Don’t stroke his ego. He’ll never leave you alone tonight. And I sort of want you to myself.”
Then Troy grabbed my hand and led me to his room—which turned out to be a virtual time capsule. There were trophies up on a shelf and photos on the wall of many people we went to high school with.
“Has this place changed at all in ten years?”
“Pretty pathetic, right? Like I told you, this isn’t the house I grew up in, but my dad basically transferred all the crap from my old room to this one after he moved out of the house we shared with my grandparents. I wasn’t living in Meadowbrook when he bought this place, so I have nothing to do with the décor or this shrine to me.”
“I think it’s adorable. It would only be strange if you lived here full time and kept it like this.”
I walked over to one of the photos of Troy and rubbed my finger over the image of his youthful face.
“What are you thinking when you look at that guy?” he asked.
I sighed. “What an asshole.” I placed my hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding.” But I shook my head as I turned back to the photo. “Looking at this makes it all seem like yesterday.”
“Is that photo giving you PTSD?” He blew out his cheeks. “Maybe bringing you here was a bad idea.”
I gripped his shirt and spoke in a seductive tone. “I’ll get over it soon enough.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure of that.”
I looked down. His erection was straining against his jeans. He was ready, but unfortunately my mind had taken a bit of a detour. I looked back over at the photo of young Troy and his beautiful, angular face.
“You know, I used to hate you, but I always thought you were hot. That was never up for debate. I definitely had an unwanted crush on you when you were dating Jasmine.”
He stroked the small of my back. “I never had a crush on you. I thought you were weird and standoffish…and later, after everything happened, batshit crazy.”
“Gee, thanks. Tell me how you really feel…”
“Hear me out.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Now? I have a massive crush on you. You’re all I think about…”
I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was staring at the photo of himself. “I’m not that kid anymore, Aspyn. That kid…he was fucked up in the head. He’d felt abandoned his whole life. I acted out against others because I couldn’t act out against my mother—because she wasn’t around to receive any of my angst. In recent years, I’ve come to terms with the story of how I came to be, but back then? I was a mess.”
I nodded. “You had a hard time in high school. My hard time was after high school,” I admitted.
He turned me around to face him. “Because of Ashlyn…”
I looked down at his hardwood floor. “Not just that.”
“Talk to me, Aspyn. You don’t speak much about what happened after high school. I feel like you’re holding back on me.”
Feeling an anxious rush of adrenaline, I shook my head. “Not now. But I’ll talk about it in due time, okay? I just want to enjoy being with you tonight.”
“I can be down with that.” He scratched his chin and headed to his closet. He took out a green football jersey. “Remember this?”
Meadowbrook’s colors were green and white. He handed me the shirt, and I stared down at the shimmery material.
“I think you should put it on,” he said.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I want to see you in it.”
I took off my shirt and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Serrano, what am I gonna do with you?”
“I’ll tell you.” He helped me adjust his shirt over my breasts. “I want you to ride me while you’re wearing my jersey. It’s a fantasy I didn’t even know I had until this moment.”
Troy ripped off his shirt to reveal his amazingly cut chest and stomach. He pressed his lips against mine before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his, savoring his delicious taste, which still held a hint of Sapporo beer. We hadn’t kissed all night, and I’d been starving to taste him. It didn’t matter what fleeting memories those photos had brought on just a moment ago. Right now? Nothing could have stopped me from giving every inch of myself to this man—and taking anything he would give me in return. I was totally and utterly intoxicated by him—and was starting not to give a shit how pathetic that made me. I’d worry about all of that later.
Troy undid my jeans and pushed them lower until I kicked them off. He dragged his finger through my drenched underwear.
“Holy shit.” He stopped kissing me for a moment as he inserted two fingers into me and looked into my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? How did you get this wet already?”
“I get aroused whenever you look at me like you want to devour me. And it just kept building throughout the night.”
His breath trembled. “You’re gonna be the end of me, Aspyn. The thought of you getting wet when we were at dinner makes me crazy. Seriously, I am so pumped to feel you around my cock. I’m afraid I’ll come in like two seconds if I fuck you right now. My track record in that regard has been terrible. I need to pace myself and taste you first.” He fell to his knees and pushed my panties down. He began to devour me, flicking his tongue so hard over my clit that now I was the one in danger of coming too soon.
I pulled on his hair and yanked his head back. “Stop. It’s too much.”
He looked up at me with glassy eyes. “In a good way?”
“Fuck, yes.”
With a look of sheer hunger on his face, Troy stood up and removed his belt before throwing it aside. He undid his pants, and when he dropped them, his big, beautiful cock sprang out, hitting me in the abdomen.
Licking my lips, I knelt down and wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping slowly and swirling my thumb along the crown. He bent his head back in ecstasy. Since his eyes were closed, he had no warning when I wrapped my mouth around him before taking him down my throat.
He shuddered. “Fuck, Aspyn. Just…fuck.”
I moved his cock in and out of my mouth as I stroked the veiny skin. He threaded his fingers through my hair.
He suddenly pulled away. “I was about to come down your throat. That was so freaking good.”