After I stood up, Troy kissed me hard and took my hand, leading me to his bed. He laid back. “Will you ride me? I ain’t too proud to beg.”
There was nothing I wanted more than to be on top right now, looking at his face. “I would love to ride your cock, Serrano.”
He made a guttural sound. “That’s the dirtiest thing to ever come out of your mouth. And I’m here for it.”
Troy stroked himself a few times before reaching into his bedside table for a condom. He sheathed himself in a flash.
Positioning myself over him, I sank slowly down until he was fully inside. Troy grabbed my sides as I bucked my hips.
He panted. “Look at you, riding me in my shirt. I want to burn this into my memory. Pretty sure this might be the best moment of my life.” He smiled. “You are so fucking beautiful, Aspyn Dumont.”
After a couple of minutes, I got hot, so I slipped the shirt over my head. My breasts bounced as Troy reached up to squeeze them.
“I’ve missed these beautiful tits.” He groaned.
As I swayed my hips over him, I felt his balls at my ass. I gripped the hard muscles of his chest and dug my nails into his skin, the pleasure of him so deep inside me almost too much to bear. Troy began to thrust his hips upward to meet my movements, and he kept his gaze fixed on me. Then he pushed even deeper inside of me. My clit pressed harder against him, and I suddenly felt my orgasm ricochet through my body.
“I’m coming,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know.” He smiled. “I can feel it.”
This was the first time I’d lost control before he did.
He shut his eyes tightly as his mouth dropped open. His body shook under me as we came together.
Wow.
Every time with Troy was better than the last.
Utterly sated, I collapsed onto him. He kissed my head softly. I almost wished he didn’t do stuff like that, because whenever he was gentle with me, it made me want…more. And I knew I couldn’t set that expectation.
He slipped out from under me to discard the condom before returning to the bed. He pulled me back over to lie on top of him again. Resting my head on his chest, I felt his heartbeat thundering against my cheek. I didn’t want to leave. I had no idea whether he planned to take me home or what, but I knew I was happy here. And I wanted to stay the night. But I wasn’t going to be the first person to suggest that.
A minute later, I felt something heavy land on my back. I flinched, and it took me a bit to realize it was Patrick.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” Troy said. “I’ll get him off.”
“No.” I laughed. “It’s okay. He can stay.”
“You’re okay with him on your back? He might never get up, you know.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. It kind of feels…nice. The purring vibration. He’s sort of like a weighted blanket.”
He flashed a beautiful smile, and that was the last thing I remembered as I drifted off to sleep—on top of Troy with a cat on my back. Kind of an odd threesome, if you ask me.
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The following day, after we’d finally rolled out of bed after all the sex we had again this morning, Troy and I went out for a nice breakfast in Meadowbrook Center. While we waited for our food, he showed me some photos his dad had sent from Europe. I vowed to save enough money to take my own trip overseas someday. Staying in Meadowbrook was one thing, but never getting to experience the world at all wasn’t an option.
The cool September breeze was a welcome addition to our outdoor meal. It really didn’t get any better than this.
After breakfast, he came back to my place, and we chilled for a bit in my yard. It was the epitome of a lazy Saturday. Neither one of us acknowledged that all this time we were spending together was a clear violation of the sex-with-nostrings precedent we’d discussed early on. And I certainly wasn’t going to acknowledge that the way Troy looked at me all day today made my heart do crazy stuff.
At one point, I left the yard to go inside and make us coffees. Even though I’d told him to wait outside, Troy must have gotten antsy because he soon joined me in the kitchen.
He placed my phone next to me on the counter. “You got a message.”
“I did?”
“Your phone lit up outside. I looked over at it because I thought it was mine. We have the same notification sound, apparently. You got a message through the app.”
He was referring to the dating app. My stomach sank as I looked down and saw a message from a guy I’d chatted with earlier this week.
Sorry for the delay in responding. I was offline to take care of some family stuff. Would you want to meet up for drinks tonight?
Shit. I’d gotten a message this past Thursday from a guy I’d matched with before Troy and I first hooked up. I’d casually responded, though I had no intention of meeting up with him now. But I could understand how this looked—like I was actively pursuing someone else. Not that Troy and I had any kind of formal exclusivity agreement, but it was still sucky that he had to see this, especially when it didn’t mean anything. I’d just responded to the guy so as not to be rude.
His tone was bitter. “Maybe you should meet him.”
“I don’t want to meet him.”
“But you were chatting with him. Why would you be chatting with him if you didn’t intend to meet him?” His nostrils flared. “What’s the point?”
“He and I matched before you and I started this…thing. We messaged briefly this past week, but nothing came of it, nor had I planned for anything to happen with him.”
Troy just kept nodding and looked away. “Wow.”
“What?”
“I don’t like how I reacted just now.” He shook his head, seeming dazed. “Like a fucking jealous bastard.” His expression was sincere. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have been upset at you. We’re not exclusive, right? I have no right to question anything.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I would’ve felt the same way if the roles were reversed.”
Troy blinked, not seeming to have absorbed what I’d just said. “You know what?” He walked over to the end table by the front door and grabbed his keys. “I’m gonna take a drive.”
My eyes widened. “Where are you going?”
“Just for a ride.” He opened the door. “I’ll be back.”
He exited faster than I could even think to try to stop him. When the door shut behind him, the silence was deafening.
Feeling terrible, I didn’t quite know what to do with myself after he left. I kept wondering what the hell was going on in his head and what had compelled him to leave so suddenly. Was he that upset that I’d been chatting with another guy? Or was there something more to his reaction?
Two hours passed, and Troy still hadn’t returned. I must have cleaned my house three times over in an attempt to calm my nerves. I wasn’t sure if he was ever coming back.
At nearly 5 PM, I’d almost given up hope of his return when the doorbell rang.
I rushed to the door and opened it.
With his hands in his pockets, Troy flashed a hesitant smile. “Hey…”
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back.” I moved out of the way to let him in.
“I took a long drive,” he said.
“For two hours?”
“Yup.”