Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (12 page)

He doesn’t waste a moment becoming acquainted with my body. Touching everywhere, and then grabbing each of my breasts with his hands, moving them to his mouth to kiss and suck on them.
Oh fuck.
His mouth causes my sex to tighten in zeal. I can’t help my hands as they explore his body. He has no chest hair, and as I reach into the back of his boxer briefs, he looks at me. Jesus, his ass is something else – it’s so firm, yet soft. I grip and massage him trying to keep things slow, but I can’t. I need to feel him. I want more of him, so I snake my hands around to the front and clutch his shaft with one hand.
God, it’s velvety soft.
I take his balls in my other hand and begin playing with him, stroking his shaft and massaging in unison. “Oh…Fuck…Touch me just like that,” he says biting his bottom lip and moving his hips in the rhythm of my hand.

“So soft,” I murmur.

Troy removes his boxers so he’s now completely naked and I lean up to get a better look at him. “You wanna see my cock, Bridge?”

Nodding my head, I lay back down as Troy moves on his knees and comes to my face. He presents me with his throbbing dick and I look over his size. I’m completely satisfied with what I see and I need to know it better, so I lean up wrapping my plump lips around the stiff end. Taking my time, I kiss and suck, teasing only the tip. Troy moans once I start moving. Threading his fingers into my hair, he helps to guide me up and down him; he’s so gentle, yet he’s not. I’m trapped below him; his knees are on either side of my shoulders. Just as I get in my rhythm and really begin to move, he snakes his hand inside my panties, separating my wet folds, and begins pleasuring me.

His touch is too much and I stop, spreading my legs wide, relishing in the feeling of his expert fingers. “Mmm, you’re nice and wet. Is it for me, baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good. Why don’t you suck my cock some more?”

I follow his command, keeping our eyes linked, but Troy only lets me get about three more good sucks in before he pulls out of my mouth. “You know, I’ve never come in anyone’s mouth. With lips likes yours, you might be my first.”

Excuse me? How has he never come from oral sex?
I’m definitely making it my mission to be his first. Before I can fantasize any longer, he’s removing my underwear, taking his time, letting me feel every one of his fingers as they skim down my legs. As he glides his warm hands back up, he’s focusing on one thing and one thing only. “Motherfucker,” he murmurs under his breath.

Smirking up at him I ask, “You like?”

“Oh fuck, yes. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Watching Troy go down on me has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. He kisses everywhere he can, before placing his tongue in my slit, moving it up and down from top to bottom again and again. I run my fingers through his hair, loving the feeling. As Troy gets a good grip on my legs, he settles down on the bed and begins to move. There is a blissful suction holding him to me, and although my body writhes and I fight coming with everything I have…
goddamn he’s…
quickly I let go, losing control and coming hard. Troy holds me to him as I spasm. My heart is racing in my chest so fast I swear he can feel it. I’m completely out of breath and it takes everything I have to try and regain my composure, but it’s almost impossible with Troy still latched onto me. Squirming away from his hold, he looks up at me and says, “That was one. How many more times should I make you come today?”

I can tell that he is dead serious and wants an answer. Crawling up my body, he lays down on me, running his fingers through my hair. “How many times?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Answer me,” he snaps and clamps down on my neck, sucking hard. He doesn’t let up and it feels incredible, then I remember I have work Monday. If he doesn’t stop it’ll leave a mark. I wriggle trying to get him to, but it’s useless. “Two!” I yell.

He stops and looks at me. “Two,” he repeats.

I nod my head in agreement.

“We’ll see.” Before I can contemplate his words, he sinks inside of me, filling me with his thick cock. Once he’s nestled balls deep, I tighten my pussy. Troy lets out a moan and begins to move. I love how close we are. Our bodies are pressed together and he keeps a hand on my face. As we move, I wrap my legs around him. Grabbing his face, I pull his lips to mine, kissing him with more passion than I ever have anyone else. I can’t help but moan and whimper. His movements are made with pure precision, working both of us impeccably. Finally, Troy pulls away and says, “God, you’re tight.”

“Mmm,” I respond.

“Do you want me to come inside of you?”

“Yes,” I cry out grabbing his ass assisting him as he begins to pound me. “Put your arms above your head,” he says.

I listen while endorphins take over my system.
What’s happening? It’s too soon.
He takes a hold of my arms and has a firm grip on my wrists, holding them together. The sensation of pleasure turns to ravenous need. “Oh fuck,” I mumble. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

Troy listens to my commands, stroking himself inside of me like I want. I’m unsure how he knows my body so well, but he does. A loud moan escapes him, followed by long, purposeful thrusts. Spurts of warm cum seep high inside of me. Watching his face as he lets go pushes me over the edge, and I throw my head back against the pillow. My world is upside down as my body is sprinkled with pure bliss and I fall into insensibility. Nothing else matters in this moment. All of my worries float away as I’m under his control. It doesn’t last long, as it never does, and reality creeps back in. I feel my senses return and hear his sweet words. His movements don’t falter as he keeps moving inside of me. “So beautiful.”

Glancing up into his eyes, there is a clarity I haven’t seen before. He looks refreshed and at peace. He let’s go of my hands and grabs my hips, holding them as he kneels above me. With his bottom lip tucked into his teeth, Troy watches himself moving. “Wanna see?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I respond and sit up, looking at what he’s watching.
Jesus, it’s hot.
I’ve never actually watched anyone move in and out of my body. His dick is so hard and slick; I love how effortlessly he moves. Leaning down, he takes a mouthful of one of my breasts, squeezing it hard and then nibbles on my nipple. As he pulls it between his teeth, I hold him to me. Once he pulls away, he touches my clit continuously rubbing slow, agonizing circles. “Are you sure you only wanna come twice?”

“You choose. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“That’s right, you will. You’re in my bed and I will do with you as I please.”

“Ahhhh,” I cry out as Troy slams into me, still tantalizing me with his fingers. I’m enjoying the pleasure too much to think of stopping, or anything else for that matter. I need him to keep moving. Heat radiates all the way to my toes. Opening my eyes, reality smacks me hard as I glance up at Troy. He’s watching me, and smiles when we connect eyes. Sweat glistens on his body and his brow. He takes his free hand, running it through his hair, but his movements never cease. As he lifts his arm, I see the faint outline from the bruising on his ribs. I totally forgot about them; he’s been working so hard to please us and fighting through that pain. I want to let him rest. I know he’s far from finished and now’s my turn to take control.

“Troy?” I ask out of breath, causing him to slow, but not completely stop. “Can I get on top?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“But your ribs.”

“I’m fine,” he says breathlessly. “Fuck, Bridge, being inside your pussy makes everything better. Please don’t make me stop.”

“Trust me,” I moan trying to control my voice. “I don’t want you to. I only wanna help.”

“Just lay there and let me savor this,” he grunts, filling me. “Come for me again and again. Watching you let go is what I want.”

Looking up at him I close my eyes and ask, “How can you keep going?”

“I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop. This is nothing compared to what you’re in for. I’m only getting started, baby.”

Walking up to my new office is so surreal. I cannot believe I landed this job. Granted I have my sister and Vincent to thank, but deep down I know it was partly because of me. It wasn’t just their decision after all. Liam and C.J. had a lot to do with it. Before I step inside, I look down at my black slacks, flats, and white dress shirt.
You got this.
I take the elevator up to the twenty-ninth floor and breeze right past Autumn in reception, saying a simple, “Good Morning,” as I walk by. She glances up and I can see the shock on her face. Vincent told me to just come in and find Lex, that she would get me all set up. As I approach her desk, she’s leaning over staring at her computer screen with a scowl on her face.

“Morning,” I say, in a chipper tone.

“Hey, honey. Welcome. How was the rest of your weekend?”

“It was nice. Troy and I had a great time together.”

“Oh good. Glad to hear. Wanna follow me to your desk?”

“Yup, lead the way.”

Alexa comes out from behind hers and I follow as we walk around the row of cubicles. “The guys’ offices are all over there,” she says pointing to the left-hand side of the office. As we reach the end of the row, she says, “Here’s your desk, dear. Max is on the other side of the wall from you.”

“Great. Thank you.”

“Of course. Here are your keys. Inside is a binder with enough stuff to keep you busy for a few hours. Just getting logged on and setting up your e-mail and other accounts, voicemail, and blackberry…it’ll take ya all morning.”

“A what-a?”

“Blackberry. As office manager, be prepared to be on call whenever needed. Oh, and I think the guys wanted to meet with you at eleven, but check your Outlook calendar to be sure. Love ya,” she says and walks off.

I set my stuff down on the desk and plop down in my chair. Oh God, am I going to be able to handle this? Is it going to be too much responsibility? My phone buzzes, interrupting my negative thoughts, and as I fish it out of my bag, it buzzes again. Once I have it in my hands, I glance at the screen to see two missed text messages, both from Troy. The first says.
How’s my girl holding up so far?
The second is a picture of us in bed this morning. Both of us have huge smiles and you can see the happiness is pouring out of us like water from a spout.

Thanks for the text and the picture. I miss your face. I think this is going to be a lot to handle. I hope I can do it.

Baby, you can do anything you put your mind to. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. Don’t forget that, okay?

I hope so. You’re so sweet. Thank you for saying that.

My pleasure, I’m just speaking the truth. Wanna have lunch?

I would love to. Let me see what my schedule looks like and I’ll text you back.

I place my phone in the top drawer of my desk and glance around to make sure no one saw me texting. As I unlock all of the other drawers, I’m nervous about what’s inside. Thankfully, it’s clean and empty, and I’m sure I have Lex to thank for that. I pull out the binder and skim over the contents of what’s in front of me.

As I read, I’m startled and look up to see a heavy set, red-haired guy with the cutest red, white, and blue checked bow tie on. He smiles at me and says, “Hi, cube buddy. I’m Max. It’s nice to meet you.”

I stand and shake his hand. “Hi. I’m Bridgette. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Oh, I know who you are, darling. Lex has told me all about you.”

“Oh God, I hope it’s been good.”

“You know it, sugar. Let me know if you need anything, I’m right on this side of the wall.”

“Thanks. You know, I could use a cup of coffee.”

“Oh girl, clearly you haven’t seen our espresso machine. Let me show ya.”

As I follow behind Max, he walks with such a sway in his hips. I can already tell that I’m going to like him.

“Ta-da,” he announces, giving his best Vanna White impression. “What’s your poison, honey?”

“Uhhh, coffee.”

“No way, something else. How ‘bout a Caramel Macchiato?”

I can’t help but giggle. “As long as it has caffeine, that’ll work.”

He places a cup under the machine and presses a few buttons. I can’t help the yawn that ensues and I’m happy he’s giving me caffeine. “Tired?” he asks.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Didn’t sleep well?”

I blush remembering how little Troy and I slept. It must’ve been around three in the morning when he woke me. I was sleeping so well, but the way his fingers parted my pussy and entered my body – it was paradise. He was right when he said I was his to do what he pleased with in his bed. He made me come from his fingers, then his mouth, and then his—

“Hey, Bridgette!” Max says, holding my coffee. “Are you all right? You kind of left me there.”

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I got distracted. You were asking about how I slept. I was just excited for work today and my nerves kept me awake.”
Ha, if he only knew.

“Well, don’t be nervous, I can tell already that you’ll fit right in.” We walk out of the kitchen and go our separate ways, going to our own desks. Alexa was right – it does take a while to get settled and up and running on the system, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. And my meeting with Liam, C.J., and Vincent goes well. I glance at the clock, and to my surprise it’s about time to meet Troy for lunch.