Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (30 page)

“Margaret, this is my girlfriend, Bridgette. Bridge, this is Margaret.”

The two of them shake hands. “It’s nice to meet you. Troy has told me so much about you,” Margaret says.

“Really?” she asks with a bit of surprise to her tone.

“Yes, dear, I’m very happy to see that things worked out.”

“Thank you!”

“Bridge!” Cara yells from across the ER as she comes running over to us.

“Excuse us,” I say to Margaret as we head toward the pregnant woman on speed who is about to pummel down my girlfriend. The girls embrace like they haven’t seen one another in years. I can’t help but laugh at them. It’s only been a little over a week.

“How are you?” Cara asks as they separate.

“Good, you?”

“I’m fucking tired. You look skinny, why aren’t you eating? Troy you need to start feeding her.”

“I have been, but she eats like a bird.”

“Well, now that you two are living together, you can make sure she eats more. Have I told you guys how happy I am for you?”

“Thanks,” Bridgette says.

Cara gets called over the intercom. “I’m sorry. I gotta run, but I want you both over for dinner this week. You have to see the house and how nice it looks now that everything’s all unpacked. Plus, we have to nail down our Vegas plans.”

“I can’t wait,” Bridgette says.

The girls hug and I wave goodbye to Cara as she runs off. “Let’s go home,” Bridgette says. It’s the first time she has called my house hers, and hearing the words come so freely from her mouth makes me smile.
Thank God, she’s mine.

I don’t know why she didn’t bring up stopping by her place, but it’s a-okay with me. It’s empty. “Since Cara said you’re not eating enough, what do you want for dinner?”

“Can we order pizza? I would love a big, greasy pizza.”

“Sure we can. I got something else that’s big, and after I lube it up, it will be greasy for you.”

“Hmmm, that too.”

We approach the Jeep and she reaches over, rubbing my cock through my pants. I take my hand and grab the back of her hair, guiding her mouth up to mine. It’s such a turn on to be doing this in public, everything else washes away as I pin her against my car and claim her mouth. She gives right into me and I pull her hands tightly together as they are between us. Instantly, she panics, ripping them out of my grip and I know I’ve gone too far. I got lost in the moment and didn’t think. What’s wrong with me? And why am I kissing her like this, outside, when he’s still on the loose?

“I’m sorry, baby. Jesus, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes and I hold her body tightly to mine. “It’s okay. Can we just go?”

“Of course.”
What where you thinking, motherfucker?
Quickly I walk her around and help her into the Jeep. As I shut the door, she gives me a small smile and I get into the driver’s seat as fast as I can. Neither of us says much on the drive. What can I say? I fucked up. I know that. I need to take this time to figure out how I’m going to convince her that I don’t need that, I only need her. The kink and all of that doesn’t matter. We’ll make it work, whatever
it
turns out to be. I just have to keep myself in check, even in the heat of the moment.

“You okay?” I ask as I park in front of the house.

She nods her head. And her silence hurts me. It’s not fair that she can’t be herself. The free spirit she was before this shit happened. Leaning over, I kiss her and she doesn’t resist. In fact, I even get a light smile when I pull away. I can work with this, so I hop out of my Jeep and jog around to her door, opening it. But before she can step out, I lift her in my arms. She clings to me and I love the feeling of this closeness.

Walking up to our house, I fumble with the lock, determined not to set her down, and then finally get the door open. There are boxes everywhere, and I smile seeing her stuff here. Taking my foot, I kick the door closed, setting her down.

“Is this all of my stuff?” she asks.

I nod my head and ask, “How does it feel?”

“Good,” she says and I guide us to sit on the couch.

“Listen, about earlier at the hospital, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’ll never happen again.”

“Thank you for saying that, but what if it does? What if I can’t give you what you need?”

“Baby, you do. Don’t say things like that. You being you
is
enough. I don’t need anything else.”

“Troy, don’t bullshit me. I know what you need.”

“I can tell you right now that you getting all worked up has me so hot that it’s taking all of my willpower to not bend you over the arm of this couch and fuck you senseless.”

“Have I told you how much I love your dirty mouth?”

“No, tell me, what does it do to you?”

“It turns me on, beyond anything imaginable.”

“What else? Tell me what else turns you on?”

“Your touch,” she says taking my hand in hers and firmly pressing it to her boobs. I can’t stop myself from exposing her and pulling those perky nipples out of her bra. “Troy, the window’s open!”

“I don’t give a shit, I want to see your nipples.”

She lies back laughing at me and I follow suit, pressing my body fully against hers. My erection is anxious, yearning to be inside of her. I grind it against her, showing her how hot she makes me. With the same passion I’m showing her sex, she rips my shirt above my head and connects our lips. She takes control and plunges her tongue into my mouth. I accept it, loving every minute of her crazy escapade.

Reaching between us, she fumbles with my pants. I slide my hand down inside of hers, parting that sweet pussy and rubbing her. My touch stops her right away. She looks at me with heavy lids, loving the attention. “You like this, don’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“What about this?” I ask as I sink two fingers deep inside of her cunt.

“Fuck,” she hisses, bucking her hips towards my hand. I work her and I’m not gentle, slapping my hand on her clit as I do so. My dick pulsates wanting to fuck her just like this. It’s an invigorating feeling, watching what you’re capable of doing to another person. I know she’s close to orgasm, as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes my fingers tightly. My phone begins to ring and she looks at me. I don’t falter and say in a demanding tone, “Come for me, baby.”

She nods her head, ignoring the noise, and closes her eyes again. Her body quivers in pleasure and as I watch the orgasm roll out of her, I appreciate her, quite possibly more than ever. She’s perfect in every motherfucking way imaginable. I want to show her that and can’t seem to get my pants down fast enough. She gestures me over to her and I oblige. Gripping my cock, she takes me into her mouth as she lays on the couch.

Those tight lips wrap so securely around the head and slowly I ease myself into her. She works my shaft as she licks and sucks me. A low growl escapes me. Christ, her lips are pure paradise, there’s nothing else in this world that compares to them.
Well, maybe her cunt.
“Mmmmmmhhhhh,” she moans as I reach down, touching her again.

Then my goddamn phone rings and it angers me that someone’s blowing me up. Who in the world could need me so badly that they have to call me back to back? I let it go to voicemail and then it rings again. I pull out of Bridgette’s mouth and grab it out of my pocket. The number is unknown and I answer in anger.

“Troy Sorano, please,” a male voice asks.

“This is.”

“Troy, this is James Ackerman from the Denver police department. I’m a friend of Liam Brown, he asked me to keep an eye on the case and call you first if we made an arrest. I’m happy to report authorities picked up Mr. Boulge in Texas this morning. He is being transported back to the state as we speak.”

“That’s great news. Thank you, James.”

“I’m happy too. I know how horrible this was for both of you. I’ll be in touch.”

“Thank you, man.”

We hang up and I can tell Bridgette knows what I’m going to say before I can get the words out of my mouth. “They caught him?” she asks.

“Yes, baby. It’s over.”

She begins to cry and I lay on top of her, holding her firmly to me, gently kissing those sweet lips over and over. She kisses me back and pulls away, looking into my eyes. “It’s over,” she says and I repeat the words back to her. “Can we never speak of him again?” she asks.

“Of course, I want nothing more. Well, I do want something more.” Sitting up on my knees, I remove her pants, adoring the perfection that is her body as she lies below me. Moving down, I open her wide and blow a cool breath of air on her hot sex. She squirms, trying to close her legs, but I stop her. I want her spread open for me. I always want her open for me – she’s mine after all.

Diving in, I tease her clit and sink my two fingers back inside of her. As I work her body and watch the pleasure roll out of her like waves of the ocean, she looks different, almost like all of her fears have washed away. This is the girl I first met and fell in love with. I find her spot and suck her swollen clit all at the same time. She screams, gripping the couch, and pushes against me. She’s no match though. I smile and push her out of this universe.

“Fuck, Troy,” she moans, letting go, twitching beneath my control. I don’t stop my movements as her body slows and this only draws out her come that much longer. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she begins to chant and I know I’ve pushed her again. Thrashing back and forth, my little sex goddess has turned into a machine.

Quivers of sensation move through me watching her. I can’t wait to fuck her. I need to be inside of her pussy again. Finally she pushes my hand away and I know I’ve pushed my luck.

Heavy breaths travel through her and I know she needs a minute. I’m a gentleman after all, so I wait patiently rather than pummeling inside of her. Gently, I cover her face, neck, chest, stomach, arms, and legs with kisses. I can tell the attention is making her tired.

“Don’t get tired on me, baby. You told me four, that was only three.”

“I’m not tired,” she responds. “I was just enjoying the attention.”

“And I love giving it.” Slowly I nudge my cock against her sex, only penetrating her in the slightest. Taking my time, I rock myself gently in and out of her, until she stops me by sitting up. We are face to face, and I turn her sitting with my back on the couch. Leaning over, I close the blinds, because the truth is I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine. Then she pulls her tank top above her head and I unclasp her bra, removing it down those soft arms of hers.

As she begins to move, I grip her thighs guiding her up and down my shaft. She works hard to pleasure us, milking me like I need. She’s so good at this that I have to work hard not to come. Each pull and push is a battle. Looking at her as she moans, I’m unbelievably turned on and can’t fight it any longer. Taking one of my hands, I grab the back of her hair and pull her to me, taking her mouth in mine.

The moment we connect like this, my cock deep inside of her…I let go. Coming hard and somehow holding onto her even harder. She takes all of me as I am giving it. Then she leans back bracing herself on my knees and readjusts her feet. This is all her, I cannot help her at this angle. Sitting back, I get comfy and do the only thing I can to get her to come a fourth time – I touch the clit. The moment there is friction there, her noises change; she likes this. In fact, I can tell by the spasms of her pussy that she likes this very much.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

She nods her head. There are no words, only sounds. She’s doing what she likes and I love every minute of it. Watching her causes my balls to tighten and I know she’s taking me with her. Right before my release, I hold my breath fighting it stronger than ever, but I fail miserably, letting go and telling her how much I love her as my cum fills her for the second time.

There’s something about the connection of coming inside of her. Part of me now lives in her. She moans the words back, letting go. Taking my hands, I hold her sides and help her slam up and down on my cock, working out every last drop. My second orgasm is by far the best, way fiercer than the first.

Bridgette screams madly and I almost want to clamp my hand over her mouth, afraid the neighbors will hear. Then I realize this is a sound they damn well better get used to. I plan to make her come plenty more times in
our
home. I love her boldness, how she can just let go and be wild. I know it’s part of knowing that David is no longer free.

As my wild girl calms down, she collapses on me. I hold her tightly against my body, loving the closeness and quite frankly still being nestled inside of her. Fuck it, maybe we’ll go for five. I flip her on her back and can see the shock on her face as I begin to move.

“I cannot believe we are having this conversation on the way to my parents’.”

“What?” she responds nonchalantly.

“I told you, I’m not tying you up. Not ever again.”

“Troy, I told you that pisses me off. I’m not going to let what that sicko did to me ruin that part of
us
. I know how much it turns you on. Don’t take it away from me.”

“Do you think I want to?” I argue back.