The Desire to Touch (19 page)

“Fuck, you are good!” He groans into my mouth.

I speed up more and I feel a sticky fluid on the tip of his sex.

“Fuck this!”

He grabs me by the hips and turns me over onto my front, grabbing my shorts he pulls them off, with one hand he caresses one buttock then kisses the other and adds a little bite then moves to the other cheek. He spanks me once leaving me stinging a little, then runs his hand over the skin and down to my sex.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet, are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” I flinch with excitement.

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

With that he slowly parts my legs and runs his fingers up and down teasing me. Every now and then he catches my little bud of pleasure making my whole body spasm. Suddenly I feel one finger inside me and I groan, then he slips another inside I cry out with pleasure. I grip the bed sheets and bury my face in the pillow, suddenly he hits my g-spot and I scream out into the pillow. Trey starts to thrust his fingers faster and harder inside me until I feel the heat rising from deep within, building me up higher and higher. I start to jerk and writhe around and Trey starts to kiss my back as his fingers penetrate me and I cry out louder and louder,

“Yes, yes…”

I arch my back up so I’m against his naked chest, I throw my arm around his neck and turn my face to kiss him as the climax builds.

“That’s it baby,” he whispers as he kisses me back

With those words I am undone and I cry out as I climax, every muscle in my body clenches and stiffens as I orgasm and everything around me melts away as I fall to the bed. I realise I’ve been holding my breath as every muscle starts to relax and Trey kisses every inch of my back.

“Are you ok?”

“Hell yes!”

He laughs, “Right baby, my turn.”

I giggle with excitement as I hear his jeans being pulled off and the rip of a foil wrapper.

“I have been looking forward to this.” He says while slipping on the condom.

I clench deliciously deep inside knowing what’s about to come, he grips my hips and brings me to my knees, I prop myself up on my forearms and wait for his length to penetrate me. His hands tighten around my hips and I wiggle my behind with excitement, I push myself back onto him,

“Steady baby,” he gasps.

I giggle. His hands part my sex and he slowly guides himself inside me bit by bit. Inch by inch he slowly fills me until I am full. His length is so big it almost hurts and I worry that my scar may split. The feeling of his hard length inside me as he thrusts back and forth makes me scream into the pillow.

“Oh Baby, you feel more amazing than I thought you would,” he pants.

His hands readjust on my hips and he starts to thrust harder and faster I place my hand on his lower torso just to stop him from hurting me. One of his hands releases my hip and starts to play with my throbbing over sensitive clit. I feel the heat starting to build once again as I near climax, I clench deep inside as the current starts to build.

“Whoa steady,” he cries.

He starts to thrust harder and faster meeting his speed with fingers on my now throbbing bud, I cry again arching my back and search for his mouth with mine.

“That’s it Baby,”

“Yes, Yes, That’s it,” I scream as every muscle in my body stiffens and clenches again, as the orgasm ripples through me like a steam train.

I feel Trey start to shake as he reaches his release and climax’s into me crying through gritted teeth, “Fuck yes.”

I fall into the bed completely sated and exhaustion starts to take over me, Trey falls down on top of me and kisses me as we lay there panting.

“You are amazing!” he kisses into my ear.

“Not too bad yourself,” I laugh panting.

“Watch it you,” he kisses me again and then rolls off me and onto the bed next to me.

He removes the condom and discards it in the bin next to the bed.

“Can you pass me my shirt please?” I ask.

He passes my shirt then my shorts and I dress and clamber under the covers as I’m starting to feel cold from exhaustion. Trey disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes then climbs into bed wearing just his boxers. He has left the bathroom light on but pulled the door too, so it’s a bit lighter in the room. I keep my arm under the duvet and lay there just looking at him, he in turn is looking back at me and we smile at each other. He moves my hair out of my face and kisses my nose, with his beautiful face and brilliant white smile burnt into my mind, I close my eyes.

“I may be gone when you wake up but I will text you, sleep Baby.” He whispers.

I smile as the darkness consumes me.

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The alarm beeps, making me jump. Half asleep, I throw my hand out at the noise to silence it and I hit the button. With my eyes still closed, I turn over to nuzzle up to Trey but find the other side of the bed is empty.

He was here when I fell asleep, wasn’t he? Yeah he was, I remember his beautiful face and smile, it
’s still etched into my mind.

I open my eyes and they really don’t want to open, they burn as I squint and wipe away the blurriness. Oh how I would love to just snuggle back down and lay here all day, reliving last night. But as the good girl I am, I painfully pull myself from my nice warm bed and head for the shower. Like a puppet on a string, I drag myself around the room doing the arduous task of dressing for work and doing my hair. I pull on a pair of cropped black trousers and a baby blue shirt, to make my bloodshot eyes more blue and less death warmed up. I rough dry my hair so it has a wavy kink to it but I know it’ll all fall out after about an hour – damn my dead straight hair!

I look at the time and its 8:45am, ‘crap I have to be in work in 15 minutes, my phone where’s my phone?’

I turn to look at the docking station and it’s gone, I start to panic and pull off the bed clothes searching frantically for it – ‘Shit!’

Where the hell has it gone? It’s not like I have many friends but it’s been a while since I spoke to Grandad and he’ll probably call today for a catch up. I grab the bedside units and pull them forward, trying to see behind them but it’s still nowhere to be found – panic starts to go up a gear. Then I hear the ping of familiarity making my heart skip a beat through happiness, I hear the ping again and I crouch down trying to pinpoint where the noise is coming from. I crawl on my hands and knees rifling through the pile of bed clothes that now take up all the vacant floor space. I throw sheets, pillows and blankets over my head then I hear the ping again. I lay my face to the ground to see under the bed and there it is in all its glory.

I grab it and cancel what
ever is beeping and hugging my lifeline to my chest I release it to see there are two messages:

Meagan xxx

19 Sep 2012 07:37am

Hope you’re ok, lunch? x

Aubrey Rossey

19 Sep 2012 07:44am

Heads up Valentine coming

i
n to office!

‘Fuck!’ I look at the clock its 8:49am and I have to be ready and in the office in the next ten minutes. I scramble to my feet and run with my phone and black flats in hand to the front door, grabbing a long sleeved cardigan on the way. I stumble out of the door and run down to the lift and wait for the carriage to arrive.

I stand patiently at the back of the carriage while all the holidaymakers and traveling business people sort themselves out for the day ahead. The doors open as we reach the lobby and I wait for a
ll the inhabitants to disembark. I curb the urge of panic making me want to bowl them all out of the way and make a break for the office. Finally, my chance arrives and I take it running at full speed past reception into a private door which leads to another corridor full of doors, I run to the end door which is the only one with a glass panel. I run to the door and push to open it but the door is locked.

Keycard – shit! I search my pockets and my keycard is not there – what the hell?!

I can hear chatter from the next office which is the staff meeting room, I hear a deep roaring voice speaking- crap Mr. Valentine is in there, I start to panic again.

I get my
phone out to call Aubrey, who is Mr. Valentine’s PA, but as I press her number she appears from another door and looks at me in shock.

“What are you doing?” she half whispers and half squeaks.

“I’m locked out,” I squeal back, “I’ve lost my keycard!”

Aubrey huffs and comes running towards me with clipboard in hand and she fishes a card out from her pocket then swipes the lock, I push the door open and switch the light on. Thankfully, I never turn my computer off - I just leave it to sleep, I hit the spacebar to wake it and enter my password.

“He’ll be in here in about eight minutes, so look busy.” She winks then she tosses me a little black bag, “Use a little mascara and whatever else that won’t make you look like you had a heavy night,” She laughs.

“Not a problem,” I smile at her then open my emails, an endless stream of correspondence comes through as Aubrey turns on her heel and vanishes from the room.

“Really, not a problem,” I grimace at the screen.

Opening her little black bag of tricks I find her mirror and put on some mascara, a little eyeliner and the bronzer looks tempting but I don’t have time to faff.

I push the bag to the side and start sifting through the junk emails and flagging the ones that need doing before lunch.

The office door opens ten minutes later and Mr. Valentine comes strolling in, with his long
over coat trailing behind him as he glides.

Mr. Valentine is the third generation of Valentines that built and own the hotel, he’s an averagely built man in his early fifties I think, his perfectly set brown hair parts at the side without a single grey hair. He wears a three piece navy suit that matches his overcoat. He strides over and takes a seat at the desk opposite mine, it’s the old security office that was made over to become the events organiser
’s office, so it’s quite small and close in here, now is definitely not the time to have personal space issues.

He is an exceptionally wealthy man and it shows on every part of his well-manicured hands and extraordinarily groomed face. He carries his glasses in his top jacket pocket and he removes them and places them on his head.

“Good morning Miss Jones,” he smiles at me.

I can’t help it but he has a hint of ‘silver fox’ about him and he always makes me go shy.

“Good Morning Mr. Valentine.”

“How are the preparations for the party coming along?”

“Very good actually. The invites, as you know, have been sent and both Aubrey and I have arranged the caterers, band, scenery and props, well everything is done or being finalised. Speaking of which, we need to finalise the song choices with the band this week.”

“Excellent,” he sits back and crosses his legs, raising a hand to his chin
, he says, “I have to say I am delighted with the theme you suggested, my grandfather who built this place back then would be very impressed too. The twenties was his favourite era, so a twenties ‘Gangsters and Molls’ party is perfect.”

I smile at him – oh yes the praise is more than welcome here!

“You haven’t been here long but I think you’ve handled the task better than I’d hoped. Brendan was right in suggesting you for the job.”

“Thank you,” I blush, “Let’s just hope it pans out all right on the night.”

Aubrey enters with papers for Mr. Valentine to sign. He dons his spectacles and signs every page with the utmost trust in Aubrey, as he doesn’t bother to check what he’s signing off.

“I have decided that Aubrey will be posted here with you to help out with the finalisations and also to help you on the night.”

I look at Aubrey who has a huge Cheshire cat grin across her face. “Thank you so much, Aubrey will be a great help and just to say, Mr. Valentine, thank you for the opportunity. I have enjoyed every minute of it.” It’s true, but I have put the last six months of my life into it.

“Well
, ladies I shall leave you to it. Any issues, Aubrey, I have my phone.” With a parting smile he holds out his hand which I shake and he leaves the room.

“Wow
, that’s a turn up!” I smile at her.

Aubrey sits on the edge of my desk, “Well
, he’s never in HQ, so I hinted that maybe you could do with a hand as you’ve been sorting this thing single handedly.”

“Definitely it’ll be nice to have you here full time for the next few weeks. Seriously I don’t think you understand how bitchy this office can be!”

Aubrey unpacks her laptop, “Hang on,” she pauses, “You work in here alone!”

“I know,” I laugh, “I’m always bitching about myself.”

She laughs and continues sorting her desk out.

Aubrey is in her early thirties and she is the execu
tive assistant to Mr. Valentine. She is annoyingly slim and toned with the biggest pair of breasts I have ever seen. She swishes around the office in her Louboutins, trailing her butt length hair behind her. The day goes really quickly, having the extra help, and the conversation is great too, it hits noon and we knock off for lunch.