Tori

 

     I was flying even as I sat in front of Trench. I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I felt this good. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, never pushing me to do things like Aaron had. In less time than it took for me to think about the very real possibility that someone could walk in on us, Trench had demolished my strong guard and washed away any thoughts other than those caused by the overwhelming sensations he was giving me. The euphoria I felt as he stroked my greedy sex with his velvet soft tongue, over and over, until I could barely breathe.

     I leaned back, resting my elbows on the desk, no longer able to hold myself upright. My climax was so close, building at a frantic pace with every teasing flick of his tongue across my swollen clit.

     “Trench,” I started and felt my thighs closing around his face. Strong hands ran down the inside of my legs, gradually pushing them apart again, his groan of approval creating a delicious vibration below that had me begging for more with my hands atop his head. I’d never felt this assertive, this needy before, but Trench was hitting all the right buttons.

     He pulled away slightly, replacing his tongue with two long fingers that had me bowing off the desktop while he peppered kisses along the insides of my thighs. I was lost in his touch and I still wanted more. 

     “Tell me, babe. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” Trench continued moving his fingers in a slow, torturous motion, curling them upwards and pressing against my most sensitive spot. My breathing picked up with Trench’s pace and I clawed around for something to ground me to the surface, scared I would fall over the edge figuratively and literally when it finally hit me.

     “Please, Trench. More.”

     “How much more, baby?”

     “Please.”

     I begged without shame, knowing my voice was becoming increasingly louder. I no longer cared who heard me. He withdrew his fingers and I whimpered from the loss of his contact. I opened my eyes to protest, finding Trench standing over me, his shirt halfway off and his belt undone. How could one man look so edible?

     “I need you. Right fucking now.”

     Gone was Trench’s tightly held control and in its place, a man whose own limitations were being tested. I was about to respond. Tell him I wanted the same, but my words quickly died on my lips as he grabbed my hips and pushed himself inside in one hard thrust. Bursts of colored light dotted my vision as he started to move.  

     Would it always be this amazing with him? I let my mind wander and dare to dream. Right here, right now, was all that mattered.

     His pace quickened with his fervent desire and my orgasm hit me with a white-hot blaze, unrelenting, and more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced. His name was a cadence on my tongue. Trench chased his own intense release and filled me with his seed before either of us had the time or clarity of mind to think about the possible repercussions. We’d been careful to this point and as I came down from my impossible high, I had a moment to panic.

     I shuddered as he pulled out of me and leaned down to kiss my lips once more.

     “Stay put, baby. I’ll be right back.” Trench smiled warmly, tugging his jeans over his hips once more, but leaving them unbuttoned.

     Still catching my breath and afraid to move from my spot on the desk, I watched him over my shoulder. The door behind me opened to reveal a small office washroom. Trench turned on the faucet and reached beneath the sink to pull out a washcloth. When he returned to me, even his eyes smiled, as he tenderly placed the warm cloth between my legs. It was too intimate, too soon. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks in embarrassment, but Trench was quick to see my shields settling back into place.

     “Hey. Right here.” His fingers clasped my chin and pulled my eyes to his own. “Nowhere else. Always right here.”

     I nodded my understanding as the first warm tear fell. Trench placed the washcloth aside, pulled me against his chest and cradled me inside the safety of his arms. Is this what romance books were always squawking about? The aftercare? It wasn’t all fiction. There were real men who cared about women. The truth broke me all over again.

     Why had I been through the storm first? Maybe we all had to endure pain before we could truly understand and appreciate passion when it was presented to us. The entire time I sobbed quietly, he was patient and unmoving, except to run his fingers through my hair, rub his hands up and down the length of my back, or kiss the top of my head.

     “Thank you,” I whispered, pulling back to look at him. Really see the man behind the mask he kept firmly in place for everyone else.

     “That’s my line, sweetheart. Thank you for giving me your trust.”  

     He smiled and it melted my resolve. If this man still expected me to leave I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk away. What began as an attempt to free my mind and my heart of Aaron’s poison had become something deeper. I wasn’t prepared for the feelings I was developing for Trench in such a short time. I readied myself to stand and my legs were the consistency of jelly. He held his hands under my elbows until I was steady again and we both laughed as the last bits of my white lace panties fell to the floor. Trench leaned down, picked them up and pocketed them like a newfound prize.

     “I think I’ll hold on to these for a while,” he winked and bent forward to kiss me.

     The door to the office opened, startling us both with the unexpected company.

     “Pres, I was thinking we sh-,” Clutch started and stopped as he looked up and took in the scene.

     “I hope that sentence was going to end with the word ‘knock’,” Trench laughed at Clutch’s unease.

     “Shit, sorry, brother. Haven’t you ever heard of using a lock? I, um, yeah, it can wait. Carry on.” Clutch bolted out the door, leaving Trench and I in stitches.

     “Told you he wasn’t so bad once you get to know him. He won’t be able to look you in the eye for at least a week. You’re welcome.”

     Trench finished buttoning his jeans and grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor.

     “Does that mean I’ll be around to see him squirm?” I chewed on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling awkward for even asking.

     “I think you know the answer to that. If you don’t, then I’m not doing a very good job of showing you.” Trench cradled the back of my neck in his hand and kissed me with an urgency that rocked my core. “Will you be alright on your own for a bit longer? I need to make sure things are staged for our run. Then I’m yours for the rest of the night.” He asked as we stepped into the hallway and walked towards the main room.

     “A bit tired,” I grinned, “but very good, thanks to you. I was going to help Mama Jo in the kitchen anyway.”

     “That’s my girl. Save a plate for me.” Trench swatted my ass in front of the brothers that were milling around the bar, sparking a few catcalls and whistles our way. They’d caught him calling me his girl. Cue butterflies and wishful thinking. “Alright, you maniacs, church in ten minutes. Spread the word,” Trench called out behind me and even though my back was to him I could still feel his eyes tracking my movements.

     For the first time, I wanted to embrace my life. Embrace Pandemonium.