He releases my grip and walks to the other side of the alley, tossing his hands over his head. After minutes of silence he marches up to me and pushes me against the wall again. “Is this what you want, Kailey? You want me to fuck you against this wall, like some groupie slut?”
“NO!” I screech. “I want you to want me so badly you can’t wait until we get home. I want to enflame your body so much that you desperately need to get inside of me, unable to hold off. I just want to be irresistible to you,” I yell back into face.
He thrusts his crotch forward. “Do you feel how hard I am right now? That’s you, Kailey.” His voice still emanates anger, but is beginning to calm. “I put myself through pain every day, so I don’t throw you over every damn piece of furniture or car. You deserve better than that.” He takes a deep breath. “Jesus, Kailey, you’re more to me than some cheap fuck in a filthy alley. I thought I’ve made that clear. I fucking love you. I didn’t love those girls. Hell, half of them I didn’t even like.” He backs up and places his hand on my cheeks. “But you, you’re the reason I get up in the morning. You’re the one I can’t wait to lay in my bed with, so I can savor every moment I have with you. Please, don’t take my reserve to mean anything but selfishness to explore your gorgeous body longer. I enjoy taking my time and savoring the taste of every inch of your skin. With you, it’s not just getting off, it’s feelings and emotions. Things I never had with anyone else.” His eyes continue to peer down at me, waiting for me to respond. What the hell do I say to that? The urge to bury my head in my hands and walk away embarrassed are tempting.
“I just thought—,” I start but he places his finger in front of my lips.
“You don’t have to say anything. I should have made this clear a long time ago.” He absolves me of my self-pity. “Since we’re out here and everyone thinks we’re fighting, how about we make the most of it?” He slyly smiles and all that anger surrounding us dissipates with it. How did I get this man? His head turns left and right, perusing the surroundings. Soon he grabs my hand and tugs me toward a dark corner. “So, I owe you one quick screw against a wall, but don’t get used to it, babe, okay?” He flirtatiously smiles my way.
“It’s really fine, Trey, let’s just go inside,” I reply.
His hands start pulling the fabric of my dress around my middle. “Nah, you started it. I’m hard and,” he inserts a finger into my panties, “you’re wet. Let’s not waste time, love,” he finishes and grabs my ass, holstering me up against the brick.
He propped me up with his one hand and leg while unsnapping and zipping his pants. Soon the heat of his bare bottom half hits mine, and there’s no way I’m saying no. “Shit!” he hollers right as the tip of his cock is at my opening. “I don’t have condoms,” he sighs.
“What?” I question in disbelief.
“I stopped carrying them around when I met you. I could go ask Dex but—,”
“Go ahead, Trey, I trust you,” I instruct him.
“Kailey,” his exasperated breath tells me between his past and the chances of another pregnancy, we’re done.
“I’m on the pill, go ahead,” I divulge. I feel bad for never telling him earlier, but I’m not about to pass up on this incredible desire right now.
He waits no time before thrusting himself into me. When his hardness busts through my folds, I clench around him, squeezing him tightly inside of me. His warm breath tickles my neck. “You always feel so fucking good, Kailey,” he tells me, and I contract harder around him. “If you want to finish, you’ll have to loosen up for me, baby,” he says softly in my ear. Even when he has me pressed against the wall, he’s sweet and loving.
I begin to loosen, and I feel my wetness smearing down my thighs when he slides in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. What happened to that guy I would see at the bars? Shit, there he is; he slams into me, and my back hits the rough surface. “God, Trey, more,” I softly say. His hands are squeezing and pushing my ass into him. I wish we could strip our clothes off and feel our naked bodies against one another. I guess Trey has a point, with the slow and devour version he prefers.
“Baby, come for me, I’m not going to last much longer without anything between us,” his voice staggered and breathless.
I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his crisp linen shirt in order to drive down on him. Holding his head in my hands, pressing it against my neck, I move my hips up and down on him. He groans and grunts. Hearing the noises erupting out of him has me wetter and becoming more aroused with every syllable. The same noises he makes in bed. I’m just on the brink of letting it all go when I take his face and bring it to me. I smile. He opens his eyes and alluring brown eyes capture mine. We focus on each other, until we both come, and his body pins me against the wall to stabilize himself while he catches his breath.
“Shit, maybe I should reconsider my earlier argument,” he jokes, breathing heavily in my ear.
“You had your eyes closed,” I remark, and he scrunches his eyes in confusion. “You usually have them open.”
“Really?” he questions, releasing me to the ground. My heels find the potholed filled drive, and my dress falls to the ground.
“Okay, you know when I told you I’d seen you with girls at Aces?” I swallow hard that I’m about to share this bit of information with him. He nods, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. “You always had your eyes open, looking around the room as you would make out with them.” I bite my lower lip and a slow smile creeps along his lips.
“I never knew you were checking me out that much,” he teases with pure pleasure in the fact.
“You were hard to miss,” I say, smacking his shoulder.
“Oh, babe, I love that you were that into me. But—,” he corners me with his arms right before we’re about to walk back, “do you finally believe me? That you’re different.” He kisses my nose, and I glance at the small, dark corner we just christened. Well, I’m sure we weren’t the first ones.
“Yeah, I do,” I honestly answer.
“Remember, I’m yours,” he reminds me, and we open the doors.
As we make our way back over to the table, I realize Trey’s right. I don’t even feel close to completely fulfilled as I do when we take our time. Smiles in place and hands entwined, we must look like a love sick couple. Tonight I want to dance with him close and smell the scent of spring of his body wash. I want my head to rest on his chest and hear the beats of his heart as he sways me and back in forth to the music. I want to toast champagne and kiss him any time I desire. I want to forget what tomorrow will bring and relish in everything that’s us.
He pulls my chair out, and I take a seat, carefully smoothing my gown down. Everyone around the table peers over at us with conspicuous glares, coming to their own conclusions to our disappearing act. I’m sure my make-up is smeared, and Trey’s pants look a bit more wrinkled. Instantly, the warmth of his hand brushes along my satin covered thigh and a burn ignites in me again. I briefly ponder if I’ll ever have enough of him. Will we ever be that couple that gives a quick peck on the lips and rolls onto opposite sides of the bed? God, I hope not.
“I’m going to get a drink. Do you want anything?” he whispers in my ear, but I shake my head, happy with the glass of wine. “I’ll be right back.” He kisses my temple. I watch his backside as he walks away for a few brief seconds.
“Man, you guys have it bad,” Sam teases and moves to the empty seat on my left.
Not really knowing how to respond, I decide a smile is enough. Most likely the blush that’s currently rising up my cheeks should be a good indication of how much I love that man.
“So, tell me. Are you guys serious, like marriage, kids, and the whole caboodle? Or, are you two just having fun like Dex and me?” Not really interested in thinking about my hopes and dreams of a future with Trey recognizing I might never get that wish granted, I decide to turn the tables.