The Walls Of Troy Part 24

"Any point in bothering with talking about why we shouldn't have done it?"

"I'm pretty sure that dead horse has been soundly beaten."

"Ya think?"

"Yeah."

Silence. Taut, uneasy silence.

I merged onto the interstate and tapped my thumbs on the wheel as I tried to focus on the road and not Troy.

He cleared his throat. "So since we're not going to harp on why we shouldn't, I think we should."

"We should-" I glanced at him, eyes wide. "I beg your pardon?"

"You liked it, right?"

"G.o.d, yeah."

"So did I. And, uh..." He shifted in the seat. "I want to do it again."

I held on to that steering wheel for dear f.u.c.king life. "You do realize you just guaranteed it's going to be impossible to concentrate in cla.s.s today, right?"

"Then let's not go."

"Huh?"

"You know," he said, sliding a hand over my leg, "missing one lecture won't kill us."

I glanced at him again. "Are you..."

"Yes. I'm suggesting we cut cla.s.s and go f.u.c.k."

My whole body tensed so hard I almost hit the brakes. "s.h.i.t." I glanced at him, eyebrows up. Christ, but he could be bold when he wanted to be. "Uh, doesn't this mean you're contributing to my delinquency?"

"I'll make it worth your while."

Oh my G.o.d.

f.u.c.k it. No way I was concentrating in cla.s.s now.

"If we go back to your dad's place, we're going to get some attention." I gnawed my lip. "I don't think anyone will notice if we go back to mine."

His fingers twitched on my leg. "How far is it from here?"

Too far. Way too far.

I slid my hand over the top of his. "Fifteen minutes. Tops."

Troy's grin sent a jolt of pure s.e.xual electricity right through me. "Go."

He didn't have to tell me twice.

Thank G.o.d, my brain checked back in just before I turned into my parking lot, and I regained enough presence of mind to circle the block a few times and make sure n.o.body was following me. With a lunatic out there who apparently didn't like the idea of someone getting involved with Troy, I couldn't be too careful.

Which was yet another reason I had no business getting involved with Troy. As if I needed any more. Except I also couldn't get away from him without leaving him vulnerable. And I couldn't stay close to him without possibly provoking his stalker.

I took a dozen random turns, doubling back and circling around until I was absolutely sure no one was tailing us.

No one followed us down the last two side streets, and there wasn't a car in sight when I pulled into the parking lot. I parked around behind the building in my usual spot, which wasn't visible from the road, and still scanned our surroundings in the mirrors before I killed the engine.

I entered the code on the security door, held it open, and after Troy had gone in, I scanned the parking lot once more. Then I let the heavy door fall shut behind me, the lock clanging into place, and continued up the stairs behind Troy.

In my apartment, I turned the dead bolt and slid the chain into place.

And then we faced each other.

I wrapped my arms around him and went in for a kiss, but he stopped me. "We both know what this is," he murmured. "Let's take it in the bedroom where it belongs before we get carried away right here."

"G.o.d, I love the way you think." I took his hand, and we hurried down the short hall. As soon as we were in the bedroom, holy f.u.c.k, we didn't hold back. Maybe it was the fact that we didn't have to worry about anyone catching us. Maybe we just didn't give a f.u.c.k about anything anymore. All I knew was Troy's kiss was deeper and more breathless than before, and I ground against him harder than before. His kiss erased any objections I might've had and any thoughts that could've backed them up.

Besides, having him here, behind closed and locked doors, with no one around but me, let me release my breath. He was safe. Protected. Never out of my sight, never vulnerable to his psychotic ex-boyfriend.

It was a convenient way to rationalize cutting cla.s.s to have s.e.x, but with a chill, I realized it was also true. There was no one lurking in the shadows in here, no one who might be around the next corner, waiting to harm Troy for having the audacity to move on.

He broke the kiss but didn't release the front of my shirt, which he'd grabbed somewhere in the middle of that tangled, trembling embrace. "Almost like being back in high school." He drew me back a step, inching closer to the bed. "Skipping cla.s.s to f.u.c.k."

I grinned and leaned down to kiss his neck. Younger men weren't usually my thing, but Troy was addictive. Now that he was past the fear that had slowed us down the first couple of times, he had a sure touch, a way of kissing me and pressing against me that never failed to take my breath away.

"Clothes off," he growled.

"Good idea." I pulled back to take off my boots, and he didn't try to stop me. To h.e.l.l with leaving on any pieces of my uniform this time. I wanted every inch of his skin against every inch of mine.

As soon as we were both completely naked, I grabbed him and kissed him, and he pulled me toward the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress, dragging nails across skin as we made out like our lives depended on it. It was impossible to say who was in control, and I didn't give a d.a.m.n anyway. My bedroom was littered with clothes and shoes, and I had no intention of being done until our skin was littered with the marks of a hard, hungry f.u.c.k.

"Just for the record," I panted against his neck, "these walls are incredibly thick."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm. Which means..." I dragged my lips along his skin. "We can make all the noise we want."

"Good to know," he growled, and dug his nails into my sides until I shivered.

In my apartment, a million miles away from anyone who gave a d.a.m.n about his father or my career, we didn't have to hold back anymore. We didn't have to be quiet.

And yet, we didn't make a sound.

Wrapped up in each other, naked in my bed, we kissed and touched, and the room was silent except for our slow, deep breaths and the whispers of skin and sheets.

Until I broke the silence and murmured, "I want you on top this time."

"Had enough foreplay already?"

"Do you want to wait?"

Troy whimpered, shuddering against me. "I don't want to wait, but I do like it when you f.u.c.k me."

"Oh, I will. You'll just be on top."

The pieces must've connected in his head, because he reached for the nightstand.

Getting the condom onto him took longer than it should have, but we were too busy kissing to care.

"Get on your back," he said. "G.o.d, I can't wait."

"Neither can I." I rolled onto my back. "C'mere."

He didn't hesitate. He straddled me, and I rested my hand on his hip and steadied my c.o.c.k with the other as he lowered himself onto me. He resisted a little at first, and I was about to suggest letting me prep him first, but then he pushed back just right, and my c.o.c.k slid into him.

"Oh G.o.d," I whispered. "You feel amazing."

"So do you." Eyes closed, he rose slightly, then came down again and took me a little at a time, one slow, easy stroke at a time, until I was all the way inside him.

And then he didn't hold back. At all.

He pinned my wrists to the pillow and rode me hard. Jesus, it must have hurt, but those whimpers and moans were all pleasure. He was relentless, tireless, and if it hurt, then either he loved it or he didn't notice, because he looked absolutely blissed the f.u.c.k out-eyes closed, mouth slack, brow knitted together. Troy was gorgeous no matter what he did, but this? Naked, sweating, taking my d.i.c.k one violent thrust after another? Stunning. Completely f.u.c.king stunning.

Troy whimpered. He threw his head back. He didn't come, but just the sight of him getting lost in ecstasy was enough to send me out of my mind.

"Oh f.u.c.k." I strained against his grasp as I thrust up into him. I wrenched one hand free, then the other, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto me, burying my c.o.c.k all the way inside him as I came.

It hadn't lasted long-we'd both been too d.a.m.ned spun up for anything more than a quickie-but G.o.dd.a.m.n, it was intense.

"Promise me something," I said, still struggling to catch my breath.

"Hmm?"

"One of these nights, you'll f.u.c.k me as hard as you just took me."

He grinned. "So you're not just a top?"

"Not when I'm with someone who's willing to f.u.c.k me hard enough to make it hurt."

Troy shivered. Then he lifted himself off me, and I got up to get rid of the condom.

As I came back to bed, I said, "You haven't come yet."

His cheeks colored. "I told you, sometimes I..."

"It's okay." I kissed him, drawing it out for a moment. "Just means you're still hard so I can still tease you."

He moaned as he trailed his fingers along the shaved sides of my head. "Please do."

"I fully intend to." I lay beside him and gestured for him to face the other way. "On your side."

"On my-"

"Trust me."

He shrugged and rolled onto his side. I molded myself to him and slid my hand over his hip as I kissed his neck.

"Touch yourself," I whispered in his ear. "Show me how you like it."

Troy's arm brushed mine, and his back arched off my chest as he started stroking himself. He did it slowly at first, but the more I kissed his neck and caressed his skin, the more he picked up speed. As I let my fingertips drift over his a.s.s and between his cheeks, his rhythm faltered. He squirmed against me.

"Don't stop," I breathed. "Keep going."

He quickly found his rhythm again, and more or less maintained it as I moved my fingers closer to his a.n.u.s.

"Oh G.o.d," he groaned as I teased him with one fingertip.

"More?"

"Please."

I grinned against his neck and pressed in with my finger. He was already well prepared after being f.u.c.ked, and moaned as I added a second finger, sliding them both inside him.

"Keep stroking." I kissed beneath his ear and crooked my fingers inside him. "Do it just the way you like it."

He kept stroking, and I kept teasing him, sliding my fingers in and out of him and crooking them just right to tease that spot inside.

"Do you want to stop?" I whispered.

"Please, no." He arched against me. "I love this."

"Good. I'll keep doing it as long as you want me to."

He groaned, his free hand grabbing on to the pillow as his hips started moving, pushing his c.o.c.k into his own fist and impaling himself on my fingers. I let him dictate how fast, how hard, and just teased and touched him, kissing beneath his ear the whole time.

"I'm gonna..." He clenched around my fingers, so I moved them a little faster, and was rewarded with a low, throaty groan. "Oh f.u.c.k..." His breath caught, and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten at once, and the sound he made was the most incredible, helpless half moan, half sob I'd ever heard. He rocked back against me as much as he could in this position, f.u.c.king himself on my fingers while he pumped his c.o.c.k with his fist.

His arm stopped, and he shuddered, so I stopped too.

"That was..." He exhaled hard. "f.u.c.k..."

I kissed the side of his neck. "FYI, you sound absolutely hot as f.u.c.k when you come."

Troy shivered, then turned his head enough to find my lips with his. "I didn't think I'd be able to, but with the things you do, I don't see how I couldn't."