The Walls Of Troy Part 22

I made it through the day on autopilot and even managed to get us back to the house without cras.h.i.+ng the car, but G.o.dd.a.m.n, I was a mess.

It didn't help that Troy seemed equally out of sorts. I caught him staring off into s.p.a.ce during our history cla.s.s like half a dozen times. I didn't call him out on it, though. The only reason I'd noticed was because I'd been staring off into s.p.a.ce myself, and my gaze had wandered over to him. Again.

Not speaking, not looking at each other, we headed up the steps and into the house. The dogs came up to greet Troy as they always did, and I turned to go to the security office to download.

"Iskander, wait."

I turned.

"You, um..." He avoided my gaze for a second. "Do you want to come upstairs? To study?"

"You really think we'll get any studying done if we do?"

Troy looked me right in the eye. "I know we won't."

Jesus. f.u.c.king. Christ.

I exhaled. "We really shouldn't."

"I know." He chewed his lip. "So, do you want to come upstairs?"

Yes. Oh my G.o.d, yes.

"Let me, um..." I gestured at my holster. "Let me go download."

He nodded. "Okay. You know where to find me."

I so do...

If I'd had any doubt about Troy's intentions-and I sure as f.u.c.k did not-they vanished the instant he opened his bedroom door.

His s.h.i.+rt was gone, revealing smooth abs and a thin treasure trail that drew my attention straight down to the front of his low-slung jeans.

Against my better judgment, I stepped past him, into the room, and gulped as he closed the bedroom door. When I turned around, he gestured at my police belt. "You should take that thing off. It might get in the way."

"Good idea." I unbuckled the bulky belt and set it on the floor by our feet. "Better?"

"Much better."

And with that, he grabbed my camouflage blouse, pulled me to him, and kissed me. Oh f.u.c.k, to h.e.l.l with it-there was no resisting him. Not when he kissed me this hungrily, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and pressing that hot, half-naked body against mine.

His fingers hissed across the recently shaved sides of my head. "G.o.ddammit, you look hot like this." His other hand slid up my thigh but stopped midway. Didn't lift up, didn't continue, just...stopped. And stayed there. Body heat radiated from his palms, right through the camouflage and onto my skin.

"You really do have a thing for military, don't you?"

"I so do." He kissed me again as he shoved my blouse off my shoulders, but left the dark blue T-s.h.i.+rt in place.

"You know we're never going to get any studying done in here."

"No, we're not." He ran his hand up my inner thigh. "Maybe we should switch majors to something focusing on human anatomy."

"I don't know. Studying it might take the-" I sucked in a breath as he cupped my d.i.c.k through my pants. "Might take...the fun out of it."

"Somehow I doubt that." He squeezed just enough to make me groan.

"Jesus, Troy..." I wrapped my arms around him. "So much for studying together any time soon, right?"

"Did you really think we'd get anything done?"

"Not a chance." I brushed a few strands of blue-black hair out of his face. "I don't even remember what the professor talked about today."

"Neither do I." He dropped a light kiss on my lips. "Can't say I really care either."

"Mmm, neither do I." I grinned. "I do, however, care that you have too many clothes on."

Troy s.h.i.+vered and drew back. "Maybe I should fix that, then?"

He pulled off his s.h.i.+rt, and as he unb.u.t.toned his pants, I leaned down to untie my boots, but he put a hand on my arm.

"Leave those on." He licked his lips. "It looks hot."

"How much do you want me to leave on?"

He shrugged. "You can take your s.h.i.+rt off."

"Oh, can I?"

He met my eyes, a devilish sparkle in his. "Well, you don't have to..."

"Uh-huh." I stripped off my T-s.h.i.+rt while he took off everything except his boxers. His sudden boldness surprised me, but given how uncertain and borderline timid he'd been the other night, I wasn't going to argue. Nor was I going to object when he pushed me down onto the bed and got on top.

"You know what you want, don't you?" I whispered.

"Mmhmm." He ground against me, bringing back all the mind-blowing sensations from the other night. "I want you."

I s.h.i.+vered. "Likewise, believe me." I dragged him down into a kiss. "You sure you want me wearing all these clothes?"

"They look hot on you." He ran his hand down my side, pausing at my waistband. "But they are in the way, aren't they?"

"Just a bit."

He lifted himself off me, and I made quick work of unb.u.t.toning my camouflage trousers. Between us, we managed to push them down enough to get out of the way.

As he kissed me again, Troy closed his fingers around my c.o.c.k. Jesus, but I loved the things he did with his hands. He knew just how to stroke, how hard to squeeze, when to add the slightest, most mind-blowing twist, and I could've let him do this all night long.

He had other plans, though. His hand slowed, and then he s.h.i.+fted. I opened my eyes and...

Oh G.o.d.

Oh dear, G.o.d, his mouth on my c.o.c.k...

I pushed myself up onto my forearms and watched him. f.u.c.k, I could barely breathe, and I didn't know how much of that was because of what he was doing with his lips and tongue, and how much of it was the sight of him doing it.

He was the perfect contrast to me, the nonconformist in black and makeup as he held himself up over my disheveled uniform. His carefully arranged hair fell down over his forehead. Every time he bobbed his head, his piercings caught the light. The slightest furrow of his brow spoke of the intense concentration, and his little moans that I felt more than heard drove me crazy.

And when his eyes flicked up to meet mine through the strings of stray black hair, the tear-smeared eyeliner f.u.c.king did me in.

"f.u.c.k..." I stroked his hair just so I could touch him, so I could brush it out of the way and see his eyes. His watering, black-ringed eyes that were so full of l.u.s.t and need and a hint of devilishness.

Then he lowered his gaze and took my c.o.c.k all the way into his mouth.

"Holy f.u.c.k, Troy." My eyes rolled back. "D-don't stop."

He did, though, and as my nearly there o.r.g.a.s.m receded, I wanted to protest, but then he was over me, and kissing me, and all I could do was kiss him back and touch him all over and not give a d.a.m.n that I hadn't come yet.

"I want to suck you off," he murmured, "but not this time. I want you to f.u.c.k me."

Oh Christ.

"Are you sure?" I ran my fingertips up his back as I squirmed underneath him. "You said the other night-"

"I know. But I...I want to." He lifted himself up and met my eyes. "I was nervous the first time, but..."

"I don't want to hurt you, Troy."

"You won't. I should've known there was nothing safer than s.e.x with my bodyguard."

"Being your bodyguard has nothing to do with it." I drew him closer. "You're safe with me no matter what."

He smiled. "I know. That's why I don't want to stop."

Except it's every reason why we should stop.

But I didn't stop. I kissed him again, and I didn't stop him from rubbing his groin against mine just like he didn't stop me from sliding my hands over his firm a.s.s.

Breaking the kiss, he avoided my eyes and gave a quiet, humorless laugh. "I can't promise I'll be able to come, though."

"You came last time."

"I know, but we weren't..." His cheeks colored again.

"But will you enjoy it? Even if you don't come?"

"I..." He swallowed hard. "I want to. I just..." He held my gaze, though it seemed to be a struggle. "I haven't been this far with anyone since..." He broke eye contact, but drew me closer. "I've made it this far tonight, and I need to keep going. I can't..." Our eyes met again. "Please."

I ran my fingers through his hair. I couldn't imagine s.e.x being a Sisyphean ordeal, the climb up the hill taxing him so much that he wanted to push forward rather than risk having to start all over again.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Please. And I...I want you on top."

My chest tightened. "You do?"

"Yes." He cupped my face and kissed me. "I trust you."

"I won't hurt you. I promise."

"I know."

I pressed my lips to his again. "Just say stop if you want to."

Troy nodded.

"Turn around."

He did, and as he held himself up on his hands and knees, he was trembling.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just...can't wait."

Neither can I.

But I didn't want to hurry either. I made quick work of getting the condom on and then put plenty of lube on myself and on him.

As I pressed a slick finger into him, he growled, "I don't want fingers. I want you."

"And I don't want to hurt you." I pushed a second finger in. "You'll get f.u.c.ked in a minute, don't you worry."

He clawed at the sheets, rocking back against me as if to make my hand move faster. He wanted it bad, and on any other night, I'd have teased him relentlessly, but seeing Troy this desperate for my c.o.c.k... I couldn't resist. I had to f.u.c.k him now.

I withdrew my fingers and put some more lube on the condom just to be sure. Then I guided myself to him, my head spinning with antic.i.p.ation.

"Remember what I said." I pressed the head of my c.o.c.k against him. "We can stop any time." I leaned in a little, and his whole body tensed. "Relax," I whispered, running my free hand up and down his back. "I won't hurt you. I promise."

Troy's shoulders rose as he took in a deep breath, and as he let it out, his body started to relax. I pressed a little harder-not so hard I'd force my way in, but hard enough that all he had to do was push back, and I'd be inside him.

He took another breath. Let it out.

I was just about to suggest changing position, or relaxing some more, or...or something, but then he exhaled. All the tension in his shoulders was suddenly gone.

And even that didn't prepare me for him to suddenly take me.

I gasped, s.h.i.+vering as the head of my c.o.c.k went from against him to inside him. My ability to speak vanished along with my breath and my awareness of anything besides that mind-blowing point of contact.

Troy exhaled.

For several long seconds, neither of us moved. Partly, I wanted to give him a chance to get used to me. And h.e.l.l, so I could get used to him. To the fact that I was finally inside him.