Jaded 2: Broken Love Series (13 page)

“Good. I’d like to keep giving you firsts. I was worried I was being a little too presumptuous.” I had to look up at him to see if he was serious. Troy never seemed like the type to second guess himself. It was funny. I felt that if I didn’t want to go, he would persuade me to say yes, as if I had an option.

“What?” he questioned.

“You know dang on well if I didn’t want to go, you were going to see that I got on the plane. Even if you had to knock me out and tie me up.” He laughed hard at that.

“Damn right, but at least now I feel like you want it.” Shaking my head at him, I gave him a peck on the lips, then turned and pressed my butt into his pelvis; even though I felt his rod begin to stir, he allowed me to fall into the most peaceful and comforting sleep. 

I was bouncing around in Troy’s buttery soft leather seat of his private plane when the pilot announced that we’d arrived in the Bahamas–the freaking Bahamas. I was fighting my urge to exit the plane before it landed. It was taking forever for the wheels to hit the tarmac. Troy sat staring at me, obviously pleased at my excitement. I had tried to get information about where he was taking me the entire flight, and he gave nothing away. I’d even attempted to make myself a member of the mile-high club. He turned me down, saying he had plans on having me where he was taking me. Neither the pilot nor the flight attendant would reveal where we were going.

The plane finally landed a
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Grand Bahama International Airport. As soon as the pilot announced we could take off our seat belts, I was out of my seat and on Troy’s lap. I couldn’t downplay my excitement. I’m a poor girl from Detroit; stuff like this doesn’t happen to me. Girls from where I’m from don’t meet nice guys that take them on exotic trips. I’d never even had a birthday party, and here I was whisked away to a tropical paradise for my birthday. I didn’t know how I’d be able to ever return the favor, but I was extremely humbled by being able to take the trip, and on a private aircraft no less.

I’d never seen a real palm tree. I was restraining myself from acting out, because I’d never been anywhere besides Detroit. I didn’t want Troy to feel like he’d really just plucked me out the hood. A sedan was parked at the curb once we walked through the airport. Troy greeted the driver and held the door open for me. I was in awe as we rode along Airport Road to Queen’s Highway. It was so lush and green, and oh my God, the palm trees. I looked over my shoulder at Troy, who I’d finally realized was still there. I wanted to stick my head out the window. However, I resisted. Troy seemed really pleased at my excitement. I was hoping I wasn’t making a fool of myself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. I thought the mountains and the trees with new blossoms of spring on my way to Atlanta were beautiful, but this was breathtaking.

We pulled in front of a beach resort, and I was absolutely astounded. My mouth hung open as Troy and the driver gathered our luggage moved around me. I was actually facing the North Atlantic Ocean. The skies and the ocean were so cerulean; it was almost as if someone had drawn a picture. I could smell the salt from the ocean. I was ready to kick my sandals off and run towards the beach. Instead, I fumbled with my purse and pulled my phone out to snap a picture. I remained awestruck until I felt Troy wrap his arm around my waist.

“Come on baby, let’s put our things away and then we can do whatever you want.” I turned to see our luggage had been placed on a cart. Troy and the bell hop were waiting on me to stop my gawking so we could check in. My face flushed with embarrassment. I was acting like I haven’t been anywhere. I tried to hurry ahead of Troy into the building when he pulled on my hand, forcing me to fall back into him.

“I brought you here to enjoy yourself, baby. I’m glad I was able to put a smile on your face, and turn those eyes sea green with happiness.” Troy’s the only person to acknowledge that my eyes change colors depending on my mood. Butterflies released in my stomach; it felt good to be noticed, adored. He placed a kiss on my neck and kept my back glued to his front as we made our way to the check-in desk.

Our suite was more than I could have imagined. We had an oceanic view. The suite was decorated in deep rich woods, bamboo, and bright tropical colors of yellow and turquoise. It featured a small galley kitchen equipped with anything you’d need to prepare a meal. The balcony had a dining table set with charger plates, dinner plates, salad plates, bowls, and utensils. Additionally, there was a dining area inside of the suite off the kitchen. The marble bathroom had double sinks with hand towels folded neatly under each sink for easy access, a 6 ft. soaking tub, champagne, and strawberries that sat on the lip of the tub. I plucked a strawberry from the silver plate. It was succulent, sweet, and the perfect temperature–chilled, but not cold. I didn’t know that hotels or resorts went through so much to prepare for their guests’ arrival. The hotel that I stayed in when I first moved to Atlanta paled in comparison to this. This was luxurious and they’d thought of everything. I hadn’t stayed in any hotel before I traveled to Atlanta, and was pretty excited the first time I stayed in one. However, even with all the luxury and splendor, I couldn’t wait to get out of this beautiful room and walk on the more than picturesque beach. Reading my mind, Troy handed me an emerald green bikini and a maxi dress cover up, then continued grabbing items for himself out of the drawer that we’d packed our things away in.

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Troy and I walked along the beach, with him trailing a few steps behind.

“Troy. Oh my God. The sand is like powder.” The soft granules worked their way through my toes as I wiggled them in the sand. The beaches in and near Detroit felt nothing like this. “Come on. I gotta see if the water feels as good as it looks.” I slipped out of my cover up and ran towards the water. The warm temperature shocked me; though it was eighty-five degrees, I assumed because it was fall going into winter, the temperature of the water would be different. Troy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this, baby.” Turning in his arms, I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck

“This is beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here. This is the best gift I’ve ever received.” He smiled.

“Anything for you.”

We went scuba diving and played in the water until we got hungry. We went back to our room to change, only to leave back out. Troy took me to a restaurant where we dined overlooking the pristine shoreline. I snapped several pictures as the sun set and beautiful shades of orange and purple stretched across the sky.

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Troy definitely expanded my taste palate. I let him do the ordering for me. For an appetizer, he ordered chicken samosa with a cilantro yogurt sauce; then he ordered bohemian conch salad. It was absolutely delicious. I was a little unsure because the conch was raw, but it had a sweet, mild flavor, and it wasn’t too chewy. I expected it to have the texture of alligator or frog legs. My greedy behind was literally salivating for the main course. Troy didn’t disappoint; he ordered sautéed grouper with aromatic vegetables, and herb mashed potatoes for me, and lobster with curry sauce, fried plantains, and bok choy for himself.

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Well, the way to my libido is through my stomach. The culinary delight that he’s exposed me to has me wanting to disappear under the white tablecloth that rests across our table.

We took the quickest way possible back to our room besides jumping in the infinity pool and swimming across to the other side. When we were out of site from other patrons, I pulled him down to me and poured my soul into his mouth. I was literally trying to climb his tall ass as we stood under the veranda only hidden by greenery. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. I didn’t want him to feel I was saying it because he’d brought me here. When I was with Shane, if I told him I loved him just out of the blue, he assumed that I’d done something or was up to something. I didn’t want to ruin this trip with him thinking I saw him as anything other than the incredible man that he was.

With my legs wrapped around him, he opened the door to our room. I could hear him close and lock the door behind us. I continued to attack his mouth. I’d never been the aggressor before, but it felt good. I slid down his elongated frame and finally opened my eyes so that I could lead Troy to the bed. I froze when I saw candles of different sizes illuminating the hall, along with red, white, and pink rose petals. I looked up at Troy as tears glazed my eyes. I’d never had anyone do anything like this for me before. This was too much.

“Troy,” I whispered, still stunned by his romantic gesture. I figured bringing me here was enough. I walked the rest of the way into the suite, taking my shoes off along the way. I didn’t want to ruin the rose petals. Candles sat on pillars around the bed, and rose petals lay in the shape of a heart. I cupped my hands around my mouth, turned around, and smiled. Troy Williamson can be a cheesy romantic.

“This is beautiful. Thank you,” I smiled up at him as I walked towards him.

“You’re. Beautiful. Happy Birthday,” he said as he cupped the sides of my face and bent to meet my lips.

Troy stripped me so slow…too slow. Right now, he wasn’t giving me what I needed. I didn’t want slow and steady right now. I was feeling horny and freaky. I wanted to experiment, try some new things, so I took the lead again. I was relieved when he allowed it. I straddled his almost naked body, with the exception of his boxers.

I moved my hands over the ridges of his chest and taut stomach, admiring his body as well as his tattoos. Though some of Troy’s tats were simple, they possessed great detail, like the lion that was on the right side of his chest. The lion’s mouth was wide prepared for attack. Great detail was placed on the canines and carnassial teeth. It was almost as if the teeth were done in 3-D. I bent at the waist and ran my tongue along the lion, making my way to his chocolate nipple. I was drunk on his body’s reaction to my mouth on him. It encouraged me to explore more. I made my way down his stomach. I could feel him tense in anticipation at where he saw my mouth heading.

I’d never performed oral sex before. The closest I’d gotten was at my cousin Karen’s toy party, where the party host brought dildos and told us the best way to practice fellatio. Eager to finally put those skills to use, I slid Troy’s boxer briefs down his legs. After throwing them to the floor, I marveled at the intimate extension of himself. I may not know a great deal about a penis, but I definitely knew this man was blessed. His rod stood strong and proud, just like the person it was attached to. It was definitely an extension of who he was. It was erect, long, and thick. It slightly swayed as he looked down at me with lust-filled eyes waiting for my next move.

I brought moisture to my mouth that was drying out from me wondering how much of him I will be able to take into my mouth. I took a deep breath and brought my mouth to his mushroomed tip, and twirled my tongue around. Troy hissed, causing me to look up to see if I’d done something wrong. Seeing that it was a sound of pleasure, I looked back down at his rod that now held a bead of moisture on its head. I slid my tongue across the head, tasting his arousal. Once the liquid saturated my tongue, my sexual prowess kicked into high gear. I hollowed my jaws to accommodate his girth and slid my tongue along the underside of his smooth rod. Once he was slick with moisture, I brought my hand around his steely rod, applying slight pressure as I slid my hand up and down. His thigh muscles tensed when I twirled my tongue and moved my hand up and down. Having him lose control under my touch—my mouth—caused moisture to seep onto my thighs. I wiggled my hips in the air, attempting to find some relief from the throbbing taking place in my center.

Troy was opening and closing his hands in an attempt not to grab me by my head, but I wanted him to. I wanted him to lose it; he was always in control of everything. I wanted him to lose control in my mouth. When I cupped his balls and he grabbed my head, I smiled internally at how powerful I felt bringing him pleasure. He eased my head up and down; when I caught on to the pace he enjoyed, I took over. Before I knew it, his legs were shaking and I could hear his toes cracking. My center throbbed at his body’s reaction to my mouth.

“Baby…shi…L’oriel…Baby…I’m about to bust.” I felt so wanton; I wanted all of him. There was no way I was pulling away. Warm, slightly salty fluids filled my mouth. I moaned at the pleasure this man—my man—coming undone under my ministrations.

I sat back on my haunches and looked at him as he struggled for control. Seeing that he was still hard. I moved up his body, needing the feel him. Before I could impale myself with his steely rod, he’d produced a condom, halted me, and shielded himself.

I tried to hide my disappointment of wanting the intimacy of feeling him unsheathed inside of me. I suddenly became unsure and diverted my eyes. Troy sat up and placed his hands on each side of my head.

“What’s wrong?” I tried to turn my head because I could feel tears welling up. Man, I hated being such a cry baby. I shook my head no.

“Nothing,” I said as I positioned myself over him and slowly rocked and slid down his shaft. I kissed him to reassure him that I was fine. I kissed him to reassure myself that I was fine. I don’t know why it was bothering me so much. Troy always wore condoms. Wasn’t that a good thing?

“Baby. You plan on telling me what’s wrong. Don’t say nothing,” he said as he flipped me over onto my back and stared down at me.

“I. Um.” I cleared my throat to deter the lump that was forming. “I wanted to feel you.” He looked confused for a moment, then he looked down at our connected bodies.

“I’ve never,” he started.

“I know, and it’s cool.” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. We kissed with uncertainty, then I wrapped my legs around his waist. At the end of the day, I wanted this man and I’d take him as he is. We can have the condom discussion later. I was still too turned on and wet to not see this through until the end.

When we were done making love, I laid on Troy’s chest listening to his heart beat. It beat at a perfectly controlled pace. Not too fast and not too slow. Just like Troy. He did things his own way at his own pace. I understood that Troy’s obsessive use of condoms was part of his controlling nature. He refused to allow someone to control any outcome of his life. I have yet to witness Troy just allow someone else to control a situation. I often wondered how he and his ex-partner got along running a business.