23. Troy
twenty-three
troy
Woman With A Glowing Alien Inside Her
M y brain finally reboots, coming back online after having gone catatonic for the past few seconds. Reaching back with one hand, I peel off my hoodie and T-shirt in one quick move, then yank off my jeans and briefs like they’ve been plotting against me.
Sarina’s eyes skate over my abs appreciatively before dropping to my cock. Her tongue comes out to wet her lip again, sending satisfaction coursing through me. “He’s bigger than I remember.”
My hands slide down to cup her ass. “I’m surprised you remember how he looks at all, given he was lodged inside you that entire night.”
Her lips twitch. “Fair point.” She hooks one leg around my hip, bringing my dick to her wet seam. “Though I’d argue your ego is bigger in size.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s about to get even bigger once I’m inside you again.” I lean in to nip her lip. “Speaking of which . . .” My eyes dart to my crumpled jeans and a groan escapes my lips. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t bring any condoms. I wasn’t really expecting . . .” I look at where the head of my cock is literally pressed up against her clit and barely keep myself from blacking out.
What I don’t tell her is that I’d used my last condom with her all those months ago. That I hadn’t been with anyone since because I couldn’t get her out.
My heart drops to my stomach, even as my mind begs me to figure something else out—pull out or ask if she’s on the pill. But I can’t risk it. Not when I know what one night can lead to.
Don’t get me wrong, Pearl is the best “accident” that could have happened to me, but I won’t make another decision like that in the heat of the moment.
A surprised smile spreads across her face like she just remembered something. “Actually, I have a few.”
She moves toward the nightstand, her long hair swaying over the top of her round ass. The thought of her having condoms in her nightstand—of potentially being with someone else since our night together—has a surge of jealousy rushing through me. I know I can’t demand that answer or expect that she would have stayed celibate since me just because I’d done the same for her, but . . . fuck! Just the thought of someone else touching her has me feeling murderous. Thankfully, Sarina interrupts my spiraling by turning around with a foil packet in her hand.
“The bridal party I worked at recently handed them out. Ooh!” She waggles her brows, her grin turning mischievous. “It’s glow-in-the-dark, but it should fit! Wanna turn off the lights?”
“Glow-in-the-dark,” I deadpan, taking the foil from her hand and studying the wrapper. “I wasn’t expecting my dick to look like a lightsaber today.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to conquer my dark side?” And with that, she strips off her pajama shirt, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful breasts and her pert little nipples. Swinging her hips from side to side, she climbs onto her bed, getting on all fours. Then, pulling her curls to one side, she looks at me from over her shoulder. “‘Help me, Obi-Wan Winters, you’re my only hope.’”
“Jesus.” I stare, mesmerized by her perfect ass swaying in the air for me, an invitation to do all the things I’ve dreamed of doing to her for so long. “I can’t decide what’s more alarming—that my dick’s about to glow in the dark or that it’s somehow more aroused with you calling me Obi-Wan Winters.”
I turn to flip off the light switch like she’d requested before ripping open the foil.
Sarina wiggles her hips. “The Force is strong with him. I can feel it.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I had no idea you were such a nerd.”
But fuck if it doesn’t make me like her more. I’d already accepted months ago that she’d be the type of girl I could fall for, but lo-and-behold, it’s the fucking Star Wars reference that has me falling outright.
Maybe I need to get my head checked.
With the darkness surrounding us—save for the light streaming in from the bottom of Sarina’s bedroom door, giving me just enough visibility to see what I’m doing—I roll the condom on.
“Holy shit.” I look down at my cock, now glowing an otherworldly neon green, and shake my head in disbelief. “Never in my thirty-one years did I ever think I’d be standing behind an awaiting woman on all fours . . . like this.”
But then, my brows knit when my thumb brushes my tip and I look at it again, reality dawning on me with horrifying clarity. “Wait. What the hell? Are you kidding me?”
“What?” Sarina turns around, her eyes darting to my cock in my hand. Her jaw goes slack, lips parting in silent shock. Even in the dark, her eyes widen at the sight—and not in the way I was hoping. Her shoulders start to shake before she snorts and promptly plants her face on her pillow, trying to muffle her uncontrollable laughter. The bed shakes with her fit of giggles.
“Okay, I swear—” She can’t even finish her sentence, wheezing with each word. “I swear I had no idea it looked like that.”
Yeah. That’s definitely not something you want to hear from a woman you’re about to fuck.
By “that,” she means the alien condom around my dick.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, not only is my dick glowing green, but there are two tiny antennas at the head of my cock, along with two large black eyes, reminiscent of every terrible alien abduction movie ever made.
“Christ.” I run a hand down my face, both chiding myself for not having a condom and trying to hold back my laugh. I swear, when I fantasized about having this moment again with her, I did not anticipate my dick cosplaying E.T.
How is it that something unexpected, and often hilarious, always happens when I’m around this girl?
“I swear, if you speak a word of this again?—”
“Look at the bright side,” she says, smiling like a psychopath. “If we have a power outage, we can use you as a glow stick to light the way.”
“Great. My multipurpose dick has always loved being useful.”
Sarina giggles again, barely able to speak. “I never envisioned getting to live out my paranormal romance fantasies with an alien.” She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “But this is truly a dream come?—”
I don’t let her finish. Lifting her ass with one hand, I tease her clit with the other, making her forget the rest of her words with a gasp. She barely has time to collect herself before I align myself with her entrance and thrust into her in one go.
Sarina’s lust-filled groan reverberates inside the room, replacing all her giggles as my entire body stiffens and I plead with myself not to come right here on the spot. God, what a fucking travesty that would be, given not only is this the first time I’ve been with someone since her, but because I fucking finally have her again.
She feels like a dream—so soft, so tight and wet. My words scramble inside my head, but somehow, I manage to get out a few in no particular order. “Jesus. Baby. Yes.”
“Troy . . .” Sarina breathes, as if my name is all she can remember at this point, which is absolutely fine with me. My name is the only one that should be on her lips, in every breathless whisper and every moaned plea.
My fingers grasp her hips in a vise grip as I take a shuddering inhale, trying to regulate my heartbeat. I curve my body over her back, licking the back of her ear and making her shiver beneath me. “Permission to wreck this pussy, Captain?”
“Captain?” She lets out a breathless sound that’s both a laugh and a moan. “You’re confusing Star Wars with Star Trek. That’s blasphemy.”
“Says the woman with a glowing alien inside her.”
“You’ve already wrecked it for anyone else,” she whispers, her vulnerability betraying her playfulness.
My heart stutters to a momentary stop inside my chest. Did she . . .? Did she just admit what I think she did? Not only that she hasn’t been with anyone else, but that she’s thought about us ever since? About me?
Her words only charge the air further around us as my cock throbs, begging me to move.
“I don’t plan to take it easy on you,” I warn.
She turns her head, brushing her lips against mine, her eyes filled with desire and determination. “Do your worst.”
I deepen our kiss, taking her mouth roughly before sucking and biting on her shoulder, like a wolf over its kill. Slowly, I slide my cock out of her before thrusting back in with a long, torturous stroke, making her whimper.
Her bed rocks and squeaks below us as I find my rhythm, taking her with a kind of need that can only be described as animalistic and feral, untamed and raw. With each drive forward, I stretch and widen her, burying myself to the hilt until I’m practically hitting her uterus.
“G–God,” Sarina stutters. “So full. I feel like my insides are going to become a mold of your antenna’d dick.”
Said antenna’d dick looks ridiculous—like a glow stick at a rave—coming out of her before shoving back again, the neon green glowing and fading with each thrust into her. But I’m beyond the point of caring about anything but her wet heat gripping me like a vise. I hoist her ass up a little more, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, before wrapping an arm around her front and finding her clit. Her swollen bud pulses against my fingertips as I tease and flick it while I continue to plunge into her, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
God, she looks so fucking beautiful with her long hair swept to one side, exposing that delicious curve of her neck and that sheen of sweat I don’t have to see to know is there, coating her skin like liquid lust. The scent of her—something sweet mixed with lilacs and something uniquely Sarina—fills my lungs with each frantic breath.
And while there’s no denying her outward beauty, the thing I love—yes, fucking love—about the woman in front of me is her fearless determination and her fiery soul.
She’s a live wire with a side of sass and snark.
A princess stuck inside a tower of her own making, refusing to see past her fears.
Until now . . .
Fucking finally.
My breaths come out as pants as I continue to ram into her, hard and fast. Sweat drips down the side of my forehead as tension coils at the base of my spine. “I’ll tell you right the fuck now, Rina. You’re not putting me on a shelf after this. I’m going to need you like this, squeezing my cock, every . . .” I dive deeper into her. “Single.” Thrust and drive, grunt and growl. “Day.”
“I like when you call me that,” she admits, her soft and shy confession settling between us.
Her rare and hesitant vulnerability catches me off-guard, lighting my skin on fire. But I’m ready to burn alive if it’ll keep her talking—giving me some of those truths she guards so fiercely behind her iron walls.
“And I like you ,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her spine.
I continue to rub her clit in circles, the sounds of our flesh slapping driving me wild. The wet, rhythmic echoes mix with her moans and my grunts create a carnal melody so perfect, I’ll replay it in my head for years to come.
Sarina fists her sheets, her walls strangling my cock like she’s trying to murder it. My movements get erratic as my release threatens to course through me. The overwhelming bliss from our bodies coming together sparks my nerve endings on fire.
“Fuck, Rina,” I curse, swelling inside her with a jerk, knowing I’m close. “You feel so good, baby.”
Sarina drops her face into her mattress, stifling her scream. Her walls pulse around me as her thighs tremble and body heaves. She milks my cock as she succumbs to her orgasm, while I spill into the condom with the force of a firehose, only temporarily dousing a blaze that has a will of its own.
A blaze that’s inextinguishable and unrelenting.
* * *
After cleaning up, we lie facing each other in the dark, thoughts of the day hanging in the air between us.
I’ve already seen the pale skin she hides, but I get the feeling she prefers the dark. Perhaps it’s easier for her to be vulnerable and say what’s on her mind when she can’t see my expression, like speaking into a deep void.
Sarina breaks the silence, taking a trembling breath as if living through the incident again. “What you did for Rome today . . .” I hear her swallow. “I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there.”
I bring her hand to my lips, leaving a kiss in the center of her palm. “Don’t go down that road, Rina. He’s okay. Completely wiped after a very traumatic experience, but he’s okay.”
“Still, I just want to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I owe you . . . everything.”
Her words stir inside my head, and I find her eyes in the dark. “Is that why you . . .?” I clear my throat, feeling my stomach clench. “Is that why you wanted to have sex? Because you thought you owed me?”
“No!” Her warm hand clasps around mine tightly, like she’s punctuating the word, before she loosens it, hesitating. “I guess today just made me stop fighting what’s between us. But what happened just now was because I’ve wanted this—wanted you—ever since I saw you again . . . ”
I trace the tips of my fingers up her bare arm, waiting for her to finish, but realize she won’t without a push. “But?”
“But . . .” She takes a breath. “Nothing has changed. You’re still going back to the MLB and I’m still me—the woman who wants nothing to do with the spotlight, the pressure, all those things I ran away from. I don’t want that life again, Troy. I can’t do that to Rome or myself.”
“So what just happened between us . . . What was that?”
I see her mouth tip up into a smile, but it isn’t as steady as it usually is. “It was two friends coming together to have phenomenal, mind-blowing sex.”
I stay silent, trying to understand how she went from keeping us firmly in the friend zone to suddenly being so casual about us having sex. I hadn’t completely questioned it earlier, given I was leading with my dick and not my brain— or my heart —-but now I’m not sure what to make of this unexpected shift.
Before I can get my thoughts together enough to ask her what this means, she says, “And I think we should do it again.” Her shoulder hitches up. “If you want to, that is.”
If I want to?
Has this woman not been paying attention the past forty minutes? The last almost six months?
“Rina, what exactly are you suggesting?”
She tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, as if giving herself a moment to think about her words. “Maybe we could keep doing this.” Her voice is softer, more hesitant. “You know, until you need to go back to the team. Like friends who . . . you know.”
“Who fuck?” The words come out harsher than I intended, making her flinch.
“Well, you make it sound meaningless and crude when you say it like that.”
“Because it is. And it would be a lie. You know what just happened between us wasn’t just fucking .”
Her hands grasp mine, and I’m not sure if it’s to urge me to agree or to beg me to talk her out of this preposterous idea. She’s quiet for a long moment. “That's all I can offer right now.”
“A friends-with-benefits situation is what you can offer? Just so I’m clear, is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes.”
“And what happens when I go back to the Blazers?”
She lets out a soft exhale. “Then we end this arrangement and go back to being just friends.”
I snort. “As if we’ve done such a good job of that so far?”
She’s quiet for a long moment. “We have to try, even if it’s for our kids. Rome absolutely loves you, Troy. And I have so much affection for Pearl—it’s one of the reasons I was resisting getting back into bed with you again. I didn’t want to complicate this any more than it already was. And while we did just that today, our kids shouldn’t have to suffer because of us. That’s why it’s so important they never think we’re anything more than just friends.”
Or you could just take a chance on this. A real chance, knowing we could make it work if we tried.
I stare at her dumbfounded, wanting to argue with her that whatever this is between us could never be diminished into something so casual or detached. It would never work, not only because I know I could never fuck her without catching feelings—yes, I might have just lost my man card admitting that—but I know she couldn’t, either.
For many guys, this would be the perfect situation: meaningless, casual hookups with a girl who wants nothing long-term in return. There would be many guys—several of my friends and teammates even—who would sell their kidney to have a chance like that with Sarina.
But I’m not one of them—not when it comes to this girl.
Still, as I mull over her proposition, I realize I’m not shocked that she suggested it. Something fierce and palpable has burned between us for months—uncontainable, undeniable, consuming us both every time we’re together. She’s felt it just the same as I have.
I understand her reasoning to an extent. She has Rome to protect, apart from if her own heart gets involved again. She’s already dealt with the media circus and the stress of being in the spotlight once—a quick Google search revealed the shitty things the media said about her when she split with her ex. She had to rebuild her entire life after it all fell apart.
But fuck if I’ll let her hide behind her fears forever.
Because here’s the thing about the stubborn woman beside me; she might think she’s protecting her heart with this friends-with-benefits bullshit, but she’s only fooling herself. The way she kissed me tonight, the way she responded to my touch and my words says otherwise. That casual isn’t in the cards for us.
And as I lay here beside her, something starts to take shape inside my head.
If she needs this “arrangement” to feel safe, then perhaps that’s my way in. It’s not what I want—not even close—but left with the choice of not having her at all after tonight, I am willing to play the long game. Maybe I need to meet her where she is now, on her terms, to show her where we could go.
“Okay,” I say finally, pulling her into my arms.
Her hands cup my neck, her fingers brushing my beard. “Okay?”
“You leave me no choice but to do it your way.”
For now. Because if this is the only way to prove to her that what we have is different, that I’m different, and that we’re worth taking a chance on? Then I’m willing to do it.
Even if I have to risk my heart being shredded in the process.