Trey stared at his two friends hoping they'd leave. It was past seven, and he knew June wouldn't wait around forever. He needed to find out where the loser was taking her in a couple of days. After Paul's comments he knew it was true. If he didn't lay his claim soon, June wouldn't stick around to see what was going to happen.
"I tell you I'm looking forward to Friday. The two women I was with will be there again. I can't wait to feel their sweet pussies wrapped around my cock," Max said.
"Great, another sleepless night for me," Dale said.
"I don't know if I'll make this Friday. I've got a lot of work to get through." He intended to follow June with her date in a very stalker like fashion. He didn't care how it made him look. Trey was not losing her to a guy with lots of money that her parents liked.
"Come on, I fucked two women. Two dirty, hot, sexy women, and you both are acting like a bunch of losers."
"Not losers, Max," Dale said.
Glancing at his watch, Trey silently cursed.
Standing up he went to the fridge and pulled his cell phone out.
June: Where r u?
Trey: I'm doing damage control. 2 friends r here. June: Going 2 bed all alone.
He cursed, ran his fingers through his hair and
charged into the other room. "Get out," he said.
Dale and Max were glaring at each other, and they
turned their gazes to him. "What?"
"Get out. I need you both to get out. I'm tired, and
we're doing nothing but argue. I've got to get some sleep. Go."
"Fuck, Trey," Max said, swigging down his beer.
Trey didn't apologize. He shooed them out of his place like they were two strays he'd picked up in the street.
Slamming the door closed, he turned off the lights and watched them walk out of sight. Once they were gone, he pushed several condoms into his pocket and ran for the door. Flinging the door open he was shocked to see June stood there.
She shoved him inside, slammed the door and kissed him.
Moaning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close.
"I ordered pizza to be delivered here. I hope you don't mind," she said, giving him time to breathe.
"Baby, I don't give a fuck as long as you're prepared to get naked."
June pulled her shirt up over her head. She wasn't wearing any underwear. The vision she presented was one of his many wet dreams.
Unbuckling his belt, he tore at his jeans. She was in his place, getting naked. Fuck, he really loved this woman.
"I watched them leave. They sure do like to stick around."
"They're making plans for Friday."
"You going drinking on Friday?" she asked.
He took her hand leading her upstairs to his bedroom. The rest of the apartment was silent. They'd get
plenty of privacy here, and he'd still get to hear the door. She settled on his bed, waiting for him.
"No, I want to know where your asshole is taking you,"
Trey said, sitting beside her.
"He's taking me to the fancy French restaurant in
town." She made a face of disgust.
"You don't sound too happy about that," he said.
"I hate French food. It's nothing personal, but I don't
like it. He didn't even ask me what I like. It's going to be a long night with him."
She stroked his leg, and he cupped her breast, loving the hard nipple that budded against his palm.
"Why bother going at all?" he asked, feeling jealous that someone got to take his woman out for dinner.
"My parents want me to go out with him. One date and I can let them know how much I hated it. They'll back off. Mom and Dad want me to be happy. Martin wants a wife he can get pregnant. I'd have to give up the bakery, and that is not happening." She shook her head, smiling.
"You don't like this Martin at all?"
"No. He's a prick. Be lucky you don't have to meet him."
He was going to meet him. Trey wasn't going to stand back while some fucker was dating his woman. Not happening, not on his watch.
The sound of the door interrupted his thoughts. "Pizza," she said, throwing her arms up in the air. She handed him some cash, which he batted away.
Going downstairs, he grabbed several notes from his wallet and handed them to the delivery guy. He took the pizzas and headed back upstairs.
Trey found June lay on his bed. Her fingers stroked the carpet. She looked up and smiled, and once again he was lost.
Laying the boxes on the floor, he lay beside her, and together they opened the tops. There was a ham and pineapple pizza and a pepperoni one.
He took the largest piece and bit into it.
"I love pizza," she said.
"Can't you make this stuff?"
"Yeah. It takes some time, but it always tastes so
good. I thought this would be better for tonight. We're not wasting any time."
"It's why it's called fast food," he said. "So, what time do you need to be up tomorrow?"
"I've got to be up at four."
"I want you to stay here tonight."
She paused, the slice of pizza poised before her mouth. June turned to look at him. "Are you serious?" she asked.
"I stayed the night at your place. I think it's only fair you give me a shot."
June licked her lips, putting the pizza down. "Molly knows about us," she said, surprising him.
"What?" he asked, delighted someone actually knew.
"She heard us. The machines were not good buffers to the noise. She heard us and thinks I'm making a mistake giving you a chance."
His hopes were quickly dashed. Molly and June had become good friends. How was he going to get her on his side if Molly didn't think they were a good idea?
"What did you say to her?"
"There's nothing to worry about. We're having some fun, and neither of us are going to get hurt. I'm not going to put myself out there, Trey."
He didn't expect her to.
"We're having some fun." Taking a bite of the pizza Trey discovered he'd lost his appetite.
Turning onto his side, he watched June nibble on the pizza. He reached out, stroking a hand down the line of her back.
"When you're out with this asshole I'm going to want you to remember me," he said.
"How can I forget you?"
"I'm going to be fucking you every day of this week. Prepare your pussy for a pounding."
Trey moved behind her, pulling her hips up and opening her thighs. He tested her readiness for him. She was slick to the touch and ready for his cock.
Gripping the shaft, he pressed deep inside her. She was wet, hot and so ready for him.
She dropped the pizza onto the floor.
He held her hips, sliding up to the hilt inside her.
"You're not wearing a condom," she said, looking at him from the bed.
"I'll pull out."
"That's not safe."
"It'll have to do unless you want to stop and get the
condoms?"
She shook her head.
"Good. You feel so good."
Trey pulled out of her, seeing the cream coat his naked shaft.
Her moans were muffled by the bed.
He slapped her ass between each thrust. Trey had to hear her pleasure. He needed to know she wanted this as much as he did.
Tightening his grip on her hips he slammed into her, watching his cock sink inside her tight, red pussy.
Her hands lay down by her sides. He rested them on the base of her back, holding her trapped and fucked her hard.
She screamed, crying out as with his free hand he caressed her clit.
Her clit was swollen and her cunt tight.
He fucked her hard, bringing her to orgasm three times before he finally pulled out of her and spent his semen on her back.
Collapsing to the bed, Trey drew in as much air as he could.
Fuck, it was hurting him knowing she wasn't here for anything other than fun. Why couldn't he want the same?
"I need to shower."
"We'll shower in a second." He stared up at his ceiling, wishing he had the answers.