Trey
"Order up!" The last entree of the night clanks on the stainless steel countertop as I ring the little, silver bell for the final time. After the waitress brings the lobster ravioli out to the floor, the kitchen staff bursts into applause. Marco pops open a bottle of Prosecco and pours it in a flute, handing it to me. He then throws an arm over my shoulder, "Cheers to our head chef for finally making it to the top!" Pride swells in my chest as I look around at my fellow chefs. This place has become a second home, and I'm going to miss it when I leave tomorrow. I grin. "Thanks guys, I really enjoyed working with you all of you." The staff drinks and hangs around for a bit to chat. I'm sitting at the bar when Marco comes to find me. "Hey big shot, you all packed and ready to leave?" I nod. "Yep, ready to see my family after four years. Of course, I've always stayed in contact with my mom, but," I sigh, shaking my head, "my sister and I haven't been close since I left. I'm not sure what her problem is." After receiving my "Culinary Arts and Operations" certificate here in Austin, Texas, I begged Marco for a job. He saw my talent and eventually gave in. Soon, his head chef up and quit, and I eagerly seized the position. I've been working my ass off ever since, saving up to open my own restaurant in Virginia. "Does your sister know you already have an apartment there? You didn't visit them at all when you were searching around for a spot for your restaurant?" "No, they don't even know about the restaurant, I told them I got an "executive position", not that I own the restaurant. I'm planning for it to be a happy surprise. This is the beginning of our family's generation wealth." My face falls thinking about all we've gone through since Dad left. "I promised not to come home until I accomplished my dream." He smiles, patting me on the back. "I'm proud of you, Trey. You will be greatly missed." That means a lot to me. He has been a great mentor and an even better friend; possibly even the closest person I've had to a father. "Thanks man." Once everyone starts leaving, I make my way to the walk-in freezer. I promised Marco I would do inventory. My last gift to him since he spent the last two months searching for my replacement. I suddenly hear the latch on the walk in freezer and turn my head slightly to see Stephani standing in the doorway wearing her uniform; a red blouse and black pants. There is an unmistakable hunger in her gaze. She has been wanting me since she started waitressing here about a year ago, but she was off limits. I don't mix business with pleasure. Although, I can't pretend not to love when women show a persistent interest in me. I never chase, I just wait for them to come to me, to desire me so badly that they beg me to fuck them. And I will fuck them. "Hey Steph, need something?" I smirk to myself, continuing to count the yeast containers. "You know what I need," she answers, her voice dripping with desire. "I've been waiting patiently for too long." I turn to face her, cocking an eyebrow. "And what is that?" Thankfully, there are no cameras in here. Despite the cold, flames of desire lick at my skin, and my hard dick presses painfully against my slacks. "You said you wouldn't touch me while we worked together, but now we don't." She licks her lips, slowly zipping down my fly. I watch in anticipation as she kneels before me. Her eyes dilate as she sees my impressive size, but apparently up to the challenge, she pops the thick head into her mouth. "That's it, take all of me." She moans softly, sinking more of me into her hot, little mouth. I tangle my fingers in her hair, relishing in the dominance and control as I guide her head up and down my length. "Relax and open your throat for me," I demand. She obeys without hesitation, relaxing her tongue so I can slide all the way to the back of her throat. "That's it. Good girl." Tightening my grip on her scalp, I fuck her mouth with fast, hard thrusts. The sound of her gagging on my big cock turns me on even more. Snapping my hips hard two more times, I pull out, the wet pop muffled by the cold. I watch as she sputters and saliva rolls down her chin. She may need a little guidance, but I appreciate the effort she's putting in to please me. Good girls like this deserve to be rewarded. Glancing at the clock above the door, I swiftly yank her onto her feet. "Pull your pants down. The cleaning crew will be here in fifteen." She hurriedly yanks them down to her ankles along with a mint-green thong. My cock twitches as her perfect, brown ass jiggles in front of me. Fuck yes! I reach into my pocket, effortlessly slipping on a condom before I bend her over an empty shelf and slam into her sopping cunt. The chilly air surrounding us feels good on my hot, perspired skin as I fuck her with hard, fast strokes. She moans my name, throwing her ass back to meet me thrust for thrust. "Harder, Trey! Harder!" I grunt in response, propping my leg up on the shelf to reach deeper depths inside her. As I fuck her into oblivion, my breath grows harsher with each thrust. "Oh, fuck yes!" I close my eyes, reveling in the sound of my balls slapping against her ass as if it's a round of applause. I suppose I deserve it with the way I'm beating this pussy up. Her moans gradually turn into screams. I suddenly feel her legs begin to tremble, and I know she's seconds from shattering. "Cum for me. Now," I demand. She instantly obeys, screaming her release. Typically, I find that women don't orgasm from penetration alone, but here she is creaming all over my dick, gripping it like a vise. Damn, this is a good fuck worth remembering. Grunting as I find my own release, I pull off the condom and cum all over her ass. Then, I stuff my softening cock back into my pants. She finishes readjusting her outfit just in time for the cleaning crew to come barging in. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air, but the two men don't speak a word of it. Like the gentleman I am, I hold the door open, allowing her to pass through first. Once we reach her car in the parking lot, she turns to me. "Thank you, that was amazing!" she says with a satisfied smile. A cocky smirk pulls at my lips. "No, thank you for sending me off with a bang." I didn't plan on fucking her tonight, but I'm glad I did. I had been aching to bury my cock in her for a while, and it was even better than I expected. She leans in for a kiss, but I swiftly dodge it, moving around her to open the left door. "Have a good night, Stephani." Hearing the dismissive tone in my voice, disappointment flickers across her pretty features. She sighs, "Have a good night, Trey." After making sure she leaves the parking lot safely, I stand in front of the restaurant I have been working at for four years, reminiscing about all the good times. As the "Marco's" sign on top of the building flickers off, it feels like it's symbolizing my journey here coming to an end. I've finally accomplished what I wanted and now it's time to head home and begin my next journey.Kiara "Ms. Black, we're going to have to let you go." I blink rapidly, trying to process what my boss, Mr. Davis, just said. "I'm sorry...what?" "We must make budget cuts." Liar. There's not an ounce of empathy on his stupid, tanned face. "So was I like the first on the list or-" I can't help but raise my voice as I grow more upset. "Ms. Black, it's been two years since you wrote a bestseller and no offense, but your romance novels are no longer drawing the attention of your audience." Why do people say "no offense" when what they're about to say is going to offend the fuck out of you? My face contorts with hurt and confusion. "So what you're saying is...my books are...boring?" He clears his throat, gazing out the window of his office. "Look Kiara, your audience is looking for spice. The spicier, the better. Your latest manuscript has not one explicit scene in it, it might as well be YA," he continues, "I'm sorry, but no one is willing to publish it." And I
Kiara "I don't need your sympathy," I bite out. Damn, I actually might need to tone down the bitterness a bit. I'm starting to sound like a real bitch. "Real men don't cheat." "Well, I didn't see the signs until it was too late. I'm starting to believe there aren't any left," I mutter, downing the last cocktail. "Well look no further, you're in the presence of one." I laugh humorlessly. "Nice one. You use that on all the girls you manage to trick into bed?" He shrugs. "Don't know, I don't usually approach women." "Oh, so I'm special then?" Ugh. I already know he's full of shit. Why am I still entertaining him? Maybe because he has my vagina throbbing like a second heartbeat. "I'm interested in finding out, but before I do, just know I'm not the relationship type. I don't do love. I'm usually just the guy women fuck inbetween serious relationships." I scoff. "Talk about being a cliche. I wonder how many guys have said "I don't do love," I use air quotes
Trey "We may have to delay the opening a few days," my head chef, Alexander, states. I scrub my hand over my face. "Are you fucking serious right now?" I groan loudly. He shakes his head. "I know, don't worry, the electrician will be here by the end of the week to fix the circuit breaker." Fuck me. The restaurant is supposed to open on Saturday night. I can only hope the electrician comes before then, or we'll have to wait until next weekend. "Trey, all we can do is wait. Please go home, relax, do whatever to get your mind off of this. I will call you as soon as they arrive." That's easier said than done. I can't relax knowing a circuit breaker just decided to start tripping last night. I have too much to prove. Too much to lose. *Flashback I wake up to a loud crash downstairs. Checking to make sure Jeremiah is still asleep, I quietly tiptoe across the hall to find Candy in bed trembling and cryin
Trey That was the last time we saw William. I never met my biological father and most likely never will. Mama said she was too drunk to remember who he is anyway. Even though she'd never admit, Mama did resent me for calling the cops on William. He was abusive, but he did help pay the bills. Without him, she had to work twice as much and that left me to raise Candy and Jeremiah until I left for culinary school. Then, I hurried and got a job so I could still provide for them and send Mama a decent amount of money each month. As I drive to my penthouse, desperate to distract myself from worrying about my dreams failing, I catch sight of a cozy little bar just around the corner from my restaurant. A drink won't hurt right now. I'll just make sure I stick to just the one. I step inside and my eyes immediately lock on the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. —————————————— What the fuck was I thinking? I look in the rear vi
TreyI pull into my designated parking space and turn off the engine. She glances over at me, her serious gaze intensified by chocolate eyes that look caramel underneath the sunlight. "Just because you take me to some fancy penthouse doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you," Kiara states. I chuckle lowly. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I don't want anything like that from you." My heart sinks a little when I catch a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, yet she remains silent. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings- Hope I didn't hurt her feelings? Who am I? Drake? Since she's still very intoxicated, I offer to carry her, but she declines and holds my arm instead. We step into the elevator together, and there's this palpable tension in the air as we ascend. Every part of this feels wrong. Even when I lived in Texas, I never brought women back to my apartment. It's too intimate, and I swear, it's not because I have commitment issues. As a chef, I just love t
Kiara Waking up in a bed that's warm and cozy, but unfamiliar, feels strange because I've been sleeping in my car for almost a week now. Ugh, my head is pounding from the hangover. As I sit up, the sheet slips off and I realize I'm completely naked. Oh no! I must have slept with that guy from the bar. Did I really drink that much that I don't remember anything? I mean, I should at least be feeling sore somewhere, right? "Don't worry, I didn't touch you." I snap my head in the direction of his deep, husky voice. He's sitting in a chair across from the bed, his cold gaze fixed on me. How long has he been there watching me sleep? And if he didn't touch me, why am I naked? In HIS bed? I ask in a hushed tone, my mouth suddenly feeling parched, " what time is it?" "Quarter to midnight." My cheeks burn with humiliation. Not only am I in his bed, but I've spent the entire day sleeping in it. I'm officially never drinking AGAIN! "I'm so sorry, I sho
Kiara Am I hearing this correctly? After everything that happened today, he still wants to sleep with me? I maintain my composure, but inside, I'm filled with immense curiosity and a burning desire for him to just start fucking me on this table. "And if I don't want that?" I ask cooly. "You can sleep on the couch and I'll still drop you off, but I have a feeling you want this just as badly. Am I right?" The cocky bastard already knows the answer, but he wants to hear me admit it aloud. "I do," I nearly whisper. He hums, amusement and lust swirling in his eyes. "Good. I have a few rules then." Rules? Do you really need rules for a one-night-stand? I lick my lips. How the hell do they keep getting dry? "Please continue." "If we're going to do this, I don't want to know anything else about you, not even your name. I don't kiss. I won't touch you without a condom, and if you're expecting any sentimental, romantic shit, just know it's not going to happ
Kiara My thoughts are interrupted as Trey slowly works his dick inside me, opening and stretching my walls around him. I didn't get a chance to look at it before, but it must be huge because I feel like it's splitting me in two. Once he has filled me to the hilt, he stills, waiting for me to get used to his size. "You're so fucking tight, Cupcake," he grunts. And he's too fucking big! My face twists in agony. If I make a sound, I won't be able to hold back the scream, so I bite my cheek instead. As the searing burn gradually melts into pleasure, I rock my hips slowly back and forth on his cock. I find a steady rhythm and completely lose myself in the sheer ecstasy of it. I start to wonder if I'm doing a good job. I don't mind him fucking me from behind, but I really wish I could see his expression. What if I'm not pleasing him correctly? He suddenly hisses through his teeth, "Goddamn. This pussy is so hot, so wet, so tight for me." Well, I guess that answe