Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (19 page)

I pull the covers up, keeping us both warm and wrap her in my arms. I know I can’t sneak out every night I have to work; we are going to have to spend some nights apart. But for now and tonight, I’m here and that’s what I’m focusing on. I close my eyes and the world quickly turns heavy and dark as sleep takes over.

Thank God for Abel – I really don’t know what I would do without him. My shift for the week is over and he let me off early to get everything booked for Bridgette’s birthday next weekend.

I’m on my way over to Alexa’s to work out the details. Now, convincing her sister of what I want is a totally different thing.

I hop out of my Jeep and make my way up to the front door. When I ring the doorbell, I place my hands in my pockets and wait anxiously. She answers after a few moments, with a huge smile on her face. “Hey, you got here fast.”

“Traffic was light,” I tell her, when really I bolted early. The sooner I’m done here, the sooner I’m with Bridgette. It’s been since Monday that I’ve spent the night with her and that’s made it a tough week to say the least. I’ve missed her. I’ve also been beating myself up for not telling her that David saw us. I know I need to, but I can’t do that to her. I know it set him off and I don’t want to worry her.

Alexa has her laptop set up in the living room. “So I’ve done a ton of research and I think I found the perfect place.”

Please say Vegas, please say Vegas, please say Vegas.

“Napa,” she blurts out.

Sonofabitch.

Although it’s not the worst option, I’m kinda set on Vegas, and no, it’s not to get married. I know how much her tattoos mean to her and there is a world-renowned artist there that has an awesome shop.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Hmmm, Napa sounds nice. But what do you think about Vegas?”

“Oh, hell no. She said she didn’t want to party this year.”

“What if we stayed at a really nice hotel and just relaxed? We could sit by the pool, eat out, shop, and see some shows.”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad idea, Troy. Please don’t get me wrong, but I know Bridge said she didn’t want to get hammered like she did last year. She just wanted to relax. I know we could try planning that in Vegas…but it’s Vegas!”

“Fine,” I grumble. “Show me what Napa’s all about.”

She claps and bounces in her seat. “So I found this amazing hotel that is right by a vineyard, and the spa they have…oh my God, she would die.”

“Does she like spas?”

“Yes!” she basically screams. “Troy, don’t let those tattoos fool you. I never even knew about them for years. She’s a girly girl.”

If Alexa thinks she will like it, then I agree. I’ll take her to Vegas myself another time. “Napa it is. Let’s book it.”

We go through the process of picking the flights and then the rooms and when it’s all said and done, I feel like I just got punked. She paid for it all. This was supposed to be my present to Bridgette. She wouldn’t take no for an answer and I wasn’t about to wrestle her away from her laptop. That would have been a little awkward.

I guess that gives me that much more money to use buying her a gift. Speaking of which, what in the world am I going to buy her? I’ve never really bought a girl anything minus flowers and I can’t show up with only flowers in hand for her special day.

I have a little less than two weeks to figure that all out. Tonight is my focus right now. Bridgette and I are meeting at my place and I can’t wait to take her to my bed. I need to have her for hours, to tie her up, and do God only knows what else. My phone rings and I’m blessed with that sexy picture of her. “Hey, baby,” I say, answering with a shit-eating grin on my face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m running a few minutes late.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’ll give me time to get things ready for you.”

“No!” She’s breathless and I hear the elevator ding. “Don’t go inside your house until I’m there.”

I laugh at her demand. “Why?”

“Just trust me, okay? I’m on my way. I promise.”

She hangs up before I can get out another word. Great, what the fuck am I supposed to do now? I’m not about to sit on my own front porch and look like a transient. So I shoot her a text.
How long ‘til you’re there?

Maybe thirty minutes. Trust me, babe.

You’re going to pay for this later.

What in the world is she up to? I’m tempted to go into my house and see what she’s hiding. I mean, I’m the one who lives there after all, but her words ring in my head.
Just trust me.
I’ve said the same thing to her and she’s done that. I decide to stop and fill my Jeep up with gas and then I run it through the carwash.

Checking the clock on my way out, I should arrive at the same time she does. Good grief, she’s lucky I’m fucking smitten with her, or I would have said
oh, hell no, you don’t tell me when I can and can’t go into my own house.
That’s one of the best things about Bridge, everything is different – everything.

Arriving at my house, all of the lights are on and she’s made it before me. Her car is in the driveway and I pull up blocking her in. She’s not leaving without me, so it doesn’t matter. When I walk up to the front of the house, I’m a little irked that she has the door cracked. Then I remember that this is my place and David doesn’t know where I live. I need to calm down about that asshole; he
has
left her alone and will continue to if I have anything to do with it.

She only left the door cracked, as a sign for me to come in. I push it open and blink a few times taking in the sight in front of me. She turns from lighting a candle and runs to me. “Baby, you weren’t supposed to come in yet.”

“The door was open. What’s all of this?”

“You said your place was a little bland, so I took it upon myself these last few days to spruce it up.”

My house looks incredible; she’s really outdone herself. There’s a new rug, accessories galore, pillows, candles, and pictures. My eye catches a picture of us she’s had blown up and hanging on the wall next to the couch.

“Did you do all of this yourself?” She nods her head. “Bridge, it’s amazing. I love it, especially the picture.”

“I’m glad you like it. It feels more like home, doesn’t it?”

I nod my head and lean down, filling her mouth with my tongue. As we indulge in each other, she slinks her arms around me and stands on her tippy toes. Her sweet mouth tastes like a dream and her body so close to mine feels like heaven. I begin to walk us upstairs, but she pulls away.

“Not yet. I have something in mind.”

“What’s more important than me cherishing your body for hours and repaying you for this amazing decorating job?”

“Trust me?” she asks.

“Always.”

“I want you to take me to your favorite sex shop. I’ve never been before and after our weekend at the cabin, I’m curious. Show me what turns you on.”

Before she can say another word, I’m dragging her out of my house. She doesn’t need to ask me twice; this is one of my biggest fantasies. She giggles when I open the passenger door and toss her inside. Then I jog around and start the engine. “Buckle up, baby.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Are you kidding me? This is a dream come true. That’s the rush. Come on, buckle up.”

She reaches for the belt and I lean over taking it from her and click it in. My mind is going a million miles a minute with all the different scenarios. God, they are endless. I can taste the possibilities as they absolutely drench my mouth. I can’t help, but speed down the road; all the while her eyes are on me.

“Are you all right?”

“What, do I not look all right?” I gesture towards my pants and she blushes.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. You’ve unleashed the monster inside of me. I can’t believe we’re about to do this together.”

“So… I mean… Sorry. You’ve never done this with anyone else?”

“What? No, baby. I…” I trail off thinking of how to say this without sounding like a bitch. “I’ve never had a girlfriend that’s been into what I do, like you are. I’ve had girls let me tie them up, but after a time or two of it, they’re gone.” She looks deep in thought. “Let’s just say not all girls are like you, baby. Most are prudes and afraid to think outside of the box. I’ve had a hard time finding someone to share my desires with. That is, until you.”

“That’s the last thing I expected you to say.”

“Really?” I ask a bit puzzled.

“Yeah. I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t be into it. How you are in bed has to be the biggest turn on. Like I told you, I dreamed about you doing that stuff to me long before we even started dating and I’ve never experimented with any of it ‘til you. I love that side of you. I also love the sweet, soft side of you when we have gentle, slow sex.”

“I’m a man of many personalities, baby. I mold to the moment and the time. I can tell you, tonight, I won’t be soft or gentle.”

“That’s good. I need it rough, I want it rough,” she says leaning over, caressing my erection. “I’ve been deprived for a few days.”

As traffic comes to a standstill, I know it’s going to be a bit longer until we’re there – and I’m about to explode. “Suck me off,” I order.

She unbuckles her seatbelt and I second-guess my decision. Safety is always a priority to me, but that all washes away when her soft hands remove my hard member from the rough fabric of my jeans. She doesn’t waste a moment going down on me, taking my full cock deep in her throat.

Christ, her mouth is going to kill me one day.
However, I would gladly die if this feeling were the cause of my death. She’s aggressive and knows what I like. Reaching into her shirt, I search for her nipple. Like the horny little thing that she is, it’s hard and ready for me. I roll the end between my fingers and she pushes it into my hold.

Moving my hand over, I search for the next one and find it just as ready. Traffic is still slow and I lean back, enjoying this moment, thankful that my Jeep has such tinted windows. They are darker than the other cars around us, so I know no one can see. I weave my fingers into her hair and hold onto her head as she lets me fuck her mouth. My orgasm catches me off guard. Dammit, I don’t wanna let go. With her, I never want to.

God, she’s a little spitfire. As she quickens her pace, I pull her hair, giving in. My entire body hardens as I come; it feels like I haven’t had a release like this in weeks. Each force of her hand moving in sync with her lips causes me to shudder and I remember that I have to keep an eye on the road. My body finally settles and Bridgette stays close to me, kissing my shaft. She whispers something I can’t make out, but I’m too dazed to ask.

“Damn, that was—”

“Satisfying?”

She finishes my sentence for me and I smirk at her as I tuck myself back into my pants.

“What are you smiling at?” she asks me.

“I don’t smile, I smirk. See this?” I point to the smirk that’s plastered on my face. “This is a smirk of prime satisfaction.”

“God, you’re cocky.”

“Excuse me? I’m cocky?” I ask, grabbing her thigh as we finally pull off of the freeway. “You’re the cocky one, with that mouth of yours. Sucking me off in my car like that.”

“Well, I’m glad you approve. Maybe later you can repay the favor?”

“I would love nothing more.”

I smirk at her again and park the Jeep. “So this is it?” she asks.

“Yup.”

“It doesn’t look like what I pictured it to be.”

“Really? What did you think, some seedy place with bars on the windows?”

She whacks my arm and I grab her hand. “Hey, let’s save the hitting for the bedroom, okay?”

We walk inside hand in hand. I can’t help, but keep my eyes on Bridge as I try to read her body language. At the entrance are all the outfits, which I’m not opposed to… but they also aren’t my thing. We take our time walking through and I don’t say much, or point anything out, I want her to soak this all in. She observes all of the sex toys and even stops and tests out a few of the displays.

A saleswoman approaches us and I put my hand up, signaling that we are okay. She smiles and goes back to shrink-wrapping pornographies at the checkout counter.

“Have you ever used one?” I ask her, observing the large dildo she’s holding.

She shakes her head.

“Let’s get one. The orgasm can be quite intense. I can get you there too, but this will be different.”

“I don’t know, this feels so hard. Don’t they have softer ones?”

That’s my girl, always wanting the best in pleasure. I take her over to the display of silicone ones and she smiles right away. “I like these.”

“Good, pick your size.”

She blushes a shade of crimson and asks, “How do I know which one?”

I kiss her cheek and since I’m standing behind her I reach my arms around her and carefully go through the different options. She picks the waterproof one, and that’s a-okay with me.

Once we finally make it to my section I feel my cock start to throb. Watching her stand here in front of all of the things I like most is such a turn on. She looks at the wall of restraints, whips, rope, crops, and more. I look along with her, trying to judge her thoughts and pick out which one I’m going to use. For me I’m really all about the control of tying up my partner. Then you add in knowing how to inflict the right amount of pain, and it surges pleasure for me.