The Desire to Touch (18 page)

“I don’t know Trey, I don’t think you realise how much that hurt me.”

“Ellie,” he gets off his knees and stands, “I don’t know what more I can say, for God’s sake, I’ve known you for a few days and I’m on my knees.” He shakes his head as if struggling with his actions.

I start getting angry, “I never asked you to.”

“I know you didn’t,” He growls to himself and walks away into the kitchen.

Hang on, I’m the injured party here, I get to walk away not him! Well, what the hell do I do now? I am almost pleading for the duo to reappear and help me decide; l
ook 50% of them will do…anyone? I stand there in shock, is it really that hard for someone to say sorry nowadays? 

Trey appears back at the doorway, his face has changed and he has this feral look on his face, his eyes are smoldering and his chest is heaving. He slowly starts walking over to me without looking away and not even blinking.
Oh no, he’s angry, he looks very angry.

He stalks up to me breathing so very fast, he places one hand on the nape of my neck and the other pushes my un-brushed hair away from my face.

“You really are so beautiful, do you know that?”

Staring into his glowing blue eyes, I feel calm and safe once more. I just stare into his eyes - searching to know the man behind the fame - but I realise this is the man behind the fame and he’s standing in my apartment asking to spend the night.

His lips are on mine kissing me with such force and passion, it feels like the whole world is melting away around us, there is such a sharp current that runs between us and it revives me, making me feel more alive every time he touches me. Trey’s tongue is in my mouth searching frantically for mine, I meet his tongue with mine and there’s an amazing spark that makes me moan into his mouth.

He pulls away and whispers, “Can I stay?”

I nod at him, I’m still weak from the passion in the kiss.

“So where are we sleeping?” he asks without letting me go.

“Right,” I shake myself to and turn on my heel towards the bedroom.

“Hang on, weren’t you over the drink limit to drive?” I turn back to him.

“I didn’t drink that much. Anyway, Michael drove me here.”

“I thought it was his night off?”

“No, I said I sent him off for the night, I didn’t say where I sent him.”

“Right…”

“He was driving around until I called him when the gates buzzed, he drove back to keep watch.”  His hands come up and push my untamed fringe out of my eyes again, “He saw you leave and called me as you jumped in the cab, I ran upstairs to check you had gone, then went into the kitchen and found your note. He drove me here tonight.”

“He’s here?”

Trey nods and I can’t but help feel slightly stalked.

“But where?”

“He’s downstairs with the security guy, Earl?”

“You really don’t go anywhere without him, do you?”

He laughs, “Do you know how much I’m worth?”

“Not really, probably some unimaginable number.”

He laughs and nods, “I’ve had five stalkers and just got another, issued twelve restraining orders, had three cars totalled because of fans jumping out on us, or chasing us.” He stops and thinks, “two cars have been stolen, my every move splashed across every newspaper and magazine for the past ten years. Recently, we found the Paps in the grounds of Willow Brook trying to get shots of the house. Some even go through my rubbish, I receive hundreds of letters a day, some threatening and some offering! It’s not safe to walk around, when you’re in the public domain, they feel as if they own me.”

“Well, maybe Michael needs to brush up on his security skills, don’t you think?” I raise an eyebrow in shock.

Trey laughs, “Oh, I shall tell him you said that, anyway that’s why I have him with me everywhere I go.”

“Of course, I think I’d insist on it.” That really is crazy, I turn back towards my room and lead him in.

As I push the door to the room open and the state that both Meagan and I left it in hits me, “Crap, please ignore the mess.” I run in and start lifting the clothes off the bed and hang them back in the wardrobe.

“Don’t worry,” Trey starts grabbing clothes and hanging them back up to help.

I move the mixture of clean and dirty clothes that are strewn across the floor into a pile in the corner. Trey tut’s and as I turn and look at him he’s holding up my lace camisole and matching knickers.

“I liked this and you’re not wearing it anymore?”

My face goes crimson, I walk over to him and snatch them out of his hand, “Nope sorry, the sweats are on tonight.” I ball them up and throw them onto the pile of clothes that the launderette can sort out.

“I just need to brush my teeth quickly,” I shout as I run into the bathroom.

I brush as quickly as I can, I don’t like the thought of him snooping through my drawers. I finish up and move back into the bedroom at top speed, to see if I can catch him out but he’s just sat there on my bed looking at me.

There’s a massive explosion of excitement in my stomach as I realise I have a gorgeous man in my room, a man who wants to know me and not sleep with me straight away. The fact he’s a movie star doesn’t faze me, as I still haven’t watched him in any films, I want to jump up and down on the bed and squeal.

“I’m not great to sleep next to.”

“I wasn’t planning on sleeping,” he winks.

“Erm…”

“Relax Ellie, I’m joking, I told you I just want to lay next to you.”

“Well, I need my beauty sleep.”

“True,” he nods.

“Hey you!” I punch his arm.

Trey starts laughing while he rubs his arm, “Nice punch, you got so
me strength in those little thin arms.”

I laugh and start pulling the sheets back so I can climb in and as I do, he follows behind me. He’s still clothed but he pulls the sheets back over me, then
lies next to me on top of the covers.

I pull my cuffs down on my cardigan just in
case they should rise, I lay back and slip my right arm under the pillow so I can sleep with it hidden. I turn on my right side and Trey puts his arm around me and shifts my body weight back into him so we are spooning.

“I am sorry for earlier Ellie, I should have said something,” Trey says stroking my hair.

I smile, knowing he can’t see me then I turn my head to him, “Thank you.”

He leans down and kisses my lips one very chaste kiss, “Turn over, you really need your beauty sleep.” He laughs.

I laugh again, “Watch it Mr. Hollywood!”

Trey kisses the top of my head and, for the first time in years, I start to fall asleep not worrying or haunted by anything.

I wake with a start, as a terrible pain shoots through my stomach. I reluctantly open my eyes, scared at what I might find. I squint through the darkness expecting to see someone slicing me open again. Shaking I lean for the bedside light and switch it on to find no one is there, just Trey sound asleep. I look to my stomach and see Trey’s arm is draped across my stomach and he still has his jacket on. His Military style coat has zips fashionably splashed all across it and one of them is digging into my scar. Gently I lift his arm off me, as I don’t want to disturb him. He looks so peaceful, so angelic and even though I thought it impossible, he is more handsome than my memory recalls. I look to his face that lies on my shoulder and I study his features, his perfect nose and the little dimple in his chin that I hadn’t noticed before, he’s just so unreal. I run my fingers gently down his cheek, mainly checking that he’s real, his lips move causing his beautiful smile to sparkle.

“You do know that’s classed as creepy don’t you?”

“Huh?” I whisper.

“Watching me while I sleep, I shall have to put you on the list.” He says snuggling into my neck more.

“Oh shh you,” I giggle and close my eyes; continuing to stroke his face, I feel the heat in the room start to rise and the temperature in my body starts to grow rapidly. I suppress the urge to jump him but I must be radiating some sort of pheromone because I feel his head shift more towards my neck. Trey slowly starts kissing my neck and I feel his hand slide along my hip and down my leg, my body wriggles with excitement. His kisses slowly trace along my neck and up to my ear, he gently nibbles on my ear lobe then runs his tongue along my jawline.

“We don’t want to be heard,” Trey whispers as he grabs my phone off the side and places it on the dock, he presses play and Coldplay – Clocks starts playing gently in the background, I lean over and turn the light off.

Trey straddles me and kisses me hard. He sits me forward without releasing my mouth and pulls my cardigan off, it’s pretty dark in here, only a touch of night light from outside glows on his face. I can just about make out Trey’s features so I feel confident that he won’t be able to see anything.

“You are so beautiful!” he says breathlessly still kissing me, our tongues entwining and caressing each other.

He pulls my t-shirt off over my head and then lays me back down, his fingers stroke under my jaw down to my neck and across my chest, making my body quiver and every part of me clench. He walks his fingers down towards my breasts, then starts kissing my chest whilst his fingers continue stroking and teasing my breasts. My skin has become alive and sensitive, his finger brushes past my nipple on one breast and I groan and my body stiffens and writhes on the bed through ecstasy, his fingers go back to teasing and stroking. I can feel my toes curling uncontrollably and my hips jerking with every movement he makes, the panting is making my lips go dry so I bite my lower lip then release it when I groan as he starts to work on the other breast. After minutes of teasing his hands lay claim on my breasts, his mouth is back on mine, kissing me hard while he squeezes and caresses them. His hard length is poking into my scar through his jeans causing very little pain and I am able to push it to the back of my head. His fingers then pinch my nipples, sending a sensation through my whole body that has me groaning and arching my back, then he runs his palms over them in a circular motion.

His mouth finds one breast and he takes the nipple in his mouth, slowly flicking his tongue back and forth then, sucking, he gently clasps it in between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue again. I moan aloud as the sensation takes over my whole body and I succumb to him. I feel the pressure building up inside of me with every flick and suck on my breasts, his hand is on the other nipple pinching then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, with every second my body grows closer to its release. His mouth moves across to the other breast and he starts again, I place my hands in my hair, trying to calm myself down. His tongue flicks at my other nipple making me jerk and I moan again, his flicks get faster and faster my body and cries of pleasure meet his speed. I feel the moistness growing deep down and I feel the heat as my climax starts to peak. I start to pant and moan but he stops and starts kissing further down, I instantly bring my arms down and cross them over my stomach to try and shade my scar from being touched.

He drags his fingers down my side causing my over-sensitive skin to turn ticklish and I let out a little giggle. His fingers stop at the edge of my shorts, he runs his fingers along the band and then kisses just above the elastic on my skin. I wriggle my hips begging him to pull off my shorts and discard them.

“Not yet,” he whispers.

He sits up and lifts his jumper off over his head and throws it to the floor, then he lays back on me so our skin is touching. The feel of his naked skin on mine is amazing and makes me all hot and bothered again, I lift my hips up to meet his bulge and he shifts his hips so his length meets my sex, making me moan. He comes down and kisses me, I place my hands on his back and feel every muscle flex as he moves. He props on his elbows and fists my hair, I can see his beautiful eyes gleam in the dull light that fills the room. His hands are lifting my head off the pillow towards him and our kiss gets harder, our tongues invading each other’s mouth. He tilts my head back and gets a clear shot at my neck; he begins kissing and running his tongue all over my neck. Our hot sweaty bodies writhe around together and his clothed length still colliding with my sex. I run my hands down his back again and dig my nails in just a little through excitement, as I do, he lets out a deep groan from deep in his throat. I bring my hands down and place them on his chest. I slowly run my fingers down to his nipples and gently brush them until they are hard and then slowly tease and flick them with the tips of my fingers, he groans and thrusts his sex harder. I move my fingers down to his jeans until I find his belt buckle, slowly stroking my fingers along the edge of his belt and just behind his buckle I feel the tip of his length protruding as he grows with excitement. I slowly run my finger across his tip making him flinch and gasp, groaning he throws his head back in ecstasy and fists my hair harder. I undo the buckle and unzip his jeans and his sex pops out taking me by surprise at how big and hard it feels.

He starts kissing me again, I wrap both my hands around his shaft and grip it tightly, an animal like growl escapes from his throat and into my mouth. Slowly I draw my hands back and forth along his length listening to him groan with every movement I make which, in turn, is turning me on more. He bites my lip as he groans so I start to speed my hands up, his hips thrust his sex into my hand meeting my speed and I add a little twist at the base of his length.