Troy having trouble...

I am so enjoying Troy, thought I'd share a little.

Book: Troy - work in progress, no publish date.



Slowly he rolled off her. Lying on his back, one arm went over his eyes. Damn it to hell! Hard, throbbing cock was tenting his sweats and he had no intention of relieving the painful condition. Not now. Not like this. When the fuck had he become this kind of adult?

“Troy?” she questioned softly as she leaned up on an elbow and placed a tentative hand on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on? The parts appear functional, so that’s not the problem.”

Troy laughed softly. “Apparently I’m not as old as I feel. Cock is fully functional. For once it’s the other head fucking up.” His arm came off his eyes and he looked up at her, his hand covering hers on his chest. “I don’t want what you do, baby.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I don’t- can’t do meaningless sex with you. I like you. I respect what you do for a living. I’m damn well infatuated with your body and I want your mind. That shit doesn’t work with casual sex. It’s not like I’m looking for some sort of commitment, I’d just like an open door to the future.”

“Oh, um, I see,” Marilynn fell on her back beside him. Her breathing still light pants as she stared at the ceiling.

Troy bit back a snarl as he listened to her try to calm down. She wasn’t arguing with him. Her resigned attitude was almost as insulting as being used as a sex toy. Of course she wasn’t trying to insult him. She was doing her best to understand his issues. The gorgeous woman was hot and needy, he’d essentially said no in middle of sex and she was being ... Damn it, when had he become the girl?

“No baby, I don’t think you get it coz I don’t.” He went back up on an elbow to look down at her as his hand glided down over her breast to her waist. Her arms were slack as she looked at him. “Whatever it is, it’s my problem."

Elegant brows arched. “There are two of us in the bed. How is it all about you?”

“Only one of us is mucking up the experience. That’s how.” His mouth lowered slowly to her neck, giving her time to object. Open mouthed he laved sensitive nerves on his way south to her breasts.

“So um, how is this okay? You just, ah, didn’t want sex.”

His hands gentle this time, Troy slid between her legs again. “Ah huh,” he mumble as his mouth was busy at her breasts again.

“So? Ah, what happened? This feels a lot like sex is going to happen,” Marilynn moaned softly as his mouth worked across her body.

Troy’s lips slowly tracked down tight abs, licking and nipping between kisses. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he consumed the fascinating curves. He was nuzzling her hip bone as his hand pulled one leg up, bending it at the knee. Caressing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh with long, light strokes meant to tease.

“I remembered I’m easy,”

What I'm working on- Warning, Adult Content

Some of the words have been changed or whole phrases cut in an effort to reach PG-13 for this segment. Not sure it's working. I just enjoyed Troy's point of view in this moment.

TROY-
Marilyn’s hand slipped in the elastic waist of his sweats. Suspended above her, his body was easy to reach. Open handed she traveled down his groin, letting hot flesh glaze the side of her thumb until she reached her goal. Grasping firmly she gently pulled down. His mouth released her breast and his head jerked up to glare at her.

“What are you doing?” he demanded softly, his lower body resisting the tug.

“Arranging body parts where I want them,” she smiled into his fierce eyes.

“Not your call, baby. You want something to forgive in the morning, you’ll have to let me be in charge of the sinning.”

Marilyn slowly released the sensitive globes and her hand moved up hard flesh as she measured him. “But there is a large part of you that really doesn't object,” she countered as his eyes narrowed on her.

“That’s not the part in charge.”

Her thumb stroked across the wide head, spreading silky liquid over the sensitive nerve endings. Troy closed his eyes briefly as she stroked him. “I’m not going to forgive you in the morning,” he told her darkly.

“What?”

“I said, I’m not going to forgive you in the morning. You’re the only one here who’s interested in being Christian about this. You decide to take over, what happens next is on you.”

“That sounds like a threat,” Marilyn murmured. “What happens next if I take over?” Her hand released him reluctantly as she frowned up into the intensely beautiful man looming over her.

He regarded her in silence a moment. “Let’s not go there. Okay? I know what I’m doing. When we’re done you’ll agree with me, I promise.”

“And if I don’t?

“You made a choice, Marilyn. You chose me. You can change your mind about wanting me anytime, you can’t about who’s going to be the man between us. I don’t switch.”