Ember. | #1 Axis Series

6. The Parents

I nod my head vigorously as Troy raises his head to look at me. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yes, I'm sure," I respond, licking my lips nervously.

He groans deeply and lifts from the couch suddenly, making me squeal and clutch him tightly in surprise. My legs wrap around his hips and my arms on his shoulders.

He chuckles deeply. "Baby, I'm not gonna drop you. Just relax."

His words soothe me and he begins the journey to his bedroom. He lays me down on his bed and comes to kneel between my legs at the foot of the bed.

"Lay back," he orders huskily.

"Troy, you don't have to-"

"Babe, I just want to taste you. Nothing more, nothing less. That's as far as we'll go. I promise," he says. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I tell him.

He closes his eyes tightly for a moment. "Good. Now, lay back for me."

I do as he says and his hands clutch my thighs. His lips leave wet kisses on my thighs as they venture closer to my bare core. Then, his tongue presses and probes at my entrance, delving in with shallow thrusts and making me turn to mush. I moan softly and run my fingers through his thick hair. Soon, two fingers replace his tongue as fire sparks in my lower belly. He continues his assault as the sensations build higher and higher. My hips shoot off the bed from the force of the pulsing orgasm and the waves of intense pleasure that accompanies it.

When begins to fade, I take notice of my eyes and body feeling as if they weigh a ton. Troy climbs up next to me on the bed, bringing the comforter with him. I situate myself against the pillows and snuggle into the mattress.

"You okay, Em?" He asks concerned.

I nod. "I feel so tired," I mutter through a yawn. He places a kiss on my neck before wrapping an arm around my stomach. A moment later, I've succumbed to sleep.

* * *

I clutch the sheets to my chest as I sit up in the bed. The bedroom and bathroom are both deafeningly quiet and Troy's side of the bed is cold.

"Troy," I call but receive no answer.

Where is he?

I jump out of the bed and head to the living room and kitchen only to find nothing and no sign of him anywhere. Where could he have gone? A thought passes through my mind and I feel my heart drop.

Oh god, he left.

He regrets this. How could I be so stupid? What was I thinking? I should have never stayed the night with a man I barely know.

I feel tears well in my eyes and race to the bedroom, searching for my clothes that are scattered along the floor with what Troy was wearing last night. I find my keys, purse, phone, and make a quick exit to my car.

On the drive downtown, I calm myself down enough to see where I'm going. I occupy a parking spot in front of the same diner where Troy and I first met. I shut off the car and grab my phone before heading inside. I pick out a small booth at the back and take a seat. An older waitress takes my order of coffee and leaves once more when she's finished. My phone vibrates, but I ignore it. I don't want to talk to anyone right now.

About an hour later, I decide to finally leave and head home. Before starting the car, I check my phone to see thirteen missed calls from Troy and two from my mother. As I pull into the driveway, I see Troy standing on my front porch. I park and shut the car off, stepping out after collecting my things. I begin walking to the front door and get my key ready to unlock it. I feel Troy following behind and know that he's angry with me.

He follows me into the house and I set my purse on the kitchen table before turning around to face him.

Here goes nothing.