After hearing that, Mr. Garcia seemed both happy and nervous at the same time. But he agreed and let me use the things in his kitchen. For Trey, I decided that I wanted to make him a small double-layered chocolate cake. Of course, I would dust the whipped topping off with cinnamon. I always added cinnamon into everything I baked.
When I had the spare time, I would go into the back and prepare my cake. Mrs. Garcia found out about my cake and told me that I should quit for the day to finish making the cake for Trey. I refused of course, and told her that I would still continue to work, but would eventually finish the cake during my free time.
For the rest of the time at the café, I was able to finish my cake and used one of the café's little white boxes to put it in. I also used their decorations and tied the box up with a red and white ribbon. I did my best to tie it up into a perfect little bow.
My work day ended at about eight in the evening, and the Garcia family was eager for me to give my completed cake to Trey. Though they wouldn't see it, they were still excited for me. I didn't particularly feel any different, but there was some sort of squirming feeling in my stomach.
It was the first year that I ever made something for someone else on Valentine's Day. I never thought I would do something so stupid as to actually participate in the holiday and give out chocolate to the opposite sex, but apparently, I was that stupid.
When I got home, I found Trey where he was before—on the couch. He immediately looked at me and narrowed his eyes at the box in my hands. He sat up as I walked over to him and I placed the box on the coffee table in between us. He didn't like the position we were in and took my hand, dragging me to sit down beside him.
"Is that my chocolate?" he asked as he looked at the box and I nodded. "Well, hurry."
I chuckled at his eagerness as I undid the bow and opened the box. I had already placed a purple fork inside the box as well, so Trey picked it up and forked a piece of the cake. He stared at it for a bite before he took the bite. I watched his face as he moved his jaw side to side, tasting it.
Then he forked another piece and held it out to my lips. I hesitantly opened my mouth and he placed it in. He watched my lips as he pulled the fork out of my mouth in a slow, gradual pace. Then he stared as I moved my jaw, allowing the cake to simply melt in my mouth before I swallowed.
He licked the fork before scooping another piece and eating it. I let the flavor of the cake settle on my tongue. Even though I personally made the cake, I had to say that it turned out very well. The chocolate and cinnamon mixed well and I was practically in heaven from the combination.
My eyes were closed as I focused on the cinnamon taste, but my lips were prodded by the fork to be opened once more. Without opening my eyes, I opened my lips and Trey scooped in another piece of the cake.
I chewed and swallowed before releasing a satisfied sigh.
But suddenly, my head was cupped from the back and my eyes immediately shot open to see Trey staring at me with his blazing, orange eyes. "Damn." He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. "You're seducing me."
I blushed and sputtered out, "W-what?"
He licked his lips and glanced at my mouth. "You heard me."
And then he pressed our lips together. I thought he would immediately turn it into something that would leave me panting, but he started out slow. I opened my mouth for him after a few seconds and he tangled our tongues, mixing our flavors together with chocolate and cinnamon.
"Trey." I moaned his name, tasting the cinnamon powder on his tongue.
He placed his other hand on my thigh and guided me to lay back on the couch. We split and I stared up at him, already breathless. He was licking his lips, which had little brown stains on them from the chocolate. I reached up and cupped his cheek, bringing him down so I could suck the spots off. He groaned and I whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day, Trey."
A throaty growl erupted from him and he pressed his lips against mine once more. But this time, his hands were also moving frantically. I gasped when I felt his large, cold hands go under my shirt and I slowly rise up. His fingertips tickled my skin and I felt goose bumps rise all over my body.
"Trey..." I said his name cautiously.
He inhaled my breath. "Please..." he whispered with a little whine in his voice. "Just for today. I promise..." he licked my collar bone, making me twitch from surprise. "I won't go too far."
When I didn't say anything, he took that as permission to continue. And continue he did.
His hand went up and cupped my breast on the outside of my bra while he kissed me passionately. Quickly, I forgot about where his hand was and melted against his lips. Slowly, he slipped a finger inside my bra from the top, and I let out a surprised whimper when I felt his nail scrape against my nub.
He pulled back to stare at my face and licked his bottom lip while doing so. Then he leaned down into my neck and nibbled on my skin. I moaned and my hands found refuge in his hair, tangling with his black locks. He soothed where he bit with a kiss and then sucked, and I knew he was marking me with a hickey.
His other hand rose and slipped into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He gently tugged, making me gasp and arch my back as he made more space to move onto another are and mark me again.
My trembling hands gripped the roots of his hair, as if holding onto my sanity. He growled—not from pain, but from something like excitement. At that, he ripped my white button up shirt in half, sending buttons to fly in every direction. I stared up at him with wide eyes and his gaze narrowed on my bra covered breasts.
"Trey..." I slowly said, but my voice wasn't strong, but breathless. "Your promise."
"I'll keep it." he said in our minds at the same time he slipped his hand under my bra to cup me, skin to skin. I gasped and my back arched against from his cold hand. "But it'll be difficult to do so."
And then he leaned down and licked the top of my breasts, across my chest. I released a shaky moan as he molded me in his palm. I forgot about his other hand as it trailed down my body, and I finally noticed it when he cupped my bottom and lifted my hips into the air.
"What are you doing?' I whispered, trying to look down, but threw my head back in a cry when he suddenly thrust his hips to mine. Thank God we were wearing clothes down there at least.
But I still felt him through both his pants and mine. He was big and hot and pulsing. "Trey." I said his name breathlessly after the single thrust.
Trey pulled back and thrust again, shaking me to my core. I'd never felt anything like this before. When I heard of others doing something like this, I either waved it off or thought of it as disgusting, mostly when I thought about my parents.
Now though, I could see the reason as to why people did things like this. It was enjoyable. No...enjoyable wasn't the word. What I felt with Trey right now was beyond enjoyable.
Using his hands, Trey split my legs wide enough so that he could felt in between them. Then he thrust again, and I felt as if he really had entered me. This time, he didn't pull back and instead, grinded our hips together.
I released a cry as my hands fell to grip his biceps. They strained under my hands as he moved, and I shivered from the thought of his muscles flexing above me.
I looked up at Trey when I felt him shiver above me. He was licking his lips and looking down at our hips. "You must be so wet right now." He cupped me between the legs and inhaled a breath before shivering.
My voice came out in a moan when he grinded his palm against me. I watched his face turn from anticipation to realization, and then strain. He shut his eyes and sighed before leaning his forehead against mine. I saw his nostrils flare before he pulled back.
"You should probably go and clean yourself up. Or else I'll do something we'll both regret." He said, but suggestively leaned into my face with mischievous eyes. "Unless..."
But he didn't finish as I nudged him away and ran up the stairs. I heard him chuckle lowly as I entered my bedroom and shut the door. But instead of making my way to the bathroom, I sank to the floor—my legs failing me. My breath was ragged and I couldn't seem to inhale enough air. I let my shoulders sag and I knocked the back of my head against the door.
"What's going on?" I whispered to myself.
Here I was, being horny with Trey. And I didn't care. I thought we wouldn't get too far, but we got further than I ever imagined. Every time I'm with Trey, I can't help but enjoy what we do together.
I thought being a dog, Dog, would be wrong, but this was Trey. And he wanted me. And now I was starting to think, that I wanted him too.