Nouveau

Chapter 13: Spent

Tremaine

"Hold up...hold up"

Tremaine decided to go to the studio with his pick of the night from the club. His body guard made sure that he made it upstairs safely before Tremaine relieved him to go downstairs.

As soon as they were in the hall way alone, the girl was trying to rip his clothes off.

"You can't pull it out right here.." He tipsily whispered.

They stumbled inside one of the studio rooms.

As they hazily removed each other's attire, the girl tried to kiss him. Smoothly dodging her, he planted a quick kiss on her ear. Their bodies moved towards the black futon in the far corner of the room. After flipping the girl on her stomach, his hands quickly converted the thin couch to a bed. He smacked her ass and carefully sheathed himself with a condom from his wallet.

He exhaled and slowly begin to penetrate her. Trying her hardest to adjust to his size, she moaned loudly as he slapped her ass again. Tremaine's strokes were deep and painfully pleasurable. The girl's body was just not prepared for his length as he began to press her waistline into the bed.

"Arch it," he demanded. "Arch it right here.."

His hands were pressing into the curve of her back as she tried to move away from him. He aggressively pressed his thumbs into the sides of her lower spine while his remaining fingers gripped underneath her hips.

"Stop running..." he sounded so lustful. "...Take the dick"

Tremaine was pummeling her insides in frustration. Her moans were distracting him.

"Squeeze it," he relayed in mid stroke. "Squeeze it with the pussy..."

He covered her mouth with his hand to drown out her screams. "Yeah...Do it.."

His strokes were killing the poor girl. She gripped the edge of the leather futon and fiercely screamed of her pleasure into his hand. Stroke after stroke, he was concentrating hard to relieve himself. Moving his hand from her mouth, he tightly gripped her hair, and begin to accelerate his drills to further assault her insides.

"My stomach..." she gasped. "It's in my-...my stomach"

He smacked her on the side of her ass and bit his bottom lip. "Fuck," He labored with his eyes closed. Her legs were trembling as she scratched up the leather underneath her finger tips. Tremaine was showing no mercy, "Don't be lazy now...Fuck me back..."

She was creaming on his shaft.

"Work that shit...Just like that.. That's it.."

The girls body had become overstimulated, she was about to tap out.

"You like this dick?...Hmmm? You like it?..." The smack to her ass and his filthy mouth sent her spiraling.

And she came.

Hard.

Tremaine opened his eyes and pulled her back to his chest--by her hair.

His deep stroke was tantalizingly slow now.

"....You just gone leave a nigga soaking?"

She trembled through her quiet mutters.

"Huh...?" he sexily breathed in her ear.

A few deep strokes later, he pushed her back on the futon, and drilled her until he came. The poor girl was spent.

Tremaine flushed his condom down the toilet, got dressed, and left the girl upstairs to collect herself.

"Did she bring my car?" He was referring to his assistant.

"Yeah, it's out there." His body guard responded.

Tremaine pulled out his phone to check for missed notifications. His body guard begin to laugh with a smug smirk on his face.

"What nigga?" Tremaine asked.

"You a dog boy.."

"Aye...it be like that. I ain't do nothing but give her what she wanted."

They shared a laugh.

"Aight. I'm out, make sure you get her a Lyft."

"I got you"

"No doubt." Tremaine pounded fists with his security and drove himself home.

Tremaine relieved his bladder and refreshed with a warm shower before brushing his teeth and washing his hands. Exiting his master bedroom, in nothing but underwear, he headed down stairs to grab something out the fridge.

"A nigga starving..."

As soon as he walked to the living room he saw L. Tremaine glanced at the clock on the microwave as the time changed to 5:45 am.

On the dining room table, L's head was between her wrapped arms, resting against the top of all her papers. Her laptop was open-showing a slide, and at some time during the night, she put her hair in a bun and put on glasses.

L was knocked out sleep in a hoodie and some sweat pants, her usual.

"She wears glasses?" he questioned out loud, laughing lightly.

Laive looked so damn cute.

Carefully moving the laptop over, he took the pink headphone buds and glasses off her and picked Laive up. Tremaine never understood why she didn't wake up when he was around. Any other time he sent someone from his team to wake L up, they had always reported back to him that the girl was a light sleeper. They could barely crack her door before she would pop up from underneath her covers.

Placing her on his soft leather couch, Tremaine closed the laptop that was sitting on the table.

Where was that music coming from?

He looked underneath some of her scattered notes and found her IPhone playing through the pink head set. Tremaine paused the music, removed her headphone adapter, and put the phone on the usb that was hooked to her computer.

The carbonated beverage he got from the refrigerator was securely sitting on the table next to his now empty plate in the living room. Tremaine had repositioned him and Laive's bodies where she was peacefully sleeping between his legs, with her head in the center of his chest. The click from his remote flashed the mounted flat screen on, and he turned the volume down.

As Tremaine grabbed his huge throw and placed it over him and Laive, the Netflix stream on the tv resumed from earlier. Unable to fight his sleep any longer, Tremaine propped a few pillows against the arm rest and relaxed his right arm on the gentle black cushions. His left arm, closest to the inside of the sectional, was securely holding Laive around the back of her waist as he slowly began to drift off.

Tremaine fell asleep in record time.