His Queen

Tyrone's Curiosity

Cleo took the ponytail she’d done out of her head. Her own natural hair in a ponytail against the back of her head. Taking it down, her large curls immediately sprung around her. Shaking them breathing out feeling her headache ease, Cleo sighed.  

She was wearing a shirt of his, and a pair of boxers. That’s it.  

It felt weird to be in a guy's clothes, almost intimate in a way. Sighing, Cleo slowly walked out of Tyrone’s bathroom and into his nice room. All dark greys and blacks, the soft plush carpet under her feet was dream-worthy.  

The large King-sized bed with its grey sheets and black quilt was topped with black pillows. Facing the large floor-to-ceiling glass door, it opened to the balcony. Overlooking the water, there was one small black couch out there.  

And Cleo would bet it was killer to sit there in the morning. Watching the sunset with a cup of coffee as Tyrone kept her warm.  

Breaking from the fantasy, Cleo turned and walked down the stairs, Cleo was still in awe. Tyrone’s bachelor pad was a five-bedroom, three-bathroom mini-mansion. 

 The downstairs was all open space, the kitchen, dining room, and living room all together.  

The kitchen with black cabinets, marble counters, and white floors right next to it was the dining room. The back yard was visible beyond it through the floor-to-ceiling glass door. A beautiful overhead light shining over the dining room table, the five chairs were perfectly lined up.  

In front, the moment you walk in was the living room. A black sectional that was soft fabric and perfectly clean sat in front of a huge plasma.  

Very clean and tidy, Cleo jumped when he came in. Hearing a loud bark, Cleo looked at the huge pit-bull running at her. Tyrone tried to call for him not to, but Cleo giggled as the huge dog tackled her to the couch.  

Wrapping around her, he licked her face happily. This pit-bull was huge and white with the most beautiful blue eyes smiling at her. Giggling, Cleo cooed, “Aw you’re so cute, what’s your name handsome?”  

Tyrone came over, “This is Ghost, he’s my buddy in crime.” Ghost barked and butted his head in Tyrone’s chest.  

Laughing both watched him get up and run to his dog bed in the corner. Laying on the huge black pillow, he curled up and yawned. Looking at Tyrone, Cleo felt hot in the face as he took notice of her.  

Feeling his blood pump seeing her wearing nothing but his T-s**t and knowing she had on his boxers made him hot. He hadn’t wanted to take her home, but having her here, like this, might not be a smart idea.  

“You look good in my clothes.” Cleo grinned, “Thanks, I might steal them to be honest. Wear them to sleep from now on.”  

Tyrone could see it, her crawling into her bed wearing his clothes. The real question is what else would she be doing in his clothes? And had she used that damn toy yet? Because he’d had a few wanks, the image of it burned in his brain.  

“Um.” Tyrone looked at Cleo realizing he had spaced out. And in spacing out, thinking about her f*****g herself, he’d gotten hard. In his grey sweatpants.  

God, he looked like a f**k boy and he was sure she was thinking the wrong things. “Sorry, I started thinking about...well I think it’s obvious.” Chuckling awkwardly, Tyrone was sure Cleo would dead the conversation.  

But no, Cleo was even more curious, “Me in your clothes turns you on?”  Tyrone groaned, “Cleo-.” Cleo frowned as she grumbled, “I’m not a child Tyrone. You don’t have to treat me like one.”  

Looking at her, Tyrone admitted, “Yes seeing you in my clothes turns me on.” Cleo grinned as she propped her elbow on the back of his couch. Head resting on her hand, she teased, “Was that so hard?” Tyrone was, so f*****g hard he could hammer a nail with no pain.  

“Cleo-.” She moved closer, she smelled like his body wash, her hand landing on his chest. His shirt was thin, and he could feel the warmth of her palm almost like she was touching his skin. Breathing out as she asked, “What else?” Tyrone didn’t think he could say it. Say it and it not change everything.  

But Cleo had that mischievous look she’d given him only once before coming back. “What? Are you  scared?” Finally, Tyrone snapped and lost the gentleman card.  

“I’ve been thinking of you in those sexy ass panties. Seeing you putting them on, and then taking them off you. But do you know what’s really been on my mind the most?” Cleo looked at Tyrone panting lightly dazed, “What?”  

Tyrone grinned as he admitted, “The vibrator. I want to see you use it, I want to watch you.” Cleo watched the bulge in his pants get bigger and asked, “You don’t feel...intimidated? Or like I’m saying you’re inadeq-.” Tyrone was laughing before she even finished.  

“Oh baby girl only a weak ass, insecure man would feel that way.” Tyrone gently slid a hand over Cleo’s throat and felt her heart race, “I can assure you Cleo, I am neither. And a f*****g toy could never do the tricks I can.”  

Cleo’s heart was racing, her mind filled with the possibilities of the said tricks he knew. She’d only been on the receiving end of pleasure from herself. Once.  

She wanted to keep pushing his buttons. “Are you sure about that?” Tyrone’s eyes snapped to hers, “It is a really good toy.” Tyrone’s eyes widened a little and Cleo watched this devious smile stretch, “So you have used it.”  

Cleo stuttered out words that didn’t make sense making him laugh playfully, “Oh no you don’t get to play shy with me now beautiful.” Tyrone leaned in, “I want to know all about it.”