Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

TREY

Gemma has mostly ignored me for over two weeks. I thought the first week was because of Thanksgiving, but it’s been more than a week since that, and aside from a few short telephone conversations and texts, she’s barely communicated with me. She’s definitely pushing me away.

Maybe I came on too strong at the pool party. Or worse, maybe she’s met someone else.

After a good amount of nudging, she agreed to meet me for a drink after work today. I’m getting dressed when Layton knocks at my door. I shout, “Come in.”

“Hey, man. Cheetah and I are heading to Club Liberty tonight. We’re trying to talk Tanner into coming. He’s been wallowing in misery at his new house. Want to come?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I have a date with Gemma.”

“A date?”

I scrunch my nose. “A meeting. If, by chance, it ends early, I’ll text you and come by.”

He nods. “How’s it going with her?”

I sigh. “I thought it was going well, but she’s practically ghosted me for two weeks.”

He shrugs. “It’s the holiday season. Everyone has shit going on. For what it’s worth, I think it’s cool that you’re so into her and you’re doing something about it.”

“You do? You guys are always busting my balls about it.”

“Nah. We’re just jealous that you found a good one. It’s not easy. I hope it works out.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “How’s your dick?”

“Finally all healed. I’ve tested the pipes a few times. He’s ready for duty when called upon.”

He chuckles. “I hope you get to take it out for a real test run soon.”

I let out a laugh. “Me too.”

When I arrive at the bar, I see her in a circular booth with her vodka martini and a beer that I hope is for me. Some guy is standing at the table talking to her. Stay cool, Trey. Don’t bash his face in.

As I get closer, I can hear her trying to blow him off. She’s not into him.

She notices me and gives me a huge smile. That’s a good sign. But then she says, “There’s my boyfriend. I told you he was coming. It was nice to meet you. Have a good night.” She looks at me. “Hi, honey.” She holds up the beer. “I ordered you your favorite beer.”

I happily play my part. “Hey, baby.” I lean over and softly kiss her cheek. “I missed you today.”

Why does she always smell so good?

The guy finally walks away, and she breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks for that. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“My pleasure.”

I slide into the booth, wanting to sit right next to her, but knowing that I should probably leave a little bit of space between us for now.

I get a look at her body. She’s in a short skirt, a sweater, and knee-high boots. So sexy.

I blow out a breath. “Glad to finally see you. I thought you were ignoring me.”

She gives me a clearly fake smile. “Sorry. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. I’ve been busy with work, writing, and holiday shopping lately.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Good. I thought you were firing me as a client.”

She bites her lip nervously. “That’s the thing, Trey.” She swallows. “I don’t think you need me. You’re a good guy. You’re an attentive boyfriend. Even as my fake boyfriend you handled everything perfectly. I don’t want to take your money anymore. Jenna would be crazy not to fall for you just as you are.”

She looks pained as she says it. I don’t know what to make of it.

I’m about to protest when I see her eyes widen and her lips turn down. “Oh, shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

She mumbles, “My ex just walked in with a woman.”

I subtly turn and see a typical Wall Street-looking asshat in a fancy suit walking through the door with a smug smile.

I look back at her. “Are you still hung up on him?”

She immediately shakes her head. “No. Not even a little bit. I know our parting was for the best. It’s just hurtful that he moved on so quickly. He’s been parading a bevy of women around town, in all the places he knows I hang out, since the day we broke up. Meanwhile I’ve been alone for the entirety of the six months. It stings a little. That’s all.”

I hate seeing her hurt like this. I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Use me.”

She pinches her eyebrows together. “What? ”

“Use me. Pretend we’re together. I’ll be your fake boyfriend. Again.”

I see her internally debating while he makes his way over toward us with a cheap copy of Gemma on his arm. Without any further hesitation, I do what I’ve been dying to do since the second I first laid eyes on her. I slide toward her, grab her face, and smash my lips to hers. It’s much more aggressive than I would normally offer for a first kiss, but I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time, and I simply can’t help myself.

She lets out a slight yelp in surprise before quickly giving in. More than giving in. She fists my shirt and pulls me toward her.

Her face and full lips are so damn soft. I’m afraid my scruff will hurt her, but my fears are quickly set aside the second she moans into my mouth.

I slide my tongue past her luscious lips, tasting as much of them as I can on my way. Her tongue meets mine before she slips it into my mouth.

Her lips are like the sweetest candy I’ve ever had. They’re moving against mine as pure lust overcomes my body. I want to tear her clothes off and touch her everywhere. Maintaining control is no small feat.

One thing is perfectly clear to me. If I wasn’t before, I’m officially a goner for this woman. The way she kisses me back will now ruin me for all other kisses.

My cock is straining against my zipper. The piercing is rubbing in both a good and bad way. I would burn this place down just for the possibility of being inside her right now.

She rotates her hips toward me, sliding her bare leg across my lap. Her knee gently brushes over my cock. Oh fuuuuuck.

My hand runs up the back of her leg, under her skirt, until it reaches her ass. It’s smooth and bare. She’s wearing a thong. She’s so fucking sexy.

I hear someone calling her name. It feels faint and from a distance, but it’s not. It’s right at our damn table. Go away, dickhead. I’m in the middle of the most epic first kiss that ever was.

Screw him. I grab her neck with my other hand and deepen the kiss. Her hands pull me as close to her as possible. She’s as absorbed in the kiss as I am.

He calls her name again and our kiss breaks, but our lips remain close to each other’s. Hers are big and kiss swollen. Her red lipstick is smeared around her lips and she’s panting. It may be the hottest image I’ve ever seen.

Even with her name being called, we don’t break eye contact. She simply breathes, “Trey.” It’s so soft that only I can hear it. She felt everything I did with that kiss. I know it. I’m not alone in this.

“Gemma, are you there? Hellooooo?”

That breaks both of us out of our trances. We turn our heads to see the ex-boyfriend standing there with a nasty snarl on his face. I can’t believe Gemma dated this guy. He’s not nearly good enough for her.

She slides her leg off me until she’s seated upright in our booth again. She starts to move away, but I throw my arm around her and keep her close. Our legs are touching. She looks down at where they meet and bites her lower lip.

She then takes a breath before looking up at him and forcing out a smile. “Aiden, what a surprise. How are you?”

His eyes toggle between us before they land on me. “You look familiar.”

Shit.

He holds out his hand. “I’m Aiden. And you are?”

I shake his hand back. Hard. “Gemma’s boyfriend. I’ve never heard your name before. Do you two work together?”

Aiden seems taken aback that I haven’t heard of him. I inwardly laugh as I run my fingers down Gemma’s arm. She shivers and her eyes flutter .

Gemma shakes her head. “Aiden and I used to date. It was a long time ago.”

She reaches over with her thumb to wipe her lipstick from my face, which I have no doubt is everywhere given the current condition of her lips.

I grab her wrist to stop her and gently kiss the inside of it. “Don’t wipe it off, baby. I wear your lipstick proudly.”

I make a show of licking all around my lips. “Hmm. Tastes so good. Just like the rest of you.”

Her eyes are hooded with lust as she stares up at me with a flushed face. I bet this is what she looks like when she comes. I ache to see the real thing.

We’re definitely having a moment. At least we are until the shithead clears his throat again. “Gemma, can I talk with you for a moment? Privately.”

Before she can answer, I shake my head. “Nope. When you have a girl like Gemma, you never let her out of your sight. Do you have any idea how many guys want her? Look at her. She’s fucking perfect. I like to keep her close. Anything you have to say to her you can say in front of me.”

He judgmentally looks down at my jeans and T-shirt. “What is it you do, Mr.…”

“Donatucci. You can call me…Mr. Donatucci. I’m a small business owner.”

“What type of small business?”

“The business of making Gemma happy.”

I give him a big, exaggerated smile. Gemma lets out a small giggle.

His face twitches before he returns his attention to Gemma. “I’m serious. Can we talk?”

Gemma sighs. “What about? There’s nothing for us to talk about. Honestly, anything you have to say can be said in front of my boyfriend. We’re on a date, and you’re being rude.”

I give her a squeeze. I’m proud of her for that .

He slowly nods before looking at me again. “Do you know what it is that she does for a living?”

“Of course. She’s a talented lawyer.”

“Are you aware of her…side project?”

“That she’s an equally talented romance author? Hell yes, I am.” I point to myself. “Luckiest guy ever. I love it when she puts me to work on intimate scenes she’s writing. Being her muse is such a high. And her books are amazing.”

He has an unimpressed look on his face.

She looks at me with shock written all over her beautiful face. “You’ve read them?”

I gently rub her face. “Of course, baby. I’ve read every single word you’ve written. You’re brilliant.” I turn back to Aiden. “I hit the lottery with this one. Any man would be crazy to ever let her go. I know I never will.”

I lean over and kiss her neck in three spots. Goosebumps spread all over her skin as she practically melts into me.

I can’t help but inhale deeply. “Fuck, baby, you smell so good. I’ve got a new scene in mind for tonight. I can’t wait to get you to myself.”

She lets out something between a whimper and a sigh. Looking up at me through her long lashes, she breathes, “You do?”

I nod. “I’ve been dreaming it up for a long time.”

She’s entirely focused on me, forgetting that Aiden is standing at the table. She runs her thumb over my chin dimple before leaning in and kissing it. She then kisses her way up until her lips meet mine again. Softly at first, but when her fingers thread through my hair, she deepens it.

Uncaring where we are, she throws one leg over me, rubbing her body on mine. I run my hands under her skirt and grab her hips, pulling her until she completely straddles me.

And then it’s game on. She unashamedly rubs her body on mine. I squeeze her ass and push her onto me. I can feel the heat of her pussy on my rock-solid cock, which is begging to be inside her.

Her nails deliciously scrape across my scalp. This is fucking hot.

She mumbles into my mouth, “Touch me, Trey.” She circles her hips. “I want you to touch me.”

I open an eye to make sure Aiden is gone, which he is, and then I immediately move my hand along her inner thigh until I find her center. Her panties are soaked. “Are you wet for me?”

She nods. “Yes. Please. I need you to touch me. I’m aching for you.” She mumbles, “I’ve been aching for you.”

With my hand hidden under her skirt, I slide her panties to the side and run my finger through her before slowly slipping it into her. She immediately clenches around me.

“Baby, you’re so wet and so tight.” I push in further. “Is this what you need? You want to come on my fingers?”

She pivots her hips, deepening my finger inside her. She breathes, “Oh god, Trey. Don’t stop.”

I love that she’s taking what she needs from me. It says a lot for the type of lover I know she’ll be. I equally love that she doesn’t give a shit that we’re in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

I add another finger and pump it in and out of her, eventually adding my thumb over her clit. Her pussy is bare and she’s moaning loudly into my mouth.

Kissing my way to her ear, I whisper, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you? The first time I saw you in those pink silk pajamas. The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. I’ve watched that video a thousand times while touching myself. The first time we met in person was when you were in the green suit. It matched your eyes. And then you were wearing that white bathing suit. My cock was hard all day while I touched your beautiful body.”

Her body clenches around my fingers so damn tight. She pulls my hair as she buries her face in my neck and drowns out the sounds of her orgasm.

Her body goes limp over mine and she breathes heavily. We’re silent for a few minutes as she comes down off her high.

Her fingers eventually move down to my zipper, but I grab her wrist. “Not here.”

She breathes, “Where?”

It’s not like I have my own place in Philly, and I can’t take her to Layton’s three-million-dollar penthouse.

“Let’s go to your place. It’s close by.”

She nods but doesn’t otherwise move. “I need another minute. My legs are numb.”

I hold her, loving having her in my arms for the first time. Kissing along her neck, I say, “Take as long as you need. I can’t wait to make you feel that way again.”

We sit there silently for a few minutes while I take liberties with my hands. They roam up her bare back and all over her long legs. And my lips never leave her body.

At some point, her head pops up and her adorable, perfectly manicured eyebrows furrow. “Oh my god. What about Jenna?”

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, but there is no Jenna. I made her up to spend time with you. It’s always been about you.”

GEMMA

“There is no Jenna. I made her up to spend time with you. It’s always been about you.”

His handsome face is a mixture of lust and uncertainty. If I had any use of my legs, I’d walk out. But they’re numb from the intense orgasm he just gave me.

I have mixed emotions over this. What he did in front of Aiden was special. And I certainly can’t deny that I’m attracted to him. But he’s been lying to me. I can’t start up with another liar.

As the feeling comes back to my legs, I try to move away but he holds me in place. I fruitlessly push against his chest. “Trey, let me go.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You lied to me. That’s a trigger for me.”

He doesn’t loosen his hold.

“Trey. Now.”

He begrudgingly releases me, and I push away from him. “I need to go.”

I reach into my purse for my wallet, but he stops me. “I’ve got it.”

“Fine.” I stand while he quickly pulls out his wallet and throws two hundred-dollar bills on the table.

What the fuck? We had two drinks.

I don’t have the mental energy for this. I turn and make my way toward the door with him hot on my heels. “Gemma, stop. Let me explain.”

“Go away, Trey.”

I push through the front doors and out onto the street when he grabs my arm. “No, I will not go away. I’m in love with you.”

That stops me dead in my tracks and I turn back to him. “What? What did you just say?”

He runs his fingers through his hair. The same thick, wavy hair I grabbed onto through my explosive orgasm.

“I…I have insta-love.”

I scoff. “It’s not a medical condition, Trey. It’s a fucking made-up romance novel term. It doesn’t exist in real life.”

“Let me assure you, it does. I saw your drunken video with your friends and my whole fucking life flashed before my eyes. Everything was clear. I want you in my life. I…I love you.”

I shout, “Insta-love doesn’t exist! Most of the romance tropes don’t exist in real life. Hell, half of them are felonies. It’s all a damn fantasy. It’s not real.”

“That one exists.”

“So you lied to me? All this time, were you just learning things I like so you could get into my pants? Mission accomplished.”

“It’s not about getting into your pants. It’s about getting into your heart. I applied so I could spend time with you and get to know you. It went from infatuation to full-fledged love. You’re perfect. I want you in every single way.”

I stand there dumbfounded. Opening and closing my mouth a few times, I’m left speechless.

I have no words for this insanity. The only thing I can think to do is to walk away, so I do.

My brownstone is nearby. I walk as fast as I can in my high heels though he’s never far behind.

I walk up the steps toward my front door. When I reach it, I turn around with tears in my eyes. “This whole situation is messed up. Leave me alone.”

He puts his face in mine. I can smell his intoxicating Trey breath. The look he gives me is the type I write about, not the type that exists in real life.

He reaches for my face, brushing his thumb over my lips. “Tell me you didn’t feel it when we kissed. Tell me you weren’t thinking what I was thinking.”

I croak out, “What were you thinking?”

He leans down and brushes his lips over mine as he whispers, “That it was my last first kiss.”

I gasp. That’s exactly what I was thinking. At the time, I felt ridiculous for even considering it.

Before I know what’s happening, his mouth is on mine again, and I lose all train of thought. I’ve never been kissed this way before. Apparently, I’ve only been kissed by boys my whole life because Trey kisses like a man. Everything about him is manly. His body, his smell, his words, his possessive touch. It’s a drug I’ve resisted, thinking he wanted someone else, but she doesn’t exist. He wants me.

His big hands move all over me like he can’t get enough. Like I’m his drug.

My body is thrumming with anticipation for what else he can do to me. What he just did to me at the bar was an appetizer of everything that’s been playing out in my mind for weeks.

He kisses me so deeply and passionately that it’s almost too much to bear. For some reason, I know his words aren’t hollow. Whether they’re possible or not, I know he means what he said to me.

Grabbing my keys from my hand without breaking the kiss, he unlocks and opens my front door.

It closes behind us after we walk through, and he pushes me up against the door. He kisses down my body until he’s on his knees in front of me. Grabbing my hips, he buries his nose in my stomach and inhales deeply.

Eventually, he looks up at me with his blue eyes that convey nothing but sincerity. “I’m not asking for anything but a chance. Give me a chance to win you over. Let me love you.”

I run my fingers through his hair, needing to touch him. I can’t manage to not touch him.

I feel like I’m at a crossroads. I hate how things began with lies, but I equally can’t deny the attraction to him. If nothing else, I’m curious what this intense heat between us can produce in the bedroom.

As he stands to his full height, towering over me, I do the only thing I’m capable of doing right now. I remove my shirt and toss it to the floor. He scrunches his face. “I wanted to rip that off you like in your second book.”

I can’t help but smile. “You really read all my books?”

“Cover to cover. Every single page. Every single word.” He thumps his head. “I’ve committed all your fantasies to memory. I’m going to make every single one of them come true.”

“Then you’ll remember the scene where she did this.” I proceed to rip open his shirt, and I hear the buttons scatter all over the floor. I’ve always wanted to do that.

He growls in response like the man did in my book.

The corners of my mouth turn up slightly. “Be a good book boyfriend and growl louder for me. I want to feel the vibrations between my legs.”

His tongue slips out and runs along his lower lip before he growls loudly and lifts my legs until they’re wrapped around him.

He takes both my wrists into one of his big hands and pins them above my head. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea the lengths I’ll go to just to make your fantasies come true. But you’re about to find out.”

He roughly pulls down my bra and stares at my breasts. His jaw goes slack, and he briefly closes his eyes. When he opens them, he cups one of my breasts in his big, rough hand. The callouses send tremors down my body. Why are they so fucking hot? I need to add this feature to the men in my books. Writing about men with soft hands is now a thing of the past. Rough hands are my new kink.

“I’ve spent hours wondering what your nipples look like. In my wildest dreams, they were never this perfect.”

He bends his head and teases one with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth. My eyelids flutter. Fuck, that feels good. It’s an electric current straight to my clit, making it pulse with need.

I grind onto him, desperate for the friction. I’m shamelessly rubbing against him like I did in the restaurant. Why am I so ravenous for him?

He lifts his head. “Where’s the bedroom?”

I point down the hallway. “Third door.”

He locks his lips to mine again as he moves us toward my bedroom. We crash through the door, and he tosses me down onto my bed. He stands over me in all his beautiful glory. I take in his chest and abs. After we were at the pool party, I dreamed about tracing every muscle with my tongue. I can’t wait to make it my reality.

He slowly removes the remnants of his shirt before unbuckling, unzipping, and removing his jeans. He stands there in his boxer briefs with an exceedingly large and hard cock threatening to break through.

His eyes meet mine. “Grand romantic gestures, Gemma. I’ve listened to every word you’ve said since the moment I met you.”

He slips his thumbs into the sides of his boxer briefs and slides them down his legs. I audibly gasp as his cock springs free. I suck in a breath in a way I didn’t know was possible because I don’t think I’ve ever been more shocked in my life.

Yes, he has a book-boyfriend-worthy cock, but that’s not the object of my shock. I sort of expected that given his size. It’s the jewelry on the tip of said cock. He’s got a fucking Prince Albert piercing.

“Just like you said you wanted.”

“Wh…wh…when did I tell you that?”

“I heard you on the phone with your friend, telling her that you wanted a man with a pierced cock.”

I point at it. My voice and hand shake as I ask with uncertainty, “And you had one already, right?”

He smirks as he swivels his head from side to side. “Nope. The first night we met, I went and had this done. It’s the first of what promises to be many grand romantic gestures I do for you. Only you.”

“You…you put an extra hole in your dick for me?”

He chuckles. “I did.”

I’m speechless. For the first time in my life, I’m speechless. My mouth moves up and down, but nothing comes out. I think I’m in shock.

He gives his dick three long pumps. It’s so fucking erotic that I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never in my life been this turned on. It’s like every nerve ending in me is enhanced. The second he touches any part of my body, there’s a good chance I’ll come.

I point at it and ask the dumbest question I’ve ever asked, “Have you had sex with it yet?”

He rolls his eyes. “No, Gemma. I didn’t get my dick pierced for you only to use it on someone else. The only woman who will ever feel it is you. I assume you’ve been with a man who has a piercing before, right?”

“No,” I shout. “I haven’t! I was messing around with my friend when you eavesdropped. Dick piercings are for book boyfriends. I don’t know any real men with them. It’s a fantasy, not real life.”

His jaw drops and he breathes, “Holy shit.”

I cover my mouth. “Oh my god! I don’t know what to say. I’m overwhelmed. I can’t believe you did this…for me.”

He takes a few long breaths. “Forget about the piercing. It’s done. This is about us. You and me. Tell me that you can’t wait to feel me moving inside your body. That you’ve wanted it for nearly as long as I have.” He places his hand over his heart. “Tell me I’m not alone in feeling this magnetic pull to you.”

I flash back to the second I laid eyes on him. He’s gorgeous. Of course I was attracted to him, but he was my client. He wanted someone else. At least I thought he did.

“Maybe we should stop. You’re my client.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m so confused.”

He smirks. “You’re fired. Are you happy now?”

I blow out a long breath. “I feel it, Trey, I do. I’m a little scared right now. You’ve said and done a lot of things. I feel so much pressure.”

“Don’t. Put it all out of your mind and give in to the moment.” He leans over and kisses the corner of my mouth. And then the other corner. And then my neck. It immediately soothes me.

This would actually be a sweet, tender moment if his giant, hard, pierced dick wasn’t bobbing between us .

He grabs my face. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to finish undressing you so I can properly worship your body. Then I’m going to wrap my lips around your pretty pussy and make you come again. After that, my cock will slide inside you so we can both experience something neither of us have before.”

I…I…I have no words, so I mindlessly nod my head in agreement because…well…that sounds like a damn good plan.

He reaches behind me and expertly unclasps my bra. It falls away. He stares at my breasts as he rubs my nipples with his thumbs. They harden under his intense gaze and touch.

His fingers then brush over the sides of my breasts and down past my waist and hips until he removes my boots, followed by my skirt and panties.

His eyes move down my body as he grabs his now leaking cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gemma. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”

I feel the same way looking at his body.

His lips meet mine again while he gradually and gently falls on top of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him as our tongues meet and explore each other’s mouths through mutual moans.

His cock lays heavy between my legs, dipping in and out of my wetness. I thrust my hips up and he exhales a loud groan.

His hands leave no inch of my body untouched. His lips, tongue, and teeth explore my mouth like he can’t get enough of it.

I spend most evenings alone in the dark writing about women being impossibly turned on by fictitious men. Men who I’ve created in my mind to be the type I think I’d want. Until this moment, I’ve never felt half of what they get to feel. Lust runs through every vein in my body. My skin heats, suddenly burning for him. It feels like I’ll die if I don’t have him inside me soon.

He whispers into my mouth, “Do you feel it?”

I can’t deny it. “Yes, I feel it.” How could I not ?

He licks a path down my neck to my chest. His deliciously textured hands grab my breasts while he alternates licking and sucking each nipple with a reverence I’ve never dreamed possible.

His lips work their way down my body, making good on his promise to worship every part of me. His hands slowly follow suit until they’re between my thighs, spreading them apart, pinning them to the bed. His face hovers over my center. I can feel his hot breath teasing me.

My doubts of moments ago are a distant memory. I’m on fire with the need for his mouth to be on me. I try to wiggle, desperate for contact, but he’s too strong. So fucking strong .

I’m panting like a dog in heat, desperate for him to touch me. The anticipation has me trembling for him.

He licks his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of feasting on this pussy every damn night since I first saw you. So pink. So perfect.” He slowly licks through me. “So delicious.”

The tip of his tongue teases my clit for what feels like hours but is likely only seconds. His full tongue finally finds my clit and applies just the right amount of pressure.

His fingers push into my entrance, starting off slowly and then gradually going faster and deeper.

“Oh god, Trey.” I fist the sheets and practically push my pussy into his face. I can feel the sensation of his scruff on my inner thighs. I’m going to come in world-record time.

What I thought earlier about Trey kissing like a man when I’ve clearly only kissed boys in the past, also goes for the way he eats me. He’s a man devouring my body and playing it perfectly.

I usually like to be on top when a man goes down on me so I can control the pace and depth, but I don’t need to with him. It’s as if he knows everything I need and everything I didn’t know I needed.

He continues his heavenly movements. I’m writhing all over the place. “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes meet mine and convey more than I can bear right now. We make eye contact as he sucks my clit hard and curls his fingers in just the right spot. I feel like a bomb is going off between my legs. I yell out as my body opens up and erupts like a volcano. This orgasm is even more intense than the one I had in the restaurant.

My vision is spotted, but I feel the sudden coldness of him pulling his face away from my center, then I feel him move up my body and position his tip at my entrance.

I still haven’t regained my vision, but I manage to mumble, “Condom.”

He grunts, “No,” as he rolls his hips and pushes into me. “Nothing between us. Ever. I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, you’ll be feeling me for days. You won’t be able to walk.”

I can feel my body spasming around him, ignited by his dirty words and never having come down fully from my recent orgasm.

My mind begs me to grab a condom. A man like Trey has undoubtedly been with countless women. But holy fuck, that piercing. It drags through me, hitting every right spot along the way. I lose my breath at the sensation. I know we should stop, but my greedy whore body would rather die than have this feeling end.

I can only manage the super eloquent, “Holy shit. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He pushes all the way in, brings his forehead to mine, and breathes, “I’ll never stop. You’re mine. For good.”

Between his words, his size, and that piercing, I feel so damn full of all things Trey.

He momentarily pauses and looks at me. I think he’s actually asking permission to proceed. I lose my internal battle of sense and wrap myself around him, wanting to keep him close. Digging my ankles into his ass, I grit out, “Fuck me,” as I encourage him to begin his movements.

His lips take mine again. I can taste my orgasm on his tongue. So fucking hot .

He pulls out and then slams back in. Holy hell. This is going to be epic.

As he establishes a rhythm, my eyes roll around in my head at what must be the greatest pleasure in existence. He’s a skilled lover and that piercing is blowing my mind.

I swivel my hips and arch my back, trying to give as much as I’m getting. If the sounds he’s making are any indication, he’s more than enjoying himself.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Open up for me again. Let me feel your pussy come on my cock, beautiful girl. My beautiful girl.”

He somehow manages to fuck me and make love to me at the same time. It’s hard and wild yet still tender and loving. I don’t know how he’s achieving that balance, but he is. It’s almost too much to bear. How can our first time be this intense? How can we connect on the highest of levels while barely knowing each other?

His tongue and lips are everywhere. His big hands manage to work my body over like he’s committing it to memory, always leaving a blazing trail in their wake.

I’m two more orgasms into this when I feel his thrusts become more erratic.

I breathe, “Don’t come inside me.”

“But—”

“I mean it.” I might be in outer space right now, but I have some limits.

His face is buried in my neck. “I want to come inside your body. I need to mark you as mine.”

“You can come in my mouth.”

That gets his attention. He pulls out of me, shifts up my body, and thrusts his massive cock into my mouth. I lick around the piercing before grabbing his ass and pushing him as far in as I can take him. I can feel the metal against the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck, Gemma. Oh shit. I’m coming.”

If I didn’t have a giant cock down my throat, I’d tell him to give it all to me. But I do, in fact, have a mammoth pierced cock clogging up my throat.

He grunts loudly as hot creaminess fills my mouth, sliding down with ease. He yells out my name throughout his entire orgasm. I wrap my lips tight and suck every last drop.

After I finish swallowing it down, he collapses next to me, pulling my overheated, sweaty body close to his. Out of breath, he practically moans, “That was amazing. I knew you’d blow my mind.”

Me? I barely did anything. He’s the one who blew my mind.

I can feel our joint heart rates beating erratically against each other. There’s something deeply intimate about them falling in perfect sync with one another.

Once I can form a sentence, I ask, “How was your orgasm with the piercing? Umm…you know…for research.” I bite my lip. “Use descriptive words.”

He smiles as his hands move all over my body. “Best of my life, but that may have been my sexy partner.”

“Any other words just in case a certain author wants to describe the male point of view in a book of hers? Adjectives are welcome.”

He chuckles. “Like a bomb went off between my legs and I couldn’t see straight. I think I blacked out for a few seconds.”

Yep, I know the feeling. Also, I’m totally using that in a book.

He pulls me so I’m fully on top of him. He’s so strong. Manhandling me is second nature to him. Oh my god, I sound like a romance novel. Trey is an actual book boyfriend come to life. I feel like I’m in the movie Weird Science where the guys created the perfect woman on their computer and she suddenly appears. It’s like I’ve written the most perfect man and now it’s manifesting itself in Trey. Well, except for the lying. I certainly don’t write men who lie.

I rest my chin on his chest and look up at him. “Condoms if you ever want to do that again.”

His face falls. “Aren’t you on birth control? ”

“Yes, I have an IUD, but we’re relative strangers, Trey.”

“This isn’t casual sex for me.”

“I know. You’ve more than made that clear, but I hardly know anything substantive about you. I don’t know how many partners you’ve had. Judging by your performance, I’m guessing it’s been more than a few. When was the last time you had sex?”

“I haven’t had sex since you posted that video. I promise that I have a clean bill of health.”

“Hmm.”

I mindlessly trace his chin dimple with my finger, entranced by it. “How many women have sat on this?”

“None that matter.” He mock bites that finger. “You like the cleft, don’t you?”

“Umm hmm. It’s so sexy. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you.”

He runs his hands over my lower back and ass, giving me chills. “My friends always make fun of it. Since I was a kid.”

“They’re jealous. I promise you, women love it.”

I reach my head up and lick through it. “Yum. I can taste me on it.”

I feel him harden under me.

I giggle into his chest. “Only book boyfriends have three-minute turnaround times. There’s no way you can go again this quickly.”

He wiggles so I can feel just how hard he is. “Why don’t you sit on it and find out? I’ve been trained to be a book boyfriend by the best in the business.”

I smile as I lift my body onto his and then place his tip at my entrance. My safe sex talk is already forgotten. I’ll make him put a condom on in a minute. I just want to feel this again for a little bit. Nothing has ever felt better.

Slowly sinking down on him, I moan in delight.

He teases my nipples, but his eyes are focused on where our bodies are joined. “What does the piercing feel like for you?” He smirks. “Use descriptive words. You know…for research. ”

My eyelids flutter. “Like the stairway to heaven. Like I can’t believe I went nearly thirty years without it. Like you’re ruining me for all other men.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “There will be no other men. Ever.”

I bring my body up and then slide back down on him. “One day at a time, Romeo. One day at a time.”