Page 54 of Fool Me Once

I drag my nails down his back and to his ass while I ride out my orgasm, my own hips smashing into his.

“Smith,” I moan. “Fuck …”

“Coming inside of your sweet pussy, baby.” He shudders above me. “Feels so good.”

He’s right; it does feel so good. It feels so good that my mind goes blank and my vision grows white. But just like all good things, it has to come to an end.

And when the sex is over and my mind fills with those intrusive thoughts again, the feeling of doom creeps back in. It’s a familiar emotion that I’ve felt for far too long, and I was stupid to think sex with the man I loved would scare it away.

Despair.

It consumes me. It takes what it wants. And it wants everything.

And I fear … it always will.

Istare at the sheer curtain, the buildings of Tampa clearly visible. Folding my hands behind my head, I move my eyes to the beautiful woman in bed beside me.

Gemma.

Even when she sleeps, her face holds pain in it. I know she used me last night to help her cope with everything she’d been feeling. She’d thought fucking me would numb her pain, and I think, for the time being, it did. Even though, no matter how many sweet words I whispered to her, she shut them all out. Her brain has been trained to see herself in a certain way, but whatever it takes for me to break her out of that, I’ll do it.

I want her to get the help she needs, but I don’t want to force her when she isn’t ready. I don’t know which Gemma is going to wake up in Tampa today—the one who wants me to fuck her, the one who is skittish, or perhaps the sassy one who can’t really stand me. I guess I’ll have to just wait and see.

Quietly, I slide from the bed and head toward the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth, I turn the shower on, waiting for it to get hot before stepping in.

Soaping up my hands, I wash my body and my hair, standing under the spray and thinking about the day. We have to be on a flight back to Maine, but not until tonight. And I’d love to do something fun with Gemma today once she’s up.

The shower door makes a small noise, but I don’t have a chance to turn around before a set of hands slips around my waist. My cock jumps as Gemma slides them a little lower.

“Did you sleep well?” I murmur, wrapping my fingers around her wrists.

“Mmhmm.” She nods against my back. “But I woke upreally thirsty.”

By now, my cock is standing up fucking straight just from the sultry, sleepy voice she’s using. I don’t want to seem too eager, and I know we should take things slow, but, fuck … she makes my dick so fucking hard.

“Oh, yeah?” I murmur.

“Yeah,” she whispers, kissing my back. “Spin around and give me something to clench my thirst, big guy.”

Veins bulge from my steel cock because it’s been so long since she sucked my dick and I’ve missed her mouth so much.

“Are you—”

Taking matters into her own hands, she steps around me. Big blue eyes stare up at me as she pushes her hair back over her shoulders.

“Stop being nice to me,” she whispers roughly. “Be the Smith I knew six years ago—only now … it seems you’re even better at using that huge cock of yours.” She raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a bird with a broken wing. So, I want you to give me what I’m asking for and tell me what I should do right now.”

I know this isn’t good. I’m sure that what she’s doing right now—suddenly needing my cock to make her feel better—isn’t right for someone who just got out of an abusive relationship. But she’s asking for something, and I’m not going to tell her no. Especially when I want her so fucking bad too. I’m not going to degrade her, nor will I be too rough. But I’ll give her what she wants while also telling her what I think she needs to hear.

“Drop down to your knees, beautiful girl.” I brush my thumb against her bottom lip. “You look so good when you suck on my cock. So, go on and remind me how well your throat takes me.”

Lightly, I press on her shoulders, and she eagerly drops to the floor, still gazing up at me as she opens up wide and moves her head closer.

This is something I’ve fucked my hand over so many times since we’ve been apart, but having her actually here and feeling my cock slide against her warm, wet tongue … so much better.

“You’re so pretty, Gem.” I push my hands into her drenched hair, continuing to shower her with honest-to-fucking-God compliments. “You make my cock so fucking hard.”

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