“So good.”
I keep the tempo the same but put a little more effort into the thrusts until I’m pounding her pussy like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Fuckkkk!”
I don’t last as long as I would've liked to. In fact, I’m a little embarrassed at how hard and quickly I come, but all I can compare Gigi’s pussy to is how it must feel for a drug addict when they take that very first hit.
Sublime.
And while an addict’s subsequent highs may never feel like the first one again, I smile to myself, knowing that my drug of choice can only get better from here.
Twenty-One
Gigi
* * *
I’ve been off the schedule at work for over a week since the incident happened with Jake (formerly known as Ben), but I’m also relieved to hear from Casper that no one has either seen or heard from Jake the entire week.
Now that I’ve also confirmed that there was a witness outside of the break room who heard Jake assault me, Knox thought it would be best if I went through normal University channels and contact Human Resources to formally report Jake.
“That way there’s a paper trail and if he ever tries to come back for his job, which I doubt, he’d be let go on the spot.” Knox tells me.
“Wouldn’t getting him fired only ruin his life more than it already is? Wouldn’t that make him angrier with me?”
“He isn’t coming back, Gigi.”
“What does that mean?”
“I had some strong words with him after he cut my hand. He knows that it would not be in his best interest to pop back up. I bet he’s halfway to Michigan by now. But to cover all our bases, I want it on record that he tried to hurt you. If you do that, then maybe I’ll let you go back to work there.”
“You’ll let me, oh arrogant one?”
Knox grabs me around the waist and pulls me flush against his hard body. He smells of a delicious mixture of burnt vanilla and spices.
“I’ve got some tricky ways to keep you naked in bed for a very long time. You wouldn’t ever have to go to work again.”
I can feel the exact “trick” he’s talking about pressing into my abdomen.
“Jackass,” I call him lovingly.
“Queenie.”
He kisses me softly at first, gradually seducing my mouth with his acrobatic tongue, and all I can do at this point is raise my arms around his neck and fall deeper under his spell.
Since he’s moved off of the couch and into my bed because “it’s better for my back”, Knox has made love to me every single night and sometimes twice a day.
“I can’t let you bewitch me right now,” he teases. “I’m going to hang with my brothers for a little bit. If you go anywhere, call me and let me know. I’m not trying to hover, but I need to know where you are at all times for my own sanity.”
“I’m probably going to be hanging out here and prep for the open call auditions.”
“Oh, you’re going to do it?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking I could be the caterpillar.”
“The animal in Alice In Wonderland that smokes the hookah? How ironic.”
“I know, right? I’m complicated like that.”
