Chapter 22
Trey
Fifteen seconds.
That’s about how long I’ll last if she keeps talking like that. After last night, I never imagined I’d have Jessie spread beneath me—her taste still on my tongue—begging to come on my cock. I’ve been dreaming of this woman for a year, and she’s even better than my dreams. I could spend all night learning her curves, caressing her silky skin. I already know one night won’t be enough.
Living with her, spending time with her, getting to know her, has only made my desire for her stronger. I want this to be perfect for her. I want to feel her come apart in the best way for me. If this is the only night we get, then I’ll make it one she’ll never fucking forget.
I keep my strokes in a steady rhythm, edging her toward another orgasm. She whimpers when I bury myself in her, circling my hips. I barely graze her clit—just enough for a tremor to wrack her body.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe.
Her nails dig into my back, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting harder, faster. I have a kinky side, but I’ll keep my requests to myself. Tonight isn’t about me; it’s about her.
“I–I–I’m gonna—” She struggles to speak as her core tightens around me. Her orgasm grips me, forcing me to concentrate on controlling my own.
“Good girl, come on me. Let go.”
She continues to come, her legs shaking, nails digging into my back, whimpers of pleasure leaving her throat.
I slow as she comes down from her high so I don’t come yet. I take her mouth in a kiss. I could kiss her a million times and never tire of it. Her soft lips respond eagerly, brushing mine.
Pulling back, I sit on my heels and pull her hips up to me. From this position, I can take all of her in: her red waves falling around her, the flush on her cheeks, rise and fall of her chest, those breasts that are the perfect size for my hands. My eyes continue to trail down, seeing the way her waist curves into her soft hips. Her belly button piercing catches in the light and drives me wild.
I take my time—slowly moving in her—taking her all in. I run my hands over her smooth skin, already prepared to beg for more later, but if this is the only time I have with her, I refuse to miss a single second. I touch every part of her I can reach as her eyes trace every line of my body. I think she feels the same way, judging by the way her body responds to me. And at this moment, I’m grateful for all the times Knox dragged me to the gym.
“You take me so well, so slick and tight for me.” I watch my words affect her, the blush deepening, her breaths picking up. “Give me one more, baby.”
She shakes her head. “I–I can’t—”
I grip her hips. “Yes—” Thrust. “You—” Thrust. “Can.” I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to come, but I want her to fall over that edge with me one more time.
I spit on her clit.
Her eyes flare at the dirty act. “What are you—”
My thumb presses on her clit, and I move in small, methodical circles.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “T–Trey!” she cries.
My name on her lips sends fire coursing through my veins.
“Just like that, come for me. You’re so beautiful. Look at you taking all of me.” I look down, watching as I pump in and out. Knowing this is a sight I’ll replay in my mind over and over. With my thumb still pressing on her clit, I bury myself, deep and hard. She screams my name again as her orgasm hits its peak, and I come harder than I ever have.
Just like that, Jessie Hawkins has ruined me for all other women.
I pull out and collapse onto the bed next to her before pulling her onto my chest. We lay together, catching our breath until I clean up and get her a washcloth.
I lean down onto the bed next to her. “You know how you said ‘just this once’ . . .” I start kissing my way up her stomach.
“Trey . . .” she warns.
“Just hear me out,” I plead, propping myself on my elbow above her.
Her hazel eyes sparkle up at me. She knows what I’m going to say, and she loves fucking with me.Little brat.
“That wasgood. Like,reallygood. So, for scientific research purposes, I think—”
