Fool Me Once (New England Bay Sharks #2)

Chapter 18

I stare 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 up really 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.”

Her hands grip my thighs, helping her gain traction as she starts to rock forward and back, and each time, the head of my dick gets closer to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I hiss, holding her hair a little tighter, but being careful not to be too rough.

Pulling back, she spits on my cock, making me groan in pure pleasure, before she wraps her lips around me and pushes me deep into her throat.

“Baby”—I hold her head still at an attempt to slow her down—“I’m about five seconds away from blowing my load down that tight little throat of yours. If you don’t want me to come, you’d better stop sucking my dick right now.”

She just grins— she fucking grins —before letting my cock fall from her mouth and staring up at me.

“I’m still thirsty,” she coos, “so you’re going to come down my throat. And then, after you do … you’re going to fuck me hard, until you’re coming again. But this time, inside my pussy.”

Well, fuck me. Okay then.

I don’t know this side of her. But between her bossy, filthy fucking words and her ready, wet mouth, which wraps around my cock and pulls me in deep … I come almost instantly. Because, god-fucking-damn, a woman who knows what she wants is hot as fuck.

Even if she is using me to feel better.

Smith comes in my mouth, and the second the salty taste hits my tongue, I attempt to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure while swallowing him down.

“Look at you,” he somehow manages to choke out while his body is still convulsing. “The most beautiful creature and so fucking gorgeous on your knees with my cock between your lips.”

He keeps doing that—giving me compliments and trying to pump me up. I know what he’s trying to do, and it’s not going to work. Sex is all this is right now. Getting myself off and getting him off—it’s the only thing that helps quiet the voices. I’m not really interested in the touchy-feely, emotional stuff right now, but he keeps trying.

After running my tongue over the head of his dick, I wipe my mouth and push to my feet.

“Well,” I say, stepping up to him and glaring at him, “are you going to fuck me like the good boy you’re trying so hard to pretend you are now or not?”

I don’t know where this side of me is coming from or why. I’m not this girl—never have been. I’ve never taken control during sex in my life, but here I am, being crude and bossy. But when his semi-hard cock quickly hardens at the touch of my palm, I know he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

It’s the only thing that brings me joy.

He doesn’t say anything; instead, he shoves his hand between my legs and dips two fingers inside my heat, making me groan in desperation. Gently, he pushes until my back hits the shower wall and parts my legs as he moves his fingers in and out.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, his eyes glossed over with need, “and so fucking perfect for me. Every single part of you—flawless.”

“Knock it off with the sweet words,” flies angrily from my mouth, but when his hand stops moving, I growl in agony. “Smith, stop playing with me.”

I know his words are kind and meaningful, but I don’t want to hear them. They aren’t the truth, and he knows it. He’s just trying to make me feel less insecure about myself, and I hate that. I don’t want anyone’s pity—ever. Especially not his.

“If I’m going to give you my cock again, Firefly, you’re going to have to listen to what I have to say,” he utters, leaning in and catching my lips with his. “I’ll keep telling you until you believe every word too.”

“No,” I growl, my throat growing angry with emotion. “Just fuck me, would you? Just fuck me and stop trying to make it something it isn’t.” With every passing second, I only grow more agitated, unable to deal with any emotions right now other than the ones that will bring me an orgasm. “Please.” The word comes from my throat in a strangled plea. “I’m begging you, quit being nice to me and just give me what I’m asking for.”

He seems unaffected by my words and cocks his head to the side. “Why? Because you’re afraid you might start to believe me?” Eyes that see right through me stare me down. “Scared you might fall in love with me again and that I could hurt you?”

His fingers push back inside of me little by little, and my nipples harden.

“Or are you afraid I’m lying to you and that I don’t mean the words coming from my lips? All because some fuckface ex of yours told you that you weren’t worthy of anything good, so now, you think you don’t deserve all the things I’m saying to you. But you do, Gem. You really fucking do.”

We’re nose to nose, his lips hovering just barely above mine.

“I promise you, I mean every fucking word, Gem. You. Are. Perfect. For. Me.”

I’m pissed when tears fill my eyes because feelings and complicated shit aren’t what this is supposed to be about. We’re supposed to be having sex, not making love. He’s supposed to be fucking my sorrows away—that’s what I asked of him, and he can’t even do that.

Turning away from him, I quickly open the shower door and jump out before grabbing a towel and pulling it around myself. I need to get the hell out of this bathroom, so I rush into the bedroom and away from him. I haven’t even made it two steps into the room before his arm wraps around my waist, stopping me.

“Damn it, Gem,” he rasps. “I’m trying to be a good man, an honorable fucking human who does the right thing, but you’re making it hard.” He pulls my back to his soaked chest, and his erection presses into my ass. “Using me for sex isn’t fucking healthy, and I don’t feel right about it, like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Stop,” I hiss, embarrassed that I’m being turned down by an NHL fuckboy.

“Do you really think that I don’t want to drive my cock inside your pussy again, Gemma?” He says the words into my ear, and goose bumps erupt all over my body, making my nipples harden.

“I love fucking you, baby.” He continues to hold on to me, rocking slightly. “I love coming inside your pussy and feeling you squeeze around my cock when you come all over it.”

“Smith—”

“I’m scared I’ll do something wrong or take it too far. Your pain is still fresh, and I never want to do anything that might trigger you or—”

Humiliated, I try to pull away from him. “Stop,” I whimper. “Just forget it.”

Because he’s Smith and he doesn’t ever want to do anything that might hurt me, he releases his hold on me, and I start toward my clothes to find some pajamas, but just as I kneel down to reach in my bag, he steps beside me.

“I might be scared to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fucking crave you, Gem. Or that I don’t want you so badly. My cock is throbbing right now, even minutes after you sucked my dick. Feel this, baby.” He reaches for my hand, moving it over the huge bulge under the towel. “That’s how much I want to feel your pussy stretch around my cock. So, please, take your own pain away, Gemma. Use me.” He pulls me upward, swiping his thumb across my cheek. “Fuck my dick like the queen that you are. Take what you want and nothing less.” He runs his hands down my waist, pushing the towel from my body. “You’ve had everything taken from you, Firefly. It’s time for you to take it all back.”

He steps back until he’s sitting on the bed before releasing his own towel. His cock stands tall and proud, waiting for me. I know I shouldn’t go over to him after he just turned me down in the shower, but my mouth waters at the sight of him alone. His tattoos stretch over his muscles, his hair is damp from the shower, and his huge cock is glistening, delicious veins wrapped around the entire thing.

Moving his hand to his dick, he pumps it a few times. “It’s all yours, baby. Every inch.” His voice is raspy as he gives himself one last stroke. “So, why don’t you come over here and act like it?”

“Don’t tell me how beautiful and perfect I am the entire time,” I whisper. “Okay?”

“Fine.” He shrugs. “Now … are you going to get over here and ride my dick or not?”

I should be embarrassed, but I’m too desperate for him to be inside of me to have that sort of emotion right now, and within seconds, I’m walking toward him.

When I stop in front of him on the bed, his eyes give me an almost-daring look, so I fire back by straddling his lap and slowly lower myself down onto his length.

“Fuck,” rushes from his lips as my pussy stretches around him .

The deeper he gets, the more it stings, and when he notices my nipples perking up, he brings one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it before moving to the next.

With every flick of his tongue, I only grow wetter. Soon, he’s deeper inside of me, and I hiss as my hips begin to roll.

“I’m at your mercy, Firefly,” he murmurs against my breasts. “You own me right now. Take back what’s yours.”

I would never want to hurt anyone the way that I’ve been hurt—and especially not the one person who means the most to me—but taking control … or even just having control over something, anything at all, sounds really, really nice.

“Lie on your back, Sawyer,” I say, my voice huskier than ever. “And keep your cock inside of me while you move.”

With his hands on my waist, he sinks back on the bed until he’s flat on his back, making sure that he stays inside of me the entire time. The more my hips roll, the deeper inside of me he gets. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve had sex since I’ve known him; I’ll never get over how large he is or the sting I feel when he sinks deeper inside of me.

His fingertips graze my back, and a low growl escapes his throat as I begin to ride him harder.

“Put your palms flat on the mattress while I’m fucking you,” I utter.

Right away, he does what he was told.

“Good boy, Smith,” I hiss as his cock slides even deeper.

“Fuck, Gem,” he whispers, and my ass bounces faster and harder against his lap.

I could come so quickly, but when his eyes begin to glaze over and his breathing grows heavier, I know how close he is too. So, I slow my movements and move my hips up, letting his cock slide from my body, hovering my heat just at the tip of his length.

He hisses in pure despair, and for whatever fucked-up reason, I eat it up, knowing that he was so close … and I took it from him.

Maybe I’m a monster, and perhaps I have some evil in me, but sometimes, it feels good to remember how much control I can have over certain situations.

And right now, I have the ability to not let Smith Sawyer come.

“Did I say you could come already?” I growl against his lips before biting his bottom lip gently and pulling it between my teeth. “No … I didn’t think so.”

I kiss him harder before moving my body up and pressing my tits into his face. He licks them, groaning loudly and making me pant.

I sink myself back onto him, inch by inch, and watch his pupils dilate and his hands struggle to stay on the mattress and not touch me. Electricity soars through my veins, reminding me that I have the control. I get to decide when or if he’s going to have a release.

“Should I fuck you slow?” I coo smoothly, gripping his shoulders as I begin to rock. “Or should I fuck you hard and fast?”

“Fucking A, Firefly,” his voice croaks. “Do you feel how hard my cock is right now? You’re killing me.”

I want to smile, but I fight it. I ignore his words, rocking my body hard and fast, and I ride him with one goal in mind …

To get off.

Part of me wants to toy with him again and edge him to the point of breaking before pulling back. But I’m too desperate for my own release, and I want to feel him coming right along with me.

“Be a good boy and come with me.” I barely choke the words out in a murmur as an explosion erupts inside of me, making my entire body tingle—from my belly right down to my toes.

My hips rock frantically. Warmth shoots from him and inside of me, somehow making me feel closer to him, even though I know it isn’t going to last.

It feels so good.

I almost feel normal for a few seconds as I cry out a slew of sounds and words before my rocking turn to trembles. As my orgasm leaves me, no longer holding me hostage, I drag in some shaky breaths and drop my head against his shoulder. I bury my face into his neck, squeezing my eyes shut.

Because, just like always, I know the demons will come back once the fun is over.