Fool Me Once (New England Bay Sharks #2)

Chapter 28

I type out the message and hit Send. Somehow, my cock twitches even though I’m not entirely sure what is about to go down tonight. There’s no going back now though because, within seconds, Gemma responds.

Me: Gotta stay late tonight. Don’t wait up. Love you.

Gemma: Oh, that sucks. I had big plans for us. All right. Love you.

Tucking my phone into my pocket, I take a seat at the end of the U-shaped bar at an exclusive club not everyone can get into—luckily because, tonight, I don’t really want this shit documented.

I order a drink from the bartender, who leans down a little too far, giving me a shot of her cleavage, like I give a flying fuck. Before I know it, a drink is sitting in front of me.

“Here all alone?” a smooth, sultry voice says from behind me.

I don’t get the chance to turn to look at who it is, nor do I really need to because she wedges her body between mine and the stool. Brushing her fingertips unhurriedly down my arm, she sits down beside me, keeping her legs crossed in my direction so that her knee runs against the side of my leg.

“Not anymore, I guess,” I drawl, running my tongue over my lips as the bluest eyes stare back at me.

Her lips are painted red, and she’s wearing a tight, sequined silver dress that hugs her body, dipping down low at her cleavage to show off her round tits. Instantly, my cock comes to life, twitching endlessly in my pants. Her scent isn’t vanilla, like I’m used to, but instead something richer and heavier.

Gemma.

Only Gemma with a black wig with blunt bangs and much more makeup than she’d normally wear.

She holds her hand out, a playful, seductive smirk teasing her lips. “I’m Amara.”

I wonder how she came up with that name out of all the names she could use, but I don’t ask. I just let her play with me a little more.

“I’d ask you for your name, but I think you know I’m aware of who you are.”

Once she shakes my hand, she drops hers down and pulls the toothpick with the cherries from my drink—the drink I ordered upon her instructions—and pulls them into her mouth, one by one.

“I’d know a hotshot NHL player like you anywhere, Mr. Smith Sawyer .”

Something about the woman I love stroking my ego has me wishing it were my cock she was stroking instead. Soon, it will be.

“What’s a woman like you doing in a club all by yourself?”

I watch her roll the last cherry between her lips, and my cock is painfully hard.

Not long ago, she told me that she’d fantasized about playing the role of a lady of the night, randomly meeting me and pretending like we didn’t know each other before submitting to me and doing whatever I wanted. I wasn’t entirely sold on the idea. It meant fake cheating on her, and even though it would be fake cheating with her, it made me feel kind of sleazy.

But then my cock took over, and I thought with my other head, dreaming about the possibilities of what I could do with her.

Even though things are better than ever, my mind still puts a block up sometimes, worrying I’m being too rough after all she’s been through. That was her reasoning for wanting this too; she said she could feel me holding back, but that maybe, if I imagined she was someone else—someone whose past I knew nothing about—I’d let go and take it further.

When she tilts her head to the side, her eyes dancing with amusement, I slide my hand to her bare thigh.

“Just looking for my next victim, I guess.”

She takes the straw and fills it with liquor, keeping her finger over the opening before bringing it to her mouth and tipping her head up. As she releases her finger, the liquid slides down her throat. I watch her muscles work as she swallows it down, and my brain grows fuzzy, imagining it’s my cum she’s drinking.

Above this club is a luxury hotel, and I got the penthouse suite for the night. I plan to fuck her on every surface of that bitch before we have to check out in the morning .

She reaches forward and grazes her palm up my thigh before brushing it over the bulge in my pants. “What do you say we get on out of here, big guy?” she whispers, leaning closer to my ear. “Your girlfriend isn’t here, so it’s just you and me tonight.”

Holy fuck. Gemma came to play tonight.

And hopefully, by play, I mean … play with my cock.

“So fast?” I coo, brushing my fingertips along her collarbone. “What’s the rush?”

“I could tell you, but I’d rather just show you.” She lifts an eyebrow. “As long as you’re a good boy and do everything I say.” Her voice doesn’t even sound like it usually does.

Shit, that’s hot.

The amount of blood that has rushed to my cock can’t be healthy. I really want to bite down on my knuckle to relieve whatever fucking pressure is going on inside my body from her.

“Lead the way,” I bite out, practically feeling the heat pumping from her body to mine.

With her heels clicking on the tiled floor, Gemma leads me to the elevator. I watch her ass move under the fabric of her dress, making my cock stir before she pushes the button and the elevator doors open.

Stepping inside, she twirls to face me, giving me a seductive smile before holding a finger up and instructing me to follow. She didn’t need to do it; I would have followed either way like the lost puppy dog that I was for this woman, but either way … she looked hot and confident, doing it.

Strutting in, I walk beside her and turn around. The doors close, and I’m well aware of her presence even before she moves her body in front of mine and presses her ass up against my dick. When she grinds it against my now-aching length, I suck in a breath, wishing I were in control because I’d pull her dress up and finger her tight little ass right here in this fucking elevator.

A moment later, the doors open, and she reaches behind her, giving my shirt a tug before walking away from me and leading us toward the hotel room. Holding her key card to the door, she pushes it open. I play the part of a man who doesn’t know this woman, but who’s about to get his mind fucking blown.

I don’t know what to expect, but when she brought up this idea, she mentioned wanting to take control. I agreed instantly for two reasons. One, it sounded fucking hot, and I’d love to have her dominate me. And two, I’d always do whatever I could to help her feel safer and in control.

“Here we are,” she says slowly.

I close the door behind me, and she does a slow turn.

I have to give it to her—she hasn’t broken character once and is taking this incredibly seriously, which makes it even sexier.

“You’re mine now, Number Eight,” she coos, referencing my jersey number. Stepping closer, she drags her finger up my neck and to my chin. “Are you ready to submit to me? Or are you afraid to give up control?”

“I’ll give you anything you want, doll,” I breathe out as my cock twitches uncontrollably in my jeans. “I’m ready.”

Her finger drags up my chin and grazes my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to see what this mouth can do.”

She smirks, taking a few steps back, stepping into the kitchen. She opens a drawer, and when she pulls out one of my game-day ties, I know she put it there when she checked in to this room earlier.

“This is my boyfriend’s tie, but he usually wears it around his neck. But not you. You’re going to wear it around your wrists while you’re tied to the bed.” She rubs the fabric between her fingers. “That way, you can’t move. So, your mouth and your dick will be mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with them. All for my own pleasure and not yours.”

My mouth fucking hangs open. I’ve known Gemma Jones a long-ass time, and I’ve never seen this side of her. I’m eating it up though because, holy fuck, I’m so turned on that I can hardly see straight.

“What are you waiting for? Time’s ticking,” she growls, waving her hand toward me. “Strip. Now. I’ll be out in a minute, and when I come back out … you’d better be on that bed with your cock hard and ready for me.”

“Yes, beautiful,” I say before she disappears into the bathroom.

Like the complete goner that I am, within seconds, I’m rushing to the bedroom, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them and my briefs off before tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor. With my cock standing straight out in front of me, veins bulging, I head straight to the bed and lie on my back and wait impatiently for her to come out.

A few minutes later, she struts into the bedroom. Her high heels and wig are still on, but her dress is gone, revealing a strappy black bra and a pair of matching crotchless panties. My tie is now slung around her neck, hanging over her perky tits, and suddenly, I’m jealous of a piece of fabric.

My dick jumps as I drink her in, and I worry I might actually drown in my own fucking drool because she’s so fucking hot.

Walking around the edge of the bed, she runs her hand over the comforter.

I’ve seen Gemma in a lot of different situations, but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her this free, and I love that I can play a small part in helping her get back some control.

“Should I ride your mouth first? Or maybe cut to the chase and climb aboard your aching cock and ride until I make myself come?” Her hand drags up my thigh, and her finger grazes the length of my cock. “I think I’ll go with choice number one. You’re looking a little hungry.”

I don’t talk dirty to her like I normally would—even though it’s killing me not to. This isn’t for me; it’s for her. Every word I might say would only take a little control away from her. She’s my master, and I’m at her mercy right now.

“Answer me, baby boy.” She tilts her head up bravely before pulling the tie from around her neck. “Tell me, do you want me to tie you up?”

“Yes, please,” I choke out, watching a few drops of pre-cum drip from my cock.

Gazing down at my length, she reaches her hand out and drags her finger across the tip. Bringing it to her plump red lips, she sucks her finger into her mouth.

“Already dripping for me, Number Eight?” Her voice is husky. She licks her lips and jerks her chin toward the headboard. “Hold those wrists up. It’s time for you to show me how well you can work that tongue.”

I hold my wrists up to the center of the headboard, and she doesn’t waste a single second before climbing on top of me, her bare pussy on my chest as she secures the tie to my wrists before fastening it around one of the slats .

“Look at you,” she whispers, running her thumb across my cheek. “So eager to taste this pussy.”

She swings her legs and spins around. Her pussy is right under my neck, and heat explodes from her body, warming my entire chest.

“If you show me what that mouth of yours can do, I’ll return the favor.” She leans forward, pushing her pussy against my chin and dragging her tongue over the tip of my dick before pulling back once more. “Do we have a deal? Lick my pussy real good, and I’ll suck your fat cock?”

“Yes,” I murmur quickly.

She moves until her pretty pussy is right on my lips, where it belongs.

“Go on.” The words float from her lips so confidently. “ Lick.”

With my eyes on her back, I drive my tongue out of sight and deep into her heat. I love every version of this woman, but I’m so proud of this particular one.

“Good boy, Smith,” she coos, rocking her hips subtly against my face. “Using that tongue like it was made just for this pussy.”

More pre-cum spills from my cock, and between having my tongue buried between her thighs, her ass spread above my face, and her talking me through the entire thing, I’ll have a mess all over this bed in a few minutes because I’ll likely come before she actually touches me.

She cranes her neck to look back at me and wraps her hand around my cock and gives it a few strokes before sliding it to my tip, gathering a bit of pre-cum on her fingers. When she drags her hand over her neck, I groan loudly against her pussy before dragging my tongue over her clit and drawing a circle against it.

A small moan bubbles from her, but she tries to fight it off.

“Just like that,” she whispers gruffly, riding my face. “Just. Like. That.”

Satisfied with what I’m delivering her, she tilts her body forward, and her wet, hot mouth suctions around my cock. I attempt to lift my arms, wanting to pull her down harder on my mouth, but I quickly remember my wrists are tied up.

Her thighs tighten around my face as she begins to rock faster, driving my tongue deeper into her heat and pushing my cock further down her throat.

“Yes,” she growls around my dick. “Fuck … yes.”

Within seconds, her pussy is convulsing around my tongue, squeezing it tightly. I’m so fucking close to coming down her throat … just another second of her wet, hot mouth and—

When she sits up straight, my cock falls from her mouth, and her pussy thrusts against my tongue harder while she cries out. I don’t stop licking her, but, fuck … my cock is pissed off that she pulled her mouth back seconds before I blew my load down her throat.

Her body continues to rock subtly until she’s quivering, and once she slows down, pussy still on my face, she looks over her shoulder at me again. “You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you?” She tsks me. “No, Sawyer. This cock was brought up here strictly to serve me tonight, and that’s exactly what it’s going to do.”

Leaning down, she spits on me, soaking the entire length of my dick. Then, slowly, she spins around.

“That was fun and all, but I’m ready to ride this huge, aching cock.” Stretching her arm forward, she drags her fingertip up my chest. “Do you want that too, baby?”

“Yes … fuck … yes,” I grunt.

I don’t just want it; I fucking need it. I need this release like I need my next breath. If she keeps it from me, I might die.

“Then, beg for it,” she sasses, tipping her chin up.

“Please, doll,” I huff out desperately, almost as a fucking whimper. “Make me the luckiest fucking guy in the universe and fuck my dick. It’s so hard for you.”

“Only me?” she breathes.

“Only you,” I groan, not even thinking straight because I’m so fucking turned on for her right now.

When she lifts her hips, her tits spill out from the strappy bra. She hisses as she slides down onto my length, her mouth hanging open.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she whispers, staring down at me. “You’re taking this pussy so well, baby.”

Her hips begin to rock, driving my dick deeper and deeper inside of her, and it’s fucking torture, not being able to reach up and touch her. I have no control right now, but she does. And she’s fucking beautiful, taking charge.

She fucks me hard, taking everything she wants and nothing less. Her heat swallows me up, wrapping around my cock tightly .

My balls are already tingling, and I know I won’t last long—not after she rode my face and sucked on my cock. Her hands slide to my neck, applying a little pressure, and she stares down at me while her body bounces.

“Come for me, baby boy,” she growls the moment her pussy begins to squeeze my cock tighter. “Your cum is mine now. Fill me with it. I want it all.”

“Fuck,” I groan, losing myself quicker than ever before.

My balls are fucking drawn up tight as I explode inside of her tight heat. She continues to thrust her hips back and forth, throwing her head back and crying out loudly.

Black caves in around my vision, threatening to take away the image of Gemma, completely free and in control while her mouth hangs open and her eyes roll back.

My queen. My fucking warrior.

I’d do anything to help her feel like herself again. Selfishly, I hope tonight helped her because, fuck, I’d love to do it again.

After cleaning myself up and changing into the more … appropriate clothes that I stuffed in Smith’s duffel bag, I look around the hotel room to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind before I head out.

Tonight was unlike anything I’d ever done. I might have taken control other times, but nothing like this. Tonight, I took total control. Even though this isn’t something I want to do every time we have sex, I loved every second of it, and it was incredibly liberating.

I also said some things I never ever thought would come out of my mouth. I should be a little ashamed, but Smith seemed to love every second of it.

With him at my mercy, there was nothing weighing me down, and to be honest, that was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. There was just something about stepping outside the box and daring to be a little naughty that was thrilling.

I ride the elevator downstairs, and the doors open into the hotel lobby, where I find Smith sitting on one of the lavish leather couches, waiting for me. As if sensing my presence, he lifts his head up from his phone, and his face lights up in a knowing grin.

“Hey, babe,” he says, standing and pulling me against him. “You texted that you needed a ride home?”

“I did, yes,” I say, trying my best to keep a straight face.

We’ve both done so well, not breaking character, but right now, it’s hard not to giggle about this entire encounter.

I wouldn’t want to pretend to be strangers every single time, but I’m definitely interested in doing this again sometime. Something tells me Smith is too.

“Well then, let’s go home.” He keeps one arm slung around me, leaning sideways to kiss the top of my head. “There’s a big, furry guy waiting to see you.”

“Stormy boy.” I smile. “Yeah, he’s probably wondering where we are.”

Months ago, I never would have thought a night like this was in the cards for me. I almost lost all control and felt like a passenger in my own life. With Smith, he’s given me back my control.

He’s given me back myself.