Chapter 29
Jessie
This is the best idea I’ve ever had.
When I ordered the vibrating c-ring, I was worried it wouldn’t get here before he left. And then what? What am I supposed to do with a cock ring and no cock? Lucky for me, it’s here and so is Trey.
I feel bad his doctor doesn’t think he’s ready to ride, but selfishly, I’m glad he’s not leaving yet.
It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest all day until he came home and said he wasn’t leaving.
I know that makes me selfish, but I can’t help it.
I’ve gotten used to his presence and his company.
Having someone to come home to, eat dinner with, share inside jokes with .
. . it feels like I have my person. Like Kacey has Knox, and I like it. I like it so much it scares me.
Trey stops circling my clit right before I come, eliciting a grumble from me. He runs two fingers through my soaked center before bringing them up, putting them in his mouth, and sucking my wetness off his fingers.
Oh my gosh.
“Mm,” he hums. “So good.”
That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Why does that turn me on? Should it turn me on?
“Have you ever used toys?” he asks.
“Not with someone, ju–just m–my toys,” I stutter when he glides the tip of his erection along my slit, teasing me. I want him so much my pussy throbs with need. The sex between us is electric, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. “Have you?”
“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate to answer. “You’ll like this, I promise.” A flare of jealousy rises like a tide inside me, thinking of him with another woman, but I let it recede. Trey isn’t mine to possess.
“Play with your tits, I want to watch.” He slides on a condom. I do as he says, pushing them together before pinching them. Heat climbs up my neck. Playing with myself increases my desire as I watch him slide the ring on, his eyes watching my every move.
Hovering over me, he kisses me, and he doesn’t hold back—he never does.
He tastes like the mint gum he’s always chewing and me.
I can feel how badly Trey wants me in every kiss, and it makes me feel confident, desired, beautiful.
My hands wrap around his neck, holding him to me as I grind on him, searching for friction.
“I need you,” I whisper. When he finally pushes inside of me, my nails dig into his back. He feels so good.
He runs one callused hand down my leg. “You feel amazing,” he murmurs and kisses below my ear before setting a torturously slow rhythm.
He waits until I’m ready, writhing beneath him.
“I’m going to turn it on now, and you’re going to grip my cock so tight it’ll feel like heaven.
” His words cause me to clench around him in mere anticipation and he chuckles.
The bastard knows what his filthy mouth does to me.
What started as one of our fun, sexy times has quickly turned carnal and raw. He’s leaving—maybe not tomorrow, but he will leave—we both know it. We only have so much time left together, and I think that has us both bolder in our desires.
He pulls out, only an inch of him still in me as he reaches down, finding the button on the ring. I suck in a breath when it starts vibrating.
Holy shit.
“Oh my—” I gasp. “That feels so good.” I wrap my legs around him, pulling him to me.
He grins. “Wait until it hits your clit.” He teases me, stopping his thrusts just before it grazes my clit. “Deeper. Harder. Please,” I pant.
He kisses me before burying himself in me.
The ring hits my clit and my back arches off the bed as I cry out.
He groans. “Fuck, that feels good. Do you like our new toy?”
“Yesss,” I moan as he circles his hips, keeping the vibrator pressed to me. The feel of the vibration, of his thick length filling me, is flawless. I’m going to come.
Trey must sense it because he pulls back, thrusting into me twice before circling his hips again, sending me over the edge.
“Fuck, Jessie. Just like that, baby. Come for me,” he says as I fall over the edge, his name on my lips. He buries himself in me, letting me ride out my ecstasy.
I don’t get the chance to come down from my orgasm before Trey loops one arm under my knee, bending my leg up, he goes deeper, harder.
The stretch and lingering flutters from my last orgasm and the way he fills me brings me right back to the edge.
I can feel him climbing closer to his as he brings his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple before biting down. Moans and whimpers leave my mouth.
“Trey—”
While he’s deep inside me, c-ring hitting just the right spot, he grabs my left leg and moves it to his left side, I roll to my right as he lays down next to me.
Then he raises my left leg so the c-ring still stimulates my clit, before pushing further.
I cry out in pleasure. I didn’t know he could go so deep, and damn, it feels fucking amazing.
He rolls my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Before tilting my chin down, he says, “Look at us, Jessie. We were made for each other.”
I watch him pump in and out of me. Seeing my cum glistening on him has my orgasm rising. “Trey, come with me, I want you to come with me.”
“Not yet, baby.” He whispers before spreading my legs further and fucking me at furious pace, causing another orgasm to rip through me.
My eyes slam shut as my back arches and he grabs my hips, fucking me hard.
“Such a good girl. I’ll never get tired of seeing you come and feeling your perfect pussy flutter around me. ”
He flips us back over, his lips finding mine.
“Take off the condom,” I say against his mouth. “Come on me.”
He stills for a split second, absorbing my words before a low growl leaves his throat.
Hearing how I affect him, how I can make him lose control is like a drug. I crave it.
He’s close, his rhythm changes, and he grabs me at the base of my throat and shoulder, keeping me in place as he loses himself. “Where do you want it?” he rasps.
I push my tits together in response, earning another one of those sounds I love from him. He pulls out, rips the condom off and grips himself, pumping with his hand as his hot cum coats my tits.
It’s dirty, hot, and the best sex I’ve ever had.
“Skittles is too a legitimate safe word.”
I laugh. “A grown man should not be using Skittles as a safe word.”
“Okay, what do you suggest I use, then?”
“I don’t know, maybe wasabi, because things are getting a little too spicy.” I wink.
“That is so much worse.” He laughs. “How about we switch from food to animals. Like hyena, because I’m laughing now, but it’s mostly fear.”
I grip his face between my hands. “Trey Bennett, if you yell out hyena in bed, I will hide your Xbox for a month.”
He gasps before kissing me, and ten minutes later, he indeed does yell out hyena, starting the great Hawkins vs Bennett Xbox battle.
“You’re terrible at this,” Trey says as popcorn hits me in the face, again. He, of course, catches every piece in his mouth.
I punch him in the shoulder. “Sorry, we aren’t all professional athletes.”
“Like riding bulls has anything to do with catching popcorn,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes at me.
We’ve been in bed for hours, talking, snacking, and having more sex. These are some of my favorite moments with him—just him and me, utterly relaxed. I feel like I’m more myself in these few hours than ever before.
I see a different side of him in these times, almost like he knows he doesn’t have to act a certain way for the world to see. There is a lot more to Trey Bennett than I ever imagined, and I like every part I’ve uncovered yet.
I know I have to let him go soon, so I focus instead on soaking up every minute we get together.