Chapter 19
Nineteen
Can I get a fucking ETA on “this shall pass?”
—Sage’s secret thoughts
Sage
My entire body was on fire.
It felt like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket.
Fingers and toes tingling, I stared at the man who had always had a way of stealing my control.
Now, we were here in his room in the middle of a club party, and I was thinking about doing naughty things to him.
The man that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t hurt any more than I already had.
“Gentry, are you sure?” I asked quietly.
His fingers dug into my hips before he said, “If you’re having to ask, I’m not doing it right.”
I bit my lip as he stood up and forced me back to my feet.
I took a hasty step back when he pushed for distance, fully expecting him to say it was all a mistake.
But then he was ripping his shirt off over his head, and I was face to chest with my name.
Or, more importantly, my nickname.
“Gentry,” I breathed, lifting my hand and running my fingers over the script.
Black ink curled around two names on his chest. Herb and Dean.
My breath hitched and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “I like my name is on your chest.”
“Look at you reading and everything,” he growled as he kicked off his boots.
I heard more than saw them sail across the wall and hit the door with a muted thump.
His socks and jeans were next.
That’s when I realized that Gentry wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My mouth went dry as his cock sprang free of the denim confines.
Angry and raw, his cock was a pulsing mass of thickness, veins, muscle and…
“Oh my god.” My mouth fell open. “You have a penis piercing!”
He snorted. “I do.”
“Did you get that in prison?” I found myself asking.
“No,” he choked. “I got it before prison. Even before I was a Ranger. When I was a stupid eighteen-year-old kid trying to impress a girl, I did it without thinking. It was awful. Instead of impressing her, it scared her. Then I ended up not having sex for two and a half years after.”
“Did you get to keep it in boot camp?”
“They generally don’t go looking for dick piercings,” he said, fisting his cock and bringing my attention once again to that barbell through the head of his cock. “And before you ask, I didn’t get to have it in prison. I just recently got to put one back in.”
“Why not leave it out?”
He shrugged as he fisted his cock, giving it a solid tug before dropping it.
His shaft, fully engorged, drooped.
It was so heavy that it couldn’t stick out straight.
Sweet Mary mother-of-pearl.
His balls were two heavy, dangling bits beneath his cock, so thick and full and…
“You’re staring at my cock like it’s from another planet,” he mused.
I was.
Because it was.
At least, it was nothing that I’d ever seen before.
“I’m just thinking that you have a large penis, and then a barbell through your large penis head, and I was nervous before, but now I’m really nervous. And maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anyway…”
He shut me up by slamming his mouth down on my own.
His skin was hot and smooth.
The hair on his chest tickled my nipples, and it took everything I had not to rub them back and forth for the friction.
His hand slid down from the crown of my head to my collarbone, then slid back up until his hand rested comfortably against my throat.
He pushed up farther, using his thumb along my jaw to guide my head back.
“Hush.”
Then he kissed me.
I moaned into his open mouth, my tongue darting out to run against his.
His hands moved, leaving my neck and circling my waist.
I hadn’t realized that I was unintentionally putting space between us—a lot of space because his cock was large and in charge and I didn’t want to accidentally touch it—until he forced me closer.
His hard, hot, massive cock pressed against my belly and my breath hitched.
“It’ll be okay, Herb,” he teased as he started walking backward, his hands still on my hips.
He went back to his earlier position, pulling me back into his lap.
The only difference from earlier was now we were both nude and his cock was right there.
I broke the kiss, breathless, and looked down.
His cock looked obscene from where it was pressed between our two bodies.
The large shaft was splitting the seam of my sex, already coated in my juices as well as leaking precum.
A large, milky dot of it was leaking out of the tip, coating the barbell with it.
I bit my lip and gave my hips a slight buck, pushing the tip of my clit against his hardness.
He hummed, dipping his head and catching the tip of my nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I breathed as my hands went to either side of his head. “What are you…”
“Sensitive,” he mused as he switched to the other nipple. “Noted.”
I closed my eyes and let him do with me what he would.
I was his willing participant.
“There,” he teased a long time later.
I opened my eyes to find him looking at me with kiss-swollen lips, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“What?”
He pulled me down in answer, filling me in one swift thrust.
My mouth fell open as I stared at him in shock.
“Condom,” I breathed through breathless pants.
His eyes gleamed. “Wearing one.”
I twisted my hips, trying to adjust to his size.
It was damn near impossible.
The man was hung.
But…
“I hate to break it to you,” I breathed. “But I can’t feel your piercing at all.”
His lips twitched. “I’ve heard that’s the case sometimes.”
I hummed as I twisted my hips, digging my knees into the bed on either side of his hips for better leverage.
“Kind of disappointing,” I teased. “I fully expected this to…”
He ground up, and my mouth fell open.
Okay, I definitely felt something there.
“What on Ear…”
He ground me against him again and I forgot how to speak.
“Okay, maybe I can feel it,” I wheezed as I canted my own hips to get the most out of what he was doing to me.
He chuckled against my throat, his tongue sneaking out to run along my skin.
I lost myself in him, rocking my hips and pretty much letting the feeling guide me.
My teeth clamped down on his trap, and his hips jerked in response.
I gasped at the depth.
“Sorry,” he soothed me. “You caught me by surprise. I’m going shallow as I can.”
I hadn’t realized until right then that he was forcing me to go a certain depth only.
Not giving me all of him.
I pushed down and his hands on my hips stopped me.
“Careful,” he warned.
I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Let me have all of you.”
He shook his head. “We’ll get there.”
We would.
Right then and there.
I wasn’t a quitter.
My fingers went to his hair and I yanked his head backward, exposing his throat.
Not ready for the move, he allowed it to happen and I momentarily distracted him by closing my teeth down on his throat and sucking. Hard.
He cursed, one of his hands coming to my hair to pull me off of him.
When he did, I took his distraction to my advantage and slammed myself down on him.
I was…full.
There was no other way to describe the feeling of having his entire cock in my pussy.
Full, and unable to get fuller.
I had all of him, and I was unsure what to do.
It was a weird feeling.
One that I’d never experienced before.
It wasn’t a good thing or a bad.
But I had a feeling that it could go either way.
“Shit,” Gentry said. “Still. Still.”
I hadn’t realized that I was writhing down on his cock until he caught me by the hips and forced me to freeze.
My pussy kept trying to spasm, failing to make room for him inside of me.
“Relax,” he soothed. “You have all of me now.”
I did.
And now I realized why he’d wanted me to wait.
Because I felt like I was being split in two.
I found that I liked it, though.
I liked being filled by Gentry.
My pussy was clenching and unclenching, ready for more.
But it had no clue what it was asking for.
“I…” I trailed off when he thumbed my clit.
My hips jerked at the small touch.
Barely there but…
Enough.
Enough to make me loosen up slightly.
He spread my own wetness around my clit in circles, slow and steady, forcing my mind to think of pleasurable things instead of how full I was.
“There, baby,” he said against my cheek, his breath fanning my ear. “Feel how loose you’re getting. Move those hips a little.”
I moved them.
A little.
I groaned at the feel of him so deep inside of me.
He continued to work my clit, slow and steady, until I was moving on my own.
I fucked him slowly at first, lifting my hips and bringing them back down again. But that lasted until I wanted more. Needed more.
My hips moved faster.
Then his free hand was moving, bringing my nipple up to his waiting lips.
My eyes closed and I continued to move, focusing solely on my own pleasure.
“There it is,” he said. “I can feel your pussy tightening around me. I want your pussy clenching down on me. Come.”
I wasn’t usually one to follow directions so well, but apparently I’d do just about anything for Gentry.
Even come on command.
“Oh, god,” I cried out. “Gentry…”
His finger at my clit sped up.
His cock pushed impossibly further.
“There it is,” he said, biting down lightly on my nipple.
I detonated.
There were no other words for what I’d done.
Tiny starbursts of lights danced behind my closed eyes.
My pussy clenched. My head went back. My neck strained. My chest heaved.
And then I realized that he wasn’t fucking me back.
He was letting me fuck him.
When my orgasm finally let me go, he said, “Hold on.”
Then I learned what it was like to be fucked.
Gentry threw me to my back as if I weighed nothing, then taught me the meaning.
He thrust into me hard, pulling back only far enough that he could slam back inside.
Over and over again, he slammed himself home inside of me.
Our skin slapped together. Our breathing was loud. My cries were louder.
Literally, I sounded like a wild animal as he rode me to yet another orgasm.
By the time he was coming himself, I lay limply on the bed like a starfish.
“You okay, Herb?”
My breathing was ragged, and I was staring at the ceiling of his room in the clubhouse, wondering if I would ever be okay again.
I didn’t think so.
By the time we made it back outside, I was in leggings, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and one of Gentry’s sweatshirts.
I was glad it was so long.