Chapter 6

Gigi

“Tell me why you want to know,” I counter.

“Just curious,” he lies.

I can see it in the erratic change in his pupils, but the tapping of his foot and barely noticeable tremble in his hands are enough to give him away.

“You want to know all about me?”

“Just making conversation.” Another lie.

“How about,” I begin but throw my last fry in my mouth before standing, “I give you all the sordid details of my life back in New Mexico after.”

I reach for his hand.

“After?”

I nod and scoop his free hand up. The last couple of bites of his burger hit the paper wrapper, but he stands when I tug on him.

“After we’re basking in the afterglow of fucking, of course.”

He stops suddenly and our hands separate. “Not gonna happen, Gigi.”

The nervousness in his voice confuses me. Less than twenty minutes ago, he got hard instantly when I responded to him with ‘yes, Sir.’ Now he’s shying away from a romp between the sheets? I question his mental health as I turn to look at him.

“You want information?” He nods so fast it makes me grin. “You have to work for it.”

A devilish glint appears in his eye, and I know that I have him. He’s so turned on around me, I knew the battle would be a short one.

There is something different about him. Has been since he ripped me off the stage yesterday. It’s almost as if he’s a changed man from the aggressive one who fucked me against the rough brick outside of the club two nights ago.

“Strip,” he commands before I can sit on the bed.

I’m only in a bikini top and thong, but I love that he wants me completely naked.

“You don’t have any dollar bills,” I tease.

“Strip because you want to, Gigi. Not because you’re getting paid.”

“There’s no music,” I pout.

“You don’t have to make a show of it, woman. Just get naked. I have plenty of thoughts of you dancing and taking your clothes off burned into my brain.”

My top comes off first. I toss it to him, hoping it lands on top of his head, but he snatches it out of the air and drops it to the ground. I go slower with the thong, ignoring the wetness that cools when the air of the room rushes over my exposed skin.

“Your turn,” I suggest. “I’d love you to do it to music.”

He growls when I wink at him. Why does that sound so hot?

“Not gonna happen. Not today or ever.”

“Too bad,” I whisper. Another smart-assed remark is on my tongue, but I’m rendered mute when he pulls his shirt off. I saw his back last night when he went to take a shower and saw most of his front this morning as he slept in bed, but those memories provide no justice for the sight in front of me right now.

“Wow.” My lips smack together as if he’s a gourmet feast. “You must work out a lot.”

“Occasionally,” he mutters as his fingers work open his belt and then lowers his zipper

I stare in awe, waiting for the reveal. I only got a quick glance at him last night before he chickened out and left the room.

“Oh,” I pant when his dick flexes up, and not only a single piercing but a row of barbells is revealed. “That had to have hurt.”

He kicks off his cowboy boots and shakes his jeans free of his legs. No underwear, exactly what I’d expect from a guy like him. A grunt fills the room when his hand reaches and strokes down his erection.

“It wasn’t the most comfortable situation. Every one after the first sucks because you know what you’re facing then.”

I can’t take my eyes off of his working hand, and swallowing doesn’t dislodge the lump in my throat.

“So why get so many?” I’m stalling, and when he chuckles, I know that he knows it too.

How in all things holy did that fit inside of me the other night? It’s very possible that the blood from our union was from damage rather than just losing my virginity.

“Getting shot hurts more.” He says it with a nonchalance that makes my eyes snap up to his.

It’s something my dad or one of his men would say, as if getting shot or stabbed is just another day on the job.

He gives me a small grin before walking toward me. His hand never stops handling his shaft. “Get out of your head, Gigi. This is supposed to be fun.”

“It’s bigger than I remember.” I take a step further away from him.

“And when I bend you over the bed and fuck you from behind those barbells are going to feel incredible.” He leans in and licks at my ear before speaking again. “And that ring at the top is going to send you over the edge more times than you can count.”

Harsh breaths rush past my lips, and I’ll be damned if his promises don’t ease my nerves and make me want to just turn around for him.

I reach for him, but with practiced ease, he takes a step back so I can’t touch him. Please tell me he’s not one of those weirdos that doesn’t want a woman’s hands on him.

“Condom,” he mutters with an agitation that doesn’t fit the current mood.

I almost call him out on it, but he’s bending at the waist and reaching into the back pocket of his jeans.

Holy. Glorious. Ass.

“Your ass is amazing,” I observe.

He’s smiling when he turns back around, the wrapper to the condom already at his mouth and tearing open.

“That makes two of us I guess.”

I smile. He clearly works out. My body is from pole workouts and practice. I burn so much energy at work that other than perfecting a routine, I hardly ever go to the gym.

“It doesn’t look any older than twenty-five, twenty-seven tops.”

His eyes narrow but there’s a playfulness to the glare he’s giving me right now.

“Definitely doesn’t look like a forty-year-old ass.”

He charges, all aggressive and asserting his power, but I don’t miss the arm around my back or the other catching our combined weight as we hit the mattress.

Mouth close to mine, he looks down at me. His eyes jump between mine, taking me in as if he’s trying to read social clues I’m not even trying to hide. God, I love the weight of his body on mine. The heat of his dick on my inner thigh. The clean, masculine scent of his skin. I’m consumed by him.

“Thirty. Four,” he hisses.

“Thirty-four,” I repeat.

“My cock is thirty-four also,” he says with a roll of his hips.

I moan and grind against him.

“Do you have a problem with me fucking you with my old cock?”

“No.” I whimper when, with expert precision, he presses the head of his cock against my throbbing clit.

“Good. Now, I’d love nothing more than slam inside of your tight cunt and ride you hard all night, but that wouldn’t be very good for you.”

“Fuck me hard,” I beg. “I can handle it.”

“I’m going to fuck you all night long, Gigi. We can do hard some other time.”

I nod. All of it sounds amazing. Hard. Soft. In the bed. Against the wall. Missionary. Twisted into a pretzel. Sign me up for everything and summer school to boot.

“Are you ready for me?”

How do I tell him I’ve been wet since I spotted him in the crowd back at the club?

“So ready,” I say instead.

With an expert shift of his hips, his cock and the attached barbells leave my clit and rest right against my entrance. Without conscious thought, I tense.

“You have to relax, or I’m going to hurt you more than I want to.”

The thought of a little pain with my pleasure brings a riot of emotions to my head, but he begins short strokes. Only a tiny dip inside before he backs away and moves in just a hair deeper each time.

“You’re so good at this,” I praise as he teases me open.

“Lots of practice,” he grunts with an even deeper jab.

“Nice,” I mutter.

Here he is thirty-four and fucking a girl who’s only done this once before. I should be proud that he’s being gentle and taking my inexperience into consideration. I know a man my own age wouldn’t be bothered with easing in and making sure I’m comfortable, but the thought of him with other women makes my skin crawl.

It’s the pheromones.

“What?” His hips stop assisting his intrusion, and he stares down at me.

I shake my head, realizing I said that out loud. “Nothing.”

I moan so loudly I wonder if the neighbors hear when he shifts again.

“Are you jealous?” He continues to move in and out of me, and the sensation is making me lose my mind. Holding any train of thought is impossible at this point.

“No.”

“I was jealous. More like pissed each time I saw you dancing for another man earlier. It has to be the pheromones because there’s no other explanation.”

He drives forward, deeper than he ever got in the alleyway.

“Fuck you feel good.”

His praise washes over me leaving goosebumps behind.

“Am I hurting you?”

Speech is not a skill I’m capable of right now, so I shake my head. At least, I think I shake my head because in the next second my back is arching up and I’m speaking in Tongues.

“That’s it. Fuck, take it all.” He repositions, and when I realize he’s looking down where we’re joined, I swear I nearly come. “You like that reverse prince? Best piercing of them all.”

He’s got so much metal in his dick I have no idea which one he’s talking about, but they feel amazing.

He rolls and grinds, and I have no idea how sex with him can hurt and feel like the best thing in the world at the same time. He’s an expert. Sex is a skill he’s mastered beyond anything I could’ve imagined.

“Don’t tighten up, Gigi, or you’ll end this too soon.”

“I-I ca-can’t help it,” I stutter as my core clamps down on him. The orgasm catches us both by surprise. Hissing, he pulls out, and before the haze can clear, I feel his hot breath on my pussy. His hot tongue hits me next. The sensations are too much, more than I’m capable of handling. With hands flat on the mattress I try to push away from him, but he doesn’t allow it.

“It’s too much.”

He chuckles. “As it should be.”

“Why are you down there? Did you come?”

“I just need a minute.”

Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “Who’s the inexperienced one here?”

“It’s your tight-as-fuck pussy that’s the problem.” He nips at my inner thigh, and just like that, I’m ready for more.

“It’s been a minute,” I complain rolling my hips, pussy right in his face. “Make me come again.”

“Jesus, you’re perfect.” He crawls up my body, nipping and sucking at my exposed flesh. I imagine it’s only to give him more time to settle, but eventually, he makes it back up. We’re once again face to face, and when he enters me this time, he doesn’t take the same care he did earlier.

He thrusts in one long drive. I whimper, loving both the pain and the pleasure. When he makes me come the second time, he follows me right over the edge, using the growl that makes me tingle all over.

I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I open my eyes. I’m turned on my side, and he’s sliding into me from behind.

I clutch his forearm that’s resting against my stomach and lift my leg allowing him to plunge deeper.

“So good,” I pant.

“It’s the barbells this time,” he reminds me.

I shake my head as he pulls out to the tip and shoves back inside. “Your cock would feel amazing without all the metal.”

“I can’t wait for you to suck it,” he hisses growing close to release.

“I can’t wait,” I promise just as his fingers reach down and work my clit.

We come together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s still inside of me, arm still wrapped around me when I fall asleep again.