Jeremy. Such a beautiful name. And right now my ass was full of this beautiful man’s cock.

Such sweet fullness. Yes, it had hurt going in, but right now, I felt as close as I possibly could to this man—this man I had fallen in love with. This was a gift I could only give once. I’d squandered my original virginity on some stupid high school guy.

Now I had squandered my anal virginity to a rock star who would never love me.

But I loved him. Right now, that was all that mattered to me, as I relished the feeling of his hardness inside my most private place.

And though there could never be anything between us, he had given me a gift I’d always cherish. He’d given me his name.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, Jeremy. I’m sure.”

He pulled out and thrust back into my ass.

Such a different sensation. Foreign and forbidden. And oh, so good.

Tears welled up in my eyes—tears of joy laced with sadness. I was so happy to be sharing this part of me with a man I loved. I tried not to think of the fact that I would never have this again. As he continued to thrust in and out of my ass, the feeling of fullness morphed from exquisite pain to exquisite pleasure.

I fumbled underneath me, finding my clit. My pussy juices had dripped down, and my clit was slick. I began rubbing it ferociously, willing the orgasm that was rocking toward the precipice to gush forward.

“God, Jeremy!” I screamed against the pillow as my climax fractured me into a million pieces.

“Damn, Heather. I can’t…hold…on— Ah!”

He plunged so deeply into me, I swore we became one being for a moment.

He fell on top of me, the sweat from his chest sticky against my back.

“God, baby,” he whispered against my ear. “That was fucking spectacular.”

Yes, it had been. For me, at least. Jett had no doubt experienced the rapture of anal sex many times before with many women. He’d probably been up Janet’s ass, up Lindy’s ass. Up myriad asses of myriad women.

Don’t think that now, Heather. Just revel in what you experienced for the first time. Let yourself enjoy it.

“Yes,” I replied. “It was.”

Jett rolled over and lay on his back. I turned on my side to regard him. His hair was plastered against his neck and shoulders. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. His lips red and swollen from all our kissing.

I crawled into his arms without thinking.

He wrapped me close to him, kissing me on my forehead.

I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I just savored the feeling of our sated bodies and minds together in our afterglow.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I opened my eyes to find myself in Jett’s bed, but he was gone. The night sky shone through his window. Though the door to his bathroom was closed, I could hear the soft whoosh of the shower. I wanted to get up and join him, but I wasn’t sure if that would be too presumptuous.

Of course, his cock had just been in my ass.

I sat up, ready to leave the bed and join him, when the water stopped. A minute later, he emerged from the bathroom, a black towel around his waist. He rubbed the wetness out of his long hair with another one.

“Hey,” he said. “You’re up.”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, my nerves skittering. “I should really be going.”

“Are you kidding? I just showered so we could start again.”

So we could start again? Of course he had to wash up. I was well aware of the personal hygiene required with anal sex. But why hadn’t he asked me to join him?

He finished squeezing moisture out of his hair and threw the used towel into a hamper. “First, we should do some carbo-loading. I’ll go down to the kitchen. My cook is off today, but she always leaves some awesome leftovers for me.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but my stomach growled. I hoped he hadn’t heard it. It was the first indication I had that I was actually hungry. I hadn’t eaten much of the dinner with Alicia Hopkins for obvious reasons.

He walked out of the room, still wearing nothing but a towel.

I was sweaty and messy. I had no idea how long he would be gone, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to step into the shower for a few minutes just to rinse off. I got up and walked into his decadent bathroom.

The warm water from all those showerheads felt like drops of nectar on my sweaty body. I shampooed my hair quickly and ran a soapy cloth over the essentials. But when I reached to turn off the faucet, a warm hand stopped me.

“Finished already?” Jett said.

“Yeah. What are you doing back in here? You already had a shower.”

“I didn’t have a shower with a beautiful woman, though.”

I smiled shakily. “You could’ve woken me up.”

“Believe me, baby, I thought about it. But you looked so angelic, with your hair fanned out on my pillow, your lips so red and perfect, that cute little snore—”

“Hey! I don’t snore.”

He laughed. “Of course you don’t. Anyway, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

My heart surged. So he had wanted to shower with me.

Now was my chance. I would have loved to wash his hair, but he’d already done that. Instead, I slid against his body and wrapped my arms around him. We stood there, letting the hot water pelt us, just holding each other. The pressure of his lips on my head made my heart lurch once more. He’d kissed my forehead after we’d had sex, and now he kissed the top of my head. It wasn’t a sexual kiss. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was a kiss of love.

His cock hardened and pushed into my belly.

Not a kiss of love after all. Just lust on his part.

Nothing I didn’t already know. I had to be okay with that. At least I’d been with him alone. I had come with Janet just for the chance to be with him once more, and I had gotten a lot more than I bargained for. For that, I was grateful.

Without saying a word, Jett lifted me in his strong arms and set me down upon his erection. Our bodies were wet and slick, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to stabilize myself as he pulled me on and off his cock.

My nipples hardened into tight knobs rubbing against his hard chest. They hadn’t had any attention today other than from Janet. As great as her lips had felt, it had been purely physical pleasure. No emotions involved. With Jett, so many emotions hurtled through me—emotions that I had to be ready to say goodbye to when I eventually left his house today.

But I didn’t have to say goodbye just yet. I grasped a handful of his wet hair and pulled, bringing his lips to mine. We kissed with a ferocity I had never known. All lips, teeth, and tongue—as ravenous as the way he was fucking me. As I slid against his slick body, my clit rubbed against his pubic hair, and soon I was tumbling into another vast climax.

I sobbed into him, still kissing him, my tongue probing every part of his mouth—his gumline, the inside of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth.

He set me down on his cock so forcefully I thought I might break in half, and I flowed straight into another orgasm. I felt every contraction as he spurted into me.

He continued to hold me as I broke the kiss and panted against his neck.

I choked back a tiny sob. No need to get emotional. We were still going to eat something together, and then maybe we would go back to his bed.

I would see to it that we did. If this was the only night I would have with Jett, I’d milk it for all it was worth.