Loving Me, Trusting You(35)

“You're a real piece of work, Mireya Sawyer,” he says, flicking his thumb up against my G-spot. I gasp and a flood of pleasure washes over me, pulling an orgasm from my lower belly, and sucking the breath from my lungs. For a split second, I can't think abut anything but Gaine and the weird feelings he draws from the empty well of my heart. And then I'm coming hard, biting my own tongue to keep from screaming. The muscles in my body clench tight as I shudder around him, wishing all the while that it was his cock, that he was being rendered motionless in my arms, taken down a notch from the simple act of fornication. As my lungs fill again with a much needed breath of steamy air, a cascade of liquid warms places low, dripping down his hand and joining the spray from the shower head. It feels like I'm takin' a piss, but there is no way in f*ck I would pee myself. The orgasm draws it from me without asking, drenching the bottom of the tub with my own juices. I try to play it off as nothing, but Gaine notices, slowing the rhythm of his hand and sitting up to look down at me.





“Baby, did you just ejaculate on me?” I ask, the corner of my lip twitching in amusement. Mireya puts her hand on my chest and shoves hard, but I'm not going anywhere, not this time. I slide my hand from her hot cunt and run my tongue down the warm liquid that's running down my wrist. It's not just water, that much I know for sure, and this ain't just the usual. Mireya Sawyer is a squirter. I try not to laugh. I'm not making fun of her, not in the least. This right here, this is pure ecstasy on my part.

“What the f*ck are you talking about?” she asks, scooting back and holding her arm across her breasts, covering next to nothin' except her nipples. Mireya's breasts are full and luscious, two beautiful bronze orbs glittering with moisture. Drops of water run between them and draw my eye down, down, down. “You can either wipe that smile off your face or piss off,” she says and then mutters something dirty in Spanish. Kinda glad I don't speak the language at the moment.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of,” I tell her, bending down and putting my hands on either side of her slick, moist body. I want to strip down and rub myself all over her, feel every inch of that soft, smooth flesh pressing against me. The differences between our bodies excites me, makes my cock so hard it hurts. I want to grab her hips and fill her, so that she's tight with me, joined with me in that moment in a way she's not with anybody else, and I never want to let her go. I want to hold and kiss and f*ck this woman until the end of time and then some. It'll never be enough. There will never come a time when I can just walk away from her without lookin' back. She thinks that, maybe, but it isn't true. “But I don't recall this ever happening before.” Mireya narrows her eyes at me and gives me a look that could kill.

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about,” she growls, and for a second there, I think she's pullin' my damn leg. But then I look closer and see that the red flush across her bronzed skin isn't just from the heat or the excitement. She's embarrassed. Mireya f*cking Sawyer is flat out flamin', cheeks rosy and red. “Get your ass back down here and f*ck me, you piece of shit. Or get out.”

“Mireya, listen to me,” I say as I press my body against hers, bringing my hand back to that molten spot between her thighs. “You've got a special talent there, that's all.” She tries to knee me in the groin, but I manage to grab her knees and push her legs apart. Well, I'm sure it's not all brute strength. She's letting me or I wouldn't be doing it. Mireya might've gotten a good ass kicking from Amy Cross, but she's tough. She can hold her own. “Not all women can come like that, you know?”

“Go to hell, Gaine,” she says and turns over, grabbing the edge of the bathtub and trying to haul herself to her feet. I grab her hips and pull her back against me, slamming her ass against my body, letting my cock shimmy between her cheeks. I manage to pull a breathy gasp from her lips before I angle myself to slide in, using her natural juices as lube. We don't need anything extra, just our bodies and a quiet moment in time.

“Mireya, you came. Some women can do it, and you're one of them. It's nothing to be ashamed of. To tell you the truth, it's kinda turning me on.” The muscles in my belly contract, begging to slam into her and watch the flesh on her plump ass shake with each thrust, but I hold back, teasing and caressing with the head of my cock. I move in just an inch and hold myself there, letting her stretch to accommodate me. She's so damn tight, I can barely take it. “Come all over my dick, and I'll give you a special treat.”

I grab her hips and hold on tight.





My logical mind wants to kick Gaine's ass, but pure, animalistic need is hard to fight. Like a horny *cat, I arch my back and try not to purr. That would be really f*cking hard to live down. Instead, I brace my hands against the shower wall and let out a growl as I push back and spear myself on Gaine's massive cock. He's not as long as Austin, but he doesn't disappoint. In fact, I think I like him better. He's the widest guy I've ever been width, almost thick enough to hurt, straddling that edge that I enjoy so much. I almost wish he'd spank my ass. Almost. Certain things are too much for my dignity to handle.

“I'll tell you what,” I whisper, feeling the rush of water against my spine like a massage. At this point, I know that Amy and Christy must guess that something is up, but I don't give a rat's ass. This is about me, proving to myself what I already know isn't true. Gaine is not just a friend with benefits. I wish he was, but he isn't. I try to imagine a girl like Amy sweeping in and taking him from me forever, drawing pet names from his lips and putting a goofy grin on his stupid ass face.