I’d been around the block.
If it was a really small block, with not that many houses.
Still—I knew enough.
And what I knew was that Trey Turner was a pure and utter sex god.
I’d never been one to have multiple—orgasms.
If a guy could get one out of me, it was a straight up miracle.
And not one that happened all that frequently.
Trey Turner had a—way.
He had the moves.
And boy, oh boy, did he have the skills to get me—there—time, after time, after time.
At first, I’d felt self-conscious—because, holy cow—he was somehow able to get me off.
Like a lot.
Like a lot a lot.
Nothing like that had ever happened to me.
I mean, don’t get me wrong.
Trey had a good time as well.
Several times.
But, he always made sure I was more than looked after first.
Which, I had to admit, was also a first for me.
Guys were typically out for themselves.
Or, at least the few I’d been with had been.
But, I’d never slept with a sex god before. So, maybe they were different.
“Trey, you’re going to make me—” I started saying before he cut me off.
“I know,” he said, sounding equally as breathless as I was. “Just one more time. For me. I love to watch you.”
His lips, and teeth nibbled down my neck while his finger became more insistent.
Gosh, he was totally, absolutely trying to get me off.
In the back of our cab.
He was moving me dangerously close to the point of no return.
Wetness pooled between my legs, and when I felt that fantastic tingling sensation begin—I knew it was inevitable.
I was coming.