What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 7)

by Lexi Buchanan

  Taking his hand, I lead him to my bedroom.

  Once inside, he embraces me, desperately gripping me to his chest as if afraid to let go. When he does let go, he lightly strokes my cheek before pulling me in for a kiss. Slowly, he pulls off my tank and then grazes his right thumb over my bra and across my erect nipple. How can such a simple touch wreak absolute havoc on my insides? I can’t stand it any longer. If I don’t have him soon, I’m going to die.

  I pull his shirt up and off his body, unfasten his jeans, and slip my hand in to feel him. His size is impressive, and I stroke him from base to tip, smooth skin over steel. He pulls my hand away and takes a few steps back.

  “I want to go slow.”

  My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel desire spread through my entire body. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly peels away his clothes, leaving him bare. He takes my breath away, and he is absolutely stunning. The muscles of his chest, his arms, and his stomach are all so well defined. He’s perfect from the pronounced v on his hips to the thin trail of dark brown hair that leads from his belly button to his obvious arousal.

  Jack moves closer and quietly undresses me. It is so erotic as he devours me with his eyes. Once I’m naked, he steps away to admire my body.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  I subconsciously move toward his body to touch his skin. The pull I feel in undeniable, like a tether holding my heart to his. He steps closer at the same time. It was only a few steps, but it may as well have been miles.

  Laying my hand on his chest, I can feel his heart pounding. Succumbing to the incessant urge to touch him, I run my hands over his chest, abdomen, and hips. Tracing his erection with my fingertips, he closes his eyes and moans, completely lost in my touch. I take his hand and lead him toward my bed.

  “I’ve dreamt of you…of kissing you…of tasting you,” he says, as he travels down my body, placing kisses in between his admissions. Stopping at my breast, he pulls a nipple between his lips and tugs gently, while his fingers begin stroking me below. His lips and touch, cause my back to arch and my hips to follow his rhythm. The ache below becomes agonizing.

  Pulling his hand away, he leaves me bereft.

  “Jack.”

  “Ssh, baby.” He grabs each of my ankles and pushes them up so my legs are bent at the knee and spread wide open. He runs his thumb up my sex very slowly, causing me to shudder.

  His head disappears between my legs, his lips teasing, touching everywhere but where I need them to be. Once they touch my most sensitive part, I become unhinged. As I bury my hands in his silky hair, he relentlessly tortures me, running his tongue through my folds and slipping his finger inside my entrance.

  “Please… don’t stop.”

  Jack complies expertly, causing sensations I’ve never felt before. He covers me with his mouth. I buck into him to quicken his pace. He sucks forcibly, while stroking relentlessly with his fingers inside of me. My legs begin to tremble as he brings me to an intense orgasm causing my whole body to jerk. Weeks of pent-up desire come to fruition through my release.

  It’s been so long since I felt these sensations. Fighting to catch my breath, my head is spinning from the pulses that continue to manipulate my body.

  Once I lay motionless, he states, “You taste better than I imagined.”

  He kisses his way back to my breast, pulling my nipple with his lips. I feel a throbbing ache in between my legs as if I didn’t just have a mind blowing orgasm seconds ago. Remembering my initial hungers, I grab his head and pull him up until he is looking at me.

  “I need you.”

  He bends to kiss me. I can taste myself on him as I greedily suck on his tongue, causing him to groan loudly.

  Suddenly he breaks our kiss. “Don’t move.” Climbing off the bed, he pulls his wallet out of his jeans and retrieves a condom. Watching him roll it on to his erection is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

  The minute he gets back on my bed he stretches over me, his length is positioned and teasing. I am one pulsing nerve ending. My entire body is aching for him.

  Linking our hands together, he slowly pushes himself into me, without breaking eye contact. I can feel every inch of him fill me, and I never want this to end.

  “Leila, you feel so good.” His words are raspy with raw emotion and give voice to my own thoughts.

  We move together, and it’s pure bliss. I clench around him, as he moves excruciatingly slow.

  “Jack…faster.” I tighten my legs around his waist.

  He flips us around so I am now straddling him. His hands are at my hips and he pulls me down so he can plunge in deeper. The sensation he is causing inside my body is mind blowing. He sits up and the shift causes me to gasp, as he presses against the perfect spot inside.

  Burying his hands in my hair, he pulls me down to kiss my mouth. I inhale him, taking him every way I can, taking control and moving myself over him even faster. My second orgasm quickly builds. He is right there with me as we climax together, our bodies trembling concurrently.

  “I’ve dreamt of this,” he admits, as I clutch him to my body.

  All I can do is nod to his admission. Words aren’t presenting themselves to me at the moment.

  We stare into each other’s eyes as we sit panting, nose to nose, still connected.

  “My God,” he says, kissing my face all over while I cling to him.

  Still unable to speak, I simply nod again. I want him inside of me forever. Now that I’ve been with Jack, I’ll never get enough.

  As we lie in bed holding each other, Jack plays with my hair. “You smell so good.”

  “Jack?”

  “Hmmmm?”

  I can’t bring myself to say what I want to. I chew on my lip and he turns my head to look into my eyes.

  “What?”

  “Um…have you ever had sex without a condom?”

  He smiles and understands why I’m so nervous. “No, I never did. Have you?”

  “Um, no, never. I’m on the pill,” I offer. He smiles the CCDS, making my heart skip a beat.

  “Leila, I trust you. Thanks for telling me because I hate condoms.” He kisses me, and I settle back on his chest.

  As he draws circle patterns on my back, I call his name again. “Jack?”

  Chuckling he says, “Yes?”

  “Aren’t the guys going to wonder where you are?”

  “For a second I thought you were going to ask me to go again,” he replies, with disappointment. “Hunter knows I’m with you.”

  “What?” I sit up unable to hide my shock.

  “What? Hunter won’t tell anyone. We can trust him.”

  “We can trust him with what?” I start to panic.

  He sits up and shrugs. “I told you, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I also wasn’t acting as myself. Hunter noticed and called me out on it. I confided in him. He thinks I should stay away from you, and he’s right…I should. But I can’t. He won’t tell the other guys how I …” He’s stops mid-sentence, then adds, “He won’t say anything.”

  “Jack, you don’t need me as a distraction right now.”

  “Leila, not being with you will be the distraction,” he says before kissing me. “Do you remember what you said to me last night?”

  “No, what?”

  He hesitates for a moment, and then runs his nose along the length of mine. “Forget I mentioned it.”

  “Jack, what did I say?”

  “Nothing.”

  “That’s mean.”

  “Still not telling.” He kisses my shoulder and makes his way toward my breast. “Now ask me to go again”

  He effectively helps me forget what I was just freaking out over.

  Jack and I have sex again and again before we both fall into an exhausted sleep. He is so attentive and I’ve never had better sex in my life. I woke a few times to feel his arms around me, and his body pressing up against my back. It feels like a dream having him here, with me.

  Of course I want to co
ntinue this. Of course I also feel this is a huge mistake.

  Waking first, I can’t help but stare at his beautiful face. He looks so peaceful and content. I can watch him for hours. I slip out of bed and slip his shirt over my head to go and make coffee.

  He wants to keep seeing each other. How will this work? If Jennifer or Dylan gets wind of this, or if this doesn’t work out between us, this could be a disaster.

  While I’m lost in thought, Jack comes into the kitchen completely naked. I blush and point to the windows. “Jack, I have neighbors.”

  “So? Oh good…coffee.” He grabs a mug and helps himself. “You’ll need to know I’m a coffee-aholic.”

  He laughs when he sees me gawking at him and brings me closer. “You like?”

  I shake my head. “You are so conceited.”

  Pushing one hand up under his t-shirt to touch my breast and putting the other on my bare ass, he whispers in my ear, “No I’m not. I just like that you like looking at me.”

  We start to kiss and once again it quickly builds. We can’t even kiss without wanting to screw each other’s brains out. How are we going to keep this discrete? I pull away to tell him my concerns.

  “I’m not going to lie, it’s going to be very hard,” he admits, kissing my shoulder. “But think of how good it will feel when we can be together,” he then kisses my neck. “In a bunk,” he kisses my chin. “Or backstage,” he kisses my cheek. “Or especially in a hotel room,” His lips find mine for a long, passionate kiss.

  That does sound nice.

  He pulls back and smiles wide. Running my fingertip through his dimple, I admit, “God, I love your smile.”

  “That reminds me. When we were leaving the bar, you said you loved my CCS something. What did you mean?”

  Oh crap. I really have to stay away from tequila.

  “Um…I don’t know?”

  I try to pull my hand away, but he grabs it quickly. “What did you call my smile?”

  “Damn it…I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud,” I admit very flustered. “CCDS is the acronym I use for your smile. Crotch Clenching Dimple Showing smile.” Shrugging, I add, “Dimples are one of my turn-ons.”

  “Fuck, that’s hot. Crotch clenching? Is that happening right now?”

  Still looking thoroughly embarrassed, I confess, “Yes, there is always clenching when I see your dimples.”

  “God, I wish I knew that sooner. I would have used it to my advantage.”

  “I may have been fired as your back-up singer if you knew.”

  “You would not have been fired. I would have definitely caved in to your charms sooner than I did, though.”

  I need to change the subject or I’ll end up having him for breakfast. “Um, do you want me to drive you home? You’ve been wearing the same clothes for two days.”

  “Are you trying to say I smell?” His arms are wrapped around me and he bends to nuzzle my neck. “Besides now you’re wearing my shirt, and it looks great on you.”

  He is driving me nuts. “No, you smell delicious and so does your shirt. I just thought you wanted to go home to change. I have brunch every Sunday with my dad, but I can cancel.”

  He shakes his head and points out, “I don’t want you canceling on your dad.”

  “What will you do while I’m out?”

  “I’ll wait for you here and hang out until you get back. Do you mind?”

  “I may be a few hours. If you are ok hanging here, then I’ll drive you home later.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll shower and sit here naked. I don’t want to dirty up my only set of clothes.” He starts to laugh at the look on my face. “Kidding.”

  Kidding, my ass. He is in my kitchen naked as we speak, and the fact that he is naked and aroused is extremely distracting. I rub up against him and we end up on my kitchen floor helping him out with his predicament.

  “He seems really nice. He called me sir,” my dad says in between bites. He’s been asking a ton of questions about Jack and I’m having a hard time deflecting them, and a hard time to keep from blushing.

  “He is, Dad.”

  “Anything going on between you two?”

  Oh crap…

  “Um, we just flirt a lot.”

  “From where I was standing, it looked like that boy is in love with you. Wouldn’t let anyone near you all night.”

  My dad’s admission has my heart stammering. I vaguely remember sitting at the bar, and Jack’s body shielding me. My dad probably just misinterpreted his possessiveness for something else. In either case, I’m not ready to talk about my relationship with Jack with my dad, or anyone.

  “You’re nuts. So, I can’t wait for you to see my new band in concert. They are really good.” I try to steer him in a different direction. It seems to work as he starts rambling on and on. He starts discussing the tour and my last show. He wants to see my first show with DL and I promised him I would get him tickets. He brings up Evan and how they had a nice chat at my party before he got plastered, and Barb and the fact she has a date for her surgery. It’s like the flood gates have opened and he’s trying to get it all out. He yaps and yaps, while I smile and nod.

  In the parking lot, I hug my dad very tightly. I only have a few more brunches before I leave. “Dad, what will you do on Sunday mornings while I’m gone?”

  “I was hoping I could convince Evan to take your place.”

  “Please, Dad, don’t push him. He’ll come around eventually when he’s ready.”

  “I know. You keep telling me that.”

  After kissing my dad goodbye, I drive back to my apartment lost in thought of replaying every intimate, fantastic detail of last night. By the time I park Bessie, I’m horny as fuck again.

  I unlock my door to find Jack sitting on my couch in only his Calvin Klein briefs watching a Mets game. It’s a site I can easily get used to. The visual I’ve tucked away of Jack wearing Calvin’s is nothing compared to him in the flesh wearing them. Hunter was dead on…he should be their model.

  I smile at him and voice my thoughts from earlier, “Kidding huh?”

  “What? I’m not naked.” He gets up and immediately comes over to pull me into his arms. “Missed you.” He bends, kissing me deeply. Jack is a very sexual person. He’s also very affectionate and I can get very used to this.

  I break our kiss, panting, “You’re killing me.” He is so freaking sexy I can’t stand it.

  “That’s my line,” he retorts. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Pulling me toward my bathroom, he strips me naked, without saying a word he then turns on the shower. He strips off his briefs and steps in holding his hand out for me.

  “You’re very presumptuous,” I tease.

  “Get used to it.” He immediately starts kissing, stroking, petting, and touching me. A minute later he has me up against the wall with my leg hooked over his shoulder and his face buried between my legs on the brink of a fantastic orgasm.

  Once my body stops shaking, he stands, watching me seductively.

  His hair is slicked back, and his eyes appear even grayer. Drops of water run down his sculpted cheekbones, perfect nose, and square chin.

  I run my hands over and down his chest, trailing my fingers along his happy trail toward his erection, before taking hold of him. Jack intently looks into my eyes the entire time my hands roam his body.

  I kiss his chest and slowly stroke his length. He buries his hands into my hair as I graze my way down until I am kneeling in front of him. I look up into his hooded eyes before bending to lick him from base to tip. His groan courses through me, heating my skin as if he were touching me with his own hands. I tease, but never fully take him into my mouth. I then run my tongue up the slit in slow motion. When I finally pull him into my mouth to devour every inch of him, he shudders.

  Hollowing my cheeks, I suck heartily while stroking his length with my hand. Losing myself in the process, he responds to my efforts by rocking his hips in rhythm to my movements. Releasing my hair, he leans forward an
d holds himself up with his hands on the wall behind me. His forehead is resting on his left bicep. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is shallow. It’s all so sexy.

  Giving him oral sex is a complete turn on. My own body pulses and quickly responds to his pleasure. Not long after, his muscles tighten and he stills when I feel his warm release at the back of my throat. It practically causes my own orgasm.

  Jack doesn’t move a muscle and instead remains in the same position, panting, and hands up against the wall. He slowly opens his eyes to look down at me. I love that he is completely undone. I stand and link my hands around his neck, pulling my body flush into his. He bends to kiss me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.

  He suddenly grabs my legs and lifts me until I am straddling him, my back against the cold tile wall.

  With one fast thrust, he buries himself inside me. It’s exactly what I need at the moment. I clutch his back and dig my heels into his butt while his hands grip my thighs, and he buries his face in my neck. His grunt puts me over the edge. Once I clench around him and call out his name, he thrusts one last time responding with a guttural moan.

  It was intense and hard and so good…so fucking good.

  I release my legs and lean on him for support, since they are unable to hold my weight.

  With one hand still around my waist, he shuts the water and then grabs a towel. He wraps it around me before reaching for his own. Then he climbs out of the tub, and carries me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

  As I am getting dressed for the second time today, I turn to see he is watching me. “You like?” I ask as I pull on my panties.

  “Very much,” he confesses. His look causes my whole body to ignite, but I need to drive him home, otherwise I’ll hold him prisoner forever.

  “We need to stop.”

  “Says who?”

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Death by orgasm?” He smiles wide and adds, “Sign me up.”

  Once Jack sees no one is home, he grabs my hand and yanks me into his apartment. “Hunter must be out.” He pulls out his phone and texts his friend. “Want to see my room?” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me roll my eyes. “What?”