Page 7 of Lovetown, USA

Trey

She’s giving me the eye.

“Thank you for walking me inside,” she says, her eyes slightly glassy as they stare up at me. “Although, you didn’t get me to my room safely.”

A smile creeps across my lips.

“I’m just saying.” She steps a little closer, and my pulse kicks up. “There’s no telling what could befall me in the elevator. We all saw what happened to Jay Z.”

“What?” I burst out laughing. “Lane—“

“Finish the job,” she demands. “You’ll be so mad at yourself if something happens to me.”

I breathe in deep. “You know if I come up to your room, I might happen to you.”

Her chest rises as she inhales deeply. “Is that a no?”

“Nah. Let’s go.”

My eyes are on her ass as we make our way to the elevator. Her dress sways with every step. Black cotton, soft curves, long legs…my heart is thumping. My blood is rushing. I’m imagining all the things I’m gonna do until I get an ice cold splash of water all over my face.

She stumbles.

I reach out to keep her upright, nodding when she thanks me, but all I can think is fuck , she’s not sober. And that’s a no go.

Nonetheless, I get her to room 238. She opens the door and pulls me inside, but I stop, lingering at the door.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brow raised, her voice expectant.

“You almost fell over.”

She shrugs. “I’m clumsy.”

“You’re drunk.”

She rolls her eyes. “Again with this shit?”

“Yeah. I’m not coming in if you can’t consent.”

“I’m consenting right now, Trey, damn . You act like the fucking hall monitor.”

I study her closely. She looks fine right now, but I’m still not convinced.

She crosses her arms, glaring as she says, “I’ll prove it.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What, you want me to give you a sobriety test? I look like a cop to you?”

She shrugs. “You have big cop energy. All that concern and control.”

That makes me laugh in spite of myself. “Okay, then. Let’s do it. Walk in a straight line.”

She puts the first foot forward.

“Hold up.” I move away from the door and settle on the chair at the desk. “Alright, go.”

She spreads her arms wide like she’s about to do ballet, wobbling just a bit as she gets balanced.

“You’re not really selling this shit, Lane.”

She rolls her eyes at me, then takes a slow, exaggerated walk across the room, heel to toe, perfectly straight.

I fold my arms and nod. “Not bad.”

She turns back to me, lifting her chin. “What next, Officer?”

“Touch your nose. With both index fingers. At the same time.”

She rolls her eyes, muttering, “Never had to work this hard for dick before.”

I snicker, watching as she touches her nose easily.

“See that?” she says. “Now what?”

“Touch your toes.”

She places her hand over her heart. “You didn’t even buy me dinner first.”

I huff out a laugh as she bends over and taps her toes with the tips of her fingernails. Not exactly what I asked, but I’ll allow it. She doesn’t wobble at all.

She straightens and looks at me, breathing a little heavier, a playful smile on her face.

“You good?” I ask, watching her closely.

“I’m fine.”

“I know you fine , but are you good?”

She walks toward me, sliding onto my lap like she’s been there before. All it takes is her thigh brushing my crotch, and I’m hard. No chance of me hiding it.

Her arm curls around my neck, fingers teasing the skin at my nape. “I was a little tipsy when I left bingo,” she admits softly, “but I’m perfectly fine now. I promise.”

I stare into her eyes. They’re dark and unflinching, glittering with resolve. The sweet, feminine smell of her perfume hits me.

“Do you believe me?”

I swallow. “I want to.”

“What else do I need to do to convince you?”

Her eyes drop to my mouth, and before I can answer, she dips her head and kisses me with the warmest, softest lips. The kiss is slow at first, tentative. Almost like a question. Then my hands move to her waist, the kiss deepens until it’s urgent, and the question’s been answered.

Our mouths open at the same time. Our tongues meet, then swirl. My dick gets even harder. It’s strange how this feels so good and so normal. We’re basically strangers, but we’re kissing like we mean that shit.

Then she pulls away, leaving me empty. “Did that convince you?”

I don’t answer.

Instead, I slide my hand into her hair, tugging gently until her head tilts back, baring her throat.

I drag my nose across her neck, then kiss it, slow, open-mouthed, and insistent.

I drag my lips across her skin, biting gently, sucking, teasing.

I take my time kissing my way up to her ear before I suck her lobe into my mouth.

She sighs, squirming in my lap, her hip brushing the brick in my jeans.

I’m convinced.

I stand, lifting her with me like she weighs nothing, carrying her over to the bed, laying her down gently. She goes for the tie on her dress while I go for my wallet.

She’s watching my every move, staring hard as hell as I sheath myself. I like having her eyes on me. It’s like I can feel her gaze buzzing just beneath my skin, an electric current that’s making my blood rush and my head light.

“You keeping that on?” I say, gesturing toward the plastic ring on her finger.

She looks down at it like she forgot it was there. “I should. It’s a good reminder that love is a damn joke.”

She removes it and tosses it to the floor.

I have thoughts on that, like love is real , and don’t close yourself off to the possibilities , and you can’t say shit like that in this city , but she finally got her dress off, and my thoughts make a quick exit out of my brain while my eyes drink her in and my hand strokes my dick.

“Impressive,” she says as she unhooks her bra. “Bigger than I expected.”

“Thank you. I think.”

“I hope you know what to do with it.”

Her breasts tumble out, nice and full with chocolate brown nipples that make my mouth water. I’m impressed, too, but she doesn’t give me a chance to express it.

“I’m already wet, but I still want you to eat it.”

I burst out laughing as I make my way over to the bed. On my knees now, I grab her hips and pull her to the edge.

“I like your style,” I say. “And for the record, I was gonna eat it regardless.”

She leans back on her hands, staring down at me with hooded eyes. “You like doing it?”

“Of course.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her black lace panties. “I’m a grown ass man.” I slide them off. “Making a woman feel good is one of life’s greatest pleasures.”

She spreads her legs open for me, but my eyes stay trained on her pretty face. Just one last long look before I dive in.

My eyes drop to her perfectly smooth, glistening pussy.

One long inhale of her earthy, sweet scent makes me hard to the point of discomfort, but it’s a small price to pay.

The first swipe of my tongue makes her jump; the second makes her sigh.

When I give it a long, slow kiss and a gentle suck, her head drops back between her shoulders, her voice soft when she murmurs, “Oh, God. Yesssssss.”

Yes, indeed.

I’m good at many things.

I’m only stellar at a few.

Medicine.

Basketball.

And this right here.

I make quick work of Ms. Lane and her pretty pussy. That’s no surprise.

What catches me off guard is how aroused I get watching her cum.

Seeing her eyes roll back, her body jerking, her hands fisting the sheets as she moans desperately…

I can’t even lie. It’s so fucking sexy, I almost bust. I’m talking about being right at the cusp.

Fortunately for me, and for her, I regain control, but I have to focus on the wall behind her to do so. That’s never happened to me before.

Interesting.

I slide two fingers inside just to make sure she’s ready for me. After one last kiss, I move on top of her, slipping my tongue into her mouth as I ease inside her. She’s slick. Tight fit, too.

Being inside her feels as natural as breathing, which we do together. My forehead drops, kissing hers as I rock in and out of her.

Sex is sex. Animals, humans, it’s all biology, and I usually process it in a very clinical way. I’m a student of the human body, after all. But sometimes, very rarely, it’s so good, my brain shuts off, and this right here is one of those times. I’m not thinking at all. Just feeling.

Her pussy, wet and tight around me. Her nails digging into my back.

Her legs slowly lifting, then wrapping around my waist, locking me in, not that I was going anywhere.

I get lost in it, going deep, long-stroking her until I hear her yell my name.

I slow my pace, but I stay deep. I’m staring at her face when she cums again.

I follow right behind her, slamming into her for the last time, my jaw clenched tight, my eyes squeezed shut. There’s nothing like this in the world, nothing that feels this good. No peak this high.

The orgasm lasts long enough to satisfy me tonight, but not long enough to satiate me for the long haul.

I’ll need that again. Soon.

I roll off of her, gasping for air. She’s quiet beside me, but her body is still trembling.

“That was…” I trail off, lost for words for once.

“I know,” she breathes. “But for the record, this was just for fun.”

I turn my head, fixing my eyes on her face. “As opposed to…?”

“That four-letter word your city is so fixated on.”

I chuckle at that. “Sweetheart, you are in no danger of falling in love. I can assure you of that.”

Her eyes narrow. “You think you know me?”

“Do I need to? You’ve been hollering about how love ain’t shit since you got here.”

She shrugs. “At least I know you’re listening.”

“I am. I’m watching, too. Fine as you are, you don’t leave me much of a choice.”

She smiles, but I can tell she’s fighting it. “I guess I should return the compliment.”

“You don’t need to. I know what I’m working with.”

“Wow.” She shakes her head. “I forgot how cocky y’all are.”

“Y’all as in…?”

“Doctors.”

“I didn’t work my ass off for ten years just to come out not knowing I’m that nigga.”

She stares blankly for a minute before another smile breaks out. “You know what? I’ll allow it.”

“Oh, yeah?” I raise my hand and grip her chin. “I had that little pussy leaking . Had your sexy ass speaking a whole other language. You ain’t allowing shit, Lane. Don’t play with me.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond before I put my lips back where they belong. I kiss her hard and deep, sucking her tongue into my mouth so I can taste her again. Because one thing about me, I’ma always talk my shit and make my mark.

When I finally unhand her, she blows out a sigh, staring at me the way a lover might stare. But there’s no love here. Her choice.

“I’m gonna go,” I announce as I sit up. “Thank you for a nice evening.”

She rolls her eyes. I’m starting to see she likes doing that with me. “And I trust I don’t have to worry about you showing up to any more events policing my alcohol intake, right?”

I dispose of the condom in the bathroom and clean myself up. I return, still naked, and smile as her eyes go straight to my dick.

“No policing,” I say. “But if you’re drunk and alone, I can’t promise I won’t put my cape back on.”

She lifts a shoulder. “Have a good evening, Dr. Montgomery.”

I pick up my clothes, then drop them right back on the chair, my mind racing with one all-consuming thought.

“Let me get one for the road.”

Her grin makes my skin hot, and it lets me know we were thinking the same thing.

I climb onto the bed and burrow under the covers, settling between her open legs. With my fingers and tongue, I coax another orgasm out of her before I go.