Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3)

by Michelle Day

  “How am I supposed to stay angry at you when you’ve done all this?” she asked.

  “I’m hoping you won’t,” he answered, he handed her a glass of champagne.

  “This is what you had planned all along isn’t it?”

  “Uhuh,” he nodded. “Strawberry?”

  She took a fruit from the offered bowl, she loved strawberries. “What’s the big fuss about strawberries and champagne?” she asked.

  “They make the champagne taste a little creamy,” he replied. “Put one in your glass, you’ll get the full effect,” he paused. “I didn’t know until today but strawberries are supposed to be a female aphrodisiac.”

  “Really?” she asked, hand on hip.

  “Yeah. I swear I didn’t know.”

  “Do you really think I need any help in that department? I only have to look at you to have my hormones leaping. I’m still trying to work out why that is.”

  “You have the same effect on me, but then you already know that and you are very good at using it against me.”

  “I want you little boy and I don’t do subtle.”

  “I worked that out for myself. I shouldn’t have waited so long but after the thing with Quinn I just figured you wouldn’t want me anywhere near you, I was wrong, I’m sorry.”

  Angel put her glass on the blanket box at the bottom of the bed. “You waited just long enough, this is perfect,” she pressed her lips to his, letting him take control of the kiss and the rest of the evening.

  Gavin broke the kiss, holding up one finger to tell her he’d be back in a minute; he walked away into the living room, closed the door and returning to the bedroom, firmly closed that door too. Angel was perched on the edge of the bed, pouring them both another glass of champagne, he sat beside her and resumed the kiss, gently pushing the dressing gown from her shoulder. He moved behind her, exposing her other shoulder and then she felt his warm hands ever so softly caressing her shoulders followed by his lips kissing each piece of skin his hands had touched. His hands went to her elbows and guided her back against him, her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her, his lips teasing her neck and earlobe.

  “Nervous?” he asked.

  Angel considered his question and took another sip of champagne before answering, “no.” She felt his chuckle rather than heard it.

  “I am,” he replied, she turned in his embrace, a question causing the creases on her brow.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t want to mess this up,” he eased away from her and beckoned as she turned completely towards him. “Lay on your front,” he told her, she thought this was strange, but did as he said, sighing when he continued to massage her, slowly and subtly edging her bathrobe from her body. Her skin tingled at each touch as he worked his way from her shoulders, kissing the top of her back, moving around to the side of her rib cage then up to the swell of her breast, softly nipping the silky exposed skin down the side. He was slowly but surely, sensitising each tiny piece of her skin as he moved down her body. She gasped when he nipped the flesh where her bottom met her thigh and again as he kissed the back of her knees, she had never considered her knees to be so sensitive.

  Completing his journey back up, he lay beside her, his hand never leaving her back and kissed her again, she turned onto her side, pushing her fingers into his hair as she kissed him back, fully aware that while she was totally naked, he was still fully clothed. His hand moved from her back to her breast and when he bent his head to the soft flesh, she slipped her hands from his hair to the front of his shirt, making short work of the buttons and pushing it from his shoulders, he removed the shirt, pressing his bare chest to hers, breathing in her scent, revelling in the feel of flesh against flesh.

  “You still have far too many clothes on,” she breathed her hands now on his jeans. “What the hell?” she had expected to encounter a zip, instead she found a button fly, very stiff buttons, opening them wasn’t helped by the fact that the flesh beneath them was solid and pushing against them.

  “Let me,” he dealt swiftly with his jeans but left his boxers on, for now.

  She hadn’t ever doubted that he knew what he was doing, but her reactions to his touch surprised even her, she had been touched before of course, by the select few boyfriends who she had felt comfortable enough to expose body parts to, but his open adoration of her, coupled with his subtle touches thrilled her. Her breasts had never been particularly sensitive, but they responded readily to his mouth. He was attentive, calm and content to take his time, making sure each and every exposed part of her received attention.

  Angel could feel the heat rising in her body as this beautiful boy paid attention to it, more than anything she wanted him to touch her between her legs, she remembered how it had felt the first time he had done it, he was working his way downwards, he was taking his sweet time and she had to admit that his technique was relaxing her, but part of her wished he would hurry up.

  Gavin didn’t want to rush this, he wanted her relaxed and ready when the time came. Her hushed gasps at his touch were encouraging. He allowed his fingers to stroke the curve of her stomach, pleased that she had curves, the way a real woman should. He dropped his hand to her leg, gently stroking his way up to the junction at the top of her thighs, his mouth still working on her breasts. He raised his head, kissing her mouth, taking possession of it before pulling back, watching her face for any hint of fear or hesitation when his fingers met her most intimate place. She gasped, her hands stilling from roaming his torso then she groaned as his fingers found her wetness, pushing her hips towards his hand, encouraging him further. His mouth met hers, their teeth grinding as he slipped one finger into her, just this simple movement spurring him on, making his temperature rise, his heart beat faster.

  He continued to slide his finger in and out of her, his thumb nudging at her clit with every movement, she gasped again as she felt a second finger enter her, knowing he was preparing her, opening her for what was to come.

  She felt so good clamped around his hand, she was so wet, moments later he pushed a third finger into her causing her to groan and grasp his wrist, he hesitated for a split second then realised she was encouraging him to move faster, harder, he leant over her, kissing her neck, their chests pressed firmly together as his hand fucked her.

  At last, he was touching her where she wanted him to, first one finger, then two, three, filling her, arousing her further. He had big hands, three fingers was definitely the limit, she grasped his wrist in both hands, pulling his fingers into her more firmly, her hips moving in rhythm, she wasn’t sure if his hand was fucking her or if she was fucking his hand. She was so caught up in the moment that it took her a while to notice that his warm body was no longer pressed to hers and the angle of his wrist had changed, she could no longer comfortably hold it, opening her eyes, she looked down her body, seeing the top of his head as the tip of his tongue found her clit, her legs opened wider and he shifted from her side to between her legs, his broad shoulders against her inner thigh, his mouth opening her painfully slowly, his fingers still sliding into her. Her clit throbbed at the touch of his tongue and her hips bucked as he began to flick at the engorged tip.

  She tasted incredible, he wanted to open his mouth wide and drink her in. Her legs had opened readily when his tongue touched her for the first time allowing him to move into a more comfortable position. She was close to coming, her clit jumped beneath his mouth. He licked her gently, wanting to delay her orgasm, knowing she was too turned on to wait long. He felt her fingers on his shoulder, her nails raking the already sore skin; she was trying to pull his face into her, her hips moving in time with his tongue. He eased his fingers from her, replacing them with his mouth, his tongue, deliberately avoiding her clit. Her fingers moved from his shoulder to his hair, wrapping them firmly in it, she used the grasp she had to guide his movements. He smiled to himself, she wanted him to make her come. He returned his mouth to her clit, hearing her sigh of relief as his tongue flicke
d at her, he heard her breathing quicken then she held her breath as he took control of her orgasm, sucking her clit into his mouth as she bucked beneath him, tasting the extra juices that rushed from her then filling her once again with his fingers as his unrelenting mouth worked her swiftly towards a second orgasm.

  As he kissed his way back up her body, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them from his hips, her hands catching him, caressing him as he kissed her again;

  “Ok?” he asked.

  She smiled. “Hmm,” she answered as she wriggled against him.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes” she replied. “What are you doing?” he had leant over her, she heard a drawer open, he held up a condom wrapper “Er, latex?” she asked.

  He glanced at the packet. “Yes.”

  “I’m allergic,” she answered.

  He pulled back from her, putting space between their bodies. “They’re all I have; we can’t do this without them.”

  “Why not?”

  “This is the wrong time to be having this conversation Angel, but it may surprise you to know that I have been with more than one girl.”

  She actually giggled, not a reaction he had counted on. “I know that, I’m on the pill remember, I’m not getting pregnant any time soon.”

  “What about STI’s?” he asked “I know I’ll be ok, you’re a virgin, but who knows if I have anything?”

  “Ok,” she wriggled up so that she was semi sitting. “Let’s rationalise this shall we? Have you ever had unprotected sex with anyone?” she reached for her glass and took a large gulp of champagne followed by a strawberry, the suggestive way she sucked on the fruit made him groan, she giggled again.

  “I’ve never had sex with anyone without protection,” he confirmed, and then looked at his hands “Unless you count….?” He let the question trail off.

  “Ew,” she answered but she’d seen his cheeky grin. “I guess this will be a first time for you as well then?”

  He smiled then as the thought dawned on him, his eyes glowed and he pulled her to him, their bodies pressed full length against each other, he took the glass from her hand and let it fall to the floor as his fingers once again found her sopping wet pussy.

  She grasped him to her as his teeth found her neck then her collar bone, his hand pumping into her more vigorously than before. Her legs opened wider as he positioned himself between them, his free hand hooking behind her right knee and pulling her leg up onto his hip as he removed his fingers from her, leaning forward to kiss first her breasts, then her mouth, he eased his hips forward.

  This was what she had been waiting for, she felt a little hint of fear as she felt the head of him against her but she needn’t have worried, he had prepared her so well, made her slick with her own juices and opened her sufficiently with his fingers that the first couple of inches were in her while he was still kissing her. She had read that this would hurt but she felt no pain just an undeniable thrill that he was finally taking her.

  He broke the kiss, he was breathing heavily. Hardly inexperienced, she had been right when she pointed out this would be his first time flying free so to speak, both his parents had drummed into him the importance of protection, he thanked them silently as their advice was now allowing him to have unprecedented sensations of pleasure as he pushed his hips forward. “Watch,” he whispered and along with her, cast his eyes down to the place where their bodies joined.

  She felt a further surge of arousal as she watched him enter her, she felt her inner walls stretch to accommodate him, with a firmer final push, he was inside her completely as he eased himself down onto his elbows, kissing her again.

  His eyes met hers as he began to move, although he generally preferred more energetic sex, he was actually having the time of his life and was having a hard time believing how different condom free sex felt, he lost himself in the moment. He came back to the present just as he realised he was about to come. He clamped a hand down on her hip. “Hold still Angel, just for a second,” he pleaded, pushing his mind as far as possible from the sensations his body was experiencing, this girl had his senses reeling and he loved it. He felt her hip push against his hand and removed it, accepting her kiss before her mouth began to suck on his neck. Her hands began to claw at his back as he began to move in earnest, she matched him move for move.

  Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and her nails dug into his backside as he brought her to orgasm feeling the grip and release of her inner walls on him, alternately sucking him in and then expelling him, he pushed through her orgasm and the pain of her nails in his flesh.

  She didn’t know she could or would come this way, when the spasms shook her, she could feel her muscles clamp around him and prayed he wouldn’t stop, she heard him gasp when she came but he kept going, he pushed harder bringing her to another swift but slightly weaker climax and then he seemed to be in a different world, his eyes were open and his lips slightly parted as he quickened his pace, she saw him swallow, then a slight frown as he caught his breath, he bowed his head and she felt the throbbing inside her marking his orgasm, he shivered, gasping again before looking at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

  Shifting his weight to her side as he withdrew, he slipped his left arm under her neck, his right around her body and pulled her to him. Her arms came around him as she nestled against his neck letting her breathing slow to its normal rate.

  “How are you doing?” he asked, his hands tracing the line of her spine.

  “Good,” she answered. “Relaxed,” she continued then wriggled herself away from him a little. “You’re like a hot water bottle,” she explained.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she smiled. “I never imagined it would feel like that.”

  He raised his eyebrows questioningly “Like what?” he asked “You’re giving me performance anxiety.”

  “You were great,” she assured. “Of course, I have nothing to compare it too, but to me it felt great.”

  “Thank God for that,” he rolled onto his back. “I thought it was pretty damn great too.”

  “Kiss me.” She demanded.

  He rolled back towards her, propping his body up on his left elbow and she raised herself to meet his kiss. He eased his body towards her once again as they kissed, his free hand stroking its way up her side, caressing the back of her arm before using his superior weight to overbalance her and put her beneath him.

  “Again?” she asked as she felt him harden against her, he nodded, smiling. “So soon?” she asked again.

  “Hey, I’m eighteen remember? I’m in my prime,” he laughed, but his hand was between her legs, encouraging her to open to him, followed swiftly by his change of position as he entered her for the second time that night.

  They lay together in quiet conversation, the heat of the moment dying away, causing her to shiver and press herself closer to his warm body.

  “Tired?” she asked.

  “Hmm,” he replied his hand idly stroking her side.

  “Better blow out the candles,” she made to move away.

  “I’ll do it,” he slid from the bed and proceeded to snuff out the candles. Watching him in this light, Angel really wished she had her sketch pad handy, she would persuade him to let her draw him.

  “You’re quite comfortable being naked aren’t you?” she observed.

  “I have no reason not to be,” he replied. “You are hardly shy about it”

  “That all depends who I’m with,” she answered honestly. “I’m comfortable with you.”

  “Good.” He sat down on her side of the bed, stooping to pick up the champagne glass he’d dropped on the floor earlier. The only candle left alight was the one on the bedside chest; he bent to blow it out.

  “Leave that one for a bit,” she said, her hand resting on his thigh. “You are the first man who has seen me completely in the nude,” she told him. “I’m glad I waited for you.” She sat up, reaching to pull
him into a kiss.

  He responded to her kiss, turning towards her, coming up onto his knees and edging closer to her, he again pushed her back onto the bed, his body alive once more. Sitting back on his knees, he encouraged her to turn onto her stomach. Leaning over her, he pressed his weight onto her back, his mouth kissing the nape of her neck as his legs parted hers and he slowly eased into her hearing her gasp.

  She felt his hands beneath her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. Oh, this felt good, she couldn’t help herself, even though he was being encouragingly gentle, she began to ram her body back onto his. His hands were grasping her hips, balancing himself and pacing her, a loud groan escaped her when one of his hands came around her belly, sliding along her engorged clit, her orgasm instantaneous, then his body was pressed to her back, one hand between her breasts, keeping her firmly against him as he quickened his pace only moments before he came, his breath warm on her back. He leaned forward, both hands supporting his weight on either side of her, slowly easing down onto the mattress on top of her, again kissing her, reassuring her. He continued to kiss her back as he eased out of her.

  “Stop turning me on like that,” he whispered, her answering chuckle pleasing him.

  “Sorry, I don’t do it on purpose,” she grinned, now able to face him as he lay beside her.

  “Liar,” he said gently. “Now tell me you want to finish with me,” he referred to her earlier statement.

  “Not until I have totally used and abused you.”

  “I’m all yours sweetie.”

  He was alone in the bed when he woke. He stretched and laid on his back, revelling in the memory of the previous night, the slow mo replay in his head cut short by the urgent need to empty his bladder. On his quick jog to his bathroom, he glanced into the living room and noticed the door to his walk in wardrobe was open, his guess being that Angel was in there.