by M. S. Parker
He hooked his fingers under the elastic of my underwear and smiled down at me, his expression full of heat. “Not just yet.”
I really hoped that meant what I thought it meant.
He slowly slid my panties down my legs, keeping his eyes on my face as he did so. When they were free, he started to toss them aside, then paused. He glanced at the material he’d crumpled in his hand and then returned his gaze to me, a mixed expression of smugness and amusement on his face.
“What?” I couldn’t figure out what was funny about this situation.
“They’re soaked.”
Oh. I felt heat rising to my cheeks and turned my head away.
“Hey.” Gavin was suddenly right there above me, one hand balancing him as the other turned my face back so that he could look at me. “I think it’s hot that your body responded to me that way.”
He leaned down, his body staying above mine, not touching. His lips brushed against mine, a kiss that would’ve been considered chaste had the circumstances been different. When he pushed himself up and back again, his eyes were bright.
“Now,” he said. “What do you say we get back to the business at hand?” One corner of his mouth tipped up in a half-smile.
I nodded as his hands slid over my hips and thighs, down to my calves, before his long fingers wrapped around my ankles. With a slowness that could only be deliberate, he pulled my legs apart, exposing me to his gaze. It took all of my self-control not to close my legs. I’d had men finger me and go down on me before, but it was generally with the lights off. Even when it had been in the light, none of them had studied me the way Gavin was. It was almost too personal, too intimate.
He stretched out on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. Without raising his eyes, he said, “Beautiful.”
I flushed, this time from a combination of embarrassment and pleasure. I didn’t have much body hair, so I didn’t bother to shave down there. The thin layer of curls I did have were fine and soft, barely more than the hair on my arms. Despite what Krissy insisted all men wanted, I’d never had a lover complain that I wasn’t completely bare. I’d just been hoping Gavin would be the same. Judging by the lust on his face, he didn’t mind.
He bent his head and I braced myself, but he surprised me by a gentle kiss at the top of my slit. His eyes flicked up to my face, those impossibly thick lashes making the look even more heated than it was.
“If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word.”
Was he kidding? If he didn’t do something soon, I was going to follow the advice Grandma Lily would’ve given and roll him over and take matters into my own hands.
Before I could say anything, however, Gavin was lowering his head and proving that he was just as skilled with his tongue as he was with his fingers. I cried out as he kissed my core as deeply as he’d kissed my mouth. His tongue ran over every inch of me, circling around that still-swollen bundle of nerves until I was nearly growling with frustration. Only then did he take my clit into his mouth.
Heat spilled over my skin like molten lava, burning, consuming, coating my body until I was one quivering mass. Still, he didn’t stop. He continued with the suction until stars began to spark in front of my eyes and my body danced that line between too-much and right-there. Then his lips were gone and I sagged back against the bed, unsure if I was relieved or disappointed. The confusion didn’t last long because he wasn’t done. He began to lick at my opening and then I felt the tip of a finger. I shivered as he slid the digit inside me. It had been too long since I’d had anything but my own fingers there, and then only rarely, and never as deep.
“Yes,” I hissed the word as my eyes closed.
Gavin worked his finger in and out slowly for a few moments before adding a second finger. A moan fell from my lips as he gently stretched me, preparing me for what was coming next. His fingers felt so good, their pleasant friction adding to the little shivers of pleasure I was getting from his tongue still caressing my sensitive flesh. Then he curled his fingers and electricity shot through me.
My back arched, my mouth opening. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I knew what he’d done, but my brain couldn’t process it, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. I shook as my second orgasm washed over me. I was dimly aware of his fingers sliding out of me, but it didn’t matter as I rode the wave of ecstasy to the peak and back down again.
When I could, I opened my eyes and saw Gavin kneeling between my legs, a condom wrapper in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “So that’s what a g-spot orgasm feels like.”
His eyes widened slightly. “Seriously?” An expression near to horror came over his face. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin.”
I shook my head and he looked relieved. “I’ve had a few lovers, and they could get me off, but never like that.”
He regarded me curiously. “How many?”
“You really want to ask me that now?” I stared at him.
He grinned. “Hey, I needed to calm myself down or this would be over way too fast.” He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. “And I fully intend to make you come at least one more time tonight.”
I didn’t have a response to that. Partly because I wasn’t really sure how to respond, but also partly because I was too busy watching him roll the condom over his cock and thinking about how that was going to feel inside me. I didn’t even try to hide that I was watching. I just wanted him.
Something about my expression must have told Gavin how I was feeling, or he was tired of foreplay too, because he was suddenly there, his body hovering over mine. He was propped up on his arms, keeping us from touching, but I could feel the energy crackling between us.
“If you want to stop, please say it now.” His voice held a note of something I couldn’t place. “Because I think it’ll kill me if you say it later.”
He was giving me another out, even though it would be painful for him, and was even saying that no matter when I said stop, he would. Wow. My estimation of Gavin grew.
I reached up and put my palm on his cheek, a tender gesture in the middle of an encounter that I didn’t want to be anything but sex. Still, I did it. “I might explode if you don’t keep going.”
He held my gaze for a moment, then the spell was broken and we were back to just sex. He reached down between us and I felt the head of him at my opening. I spread my legs wider and reminded myself to relax. I was wet and he’d stretched me a bit, but he was big enough that it’d be a tight fit, no matter how much I’d been prepared.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
The way he said it told me he understood that no matter how much society insisted that bigger was better, care needed to be taken with a man as well-endowed as he was. I nodded in agreement and then he was entering me.
I caught my breath as he slowly slid inside. I’d almost forgotten what that initial penetration was like, the way a new lover’s body felt invading mine. How my body stretched to mold itself around him, as if deciding to accept him inch by inch, waiting to see if we fit together. The way it felt to be full in an entirely new way.
And this was definitely new.
I was panting by the time he was halfway inside and I gripped his forearms, feeling the muscles there flexing as he fought his body’s natural urge to just bury itself in the heat of my channel. Another two inches and he was as deep as anyone had ever been. My last lover hadn’t been a slouch in the size department, a little over average at seven inches, but Gavin still had a couple of inches to go before he’d be all the way in, and I wasn’t sure I could take it. Not because it would hurt, but I didn’t know if my brain and body could process any more.
As he slid another inch forward, my body bent up towards his, the hard bullet points of my nipples rubbing against his chest. A whimper escaped me and Gavin looked down in concern. He frowned and started to pull back. I reached down and grabbed his ass, digging my nails into the firm flesh. He wasn’t get
ting away that easily. I pulled on him, trying to draw him back.
I didn’t know if I caught him off guard or if my action was enough to shatter his resolve, but he stopped his backward movement and surged forward, driving the rest of him into me with one swift motion.
The sound that came from me was one I hadn’t known I could make. My head fell back, my body rigid. It was too much. I was too full. He was touching every part of me. Then he was moving, withdrawing and leaving me empty.
“Please, please.” I was aware that I was begging, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me again.
I didn’t need to worry. He stopped halfway out, then pushed forward again. I shuddered, my moan filling the air. He felt so good. I ran my hands up his back, reveling in the feel of the muscles rippling beneath his skin. Part of me wanted him to keep the slow, steady pace he was working, but a more primal part wanted something completely different. Something I had a feeling Gavin wanted too, but was hesitant about expressing it. I could feel it in the restrained strength of his body. He just needed to know that it was okay. More than okay. It was what I wanted.
“Harder,” I whispered.
His eyes widened. “Carrie,” he started to say.
“Please, Gavin. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast.” I couldn’t believe the words were coming out of my mouth, but I didn’t try to stop them. For once, I was going to get what I wanted from my lover without worrying about the consequences. I gripped the hair at the base of his neck. “Make me feel it.”
Gavin bent his head and kissed me then, his full length sheathed inside me, his body pressed against mine. His lips were bruising against mine, teeth pushing against soft skin, tongue shoving into my mouth. It was a plundering, a taking. He fed on my mouth even as one of his hands ran up my side to wrap around my breast.
When he broke the kiss, I could see a different kind of fire in his eyes, one that said I was about to get exactly what I’d said I wanted. He took a moment to pull my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh until I was writhing, or at least attempting to. His body had me pinned to the bed.
“Now,” he said as he raised himself up onto his hands. “Let’s see about that hard and fast request.”
He drew his hips back, then snapped them forward. I wailed as he hit something inside me that made me see stars. Before I could recover, he was going again, each stroke just as deep as the first. Over and over he thrust into me, never granting me respite as he propelled me towards the precipice of pleasure. He rolled his hips, rubbing against my g-spot, and my muscles began to quiver. My climax was approaching rapidly, and it was going to be a big one.
“Almost there.” I could barely get the words out. “So close.”
Gavin nodded, an expression of intense concentration on his face. Only then did I realize he was still holding back, forcing his body to please me first.
I brushed my thumb over his lips. “With me?”
He groaned and stretched his body over mine. The change of angle pressed the base of his cock against my clit and I could feel the fire inside me becoming an inferno. I wrapped my arms around him as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I whispered in his ear. “Come with me.”
I felt his teeth scrape over the soft skin of my throat as his hips jerked, his thick shaft putting new pressure on my g-spot, and that was it. I started to scream and then his mouth was there, swallowing the sound even as I felt him pulse inside me. Our bodies trembled together, our pleasure shared. Electricity flowed over and around and through us, binding us together with an ecstasy I’d never known before.
We barely had enough strength to roll apart. He tossed the condom on the floor and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over both of us. I was already half-asleep, exhausted from drink and sex and the late hour. He wrapped an arm around me and I snuggled back against his chest. I felt his lips brush my temple and then I slipped under.
Chapter 8
The rich aroma of coffee drew me from a deep sleep and I chased it towards wakefulness. Before I could open my eyes, my head began to throb. Right. Lots of alcohol last night. I searched my memory for more. I remembered Krissy dragging me to a club. Seeing Gavin there. Dancing. Kissing Gavin.
Adrenaline flooded through my body, jerking me the rest of the way awake. Gavin. I’d had sex with Gavin last night. Mind-blowing, toe-curling, feel-it-in-my-bones sex. I could feel the aches in my body that only came after a night of fun. They were much more pleasant than the pounding in my head. At least I wasn’t nauseous.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
Gavin’s voice cut through the pain, surprisingly not making it hurt more. I opened my eyes, fully expecting to wince at bright light. Instead, the room had a dull glow that seemed perfectly manufactured for a morning-after hangover. There, standing beside the bed, was an image to make my aching head completely worth it. Gavin had put his jeans on again, but wasn’t wearing a shirt. And I was pretty sure he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans this time either. The thought made my stomach tighten.
“Here.” Gavin handed me a glass of water and a couple aspirin.
I sat up and swallowed them gratefully. Only after I did that did I notice that Gavin’s eyes had dropped. I looked down.
“Shit!” I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over my breasts, heat flooding my face.
“Don’t do that on my account.” Gavin’s voice was amused, but there was a more serious expression in his eyes. “I always appreciate the body of a beautiful woman, especially when it means I can remember what it was like touching her.”
I pressed my thighs together as arousal spiked in me. The memory of his touch ghosted over me.
Gavin took a step back, as if the distance would help him collect himself. “I made you coffee.” He gestured towards the table where two steaming mugs sat. “I didn’t know how you’d want it, so I got out a little bit of everything.”
Coffee sounded really good, but I wasn’t about to get up naked. I looked around, unsure if I should try to get that dress back on. As if he’d read my mind, Gavin reached down and picked up the shirt he’d been wearing last night. He handed it to me, then headed for the table, keeping his back to me.
I pulled the shirt over my head. It wasn’t a long one, but it was enough to cover the essentials. I stood. Barely. The hem of the shirt just brushed the bottom of my ass. I glanced down at my panties, and had a quick internal debate about whether or not it was worth putting them on. Ultimately, I decided against it. In this instance, comfort was better than modesty.
I looked around as I walked over to the table. The room looked just as grandiose as it had the night before, but now the reality of it hit me. I was in a members-only room above a club. A room where patrons could take people to have sex. I ran a hand over my head and scowled as I felt the tangled mass of curls. It was going to take me forever to brush them out.
“Everything okay?” Gavin asked.
“I don’t think we should be hanging around, drinking coffee,” I said as I sat down, perching on the edge of the chair so that I wasn’t putting bare skin on expensive wood. Still, I reached for the cup. I wasn’t about to let good coffee go to waste. I added just a bit of sugar and took a sip. Ahh. That was good.
“It’s okay,” Gavin said. “I’m friends with the owner. As long as no one else reserved it, we can stay all day if we want.”
I had to admit, the idea of spending an entire day here with Gavin was appealing. More than appealing actually. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of hours upon uninterrupted hours with that body. I really needed to get my thoughts off of what Gavin and I could do with a day here.
A question from last night popped into my head and I blurted out the answer without thinking. “Four.”
Gavin looked startled. “What?”
I blushed, but refused to backpedal. He’d asked and I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know more about me and I wanted to know more about him. “You asked me last night how many lovers I’d had
. The answer’s four.”
I watched his face, curious to know his reaction to my admission. How someone reacted to the answer to that question was very telling. Krissy and I were the same age, within just a few months of each other, and she thought I was practically a nun. Her number was somewhere around twenty-five, or more accurately, it had been the last time we’d talked about it six months ago. I was betting she was pushing thirty now.
“Four.” His expression was unreadable.
“Before last night,” I said. On impulse, I added, “And they were all long-term relationships, only one shorter than a year.”
Now I saw surprise flit across his face. I wondered if that was because I hadn’t done the whole hook-up thing before or because I’d broken my MO with him. I didn’t ask about that though. Instead, I turned his question back to him. “What about you?”
“Me?”
