“Hello, Dr. Hunter.” For some reason I thoroughly enjoyed calling him that.
“Well, hello. What are you doing?”
“I just pulled up to my apartment. You still at the hospital?” I asked as I unfastened my seat belt and climbed out of my car.
“Just left. So, you’re coming to my house so that I may serenade you with the piano, correct?”
I leaned against the open door of my car. “Hmmm… well, I did have plans to do some laundry.” I stalled, wanting him to beg me to come over.
“Laundry? I offer to serenade you with the piano and you mention laundry?” Gavin paused, “I’m deeply offended, love.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his calling me that, whether or not he meant it the way that I wanted to take it. “Well, I guess I could come over just for a little while.”
“Mmmm, well good. You may as well bring something for work in the morning because you know there’s no way I’m going to let you leave once you get here.”
Sighing into the phone, I said, “Okay, you’ve talked me into it. I’ll be over in a little bit.”
“See you then.”
I walked into my bedroom and shoved clothes into my duffel bag, zipping it up as I made my way into the kitchen. Simon rubbed his side up against my calf. I squatted down to pour some food in his bowl and gave him a quick scratch behind his ear, then left.
Turning right, I pulled into Gavin’s subdivision, passing house after house of tall brick homes with professionally manicured lawns and matching mailboxes. Each driveway was decorated with luxury vehicles. It felt too much like the neighborhood I’d grown up in; the only thing lacking was the ocean.
Gavin’s house was the last on the left and I pulled into the driveway. I put my car in park and peered through the large windows at the front of his house. Gavin was sitting completely still at his piano.
A light breeze picked up as I approached the brick steps of his house. A few sprinkles of cold rain hit my shoulders and I looked up at a sky that was heavy with dark clouds. I knocked lightly on the glass door and waited on Gavin to open it.
He appeared in the entrance way and walked toward the door. His dark brown hair was pulled back, allowing the light to catch the brilliant green of his eyes. He had on a fitted white v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans. His bare feet served as a contrast against the dark, wooden floors. The silver pendant hung outside the collar of his shirt, resting in the indention between his muscular chest.
This man didn’t have to try to look sexy, he just was. No matter what he had on, he was amazingly beautiful.
He smiled as he opened the door to let me in. “What are you grinning about?” he asked as I walked inside.
I hadn’t realized that an enormous grin had formed on my face while watching him come to the door. He kissed me gently and took the bag from my shoulder as he made his way back to his bedroom.
“Well, are you going to tell me what brought that smile on your face?” he asked as he glanced back at me, putting my bag down at the foot of his bed.
I lightly placed my hand on his chest. “You…” I drew my eyes up to his. “You have no idea how attractive you are.”
Pulling the silver chain up, I palmed the flat, circular pendant. My thumb traced over the emblem engraved over the front of it.
Gavin wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his hands in the small of my back. “I don’t?” he asked, peering down at me.
Looking at the pendant, I shook my head. “Mmm-mmm…”
“I could say the same about you.” Gavin fell quiet for a moment, then pushed me away slightly to study me. He tilted his head to the side and squinted. “You know. I’ve never been so attracted to a woman in my life. That first moment I saw you — I was mesmerized by you.” He pressed his lips against mine, then pulled far enough away to look into my eyes while keeping his lips close enough that I could feel them brush against mine as he spoke. “I knew you would mean trouble.”
I formed a faint smile on my face. “Trouble? Really?” Turning slowly, I took several steps away from him. “Well, then, I guess I’ll just be on my way!” I teased.
Gavin snatched my hand and pulled me back to him. “Oh, I think not. You’re not going anywhere, love,” he laughed and quickly placed one hand on my back and the other arm underneath my knees, swooping me up into his huge arms and carrying me toward the living room. “I refuse to let you leave, trouble or not,” he said.
I laughed, pretending to try and free myself from his grip while he carried me through his living room toward the piano.
Sitting me on his couch, he looked sternly at me. “You’re not going to try and leave when I turn my back, are you?”
“No, I suppose not.”
Gavin pointed at me and raised one of his perfectly-shaped eyebrows as he walked to the piano. “You better not.”
There was a bottle of red wine sitting on top of his piano. He poured some into an empty glass next to the bottle. The rain picked up, tapping furiously on the roof as the wind blew the raindrops into the glass.
“Do you like Beethoven?” he asked, swirling the wine around in the stemless glass before handing it to me.
I took a sip of the wine. “I do. Are you going to play some for me?”
“Of course,” he said and walked back toward the piano to take a seat. “Even if you’d told me you hated Beethoven.” He smiled and reached back to pull his hair loose.
There was no doubt the man knew how to turn me on.
A loud groan of thunder shook the windows and was followed almost immediately by a bright, pulsating flicker of lightning.
Moving his hands along the keys, the soft notes of Fur Elise filled the room. The beautiful melody echoed from the cathedral ceilings. I was completely impressed as I watched his fingers move effortlessly from one end of the piano to the other, the muscles in his forearm flinching and tightening at times. During moments of the song Gavin became lost in what he was doing and closed his eyes.
He finished the song and I clapped. “That was absolutely gorgeous! I can’t believe you can play like that. I’m jealous.”
Spinning around on the bench, he placed one hand on his knee. “Come here to me,” he said as he leaned forward and motioned with his finger for me to come to him.
I walked toward him, stopping in front of him. He gazed at my face for a moment, his eyes set heavily on mine. His tongue skirted across his lips and he released a deep breath through his nose. His eyes seemed to gleam and his pupils dilated.
“Take your panties off,” he ordered.
I stood still for a moment. I wasn’t expecting him to demand that I disrobe right then. He pulled me in by the waist. His voice became deeper as he told me again, “Take them off.” He squeezed my hips with his large hands as he spoke.
Reaching under my skirt, I pulled them down. I stepped out of them and stood in front of him.
“Now take your skirt off.”
I unzipped the side and the material quickly slipped around my feet. Staring into Gavin’s eyes, I waited to see what he’d ask me to do next. He quietly stood up and said nothing. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me up, placing me on top of his piano. Pushing my legs apart with both of his hands, he slid his fingers down my legs to the tops of my feet. Gavin pulled the bench up to the piano and sat down. His eyes still locked onto mine.
The height of the piano allowed his face to be directly in front of my spread legs. I was so turned on I was trembling as I sat completely exposed to him. Reaching up, he placed his hands on my ass, bringing me to the very edge of the piano. He took my feet and positioned them against the front of the piano where his sheet music had been placed.
He looked at me spread out in front of him, and then his eyes slowly moved up to my face. “Don’t move your feet, or you’ll mess me up,” he said, placing his fingers above the keys. A dark and seductive melody vibrated through the room.
“This is Moonlight
Sonata,” he paused and looked down at the keys. “You know it?”
I shook my head.
“It’s a very beautiful song. One of my favorites.”
I sat on top of his piano with myself spread open in front of him. His eyes drifted down between my legs and I began to feel timid. I closed my legs slightly and he immediately lifted one hand from the keys and forced them back open. One of his brows pointed down, giving me a stern look for interrupting his view. His aggressiveness caused a swell of heat to wash over my body. The vibrations from the strings underneath me deepened my arousal. I kept waiting for Gavin to touch me, but he just continued to play, his eyes locked onto my body in an unfaltering stare. His hands moved fluidly over the keys without his eyes ever leaving me.
“Come closer to me,” he instructed as he continued to play.
There was a calmness and control to his voice that sent a flash of desire through my body.
I reared my back and placed myself on the very edge of the piano, being careful not to move my feet from the spots he’d placed them. Gavin leaned his face between my legs and delicately lapped the outside of my opening. His tongue moved from my lips to my clit, sucking gently on me as he played. Moving his tongue in rhythm with the song, he made circles and every so often surrounded me with his mouth. I could feel him breathe a heavy, lustful sigh as he kissed those tender areas, so softly stroking the outer part of me with his tongue.
A deep roll of thunder shook the walls, the pictures hanging on the wall rattling from the loud boom. The rain pounded against the window and the wind howled around the corners of his house.
Gavin’s tongue pressed against me, giving a long, hard lick. Groaning, he rose from the bench, his hands still delicately stroking the keys of the piano. He thrust his tongue deep into me, forcing me to release a hard breath.
The beautiful melody was abruptly interrupted by a harsh grouping of notes as Gavin slammed his hands into the keys and pushed his mouth harder over me, his tongue furiously thrashing in and out.
Reaching his arms around me, he placed his hands firmly on my ass and pulled me toward him. He lifted his face from between my legs and stared at me as he slowly wiped me from around his mouth. His eyes met mine in a heated stare. They were full of such a primitive desire that it caused a rush of adrenaline to flow over my body, and my heart rate accelerated.
He grasped at the bottom of my shirt, lifting it above my head. My hair caught in the material as he removed it from my body.
“Stay just like that,” he demanded.
I sat there, as instructed, and watched as he undressed himself. The large window behind him became electrified from lightning and cast shadows across the room. Gavin folded his arms across his body as he reached down to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
His fingers traced along the waist of his jeans as he took a few steps towards me. He unbuttoned them, then pulled down the zipper. Pushing them off, he paused when they reached his hips. I could see the v-shaped indentions from his abs and the beginning of his hairline peeking out from the edge of his pants.
His eyes set on mine as he said, “How badly do you want it?”
I was trying to hold my gaze with his, but my eyes kept flickering down to his lower half, drinking in the sexuality of his body, and waiting on him to loosen the grip he had on his pants so I could see the part of him I desperately wanted.
“I can’t begin to explain it.” My foot fell and lightly touched the cool keys of the piano. The pressure on the ivory caused a single note to sound.
Gavin looked at me, still holding loosely to his waist. “Tell me,” his voice deepened and he demanded that I talk to him the way he wanted.
I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows. My heart was going crazy, banging against my ribs. I’d never had anyone demand anything like this of me. I feared whatever came from my lips would sound utterly ridiculous.
Taking in a deep breath, I said, “I want you so damn badly.” My voice trembled; I couldn’t believe how timid this man could make me.
His gaze lingered on my face and I could tell that I wasn’t saying what he wanted me to say. A long, deep rumble of thunder resonated and a large bolt of lightning streaked across the dark sky, the veins reaching out in all directions. Gavin’s silhouette was outlined by the light from the window behind him. He released the hold he had on his jeans and stood completely naked before me. Deliberately, he walked toward me with his head slightly lowered, his eyes glaring up from his bowed head. A predatory demeanor possessed him as he approached me. His stare was locked on me as though I were prey he was about to devour. His chest heaved from the deep breaths he drew in as his hand moved up and tenderly brushed the hair away from one of my breasts.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Gavin growled.
He placed his fingers on my nipple and gently tugged.
My breathing became labored and I whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Gavin.” I paused, hoping I’d said it the way he wanted.
He brought his face close to mine, his lips barely touching mine as he grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, wadding it up in his fist. He pulled on it hard, the force jerking my head backwards. His mouth traveled right below my ear and he grazed his bottom lip across my neck.
“Louder,” he whispered into my ear. He tugged on my hair again and then sunk his teeth into the skin of my neck.
A pleading moan escaped my lips. My pulse became hard and I could feel the concentration of my blood flow shift.
“Fuck me,” I screamed as he tightened his grip on my hair.
Gavin let out a carnal groan as he lifted me from the piano. He slid my body down his and without hesitation thrust into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I locked the heels of my feet together behind his back. He pumped himself deep inside of me. His movements were so hard I could hear heavy breaths mixed with low moans escaping him with each thrust.
Reaching around, he grabbed my calf, pushing it down from his back. I placed my feet onto the cold wooden floor as he placed an arm behind me and quickly lowered me to the floor, the grooves from the hand-scraped wood pressing into my back.
Gavin hastily reached down and shoved himself back into me. Snatching my arms one at a time, he slammed them back over my head, pinning them down with one hand. He continued to move fast and hard on top of me. He lowered his mouth onto my breasts and sucked hard on them, his teeth scraping against the soft fullness of my skin. I let out a loud moan; the rawness of his movements captivated me. Digging my nails into his back, I made a feeble attempt to turn him over.
“No,” Gavin said staring behind me as he pinned my arms back down to the floor.
The rain pounded the roof harder, and I felt my head knock against something smooth and cold. My head was against the window and I could hear the beads of rain hitting the glass. Another blaze of lightning set the sky on fire. I looked at Gavin. His hair was hanging in his face, small strands of loose curls moving with each deliberate thrust while his eyes were fixated on something behind me.
He leaned down and whispered, “I love watching myself fuck you.”
At that moment I realized he was watching our reflection in the glass of his living room window. I could feel my body tense up from a deep surge of arousal.
He pulled himself out and placed his hands behind my back, effortlessly lifting me up.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
I stalled and his hands grabbed onto my hips, flipping me around.
I could now see our reflection in the glass, and could see Gavin watching it intently. He pushed himself back into me and made deep, quick thrusts. Reaching around, he massaged one of my breasts with his hand, firmly placing his other onto the floor to steady himself.
I moaned loudly and hung my head from the feeling of my body getting ready to release.
“Your cunt feels so fucking good,” Gavin said loudly as he greedily grasped at my body.
Those words struck s
ome dormant part of me and sent a rush of hunger scorching across my core. I could feel myself clench down around him, my muscles gripping him caused him to let out a deep moan. The warm sensation flamed over my entire body, starting between my legs and traveling to my extremities. My arms became weak and I felt as though I may not be able to hold myself up much longer. My knees buckled underneath me. I moaned loudly and held my breath, savoring the way he commanded my body to convulse with pleasure.
Gavin’s thrusts became harder and faster. He placed his hands on my ass and propped up on his knees. I watched our reflection as he pushed himself into me a few more times before throwing his head back. His hair fell behind his head and a growl came from him as his body jerked. He gave a few more shallow thrusts and then laid his body down on my back, covering me with the cool, damp sensation of his sweat.
There was another loud boom and the sky glowed as a spiderweb of lightening spread across the darkness. Gavin kissed me softly between my shoulder blades and rose from the floor. He stretched and walked back to the piano to retrieve my glass of wine.
Following him, I grabbed my clothes and headed toward the couch.
Gavin turned and looked at me with a perplexed expression. “And what do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he sat the wine glass down and reached over to my hands. He removed my clothes and placed them on the bench. Raising one eyebrow at me, he took the wine glass and stretched himself out, still completely nude, across the white leather sofa.
He took a sip of my wine and said, “Clothes are overrated, don’t you think?” He extended one arm as he turned the glass back up.
I walked over to the couch, laying down and stretching out next to him. I could hear the strong sound of his heart beating as I laid my head on his chest.
Gavin caressed my skin, running his fingers from the small of my back to the top of my shoulders and then back down, retracing the same path each time.
I desperately wanted to ask him what we were doing, but I was too afraid. Part of me feared I was nothing more than a form of entertainment to him, but part of me recognized there was something more. The set of circumstances surrounding us was completely new to me, and I didn’t know how to handle the emotions involved with it. I was terrified that if I asked him if he was seeing anyone else he would say yes. I would be crushed and feel like a complete idiot for feeling the way I did about him, so I said nothing. I just flipped the pendant on his necklace back and forth.
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