The street lights flashed through the windshield, blurring from the speed of the car. The radio blared, almost drowning out the whimpers he coerced from me. The car took a hard right turn onto a side street and I slammed up against the door.
Gavin dug his fingers deeper into me, matching the tempo of the music. I felt a wave of heat flood over me. I moaned as he slowed the movements of his fingers. Hard contractions tightened my muscles around his fingers and my hips involuntarily pushed up, the strap of the seat belt digging into my hips.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he stuck them in his mouth one at a time, wrapping his lips around each one as he sucked the taste of me from them. “I love watching you come,” he said as he shifted the gear. The green of his eyes almost seemed electrified.
I wanted more of him. I tugged at the seat belt and forced it under my arm. Reaching over, I undid the fly to his tuxedo pants, carefully pulling his dick from the material. I ran my fingers along the side of it, admiring the silky feeling of his skin. Leaning over, I teasingly flicked the tip of his head with my tongue, running it down the length of him and then back up to his thick head. I placed just his head in my mouth and circled my tongue around it.
Gavin let out a long moan of pleasure, reaching over to the console to shift the gear again. I started to wonder if he’d bought this car for the simple fact that the gear shift was positioned so far up on the console.
Slowly, I made my way down on him, pressing my tongue on the front of his dick as my mouth enveloped him, taking in part of him at times and the whole of him other times. My hand was positioned at the base of his shaft, rhythmically moving with my mouth. I brushed my lips over his head and gave soft kisses to his skin.
Down shifting again, he let off of the accelerator.
I put him back into my mouth after giving several long, hard strokes to him with my tongue.
Gavin removed his hand from the gear stick, placing it on the back of my neck. He entwined his fingers in my hair and tugged lightly.
“Your lips – God, I love the way they feel around me,” he panted.
I went further down on him and he groaned. His hands slammed onto the steering wheel and I felt his legs stiffen as he succumbed to me. His foot pressed on the accelerator and the car sped down the dark road. Swallowing, I lifted my head. His eyes cut over to me and he wet his lip with his tongue, letting out a satisfied sigh.
That was the first time he’d let me just please him.
“I love how you do that,” he said as we pulled into his driveway. “And don’t think I’m done with you.” He pulled himself back into his pants and hastily unfastened his seatbelt.
He opened my door and leaned in. Grabbing me and pulling me from his car, he tossed me over his shoulder. His hand slapped against my ass as he made his way up the sidewalk to the front of his house.
Growling, he said, “God, I just want to fuck you.”
He slammed the door to his car and walked toward the front of his house, fishing in his pants pocket for the keys. I heard the clink of metal hitting metal and the sound of the key fitting into the lock as he opened the large wooden door.
Gavin’s house was completely dark. He didn’t bother flipping on any lights, he just took me straight through to his bed room, tossing me down on his bed.
His mouth crushed over mine in a possessive embrace, his hands gliding through my hair. He grabbed fistfuls of it and then released it only to gather more up between his fingers. Moving his hands down to my breasts, he ravenously grabbed my flesh. Gavin pushed the strap of my dress down under my breast and bit down tenderly on my nipple, the sensation creating chill bumps all over my body.
He pushed himself away from me and pulled his tuxedo jacket off. “I’ll be right back,” he said, hopping up and running down the hall.
Music came through the speakers over his bed and then the volume got louder. I laid there listening to the song “Passenger” by the Deftones, anxiously waiting on him to come back to me.
I heard his dress shoes tap across his hardwood floor and then saw him reappear in the doorway. His large shadow commanded my full attention. I was unable to remove my eyes from him as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. He reached down and pulled each of his shoes off, then unzipped his pants. Coming over to the bed, he stood at its edge with only his boxers on.
I grabbed the waist of his boxers and pushed them down. Feeling back up across the skin of his ass, he forced me back onto his bed and yanked my dress off. I was afraid he may rip the dress from the way he was grabbing the material and pulling on it. Gavin’s hands greedily ran up my legs, up my stomach, across my breasts, and up my neck.
He leaned down to kiss me. “You’re mine,” he said before he pressed his lips against mine and moved his tongue inside my mouth. Biting down on my bottom lip, he pulled away and whispered, “All mine.”
I spread my legs open, our eyes meeting in a heated stare. That deliciously wicked smile of his tore across his face and he said, “No one else would ever be able to please you the way that I do. This –” he caressed my pussy, his smile fading into a controlling, assertive glare, his voice deepening, threatening me to deny his words, “—this belongs to me.”
My chest tightened and the blood drained from my extremities and pooled in my abdomen. His words were almost torture and sent me into a frenzied arousal.
He paused and pushed himself fully into me. Moving himself in and out of me slowly as the screaming whispers of the music picked up, his speed quickened and his thrusts became harder. He pulled one of my legs up and kissed down my calf toward my thigh as he fucked me. I watched him moving to the beat of the music and realized this music embodied the way he fucked: soft and sensual, then hard and possessive.
Raw. It was absolutely raw.
“I can’t get deep enough in you,” he said between heavy breaths, wrapping his arms around my back and lifting me off of his bed.
Leaning back, he stood up and adjusted my body on his. I moved my hips, riding him as hard as I could stand. He walked over to his dresser and sat me down on it. Pushing my legs open as wide as he could spread them, he grabbed onto my ass and yanked me to the edge. I could see his eyes locked between my legs, watching himself pump deep into me. Gavin hung his head over my shoulder and his tongue traced across the skin of my neck. I could feel the blood flowing hard through my jugular when he bit down on the skin surrounding it. I let out a moan as he thrust himself into me, at times pulling himself out fully, allowing me to feel the difference between his head and perfectly shaped dick.
His dresser banged against the wall from his hard movements, causing a frame to topple over. I heard glass shatter on the floor.
Gavin picked me up and threw me against the wall. His body melted into mine and I dropped one leg to the ground. My toes barely grazed the floor because he had pinned me so tightly against the cool wall. He shoved one of my legs up and held my knee against my breast.
Gavin crouched down and pushed himself back inside me, forcing my legs farther apart with his knee. I could hear his sac hitting the wall as he relentlessly fucked me. My toes left the floor as he drove me further up the wall. The slickness of his skin combined with the sensation of him against me sent me into an instant oblivion. I ran my hands up his neck, my nails scratching at the surface of his skin as I drug them across his body. I pulled his hair down and ran my hand underneath his loose waves. Grabbing fistfuls of his coarse hair, I tugged his head back, tilting it to the side.
He groaned, “Rough, love, I like it rough!” as I pulled harder on his hair.
I pressed my tongue against his neck, the salty taste of his skin filling my mouth. Raking my teeth against his skin, I bit down hard in the spot where his neck met his shoulders. My hands gripped his hard chest and pushed him backwards.
He sat in the floor; his hands braced him as he leaned back.
He reached down and began to stroke himself. His jaw tightened and he inhaled, his white teeth st
ood out as he stared at me, a look of deep seated hunger and need flickering in his eyes. The sight of him touching himself was a completely unexpected turn-on. I dropped to my knees and made my way toward him, my gaze fixated on what he was doing.
A rush, a flood, a torrent of need made its way over my body. Never before had I ever experienced the want for someone, for something the way I was at that very moment. I climbed over his legs, swatting his hand away from what was mine, and straddled him. He grabbed my hips, pushing himself deep into me, smoothly making his way through my constricting muscles.
Leaning over him, I placed my hands on the floor beside his head. I moved on top of him, grinding down and arching the small of my back as I pulled myself up on him. He tugged on my shoulders and pushed me down hard onto him, holding me so tightly I couldn’t move.
“No,” he whispered before flipping me over.
He forced my shoulders down and placed his hand on the small of my back. Each thrust caused my breasts to graze against the floor. Gavin dug his fingers into the skin of my ass and reached around to my clit with his other hand. I cried out from pleasure as he pushed himself deeper and harder into me. My breathing deepened and I let out a loud groan as I clamped down around him. Gavin gave a long hard push into me.
My fingers pulled into fists and my head went weightless. My body involuntarily pulled away from him, and he yanked my hips back down onto him.
“Oh, no. I’m not done just yet, love,” he said through gritted teeth.
Moments later he gasped, his body jerking violently from the sensation of gratification. Gavin collapsed on the floor catching his breath. He stretched his arms out behind him and I crawled next to him and laid my head on his chest as he brought one arm down around me.
I glanced around his room. The sheets had been pulled from his bed, pictures hung lopsided, and his dresser jutted out from the wall. Glass was strewn across his floor and glinted in the light from the window.
“Taking you to Boston has to be one of the best ideas I’ve had in a long while,” he said after he’d caught his breath.
I looked up at him. “What do you mean? I was supposed to go.”
“No, not necessarily. I could’ve just as easily had you sign up for a webinar to get your training.” He smiled at me, “But that wouldn’t have allowed me three days in a strange city with you, now would it?”
Laughing, I ran my fingers along his jawline. “So, you had plans to seduce me in Boston?”
“Plans? No. Thoughts? Yes.” He paused. “That first day I saw you I wanted you. I know I was making it pretty obvious. Very unlike me, may I add.” He stared up at his ceiling. “I didn’t want to get tangled up in a relationship from work. Too messy if things don’t work out.” He sat up and ran his hands across my breasts and down the middle of my stomach. “Something about you.”
He rose and walked over to his dresser. Bending over, he picked the broken frame up, collecting the shards of glass in his hand.
“Even though I acted like I didn’t notice you I did. Everyday. I couldn’t shake you, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see where things lead — and so, here we are.”
I climbed on to his bed and laid myself belly down on his satin sheets. “Well, I’m glad you did.” I twisted my hair around my finger as I stared at him. “It’s funny, I was so attracted to you. I was proud of myself for remembering my name when you asked it that first day.” I giggled.
Gavin’s eyes narrowed.
“Really! I picked out clothes to wear in an effort to impress you,” I confessed.
“Did you now?” He glanced over at me as he made his way to the bathroom and dumped the glass into the trash can.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I hummed and flexed my feet in the air behind my head.
Gavin slid himself onto his bed and pulled my chin toward his face as he crawled close to me. His green eyes were set intently on me.
“It worked,” he said softly. “Completely impressed. More so when you’re lying naked in my bed.”
Chapter Thirty-two
Brooke
The next morning I woke to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast cooking. I pulled on the t-shirt Gavin had laid out for me at the foot of his bed and walked into the kitchen. I found Gavin slicing strawberries over freshly made Belgium waffles.
“Good morning, love,” he said tenderly as he came around the bar to give me a kiss.
After we’d finished breakfast I grabbed the plates and took them to the sink to rinse them off. I turned the faucet on to wash my hands when Gavin came up behind me. I felt his hand grab onto my shoulder.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed me.
Turning the faucet off, I glanced over my shoulder.
“I said, close your eyes, woman.” Gavin grabbed the top of my head and gently twisted it back around to the front.
I shut my eyes, wondering why he was demanding they be closed. He swept my hair to one side of my neck and then I felt the cold, delicate brush of metal around my neck.
“There. Now you can open them.”
Looking down, I pulled a pearl up from my chest. The top of the pearl had a diamond elegantly attached to the loop the necklace was strung through.
I spun around with a huge grin on my face.
“Do you like it?” Gavin asked. His eyes focused on the pearl as he adjusted it.
“I love it. It’s gorgeous.” I reached up and pressed my lips to his. “Thank you. That is so sweet!” I said, rubbing my fingers over the smooth, white orb.
“Now you have a real pearl. I saw it last night at the auction and decided you needed it.” He smiled and walked out of the kitchen to the living room.
Stopping in the hallway, I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall. It really was a beautiful necklace, simple yet elegant.
At that moment I knew that I meant something to him, and any doubt I’d had about his feelings for me vanished. I walked over to the couch to curl up next to him
I couldn’t have been happier than I was at that very moment.
The next weekend Gavin was on call and had to stay at the hospital, so Constance and Ashley came over to have a girl’s night. I was evidently in trouble for not hanging out with them enough.
“Well, thank God that the man is moonlighting, or whatever you call it. If it wasn’t for him being stuck at the hospital, I don’t think I’d ever see you,” Constance whined as she pulled a steamy slice of pizza from the delivery box.
Ashley looked over at me. “Yeah, you two are so shoved up each other’s asses. It’s pretty damn ridiculous!” She took a bite of pizza. “Didn’t really see him as the lovey-dovey type,” she mumbled over a mouthful of food.
I glared at them. “Jealous?” I asked. “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Ashley, you’re with Colton all the time, and Constance …well, you’ve got BOB.”
Ashley shook her head. “Yes, Colton — my amaaaaazing lover.”
Constance made a gagging noise.
Ashley looked at me, winding a string of cheese around her finger. “The only difference is that we actually do stuff with other people sometimes, unlike you and Gavin. I guess you’re just too good to hang out with us now,” she said.
“Whatever.” I groaned and made my way to my entertainment center to grab the remote. I saw the book Constance had given me lying on the top of it. Picking it up, I tossed it at her. “Here’s your book back. I’m sure you’d like to read it again. Sure it gives you some nice visuals to use when you’re pleasing yourself.”
“What’d you think of it?” Constance asked, looking up at me from the floor.
“It was… definitely different… intense… yeah, pretty intense. People actually do that stuff, that’s what’s crazy!”
I put a DVD in and turned the television on. “I mean, how in the hell do you even bring that topic up to somebody you meet on the street?”
Constance giggled. “I don’t know, I think they have like c
ommunities or something, don’t they?”
I shrugged; my eyebrows rising for added emphasis. “You’re asking the wrong person.”
“Ask Gavin. He’d probably know,” Constance teased.
I shot a nasty look over in her direction. “Shut up.”
Ashley picked up the book and flipped through the pages. One corner of her mouth curved up, forming a mischievous smile. “Yeah, they do have communities. They also have parties.” She continued to flip through the pages, glancing back and forth from me to Constance.
My eyes widened and Constance’s jaw dropped open. We exchanged shocked expressions.
“How do you know about that, Ashley?” I asked.
“Uh-uh.” Constance stood up abruptly and plugged her ears with her fingers. “Don’t want to know anything about this if it has to do with my brother. I can’t take it.” She looked down at me before narrowing her glare on Ashley. “Ashley, I swear, if he has his nipples pierced and gets you to hook him up to jumper cables — I just really don’t need to know about that.”
Ashley giggled. “No, nothing to do with Colton…yet.” An evil expression cast over her face. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious about it, especially after reading this.” She tossed the book onto my couch. “What does a little experimentation hurt? Huh?”
Constance raised one eyebrow and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “Well, my experimentation stops with the books.”
Ashley flopped back against the couch. “Well, I’m curious. I’ve been talking to this girl online and she invited me to something called a scene party. It’s tomorrow night, and I’m gonna go.”
“A girl?” Constance’s mouth gaped open. “So now you’re into this BDSM shit and girls? Shit, Ashley!” Constance quickly scooted away from Ashley like she had the plague.
Ashley’s dark eyes shot over at Constance. She shook her head from side to side. “No, damn it,” she said and glanced over at me. Her eyes flickered with a wildness I hadn’t seen before. “You wanna come with me, Brooke?”
I sat there running my tongue over my teeth. I found it a little shocking that I was actually contemplating going with her to something like that. Biting my lip, I hesitated momentarily before asking, “I mean, what do they do at these things?”
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