by Laura Lee
His eyes flicker back and forth as he assesses me. “What happened to you? Why are those beautiful eyes so haunted?”
No one has been able to get through the iron mask I wear. What is it about this man? Why can he see me like no other? Am I doing something different that’s making me so transparent? I’m frustrated and a tear escapes despite my best efforts to contain it. Gavin catches the salty liquid with his thumb and leaves a chaste kiss in its place.
He pulls back to look at me again. “Red, talk to me.”
“Don’t,” I plead. “Please, just make me forget. Kiss me. Touch me.” I take his hand and place it on my breast. “I need you to touch me.”
The conflict warring inside of him is apparent. His hand is frozen at first but his hormones eventually win as his fingers absently start kneading. Light at first, then the pressure builds. I moan when he brushes his thumb over my stiff peak. The thin cotton of my sundress does nothing to hide my reaction to him. Slowly, he tests the weight of me in his palm, tracing his fingers around my curves. His other hand joins in the action and does the same with my right breast.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers.
I’m terrified of losing control of my emotions. He’s looking at me with so much reverence it’s unnerving. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I desperately need to change course before I fall down this rabbit hole any further. I jump off the counter and peel my dress over my head. Now all I’m wearing is a red strapless bra, a matching thong, and a pair of beat-up cowboy boots.
I take one boot off and throw it behind me. “Where’s your bedroom, Sparkles?”
He watches me like a starving man looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I know I’ve gained the upper hand when he says, “Third door on the right.”
I remove the other boot and drop it on the floor. With what I hope is a bit of flair, I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Once it joins my boots, he palms himself through his jeans. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, but it’s hotter than fuck. I leave my panties on for now, because those don’t come off until the condom comes on. That’s another one of my hard rules. I don’t break it. Ever.
I walk backwards down the hall, never breaking eye contact. “Well, are you going to join me? Or should I get started without you?”
He scrubs a hand down his face and groans. “Woman, you are driving me crazy.”
I press my breasts together and trace my areolas with each index finger. “C’mon Sparkles, I really want to get started with you.” My lips form into a pout, drawing his gaze back up to my face. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth…my pussy…hell, even my ass if you want.” If nothing else, that last one should get him.
He briefly looks toward the ceiling as if he’s searching for some divine guidance. “Jesus Christ, a man can only take so much,” he mutters.
I smirk. “Jesus ain’t got nothing to do with this, honey. Although, I do hope you’ll have me calling out to God sooner rather than later.”
He sighs. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you’re making that really damn difficult.”
I’m standing right outside his bedroom door now. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman. What I want, is a good, hard fuck until neither one of us can walk. I want to feel you inside of me for days after we’re done.” I give him a coy smile for added effect. The contrast between my words and expression now match the dichotomy between my face and body. The lines are obviously blurring on his end because he’s now less than a foot away. I go in for the kill shot. “Fuck being a gentleman, Gavin. Fuck me instead.”
GAVIN’S TEETH CLASH AGAINST MINE as he moves in for a kiss. We’re both instantly ravenous—I’m clutching his shirt, pulling him closer. The fingers of his one hand twist around my locks while the other hand pushes on my lower back, seeking friction for his straining erection. We’re both breathless, tongues dueling, moaning into each other’s mouth, being consumed by this electric charge that blasts between us.
He wraps his hands around my biceps and turns me away from him. His lips dance over my nape, down my shoulder. Hot breath leaves a path of goose pimples across my over-sensitized flesh. He palms my breasts, one in each hand, molding them as he pulls my back into his chest. I inhale sharply as he rolls my hardened nipples between his fingers. One hand moves down…lower and lower still until he reaches the top of my panties. He pauses for just a moment before sliding between the lace and my heated skin. My knees go weak when he parts my plump, lower lips with his middle finger and begins massaging me in circles.
“Oh, Gavin!”
He tightens his hold when he feels my body turn to putty. “You like that, Red?”
I think I mumble something but I’m not positive. My heart is thundering in my chest. I swear I can hear my pulse drumming in my ears. I can’t recall ever being this turned on before and we’ve barely started. Why does this man and his magic hands have so much power over me?
“Tell me your name and I’ll make it so much better.”
His command jolts me out of my trance and I know that I need to gain control of this situation. I break free from his hold and spin around.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I say as I tug on his shirt.
My distraction seems to have worked because he’s pulling his shirt over his head while I’m unfastening his belt and the top button to his jeans. We both watch as I slide the zipper down, the sound deafening in the silent room. Our eyes meet as I push the denim down to his ankles. He steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side. I take a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me as we both stand here in our underwear.
His chest is chiseled to perfection; better than I imagined. I run my fingers across his pecs, lightly brushing over his nipples. He takes a deep breath when I trace the ridges of his abs down to that little patch of hair that leads to happy places. His dark blue boxers are tented, hinting at the impressive package concealed beneath the cotton. A sliver of heat knifes through me as I run my hand over the bulge, feeling large veins running along the shaft. He jerks beneath me, an automatic response to my touch.
“Fuck, Red,” he gasps.
Needing to see all of him, I peel away the waistband and roll it down. His cock springs free, thick and long, glistening at the tip.
“So pretty,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”
I hum in appreciation. “Oh, you definitely should.”
Gavin hooks his thumbs under the waist of my panties. “Now you’re wearing too many clothes.”
I grip his hands, preventing him from moving. “These don’t come off until the condom is on. I’m always safe; remember?”
I try squashing down the memory of the only time my partner didn’t use a condom and the subsequent nightmare that ensued. I can see the question in Gavin’s eyes but he doesn’t vocalize it. He can probably sense what a flight risk I am if he digs too deep. He nudges me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fall onto the pillow-top mattress. My thighs automatically spread for him, opening myself to his unwavering gaze.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to be creative then.”
Before I can ask him to explain, his head dives between my legs until his wet mouth is directly over my core. His nose burrows into the lace making me tingle in all the right places.
“Jesus, you smell good,” he groans. “So fucking good.”
My eyes close involuntarily as his tongue darts out to lick me from the bottom up, over my underwear. I feel his fingertip skirting up my inner thigh before brushing against the lace. He shifts me so my legs are now hanging over his shoulders, baring me even more. My eyes pop open as I feel him move my panties to the side. I watch as he traces my opening with his finger. Once. Twice. Three times around. And then he takes the pleasure to new heights by plunging his finger in deep while sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as my back arches off the bed.
/>
Gavin pumps his finger in and out, crooking it just the right way to hit that spot. He licks and sucks my swollen flesh and then slips a second finger inside of me. I’m so full it almost aches, but pleasantly so. The pressure is mounting to an impossible degree as he works my body over. His tongue flicks out, over and over, faster and faster, never relenting.
I’m screaming incoherently at this point, not caring about anything other than this moment.
This man.
My need for him.
I’ve had a lot of sex over the years and nothing has felt this good before. Nothing. He slides an arm under my ass, pressing me into his mouth. I’m riding his face unabashedly, so close to release I can taste it. His fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony, driving me to the brink of insanity.
Before I know it, I’m shaking. Imploding. My thighs are clenched around his head. My hips move up and down. I whimper and moan, not wanting this feeling to ever end. I want to cry as I come down, feeling like I just ran an emotional marathon. I’m already spent but Gavin makes it clear we’re just getting started. He moves our bodies to the middle of the mattress, reaches for a drawer on the side table, and removes a foil packet. He sits back on his knees and smiles as he rips it open. His lips are glistening with my arousal; his ears are red from being squeezed. I’m mesmerized as he rolls the latex down his impressive length.
“Condom’s on so these are coming off,” he demands as he rolls my panties down my legs.
I feel him hard and hot against my opening as his torso stretches over mine. He leans down to steal a soft kiss before pulling back and watching me intently as he lines himself up. We never break eye contact as he slides in at an excruciatingly slow pace. Neither of us makes a sound when he’s fully sheathed inside of me. As I’m adjusting to being stretched so wide, we just stare at each other, having a moment of silence.
Of stillness.
Of oneness.
This is so beyond anything physical that I start to panic. I’m desperate for him and that scares the living shit out of me. I can’t bear the thought of severing our connection so I do the only thing I can think of.
“Gavin, I need you to move. Please fuck me. Hard.”
I can see the strain on his face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I nod emphatically. “I just need you to move. Please just move.”
He pulls back and surges forward in one long, hard shove. I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine, kissing him with everything I’ve got. He’s moving now, faster and harder with each thrust. He fills me so completely that I whimper each time he withdraws. My inner walls tighten, trying to keep him locked inside of me.
“Fuck, Red. Fuck! You feel so good. So tight.”
He buries his face in my neck and pulls my legs higher to adjust the angle. I gasp as he goes deeper than I ever thought possible. My fists clench the sheets as he pounds into me again and again. He’s panting. I’m screaming. The bed is creaking ominously. I roll my hips to meet his rhythm and I feel dizzy from the overwhelming ecstasy. I’m close—so close—but I try holding off so I can feel him coming with me. I can tell he’s almost there so I move a bit faster, clutch him a little tighter, until his hands grip my hips almost painfully. He squeezes his eyes shut and I know that the pressure is building, that he’s ready to detonate at any moment.
I curl my ankles together behind his back and pull him into me just a little bit deeper. He groans as he rocks into me, grabbing my face with both hands.
“Look at me, Red.”
My eyes lock onto his hooded lids as I feel him let go. My climax pulses through me at the same time and we fall together. He crashes his mouth into mine and I can’t help but return the desperation. He rolls in and out, slowing his pace more and more as we kiss. Our tempo goes from frantic to leisurely to pure serenity. Gavin stills inside of me as we both catch our breath. After a minute or so, he slides out and falls to his side.
“Holy Mother of God,” he whispers.
“No shit,” I agree.
He turns his head toward me and smiles. “I’ll be right back.” He nods toward his softening erection. “I need to take care of the condom.”
“Okay.”
I watch his muscular ass as he disappears through the ensuite bathroom door. Holy shit! What was that? I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It was so much more than sex. It was fucking extraordinary. I hear running water in the other room and figure that he must be taking a shower. Great time to make an exit, Kat. I hop off the bed to search for my panties. Damn it, where did they go?
“Not that I’m complaining about the view, but what are you doing?”
Shit! I jump as I hear his voice, awareness of my position setting in. I’m on all fours with my bare ass wiggling in the air as I reach under the bed. I sit back on my knees and feel my cheeks heating. “I was looking for my underwear.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I repeat. “Um, because it might be a little drafty outside without them.”
He steps closer and offers his hand to help me stand. He has a wet washcloth clenched in the other fist which I suppose explains the sound I heard. Once I’m fully upright, he pulls my chest against his and wraps me in a bear hug. “Stay the night, Red.”
Another hard rule of mine is no sleepovers, but that doesn’t stop me from sinking into his embrace. He feels too good not to. “I can’t.”
His fingers slowly climb up my spine as he kisses my neck. “I’m not nearly done with you yet. We both still seem perfectly capable of walking.”
I smirk as my earlier words taunt me. “I did say that I wanted to keep going until we couldn’t do that.”
He pulls back with a smile. “You did.” He cups my cheek with his big hand and I can’t help but lean into it. “So you see, we have no choice. You have to stay the night. It’ll easily be dawn before we get to that point.”
I place a kiss on his palm. “Well, I can’t go back on my word.” I sigh dramatically and flop back onto the bed. “Go ahead; ravage me if you must.”
“If you insist.” He launches himself on top of me and begins playfully bouncing the mattress. We both laugh hysterically as the headboard crashes against the wall repeatedly. All humor quickly fades when a certain part of him stirs to life again.
I gasp when I feel his hardness press against my thigh. “Wow, talk about a fast recovery.”
He tugs on my bottom lip. “You seem to have that effect on me.”
I stroke his length from root to tip. “Condom,” I say breathily.
Gavin reaches into the nightstand drawer and withdraws a packet. “I’m on it.”
“Hurry,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”
He sheathes himself and runs his eyes over my body. I swear I can feel his caress through his gaze. “Not as much as I need inside of you, Red.” He pulls my hips toward him and positions himself against my entrance. “Tell me your name or we’re not doing this again.”
“No fair!” I whine.
He rubs the head of his dick against my slit. “I’m serious, Red. As much as I want this, I want your name more. Your real name.”
I whimper in frustration. “Gavin, please!”
He slides in slowly, making both of us groan in pleasure. Cradling my cheeks with both hands he pleads, “I’m not moving until you tell me. Please.”
I mewl as he rubs his thumb over that little bundle of nerves. With his fingers, he brings me to the edge of a slippery slope as he remains completely still inside of me. The pressure is building so high it borders on pain without the release my body so desperately seeks. I arch my back, trying to encourage him to thrust but he holds true to his word.
Our eyes are locked, brown to bright blue, and I have a terrifying realization. This man is everything I don’t want, yet everything I need. No one looks at me the way he does. He sees the damaged parts of me that I work so hard to conceal. The confusing part is that despite this, he looks at me like that doesn’t matter. He loo
ks at me like he can fix me…like he wants to be the one to make me whole again. Is that even possible anymore? I shake my head in denial.
“C’mon, Red,” he coos. “I promise it’ll be okay. Just give me your name and I’ll make you come so hard you won’t have the energy to regret breaking one of your precious rules.”
He pulls out almost completely when I hesitate. I look down to the spot where our bodies are joined. His thick cock is painted in my wetness; my inner folds are parted to receive him. I feel drugged by the erotic picture we make. There’s no other explanation for what happens next.
“Kat…my name is Kat.”
“Kat,” he repeats. He flashes a blinding smile, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “Are you ready to come now?”
I don’t even have a chance to reply before he sinks into me, instantly causing me to shatter.
I STARTLE AWAKE and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. The rising sun slices through the blinds, affording me a view of the man beside me. Gavin sleeps soundly with his heavy arm thrown over my chest. He looks slightly younger and definitely a lot less jaded. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but he’s even more striking. Flashes of last night run through my brain on repeat. My God, this man knows how to fuck. If I truly am only the fourth woman he’s been with, he must’ve had lots of practice with the other three. I frown when a stab of jealously causes my chest to tighten at the thought.
Graphic images of bodies writhing and moaning assault me; memories of the most profound sexual experience of my life. I sigh dreamily thinking about it. What is going on with me? My life isn’t a damn romance novel! I chalk up my ridiculous behavior to the fact that he’s just so damn gifted sexually. I have a sex hangover, plain and simple. I need to get the hell out of here before he wakes up! I’ve never had to deal with an awkward morning after conversation and I don’t intend to start now. I have no idea what time it is, but the daylight tells me that I’d better move my ass.
I slide out from underneath him and slink quietly down to the floor. I hear Gavin shifting and risk a glance to find him rolling onto his side, still snoozing. I never did find my panties but I couldn’t care less as I duck walk out of the bedroom and down the hall. I quickly pull my dress over my head, shove my feet into my boots, and throw my bra into my purse that’s still sitting on the kitchen table. I take one more glance down the hall as I head to the front door. As I step outside without getting caught, I smile to myself victoriously.
