by Jamie Begley
They listened to Sam Smith sing “Fire on Fire.” The sensual words and voice were heightened by the hedonistic way Gavin watched every move her body made with his.
“Delaying the inevitable won’t make it any easier.” Gavin lowered his head to lick her bottom lip.
“Maybe not, but it’s making me feel better.”
“Why? Because we’re surrounded by all these people?” Gavin’s lips curled in a smile that went right to her crotch. “With one snap of my fingers, I could have those you think will protect you cleared out. No one would lift a hand to stop me from laying you on the pool table and unzipping that tiny skirt to find out how wet you are.”
Ginny’s breathing escalated.
Keeping her hand twisted behind her back, he used his other hand to stroke a fingertip across the tops of her exposed breasts. Goosebumps appeared beneath his touch.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.”
“I was hoping you would give me a different answer. Was wearing this sexy little bit of nothing the bravest thing you planned to do tonight, Nymph?”
Ginny averted her gaze and saw Fat Louise dancing with Cade. She looked at her for help. All she got back was a thumbs-up as the woman stared at Gavin with limpid pools of desire, as if he were cotton candy on a stick. The saddest part was that Ginny agreed—he was like cotton candy; once you touched him, you wanted more.
“I didn’t have a plan,” she denied. Liar. Liar. Her pants were on fire. Lord, forgive her. Her body whole body was, and there wasn’t a fire extinguisher in the whole room. Her ride or die friends had either left or were ogling Gavin, as fixated on his every movement as she was.
Gavin slid a hand up her chest to her neck to curl around the back of her neck. “How did you get to the church this morning?”
Why did she feel as if she was about to walk over a bed of scorching coals?
“Moon gave me a ride.”
“How was your first ride?”
She didn’t like the way he was asking his questions. They seemed casual, but he was staring at her like a wolf anticipating jumping on his prey.
“Don’t tell Moon—I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings—but it was boring. I could have walked there faster and had more fun.”
“You just saved Moon’s life.”
Ginny frowned. “You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
No, he definitely did not look like he was joking.
“Have you ever seen any of the other wives riding on the back of the brothers’ bikes to whom they aren’t married?”
“No, but I—”
“Doesn’t matter if they are married or not. It’s who the women belong to, ring or not. You belong to me; your ass doesn’t belong on any brother’s bike. Only mine.”
“I needed a ride, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I asked for whoever was watching me to take me. He did. How we got there is irrelevant.”
“It’s relevant to me. Your first time on a bike belonged to me, just like the first time you fucked belonged to me. You know something else? For the rest of your life, all your firsts belong to me.”
“Riding a motorcycle for the first time isn’t like having sex for the first time.”
“That’s because you haven’t ridden with me.”
How could discussing something as simple as a motorcycle ride leave her crotch melting?
Gavin wasn’t like cotton candy; he was cotton candy. The naughty images he invoked were sticking in places that had her pelvis unconsciously rubbing across his as the music dipped lower.
“Are you done playing this game, or can we go upstairs and fuck?”
Indecision about what to do next had her wanting to stay exactly where she was. Unconsciously, she bit her lip, thinking about the advice she had been given. Could she actually do it?
“I’m ready.”
Gavin dropped his arm from her neck to hook around her waist. Each step felt as if she were being led to the guillotine. As they slowly climbed the steps, Gavin dropped his hand to the curve of her ass. Suki ran in front them and down the hallway, patiently waiting for them.
Opening the door, Ginny let Suki run in first before going inside. Moving farther into the room, Ginny then turned to face the door, seeing Gavin shutting it. Staring into her eyes, he locked the door.
Unconsciously, Ginny took a step back. She couldn’t do this.
Feeling overwhelmed by the overt sexual intent he was displaying toward her was hard for a woman like her to take. Men didn’t normally look at her like they wanted to rip her clothes off and have their way with her.
Damn, Sex Piston was good. Too good. She had no idea what to do with the man who was stalking toward her like a lion entering his den. She could only do what she’d been advised.
The thought bubble broke when Gavin reached out to grab her by the throat, backstepping her to the bed. Ginny’s eyes frantically went around the room. Alighting on Suki, she debated calling for the dog that had sprawled out onto the dog bed, closing her eyes.
Reading her mind, he gave a satisfied smile. “Don’t. I’ll call Moses, and I’ll give her back.”
Ginny didn’t call for Suki. Gavin wasn’t hurting her. While he was holding her neck, it wasn’t tight and she could easily break free.
“Feel like playing a game?”
She really didn’t.
Why ask for advice if you’re not going to take it? she railed at herself.
Because Gavin is scaring the bejesus out of me, the saner part of her brain yelled back.
“What kind of game?”
“You have to do everything I say when it’s my turn.” Gavin hooked a finger over the zipper of her top. Ginny felt her heart race when he stroked his knuckle over the skin between her breasts. “Everything.”
“What do I do when it’s my turn?”
“The same. I’ll do everything you say.”
“What do I win?”
“The winner gets to set the punishment.”
“What if I really don’t want to do something you tell me to do?”
“Then say … nutcracker. The person who says it first loses. Any more questions?”
“No.”
“So”—Gavin slid her zipper down a centimeter—“are you ready to play with me?”
“Sure.” Ginny swallowed hard. “Why not?”
Gavin’s lips curled into the smile that made her both frightened and excited. She was really beginning to dread that smile.
“Who gets to go first?”
“First time player always gets to go first.” Gavin removed his hand from her clothes and her neck. Giving her a mocking bow, he swept his arm in front of him. “What would you like me to do?”
Ginny licked her lips. Taking a glance at the clock, she committed the time to memory. She had a feeling, during this game, seconds could be a matter of winning and losing.
She would start with something easy. “Take your shirt off.”
Gavin brought his hand behind his back to grab the material and pull his shirt off.
“Take your shoes and socks off.”
Gavin went to the bottom of the bed to sit, removing his shoes and socks. Then he stood.
Ginny moved to stand in front of him. “Kiss me.”
Obediently, Gavin kissed her.
Wrapping her good arm around his neck, Ginny began to relax. This wasn’t so bad. She could really get into this game. Pulling her mouth teasingly away to nibble on his earlobe, she then moved to his chest to lick each of his nipples. She was having a field day having Gavin at her command. How had she never heard of this game before?
Slowly, Ginny unbuckled his leather belt, her mouth going dry in excitement, anticipating touching his cock.
“Time.”
Blinking, Ginny looked at the clock. Realizing she had gotten carried away when kissing him, she removed her hand away from his pants to step back.
Expecting him to command her to remove her clothes, she was
surprised when he told her to carry the desk chair to the middle of the room. Following his instructions, she waited for his next command.
Gavin sat down on the chair. “Go sit on the bed, facing me.”
Ginny sat on the bed.
“Pull you skirt up without standing up.”
Her blood began rushing through her veins like white water rapids. With one arm in the sling, Ginny had to take turns twisting her skirt to raise it, exposing the black panties underneath. The task accomplished, Ginny looked at Gavin, whose legs were sprawled out in front of him.
“Take off your panties.”
Ginny gave an internal groan. Using the same tiring method, Ginny removed her panties. She had just slid her panties off when Gavin called time.
Ginny knew she was in trouble when realization struck; he had timed the two tasks to the second.
Ginny lost precious seconds trying to decide what she wanted him to do next.
“Sit straight.”
Immediately, Gavin straightened in his chair.
Raising from the bed, she brazenly strolled toward him, as she had been advised. Leaning forward, she gave him her next order. “Unzip my top.”
Gavin slowly unzipped her top.
“Take it off.”
Gavin pulled the leather top off.
“Take my bra off.”
Gavin leaned forward to wrap his arms around her sides to unhook her bra.
Was she going to be brave and make him do what she wanted? Yes, she was.
“Lick my nipples.”
Gavin began licking her nipples.
Be bold, Ginny.
“Bite my nipples … gently,” Ginny hastened to add. Pain had never been her strong suit.
She brought her hand to his shoulder, steadying himself. Her knees felt as if they were about to crumble.
Be bold, flashed through her mind again.
Moving forward, Ginny straddled Gavin. She barely managed to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head at the exquisite sensations as his cloth-covered cock nestled under her crotch. Winding her arm around his neck, she wanted to tell him to kiss her but was afraid she would lose track of time again.
“My turn.”
Ginny’s eyes flew to the clock. Damn. She was going to have to do better with time management.
“Stand up.”
Ginny made a face at him. She was happy where she was.
Gavin stood, walking to the bed, then climbed onto it, laying down sideways on the bed. “Get on the bed, Ginny.”
Ginny lay down sideways like he had done.
Folding his arms under his head, he gave his next order. “Sit on my face.”
Ginny hesitated, wary of following his order. Gavin had never let her on top, regardless of what they were doing.
“I’m adding two minutes to my time … three ….”
Ginny moved before she lost any more time.
Slowly, she lowered her crotch to his face, nervously watching his reaction until his tongue ran amok. This time, she wasn’t able to prevent her eyes from rolling backward.
Ginny couldn’t have cared less about time as she felt desire skyrocket from her clit, mind-numbing ecstasy beckoning.
“Your turn.”
Blinking owlishly, on the edge of an orgasm, her throbbing pussy had her mind unable to form a thought.
Gavin turned his head to kiss the inside of her thigh. “May I make a suggestion? You could say make me come.”
“Yes,” she nearly screeched in happiness at the suggestion. “Make me come.”
Bracing her good arm on the mattress, Ginny spent the next twenty-seven minutes enjoying what Gavin could do with his mouth. She was in a middle of the most intense orgasm she’d had when the unimaginable joy was cut short at the dreaded word.
“Time.”
Wanting to cry, Ginny moved off his face.
“Stand on the floor by bed,” he directed. “Place your hand on the bed.”
Doing as he instructed, Ginny put her hand on the bed.
“Move it forward until I tell you to stop.”
Inching her hand forward, she stopped when he told her to. Ginny blushed at the position of her being hunched over the bed with her ass up in the air.
“Use your forearm to hold yourself up. I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
Letting her wrist go slack, Ginny balanced on her good forearm.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
He smoothed his hand over the leather of her skirt before he twisted the skirt upward to her waist. “Don’t move.”
Walking around the bed to the opposite side, his eyes met hers. His hand went to the heavy end of his belt and he jerked the already loosened belt from his pants.
Ginny couldn’t take her eyes off Gavin as he laid the belt in front of her face on the bed, then began removing his pants to fold them before laying them on top of his hamper.
Sauntering back to where she was, Gavin leaned over her back without placing his weight on her, despite their skin touching. Ginny could feel his hard cock nestle between the crack of her ass.
“I am not a jealous man, Nymph,” he whispered in her ear. “But I am a possessive one. I’m not PBS; I don’t give other men free shows of what belongs to me. You knew if I didn’t let you wear that black dress on Sherguevil Island, I wouldn’t want you wearing what you are tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t care whose bright idea it was to wear it, only that you did. Big mistake, Ginny. Big.” Gavin moved his mouth to the curve of her throat, sucking the flesh.
Ginny’s pussy clenched, renewing the fire within that hadn’t been put out.
Gavin wrapped his arm around her waist, then moved it up her chest between her breasts to her shoulder taking her weight off her arm.
The longer he sucked on her neck, the hotter she got.
“Gavin …,” she moaned.
Ginny felt his cock move between her thighs to slide in her damp pussy. Driving his cock in with strong thrusts, Ginny gasped at the force he was using. If he hadn’t braced her, she would have fallen onto the bed.
Pushing back against him, they developed a rhythm that had her pushing her butt back at him as he slammed forward. Gavin started a wildfire that had another orgasm rolling through her.
“Time.”
“No!”
“All you have to do is tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop!”
Her feverous desire stroked higher, building into a conflagration that had her abandoning the idea that there wasn’t a chance in hell of winning this game. When Gavin played, he played to win.
“Time.” Gavin placed her facedown on the bed, sliding his arm out from underneath her.
Ginny then heard the shower start and him calling her name. He was already in the shower with the water coursing over his body.
“Remove your sling and come inside.”
Setting the sling on the sink, Ginny stepped inside the shower.
He washed her meticulously, then moved her under the spray to remove the silky bubbles.
Gavin leaned on the side of shower wall, facing her. “Suck my dick.”
Ginny didn’t move. Gavin never let her touch his cock.
Opening the shower door, she started to get out.
“Are you quitting the game?”
Ginny turned back to him. “You don’t want me to touch you.”
“I don’t ask for what I don’t want. Suck my dick. I have fifteen minutes left. If you don’t make me come in that time, when it’s my turn again, I’m going to fuck you in your ass.”
Ginny went down to her knees.
“I’ve never done this before.” She observed every detail of Gavin’s reaction as she softly grasped his cock as if it were a fragile glass that would shatter if handled too roughly.
“Cover the head with your mouth.”
Obeying him, Ginny watched him, waiting for him to jerk away or be told to stop.
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nbsp; Gavin burrowed his hand through her hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. “When you have a sucker in your mouth, do you think when you suck it or do you just do it?”
She moved her mouth back to his dick. Relaxing when Gavin didn’t jerk his hips away from her, Ginny moved closer to him. As she sucked on his cock, Gavin twisted her hair around, pulling her closer to him. Watching Gavin as she sucked on him was a picture of erotic beauty. The turgid length of his cock, the bulging veins, the taste, it all had been an unknown mystery to her. When his hand went to the other wall to brace himself, he revealed he was close to his orgasm.
“You have two minutes left.”
Removing her mouth from the head of his cock, she licked her way from the top, delicately flicking her tongue before covering the head again.
“Take your mouth off.” The expression on his face was one she was familiar with; Gavin was getting ready to come.
Refusing to remove her mouth, Ginny led him down the same path of bliss that he had taken her down. The incredible elation it gave her to pleasure Gavin this gave her a sense of intimacy that she hadn’t felt before. The water showering down on her disguised the drops of tears that managed to escape through her tightly closed lids. The trust Gavin was giving her was the prize she had worked so hard to attain. When he finished, she lovingly placed gentle kisses on his each of his hips trailing her lips over the tattoos, marking his sleek body.
With a croak in his voice, he reminded her they were still playing. “Stand up. It’s your turn.”
“Dry me and my hair.”
Ginny watched Gavin’s facial expressions as he blow dried her hair.
“Sex Piston may be a bitch from hell, but she did an excellent job of hiding your hair color.” Gavin placed a damp swathe of her hair on his palm to apply the hot air. “You look more like T.A. with this hair color.” Gavin’s eyes met hers in the mirror. The sandy brown hair had streaks of lighter blond within the depths that shone in the lamplight. “Especially with the different eye color. Must have been pain hiding your light under the bushel.”
She had been dreading his reaction to her removing her colored contacts before she came back to the clubhouse. Her blue-green eyes staring back at her from the mirror were darker than Trudy’s. She would never be a raving beauty like Taylor, but she no longer felt as if the woman in mirror was a distorted vision of herself
