EIGHTEEN
GAVIN HAD A BOUQUET
OF FLOWERS IN HIS HAND WHEN he went to Elizabeth’s condo. It had
been almost a week since he’d seen her, and he missed her so much
he ached inside.
Now he stood at her
door with flowers in his hand. How ridiculous was that? He wasn’t a
flowers kind of guy. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s, maybe, especially
if there was going to be some hard partying involved. But flowers?
Not unless it was Mother’s Day and he was going to see his
mom.
He thought about
going back to his car and tossing the flowers in the backseat.
She’d laugh.
Fuck it. He rang the
doorbell.
She answered a few
seconds later, a bright smile on her face.
God, she looked good
in a black sundress with tiny yellow print on the fabric. High
heels of course. And her hair was down.
She glanced at the
bouquet and her smile brightened. She lifted her gaze to his. “You
brought me flowers.”
“Yeah.”
She grabbed his free
hand and pulled him inside, shut the door, wrapped her hand around
the nape of his neck, and put her lips on his, sending him into a
quick buzz of arousal. All he’d done for the past week was think
about her—her smell, her taste, the way her lips and her body moved
against him. He thought about her smile, her laugh, the way they
argued with each other, and how much she irritated
him.
She tasted like mint
and wine, and he sucked in a breath at the same time he was gut
punched by how much he’d missed her. He swept his arm around her
and pulled her close, his body and his mind swamped with sensation
and emotion.
When she pulled
back, she licked her lips and took the flowers from his hand, laid
them on the table next to the door and wound both her arms around
him.
“I probably
shouldn’t tell you this, but all I’ve done is think about
you.”
He liked hearing it.
“Why shouldn’t you tell me? I’ve thought about you, too. I think
you probably have about fifty text messages from me.”
She shuddered out a
sigh. “I know. I saved them all. I feel like a teenager. How
pathetic am I?”
“I should probably
just dump my balls into your hand.”
“I should hand over
my feminist card because they’re going to kick me out of the
club.”
He laughed, swept
her into his arms, and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. It
was still early enough that sunlight streamed in through the gauzy
curtains at her windows. He stood her in front of them and admired
the halo of light around her hair.
God, he was poetic
now. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he might cry like a
girl.
“I know you dressed
all pretty for me, and you look great, but I’m going to strip your
dress off and get you naked and messy.”
She moved closer,
wriggled against him. “Oooh. Can’t wait.”
He pulled the straps
of the dress down her arms and reached behind to unzip it. It
floated to the floor and she stepped out of it.
It was a good thing
he was a young guy with a strong heart, because she wore a black
and yellow bra with matching panties. Christ, even her shoes
matched. She fell onto the bed and spread her legs, leaving those
dangerous heels on.
Gavin stepped
forward and skimmed his hands along her calves and thighs, lifting
her legs to get a look at her shoes.
“You buy underwear
to match your shoes now?”
She giggled.
“Sometimes.”
“You never fail to
surprise me, woman.”
“I hope
not.”
He swept his hands
down her legs, so smooth and soft, then laid them back on the bed,
spreading them apart so he could stand between them. She planted
her heels in the side slat of the bed and lifted her hips to
him.
He slid his thumb
over the bright yellow and black silk of her panties, found her
clit. She hissed as he brushed his thumb back and forth over the
hard bud; she let out a soft cry when he tucked his fingers under
the lace to touch her soft flesh. When he moistened his fingers
with her juices and circled her clit, her hand shot around his
wrist.
“There. Right there.
Don’t stop.”
He rubbed the bud
back and forth, and she arched against him, dancing against his
finger.
“Gavin, I need to
come. I’ve held off all week just waiting for you.”
There was such power
in a woman demanding to be pleasured. But he wanted to taste her,
wanted to peel off her panties and bury his face between her legs.
That’s how he wanted her to come.
He pulled his
fingers away and she whimpered, but when he drew her panties down
her legs, her eyes blazed emerald fire.
She lifted up on her
elbows and widened her legs for him, panting as he shouldered his
way between them.
“Yes. Lick me. Make
me come.”
She reached for his
head and slid her fingers in his hair, pulling him down to her
pussy.
Oh, yeah. She really
needed it. Her desperation made his dick pound, because that meant
she’d waited for him, that she needed him. The ego boost made him
want to slide his cock inside her, made his need to come almost as
strong as hers.
But Elizabeth was
going to come first.
He swiped his tongue
along her soft flesh, inhaling the sweet aroma of her arousal,
licking every secret fold as he made his way to the tight button
that would rocket her into a climax. She tensed, lifted her butt
off the mattress, and shoved her pussy against his
face.
“Please,” she
murmured. Her back arched, and her knuckles were white with
strain.
He swept his arms
under her legs and lifted her pussy, then drove his tongue inside
her, fucking her with long strokes, using every part of his face to
rub against her. When he felt her shaking, when he knew she was
close, he swept his tongue across her pussy lips and up to her
clit, then covered it with his lips and sucked, sending her over
the edge.
She came with a wild
cry, bucking against his face and tearing at the sheets. He loved
watching her come apart, her sweet flavor filling his mouth, and
knowing he could give her this release. And when she finally
settled, he crawled up her body, peppering it with light kisses,
giving her time to catch her breath.
He leaned over her,
and she took a big breath, sighed, then grinned up at
him.
“That might have
been worth waiting a week for.”
He arched a brow.
“We’re not done.”
GOOD GOD. WHAT A
WELCOME-HOME PRESENT. ELIZABETH was certain she’d just had the best
orgasm of her life.
Then again, every
orgasm Gavin gave her always seemed like the very best she’d ever
had.
He was the best
she’d ever had. No surprise there. Maybe being in love with someone
upped the climax factor. She’d always heard sex was better with
someone you loved. She’d just never believed it.
Now she
did.
One orgasm down, and
his hair brushed her belly. She slid her hands in the lush softness
of it. She loved his hair, could never tire of running her fingers
through it.
He bent over her and
licked her breasts around the lacy cups of her bra.
“Mmm, that’s nice,”
she murmured.
And when he surged
forward and took the strap of her bra between his teeth and dragged
it over her shoulder, she felt herself melting, desire screaming to
life.
If that wasn’t the
sexiest damn thing, especially when he grabbed the other bra strap
and did the same thing, then reached underneath her, popped the
clasp like a champion, and pulled the bra from her body—again with
his teeth.
Yowza.
He moved to her neck
and kissed her there, then dragged his tongue across her throat,
down her collarbone, and to her breasts. He licked her nipples,
sucked them, took her breasts in his hands and used his fingers,
his thumbs, his mouth on them until every nerve ending in her body
screamed to the heavens.
Dear God, she had
goose bumps.
She felt . . .
worshipped.
He left her only
long enough to strip off his clothes, then came back to the bed and
sat. He dragged her to a sitting position on his lap, his cock hard
as he pulled her on top of him. She wound her legs around him, and
his cock naturally fit right where her pussy was—how convenient was
that?
“Slide on me. Fuck
me,” he said, his voice raspy and hoarse, as if he’d been holding
back and just couldn’t anymore.
She liked that,
didn’t want to be the only one on the brink.
She put her hands on
his shoulders and slid onto his cock, watching it disappear inside
her inch by inch.
It was always at
this moment that she stilled. That moment when he was all the way
inside her, thickening, pulsing, right before he started to move
within her. Every nerve ending was completely in tune with his, and
she could come right now. But she calmed her body, forced it to
wait for the big moment, because it was going to be even better if
she just had the patience to wait it out.
And then he began to
move, and so did she. He moved backward and she slid forward, a
seesaw of thrust and slide. His hand was on her ass and she held on
to his shoulders as they fucked in tandem, a perfect rhythm. She
watched where they were connected, leaning back far enough to see
his cock slide in and out of her. A voyeur’s view of fucking—of
them fucking, which only ratcheted up the sensations.
And when she lifted
her gaze to his, saw the lines of tension on his face, the focus
and the hunger that matched hers, she dug her nails into his
shoulders and rocked forward with a furious thrust, slamming her
body onto his cock. His gaze narrowed, and he pushed back against
her, driving into her deeply, giving back what she’d given him. She
gasped, leaned back, and he powered into her again, harder this
time.
She dug her heels
into his buttocks, then reached down and rubbed her
clit.
“Fuck,” he said,
watching as she got herself off.
She felt the
tightening, the pulses that thundered through every nerve ending,
and knew she was going to come.
“Yeah, baby, that’s
it, come on me.”
“Oh, Gavin,” she
whimpered, then fell, her orgasm squeezing his cock with waves of
pleasure that catapulted her into waves of ecstasy. He took her
mouth as he drove deep inside her, and she savored the moment of
her climax with his lips on hers and the depth of emotion that
carried her to a place she’d never been before, to a wholeness
she’d never felt with any other man.
After, he held her,
the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in each other as
if neither one of them wanted to let go.
He kissed her
shoulder and her neck, nibbled on her ear, which made her
laugh.
“I’m hungry,” he
finally said.
“How about
pizza?”
He leaned back.
“You’re cooking me pizza?”
“Ha. Fat chance. I’m
ordering pizza.”
They dressed and
went downstairs, ordered pizza and ate. Halfway through the meal
Elizabeth remembered the flowers Gavin had brought her. She jumped
up and grabbed them from the entryway and brought them into the
kitchen where they were sitting.
“They’re really
lovely, Gavin. Thank you for these.”
“You’re
welcome.”
She dragged a
crystal vase down from on top of the refrigerator and put the
flowers in water, then set them on top of her kitchen
table.
GAVIN LIKED WATCHING
ELIZABETH AT HOME. HE’D been here a couple of times for client
parties, but she’d been “on” then. Now she was relaxed, wasn’t
entertaining clients.
They finished the
pizza and moved into the living room.
She had an enormous
condo, and as they settled on the couch, Gavin remembered his
surprise the first time he’d seen her big-screen television and
several game consoles.
“Drink?” she
asked.
“Whiskey is
good.”
She went over to the
bar on one of the side walls and fixed him a drink, refilled her
wine from the wine bar in there, then brought both over, sliding
her game remote to the side.
“Playing Major
League Baseball on your Xbox?”
She gave him a
shrug. “PlayStation has a better game, actually. And I like to see
what’s out there and where my players are being
showcased.”
He grabbed a seat
and picked up a controller. “Bullshit. You’re a competitive bitch
and you like to win.”
She laughed. “You
know way too much about me.”
In no time at all
they were deep in a game, nudging each other and calling out
obscenities when one would get a hit or score a run.
Elizabeth was
laughing so hard she struck out—twice.
“Dammit. You’re
deliberately sabotaging my game.”
“Not my fault you
suck at baseball.”
She kicked him. “I
do not suck at baseball. I’ll have you know my team has gone to the
World Series three times.”
“Obviously, you
cheat.”
She lifted her chin.
“I never cheat. I’m just that good.”
He tossed the
controller on the table and went after her. She shrieked and tried
to get away, but he grabbed her and threw her facedown on the sofa,
covering her body with his. “That good, huh?”
She let her
controller drop to the ground. “Mmm hmmm. That good.”
“Show me how good
you are.”
“Tell me what you
want.”
His body covering
hers, all hard muscle yet not overpowering, caused her nipples to
pucker, especially when she felt his cock begin to harden against
her butt.
She was that easy to
arouse. Her pussy dampened at the thought of Gavin taking her like
this on her sofa. Right now.
“Anything?”
Oh, God. Yes.
“Anything.”
He jerked her dress
up. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on.
“What if I want to
fuck your ass, Elizabeth?”
Her clit quivered.
She rubbed it against the couch.
“Does that excite
you?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been
fucked in the ass before?”
“No.”
He reached between
them and spread her ass cheeks, his finger dancing between them.
Just that light touch excited her.
She’d give him
anything.
“Do you want me to
fuck your ass?”
She could hardly
breathe. Excitement drilled her, aroused her, made her want to rub
her clit right now and come. “Yes. Fuck it.”
“Where’s your
lube?”
“Upstairs. Left-side
drawer.”
“I’ll be right back.
Get on your knees on the floor.”
While he was gone,
she slid onto the floor and spread her legs, waiting, her heart
pounding in anticipation. She slid her hand between her legs and
started rubbing her clit, unable to resist slipping two fingers
inside her pussy to fuck herself.
God, she was so
turned on just thinking of Gavin pumping his cock in her ass she
could come in a minute or two.
Gavin came down the
stairs and stood there, watching her.
“God, you’re
beautiful. Are you fucking yourself?”
“Yes. I couldn’t
wait.”
“Don’t come yet. Not
until I’m in your ass.”
“Hurry.”
He moved behind her
and dropped his pants. She kept up the rhythm of her fingers on her
clit, the tension and excitement mounting.
Gavin spread her ass
cheeks and applied lube over her anus, then rubbed his fingers back
and forth over her hole, teasing her, sliding a finger partially
inside her. The pressure was intense, exciting, and nothing like
what she expected. She wanted him to fuck her.
“Gavin. That feels
so good.”
“I’m going to make
you come hard tonight with my cock in your ass.”
She shuddered and
bent all the way over. “Shove your finger inside me. All the way.
Let me feel it.”
He slid his finger
in, and she convulsed, pulled her own fingers out of her pussy. It
would have been so easy to come right then. The sensation of having
his finger in her ass and her fingers in her pussy was
tremendous.
Double fucked. She
wanted to be double fucked. Her fingers and his cock.
She was going to
come so hard.
“Do it. Fuck me.
Now.”
He poured more lube
on her ass, then she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. Gavin
leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.
“I’ll go slow and
easy. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop. You control
this, okay?”
“Yes.”
She felt his cock
head at the entrance to her anus. He probed, pushed past the
muscled entrance. It burned, but oh, it was a sweet burn as she
continued to lightly rub her fingers over her clit. She took some
of the lube that had dripped down her pussy and swiped it over the
tortured nub, taking herself right to the edge again. And as he
pushed his cock inside her, she shoved her fingers in her pussy
again.
She felt him pulse
as he stilled, letting her get used to his thickness. But she
wanted to feel him move inside her.
“Gavin, fuck
me.”
“Your ass is so
tight, Elizabeth. It’s squeezing my cock. Do you know how good it’s
going to be when we both come?”
She strummed her
clit faster, fucked her pussy with three fingers. She was moaning,
sweating, out of her mind with a primal hunger that left her
senseless. She’d never felt so full before. His cock was thick and
hot in her ass as he eased in and out, thrusting against her with a
gentle rhythm.
But as her orgasm
tunneled ever closer, she didn’t want slow and easy.
“Harder. Fuck me
hard, Gavin. Make it hurt.”
“You sure that’s
what you want?”
“Yes! Now fuck me
and come in me.”
He reared back and
slammed his cock into her ass. She screamed and thrust her fingers
deep into her pussy and drove the heel of her hand against her
clit. As he glued his hips against her buttocks, she felt her
oncoming climax and bucked back against him.
“I’m coming,
Gavin.”
“And I’m going to
come in your ass right . . . now.”
He powered his cock
inside her and then burst, yelling out with his orgasm. She tilted
her head back and cried out as she climaxed, convulsing on his cock
as they both came apart at the same time, both of them shuddering
against each other.
It was wild, out of
control, nearly unbearable in its intimacy as he took her to a
place she’d never been, the sensations jackknifing through her like
fire searing every nerve ending. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even
breathe as she collapsed in utter exhaustion.
It had been an
amazing experience being this close to him, giving him something
she’d never given another man. And he’d been right there with her
the entire time—holding her, kissing her, his hands all over her
body.
And now that it was
over, Gavin leaned over and kissed her back, withdrew, then lifted
her up as if she were a weightless feather. He carried her upstairs
and deposited her in the bathroom and turned the shower on. He was
so tender with her, washing every inch of her body, then helping to
dry her off. She put on a T-shirt and panties, and they climbed
into bed and watched a movie together. When she woke, it was one in
the morning, and Gavin was sprawled on his stomach, one foot
hanging off the bed.
She wanted him in
her bed every night.
Every night
forever.
Why couldn’t she
just tell him that? Why couldn’t she tell him she loved
him?
She knew why.
Because things were light and fun between them right now. Oh, sure,
he told her he missed her, and he did spend all his time with her.
And as far as she knew, he wasn’t seeing anyone else.
But love? That was a
whole different animal.
And permanence? She
just didn’t see it between her and Gavin.
She snuggled up
against him, and he rolled over onto his side and pulled her
against him, wrapping his arm around her.
They belonged
together. She knew it.
But did
he?
She was too afraid
to ask him.
Sometimes it was
best to not say anything at all.