A fire is blazing inside of me. He feels so right. The way his hands tease me, his lips kiss me, and his heart pounds in tune with mine as our chests are flushed together.
Wanting to get closer to him, I step forward but have nowhere to go unless I climb him like a tree. I won’t ruin the moment by toppling us over on the stool. A giggle bubbles up in the back of my throat as the vision of us falling over comes front and center in my mind.
“What’s so funny?” Gavin pulls away just enough to ask the question, his breath against my lips.
I shake my head. “Nothing. Keep kissing me like that.” I smash my lips with his, my tongue probing his lips. Our tongues continue their dance.
Gavin’s hands continue to wander. They move down the curve of my ass to where the top of my thighs meet my butt. His fingers sneak under the hem of my shorts, teasing my skin.
I shiver and press my body to his, needing to feel more. My thighs clench together to create some type of friction.
Gavin pulls back and stares at me. “You’re not wearing underwear,” he states, though his eyebrows lift in surprise.
“I was getting ready to go out, so I just threw this on when I got out of the shower.”
The guttural growl that moves through his chest turns me on even more. “Fuck.” He rubs one hand down his face and stares at me again.
Keeping our eyes locked, he moves his other hand around the inside of the hem. My heart goes wild as I wait for his next move. My chest rises and falls. His finger skims along where my thigh connects with my core.
“You’re wet,” he whispers. “Fucking hot.” His finger runs along my pussy, and I call out, holding on to his shoulders when my legs buckle.
“Don’t stop,” I demand.
One side of his lips lift. Leaning his head forward, his lips kiss the corner of my mouth before trailing kisses down my cheek to my jaw and neck. I angle my head to the side and moan. The roughness of his beard spikes my heated skin.
Gavin swipes his finger over my clit again, pressing down with more force this time yet continuing his teasing.
I arch into him as my breathing grows heavier. His other hand runs up and down from my hip to my ribs. His thumb stops on the side of my breast, and his thumb brushes against my nipple. I shudder, consumed by the sensation of having his hands over my body.
Whether it’s been years or not, Gavin knows where to touch to get a reaction from me.
He moves a finger down my pussy, thrusting into me. I cry out. My entire body is on fire, trembling and heated. He thrusts a second finger, adding pressure and moving in and out of me with determined strokes while he tweaks my nipples through my shirt with his other hand.
I claw at his back, unintelligible words slipping from my lips in gasps. His lips move back up from my neck to my lips, taking me in a deep kiss. Gavin swallows my pleas and does exactly what he knows I need when he rubs his thumb over my clit. In a matter of seconds, I fall apart, pulsing around his fingers.
One of my hands moves down to his lap, rubbing my palm against his hard cock. I need to feel him. Blindly, I undo his belt just as my orgasm hits me, pausing my movements as I throw my head back in bliss.
“Gorgeous,” Gavin states, and he slows his fingers as I come down from my climax.
Stunned into silence, I continue to remove the buttons and slide down the zipper on his jeans. Gavin places his hand over mine before I can reach for him.
“You don’t have to.”
I look into his eyes and lean in for a slow kiss. “I want to,” I murmur against his lips.
Dropping to my knees, Gavin’s eyes widen before his hands tangle in my hair, and I take him in my mouth. Who cares if we’re a few minutes late to meet our friends?
Gavin
I wasn’t prepared to see Sutton on her knees before me. Let alone to watch her take my dick in her mouth and suck me to the brink of orgasm. She wouldn’t let up, even when I warned her I wasn’t going to last.
After years of not feeling a woman, it was embarrassing how quickly I came. She didn’t make me feel self-conscious. She didn’t give me time to overthink. She stood and kissed me in a long and deep kiss before skipping away to get cleaned up and dressed.
She’s an unexpected angel with that blonde hair and beautiful smile. I’m under her charm, wrapped up in her with no way out. Talking throughout the week only fueled my need to see her. When I read her message, I knew I’d move heaven and earth to see her tonight, even if in public with our friends.
We walk into Clarke’s holding hands. Sutton walks in confidence, wearing tight jeans that hug her ass and a white button-down blouse. She left a few of the top buttons undone, but I’ll make sure I’m the only one that will get a glimpse of her.
“What did I miss?” Lia looks between us. “Is this what happens when I’m pregnant and home with morning sickness? How did I miss you two becoming an item?” She crosses her arms and glares at us then at Axel.
“Don’t look at me. This is news to me, too. I’ve been holding your hair back during said morning sickness.” He lifts his hands in surrender.
Lia smiles at him and leans in for a kiss. “You’re the
