Chapter 31
31
SOPHIE
W hen Gavin and the band left Los Angeles to fulfill the rest of their commitments, Sophie realized that her declaration to the Rolling Stone reporter about everything being okay would be tested immediately. Their separation meant that though they had just made the ultimate commitment to each other, they were also in a long-distance relationship. It was jarring. One minute, she was basking in the attention of her fiancé, and the next she was craving a text or random phone calls from him.
It was late one night a few weeks after Gavin left that she asked about his history with groupies and the continuing temptation they would be. It was uncomfortable to acknowledge that her fiancé had been with a slew of women over the last two years. She also knew that asking a twenty-year-old rock singer to give up being with anyone else was a ridiculous expectation and wanted to acknowledge it.
“I want no one but you,” Gavin told her. “I think of no one but you. Darlin’, I’m absolutely obsessed with you.”
“That’s easy to say when it’s only been a few weeks since you’ve gone without?—”
“Listen, I understand there are consequences to this commitment. I know it’s not always going to be easy, but it’s going to be okay. I promise you, sweet girl.”
She smiled, but the ache for him was only slightly tempered.
“I miss you, baby,” she said quietly.
“I miss you something desperate, too. Which is why, I think it’d be a very good idea for you to jump on a plane and meet me.”
“Meet you? When? Where?” She sat up straighter. Because of his busy schedule and her needing to work out her school transfer, they hadn’t planned to see each other again until she moved to Dublin.
“This weekend. We’ll be in New York City for the MTV Awards show. I told you about that, didn’t I?”
He had. He’d been giddy with the news that they’d be both performers and nominees. It was their first awards show and a big deal.
“I can have Jamie arrange a plane ticket for you, yeah? Come see me, darlin’. I need you.”
Her eyes teared up at the prospect of seeing him again. She nodded and smiled. “I can’t wait.”
When Gavin greeted Sophie in the lobby of his Manhattan hotel, he held her so tightly she felt dizzy. And when he released her it was only slightly so that he could kiss her.
“I can’t tell you how much I missed you, darlin’,” he breathed into her neck.
“Oh, tell me, tell me!” she said with a laugh.
He looked into her eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “You’re it, Sophie. You’re the one.”
His simple declaration revealed his unwavering and absolute certainty about their reunion, and it mirrored her feelings as well. It sent relief and joy coursing through her body. But instead of letting herself be overcome by the emotion of the moment, she changed the subject to something she knew he would have no trouble resisting.
With a mischievous smile, she grabbed his hips and said, “You’d better take me somewhere private—and quick. I’ve had five hours on that plane to think about naughty things.”
“Good Christ,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I do love you.”
“Show me how much,” she whispered into his ear as they stepped into the elevator.
He responded by dropping her bag to the floor, pulling her body hard against his with an arm around her waist, cupping her cheek with his other hand, and kissing her deeply.
“Oh, uh, maybe?—“
They broke apart to find a woman with her young son hesitating to join them in the elevator.
“Apologies,” Gavin said. He waved an arm to indicate they should step in.
Once they had and the doors closed, the woman turned her back to them. But the boy, about six years old, kept facing them, looking up at Sophie with a slightly opened mouth.
“I know what you mean,” Gavin said to the kid. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, too.” He gave him a wink and the kid broke out into a grin.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“Nathan, leave them be,” the woman said curtly.
“Even better, lad. She’s my fiancée . That means I’m going to marry her and make her mine forever.”
“Wow,” the boy breathed.
“Let’s go, Nathan,” the woman said as the doors opened on their floor.
The kid had to be tugged out while he kept his eyes on Sophie. She smiled and waved at him.
When the doors closed, Gavin pulled her close again. “That kid is going to fantasize about blondes in lifts for the rest of his life,” he said before pressing his lips to hers once more.
“All I want is to be your fantasy,” she told him.
He moaned and bit her bottom lip. “You have no fucking idea, darlin’.”
The doors opened on their floor and he reluctantly pulled away so he could retrieve her bag. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her so quickly to his room that she giggled at his impatience.
Not that she didn’t feel the very same need to be with him. Their time in Los Angeles had been so brief. They’d barely gotten reacquainted and definitely hadn’t been sated.
As soon as they were inside his room, they reached for each other, pulling at clothes, lips and tongues desperately exploring, and hands roaming feverishly.
“Wait,” Sophie said breathlessly. “Maybe I should take a quick shower. I’ve been on a plane for?—“
“After. I need you now.”
They were stripped down to their underwear and it was clear by the sizable bulge straining against his boxer briefs that he had no desire to wait a second longer. To press the point, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up so that she wrapped both her arms and legs around him.
She didn’t notice he had carried her past the bed until she felt cool glass against her bare back. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see traffic moving like a miniature display some twenty-six floors below. And then there were the other skyscrapers crowding the view.
Could there be someone looking into their room at this very moment? Someone getting an unexpected sexy show? She wasn’t sure about continuing, even though Gavin was tempting her with kisses along the hollow of her neck. Then it occurred to her that he may have been eager for this very scenario.
“Was this one of your fantasies?” she asked.
He released her gently so that she stood and looked into her eyes. But instead of saying anything, he slowly dragged his thumb across her bottom lip until she opened her mouth and took it in.
There was no question what he wanted, what his fantasy was. She turned them so they were in profile to the window and dropped to her knees, pulling his boxer briefs down with her.
His erection sprang free and she spent a minute using both hands to stroke him from his swollen tip to his tight balls. She looked up at him while licking his pre-cum.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
The look on his face of ecstasy bordering on agony made her smile because she hadn’t even started yet. She quickly removed her bra and then guided his throbbing cock over the hard ridges of her nipples before taking him deep into her mouth.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting slightly. It was enough to send a tingle down her neck, but not enough to hurt. She knew that wasn’t what this was about with him. He would never hurt her. And all she wanted was to fulfill everything he needed. Every emotional need. Every sexual desire. Everything.
“Sophie … Jesus, you’re so fucking good.”
She watched his face go slack as she sucked him, rhythmically working her tongue over his tip as she pulled him almost all the way out before fitting him into the back of her throat as she took him in as far as she could. He was incredibly vulnerable in this position, so dependent on her movements. It completely turned her on and she moaned in pleasure with each thrust, with his increasing helplessness under her touch, his dependence on the heat and pressure of her mouth.
It was mostly instinct on her part. She wasn’t especially experienced with this, but she was in tune with him and soon she had him tensing, groaning in pleasure, and then she was swallowing him down.
He pressed a hand to the glass, leaning hard against it for a moment before recovering enough to take her hand and stagger over to the bed. Pushing her down, he buried his face between her legs. His tongue did wondrous things to her, alternating between teasing her clit and pushing deep into her.
“Gavin,” she whimpered as she neared her peak.
That only made him moan and focus more intently on her clit. She felt heat break and spread throughout her core as she came. The waves hadn’t faded yet when he pulled away and rummaged for something at the nightstand. A moment later, he was leaning over her again, sliding into her, hard and ready to go all over again before she’d barely caught her breath.
He pulled her legs up over his shoulders, pushing so deep that she cried out.
“Yes, let me hear you,” he growled. “Let me hear what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
She hesitated before brushing off her shyness. “I want you to fuck me hard, baby.”
His smile was full of lust as he pulled away and grabbed her waist, flipping her over and pulling her onto her hands and knees. He did as she had asked, fucking her hard until she could feel her walls tightening around him once again, so close to coming.
“Baby,” she breathed.
Before she could say anything more, he reached around and pushed two fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily for a minute before he then used his lubricated fingers on her throbbing sex, bringing her to another orgasm within seconds.
“I love the sound of you coming, especially when my dick is in you,” he told her.
She pushed back against him, flicking her hips and making him groan. He squeezed her ass before spanking one cheek and then the other.
“Keep going, darlin’. Keep fucking me like that.”
Even though she did what he asked, it wasn’t enough. He grabbed her wrists, using them to pull her arms back and brace her as he fucked her hard until his own orgasm left him panting and spent.
When he released her, she collapsed onto the bed while he quickly cleaned up before joining her again. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nuzzled into his neck and nodded.
“We’ve never gone that hard before. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, it’s just what I wanted. What I asked for.”
“You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to have a lifetime more of you, darlin’.”
Looking up, she smiled and then kissed him. “I’m your first and last groupie.”
“You’re my everything,” he said, pulling her even closer to him.