Chapter 9 – Alexis
9
We’ve Met Before
Alexis
MY RUSE TO get Gavin naked is pretty obvious, but I don’t really care. I’ve wanted to see this man’s body up close for years, and I would be an absolute fool to waste the chance.
I watch with eager eyes as he slowly reaches behind his head to grip the back of his T-shirt, tugging it up and forward, gaze fixed on my face until the cotton fabric blocks his view. I take the opportunity to soak up every inch of bronzed skin he reveals. I swear there’s muscles on his muscles, each one moving and flexing as he rids himself of the garment and tosses it to the floor.
He moves on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and I swallow hard. Technically, I’ve met his dick before, but I didn’t have the time to really get acquainted with it. I know it’s as big and thick as he is, but I still have to stifle a gasp as the heavy weight of it breaks free from the confines of denim and brief.
The thing is a monster. Without clothing around to somewhat camouflage its size, the full scope of what’s looking me right in the eye is more than intimidating. I know vaginas are made to accommodate entire humans, but that beast looks like it would split me in half.
And I might like it.
Imagining Gavin gripping my hips, his powerful body thrusting all that girth into me, has my thighs trying to clench. But since he’s still positioned between them, all they do is flex against the newly bared skin of his waist.
Gavin shifts around, leaning closer while kicking away the remainder of his clothing, shoes and socks tangled into the same pile. I’m so busy gawking at his dick, the heat of his mouth closing over one of my nipples catches me by surprise. The deep draw against the sensitive peak has my thighs flexing again, arousal flaring like I didn’t just get off.
His skin is warm as the weight of his body presses into me, wide palms sliding up the outside of my thighs and over my hips as he continues teasing my nipple with the same tongue that changed my opinion on oral sex. I didn’t really see why everyone made such a fuss over it.
Now I get it.
“I fucking love your tits, Al.” He palms the weight of one, lifting it to his lips as he switches sides. His other hand is there to catch the one he abandoned, fingers nimbly plucking the wet pucker as his teeth tease against its twin. “I could play with them all night.”
I’m struggling to breathe, but again, I don’t want to pass up an opportunity. “Is that an offer?”
Gavin goes still, his eyes lifting to mine. Seeing him staring at me, mouth full of my breast, body wedged between my thighs, might be almost enough to make me reconsider my ‘no penis in the vagina’ rule. There’s something about the way he’s looking at me that has my stomach twisting in the best possible way. An intensity that makes it seem like I’m all he sees.
“That depends.” The words are even and measured as he turns the question around. “Is that an invitation?”
He doesn’t sound put off by the possibility, but I’m still not quite ballsy enough to say yes, so I counter. “Do you have other plans?”
“Do you?” He comes back at me quickly, putting the ball, once again, in my court. One of us is going to have to nut up, and I guess it’s going to be me.
“No.” I let one hand creep onto his forearm, fingers tracing the line of a bulging vein. “I don’t have any plans.”
Gavin’s eyes slide to my abandoned popcorn on the coffee table before lifting to the television I forgot was playing in the background. “You mean besides watching It’s a Wonderful Life ?”
There’s a hint of judgment in his tone and it has me scoffing.
“ It’s a Wonderful Life is the best Christmas movie, and anyone who doesn’t watch it is a miserable Scrooge.”
He angles a brow, lips twitching on a hint of a smile. “Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you my plans for the evening were drinking beer and watching the actual best Christmas movie, Elf .”
I let my jaw go slack in mock outrage. “ Elf ? Tonight?” I’ve never had a conversation like this naked, and definitely not while a guy’s hands were still on both my boobs. But it doesn’t feel awkward, which is especially strange since it’s Gavin’s hands on my boobs. “Everyone knows Elf is a Christmas Day movie.” I keep my expression firm because this shit is serious business. “Christmas Eve you watch It’s a Wonderful Life and White Christmas . Christmas Day , you watch Elf and A Christmas story .”
The last two aren’t high on my list of best movies ever, but they remind me of Christmas as a kid, so it’s a tradition I carried over even into my adult life. Once breakfast is over at my parents’ house, I come back to my apartment and put them on. Even though I’m the only one here to watch them.
Gavin hums, the sound somewhat like the growling he did earlier, but a little more playful. “I guess I could stick around and try your way. See if I like it.”
“You just want to watch movies?” The question jumps right out, rushing from my lips fast enough to give me away.
Gavin’s slow smirk is devastatingly sexy. “I didn’t say that was all we were gonna do, Al.” His head dips, mouth closing around my nipple again as his tongue gives it a quick flick. Before I can even fully enjoy the sensation, he’s pulling off, fingers staying behind to tease the wet bud as he leans closer. “I can multitask if you can.”
There’s a cockiness in his tone. The ass is smug as hell over my worry we’d just watch movies, and I want to take him down a notch.
Luckily, I think I know how to do that.
Using one hand for leverage, I push upright, bringing my face closer to his as my other hand grips his dick. “If I remember correctly, my multitasking skills are way better than yours.”
Gavin’s jaw clenches and his lids droop as I work my fist down his length, giving it a little squeeze at the base. Part of me expects him to pull away. Instead his hands stay on my tits, and he lets out a deep groan as he pushes them together and thrusts into my palm.
“I don’t know what sort of magic you’ve got in that hand of yours, Al, but I’ve never gotten off from a handjob until you.”
I’ve always felt a little behind when it comes to sexual experience. Yes, I’ve done it, but it was never much more than a couple minutes of lackluster thrusting that did less than nothing for me. As a result, just like oral, I didn’t really get what all the excitement was about.
But the way Gavin’s lips part and his eyes glaze as he watches my hand move over him makes me realize I formed an opinion using incomplete information. Because this? This is freaking hot as hell.
One of his big hands moves to grip my hip, holding me in place as his body crowds mine. The position we’re in is almost exactly how we’d be if we were fucking. Even the movement of his body is similar as he flexes his thighs, tunneling into my grip.
Again, I’m regretting the parameters I put out, because I’m clenching at the thought of those strokes filling me, and it has my need building at record speed.
Gavin’s fingers sink into the softness of my hip as he groans, spearing into my hand one more time as heat splashes across my belly.
Last time this happened it was a surprise. I was more shocked than anything. But tonight, I knew exactly what I was in for. I still don’t know that I love being covered in jizz, but at least none of my clothes were in the line of fire.
Now that he’s done, I’m a little uncertain what to do next. I lie very still because I don’t want anything sliding off my body and onto my couch. The only sex I’ve had was always a quick missionary ride with a condom. Definitely nothing that involved cleanup of this caliber.
Gavin’s hooded gaze skims over my belly and the glistening lines across it. I could almost swear I hear a hint of that earlier rumble, but it disappears before I’m fully able to identify the sound. Gavin blinks a couple times before finally tearing his gaze from my body. He leans to retrieve his T-shirt, then uses the soft cotton to clean me up.
The tenderness in his movements would be easy to read into, and it has me reminding myself what this is. “I guess now we’re even. We both had clothing get victimized.” I’m trying to tease him, but teasing isn’t my strong suit, so it comes out a little dry. A little sarcastic.
Gavin’s gaze lifts to mine and it doesn’t carry an ounce of amusement. Guess I should leave the teasing up to him.
He leans closer, tossing his soiled shirt away as the weight of his body presses me into the sofa. When his lips are less than an inch from mine and our noses are nearly touching, he stops and looks me straight in the eye. “Actually, I don’t think we’re even at all.” His hands slide up my thighs, lifting them higher on his hips. “The score is two to one now, Al. I’m still behind.”
I rub my lips together, because with his face so close, I’m struggling to think of anything besides the fact that we haven’t actually kissed. “That is true.”
“What if,” he leans to one side, the warmth of his lips brushing along the line of my jaw, “we take a little break and watch one of those movies you like? See where we end up?”
I offer a breathy, “Okay.” It’s an easy agreement to make. He did say he owed me one, right? I might as well let him stick around until I get it.
The hard lines of Gavin’s big body seem to relax a little, and when he leans back, there’s a hint of a smile teasing his lips as he reaches to collect my clothes. Grabbing my T-shirt, he gathers it up around the neckline. “Sit up.”
My eyes jump to where my bra is sitting, ignored. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
Gavin’s eyes drop down my chest, resting squarely on my boobs. “I’ll put it on if you really want, but I’m going to be trying to take it back off in under five minutes, so I figured I’d save us both a little time.”
I frown, even though his plan sounds pretty appealing. “It’s uncomfortable when they’re not supported.”
I like my boobs. Love them, even. But the bitches are high maintenance. They eliminate lots of shirt options, need special bras, and make it impossible to sleep on my stomach. I still wouldn’t change them for the world, but sitting on the couch with them going every which way doesn’t sound like a fun night.
“I didn’t say they were going to be unsupported.” Gavin doesn’t wait for a response, just tugs my shirt over my head and starts pulling it into place. “I promise I’ll take good care of them.”
I roll my eyes even though I kind of believe him. And I can’t say I hate the thought of Gavin’s hands on my tits all night. But the main reason I stop arguing, is because Gavin is taking care of more than just his mess and my boobs.
His touch is careful as he settles my shirt over my upper half then retrieves my panties and pants, carefully skimming them back into place before pulling on his own underwear. He ignores his jeans, leaving them where they lie before turning to head for my kitchen. “You want something to drink?”
“Sure?” I’m back to being thrown off again. My parents have a great marriage. One I’ve always based my hopes for the future on. But their relationship leans a little to the traditional side, so my mom is always the one collecting drinks while my dad sits on the couch.
I watch—still a little shocked—as Gavin opens my fridge and scans the contents. “Water or Coke Zero?”
Normally I’m just as protective of my private space as I am my personal space, but seeing Gavin’s hulking form in my kitchen is so bizarre, I struggle to come up with a coherent answer. “Coke, I guess?”
He grabs a can and a bottle of water, holding the latter up. “I’m taking one of these too.”
“Good idea.” I swallow hard as he twists the cap free and tips it back, guzzling down half in one go. “You should probably hydrate.”
He flashes me a grin, lips still wet and glistening. “That sounds promising, Al.”
Was that how I meant it? A suggestion of what was to come? Sadly, no.
In addition to having an incurable case of resting bitch face, I’m also terrible at flirting. So bad, that I actually admit the truth of what was behind my suggestion. “I figured you probably sweat a lot at practice.”
Gavin comes back my way, opening my can of soda before setting it on the table. “Actually, we’re still in the off-season, so I’m just in the gym a few days a week. Official practice doesn’t start until after the first of the year.”
Even though my brother also plays professional rugby, I’m not super up on their schedule. I go to his matches, but, generally speaking, sports aren’t my thing, so my attendance is strictly to be supportive. “I assumed you guys practiced year-round.”
Gavin settles onto the couch beside me, angling his body into the corner by the arm. “We follow a pretty strict schedule. Playing Rugby is intense, and without a break for our bodies to recover, the risk of injuries would be astronomical.”
Leaning back, he swings one leg over my head, displaying a flexibility I wouldn’t have thought possible for someone of his size. “Come here.” Gavin doesn’t wait for me to comply, but reaches out and grabs me, hauling my body back until I rest between his thick thighs, my back to his chest. His arms band around my middle, forearms crossing at the center of my chest so one big hand can cup each breast, supporting their weight better than any bra ever could.
His head tips forward so his face is in my line of sight. “See?” Gavin smirks. “I told you it would be fine.”