Chapter 17 – Alexis
17
Big Man in a Little Car
Alexis
I’VE DUCKED OUT early on my friends before, but it’s never gone as smoothly as it is tonight. As Gavin leads me out the same door he tossed Tanner through less than ten minutes ago, I fire off a text to the group chat, expecting to hear endless shit about my sudden departure.
Instead, I’m met with understanding and offers to meet up for lunch soon.
“Weird.” I stare at my phone as Gavin directs me to where my car is parked.
“What’s wrong?” He scans the lot, tugging me closer.
“My friends aren’t pissed I’m leaving.” I frown down at the messages, disappointed. Part of me was hoping they’d talk me out of whatever temporary insanity is possessing me.
No such luck.
“Good.” Gavin urges me to the passenger’s side of my small SUV and holds out his hand. “Keys.”
I frown at him. “Why do you get to drive?”
“Because I watched you suck down a drink less than half an hour ago.”
Normally Gavin is laid back and easygoing. Full of jokes and jabs. Not tonight. Tonight he’s being bossy, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Now give me your keys.”
I unhook my fob from the small bag I brought and pass it over. “If you put a single scratch on her, I will murder you.”
“You can try.” He presses the unlock button and opens the door, one big hand coming to rest against my back as he urges me inside. “Actually, I might really enjoy that.”
He pinches my apartment key between his fingers and makes like he’s going to drag it down the side of my car.
“You better fucking not.” I swing at him and he easily dodges my second assault attempt of the evening, laughing as he catches my wrist and uses the hold to fold me back into the seat.
“I will be careful with your car, Al. I promise.” His eyes move over me, gaze heated as it lingers on my tits. “You, on the other hand…”
The speed with which he goes from teasing to eye fucking would give me whiplash if my body wasn’t so happy to be along for the ride.
Gavin leans in, coming so close I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. One finger traces the line of my jaw. “You, I will be very careful with.”
He straightens and closes the door, leaving me panting.
I’m still lightheaded when he opens the driver’s door. After leaning in to slide the seat back as far as it will go, he crams himself behind the wheel, looking both hot as hell and ridiculous as fuck at the same time. I snort, unable to stop myself from laughing as he tries to get situated.
Gavin angles a dark brow at me as he starts the engine. “You think something’s funny, Al?”
I nod, high on whiskey and endorphins. “You look hilarious.”
“Yeah?” He backs out of the spot, angling the wheel to take us toward the exit.
Once we’re moving forward, his hand slides against my thigh, fingers tucking under the fabric of my romper to part my pussy and tease against my clit. I’m still embarrassingly wet from what happened in the hall, so his touch glides against me easily, strangling a little moan through my lips.
Gavin shoots me a smirk. “Still hilarious?”
I don’t know how I went from being pissed at him to letting him finger me as he drives us home, and I don’t really care.
Not at this moment anyway.
But then, just as I’m about to tip over the edge for a second time, he pulls his hand out of my shorts, clamping the width of his palm over my pussy, making it impossible for me to finish what he started.
“You dick.” I grip his wrist, trying to move his hand, but the man is unbudgeable. “You’re making me regret my life choices.”
His hand flexes, teasing me with just enough pressure to keep me on edge. “I don’t think so.”
I scoff, frustrated and, honestly, a little confused. “You’re awfully cocky for a guy who—”
“Sullied your Christmas dress?” His gaze drags down my front as we come to a stop at a light. “Careful or I’ll ruin that thing too.”
“You better not.” I wrap my arms across my outfit, like I need to protect it from sudden soiling. “I’ll shave your head while you sleep.”
He slowly smirks. “Is that your way of inviting me to spend the night again?”
I start to sputter. “What? No—”
“I accept.” Gavin turns away as the light changes to green.
Soon we’re pulling into a spot directly in front of my building. I lead him to the elevator, each second feeling more and more surreal as we step inside and the doors slide closed.
What am I doing? Have I lost my whole mind? I can’t bring Gavin back to my apartment and…
And…
I peek at where he stands beside me, my eyes sliding down to rest on the sizeable bulge attempting to break through the front of his jeans.
I mean… Would it really hurt anything at this point if I slept with him? We’ve already made things weird between us. I might as well get as much out of it as I can, right?
“I see you looking at my dick, Al.” Gavin’s voice is a low rumble but I still jump, eyes snapping to the elevator doors.
The fucking reflective elevator doors.
They part as we arrive on my floor, taking the image of my beet red face with them. I march out, making a beeline to my door, completely forgetting I am no longer in possession of my keys.
Again, Gavin smirks, like he’s enjoying seeing me off balance. Flipping through the keys on the ring, he holds one up, angling his brow in question.
I snatch it away, sliding the correctly guessed key into the lock and opening the deadbolt, going straight in. I pause to take off my shoes, carrying them with me as I try to acclimate to the sight in front of me.
I didn’t expect to have Gavin in my apartment again and it feels odd. Almost as odd as everything else about this night has been. I started the evening pissed at him for being a dick, and now I’m considering letting him fuck me.
I’m still pissed at him, I’m just willing to overlook it for a little while since I know from experience it will be worth the temporary lapse.
Gavin toes off his own shoes, leaving them right beside the door before slowly ambling through the open floor plan. “You took down your Christmas decorations.”
His dark eyes move over the items I’ve collected since moving out of my parents’ home, and I pause, wondering what he thinks of my place now that it’s not covered in lights and tinsel.
“It’s January.” The explanation stands for itself, so I don’t elaborate. I also can’t elaborate because I’m not breathing so well. Especially not when Gavin’s eyes come my way. I shift from foot to foot, shoes still dangling from the tips of my fingers as his gaze slides down my body.
He lowers to sit on the sofa, draping both long arms across the back. Lifting his chin, he says, “Come here.”
I hesitate, but only because the gravelly sound of his voice shoots straight between my thighs, reigniting the flame of lust he stoked on the way here. Once my legs are willing to move again, I slowly make my way toward him, eyes fixed on his face. There’s no missing the heat in his gaze and it has my belly doing a little flip-flop. No one has ever looked at me like they want to devour me whole, and I’m a little discombobulated over Gavin being the first one to do it.
My heart rate picks up with every step I take. Beating faster and faster until I’m concerned I might pass out the second I reach him.
And that would be a tragedy.
Forcing air into my lungs so I can maintain consciousness, I quietly pad across the thick rug covering the laminate flooring. I reach his side and stand there, because I’m not sure exactly what to do. Both times before, things between us were fast and furious, not giving me much of an opportunity to think through what was happening. Now, it’s going slower. Quieter. Providing lots of space for doubt and second-guessing.
For a few seconds, Gavin takes me in, his assessing gaze starting at the top of my head and inching down until he finally reaches my bare feet. Normally, I would be worried he would find me lacking, but thanks to his confession at the bar, I know Gavin likes what he sees. He has to if he wants to be the only one touching it, right?
My breath catches as he leans forward, the muscles of his chest and stomach flexing under his fitted T-shirt as he reaches for my shoes, setting them on the coffee table. Then he leans back again, arms resuming their position along the top of the cushions. His eyes meet mine as he says, “Undress.”
The command makes my pussy throb and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache forming there. Swallowing hard, I hook a finger into the V-neck of my romper, working it over one shoulder and down my arm before repeating the process with the other side. Once it’s pushed down to my waist, I reach behind my back to unhook my bra.
Gavin’s eyes fuse to my tits as the lacy black fabric goes slack. He watches intently, nostrils flaring, as I peel it away and toss it to the floor. Going back to my romper, I shimmy my hips a little, making my boobs sway as I wiggle the garment to the floor. I do it on purpose. I know he’s a tit man and it’s fun to taunt him.
Once I’m naked, I straighten, standing completely bare for his perusal.
I’ve been naked in front of him before, but not like this. Never have I displayed myself so openly. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to offer myself up for assessment with anyone but him.
Because I already know he likes what he sees.
Gavin’s jaw clenches as he takes me in, body completely still while his gaze rakes over my curves. When his eyes finally come back to mine, I suck in a breath. Making eye contact with him while I’m naked brings a level of intimacy I wasn’t expecting. It’s raw and a little scary.
“You are so fucking perfect, Al.” His focus dips again, resting on my tits before sinking lower. “Look at how pretty you are.”
I preen a little, standing straighter, the scarily strong connection I felt a second ago easing as his eyes leave mine. The warmth that was initially localized between my thighs has spread, and now every inch of me is flushed and primed for whatever comes next.
“Come here.” Gavin repeats one of his earlier requests, but this time I’m not really sure what he means by it.
So I inch closer, trying to figure out if he wants me to just stand in front of him, or maybe sit beside him. I pause for a second when my shins bump the couch. I start to lower my ass to the cushions, but before my butt touches the upholstery, Gavin grips me by the hips.
“No.” He hauls my body across his lap, letting my knees fall on either side of his hips. “Come here .”
My short little legs can barely straddle the width of his body, so my spread pussy is pressed right against the front of his jeans. I glance down, horrified to see a slight bit of discoloration where the moisture of my body is sinking into the denim. “I’m going to get your pants wet.” I try to move away, but his fingers press into my flesh, dragging me closer.
“Good. I hope you fucking soak them.” Gavin growls the words before clamping his mouth over one of my nipples. I was so distracted by my position and what it would mean for his Levi’s, that I hadn’t noticed my tits were right in his face. Now, with the heat of his mouth pulling at one, and the pads of his fingers plucking at the other, I have to think that was by design.
Gavin’s eyes lift to my face as his lips drag off my nipple, the slight rasp of his short beard teasing against my skin. His hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me in until his mouth seals over mine. His kiss isn’t hesitant or sweet. It’s a little rough. A little demanding.
And a lot hot.
I whimper as his tongue strokes against mine, feeling way more drunk than alcohol has ever made me as he pulls me closer, enveloping my body in his arms. He’s so big and warm and strong and—
I yelp as the room turns sideways and I’m flipped onto my back, arms and legs and titties flopping around because of the unexpected position change. When I land on my back against the cushions, one foot is hooked over the back of the couch, the other dangles off one side. My hair is everywhere, and I think the remote is jabbing into my kidney.
Swiping at the strands tangled across my face, I try to work myself into a more comfortable position. As I yank the television controller out from under my lower back, Gavin grips my thighs, spreading them far enough apart he can wedge his wide shoulders between them.
Then his thumbs part my pussy, and he blows a steady stream of air right at my clit. The shock of cool is almost as palpable as a touch and my back bows off the cushion. What the fucking fuck is that?
And why did I not know it was a thing until this moment?