Chapter Twenty-Five Emily
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emily
Every day that passed without my best friend knowing about Gavin and me caused my heart to ache a little more.
Maya was missing out on a major part of my life, and I didn’t want that for either of us.
I got to watch her fall for Jordan and see her love grow deeper.
When it came to Gavin and me, I wanted that for our friendship.
I wanted to make up for all this missed time.
So I decided I wasn’t going to wait until she returned to Boston. I was going to tell her now.
While Gavin was in the shower getting ready for our dinner date, I brought my phone into his bed and tucked myself under the fluffy comforter.
Me: Hiiiii. So I know you’re in New York (yes, I’m stalking your location because that’s what besties do), but we need to talk . . . I have something to tell you.
“You look guilty.”
I glanced up from the screen. Gavin was standing in the doorway of his en suite with a towel wrapped around his waist, drips from the shower clinging to his skin. “I do? How?”
“Are you up to something?”
I laughed. “I just texted Maya, telling her I want to talk. I can’t wait another second, Gavin. It’s killing me not to tell her, so I’m coming clean, and I’m fully prepared for how she’s going to slaughter me.”
He walked to the center of his bedroom and stopped, running a hand over his dark, wet hair, his fingers then doing the same to the sides of his beard. “Has she written back?”
The screen showed no reply, and there weren’t any bubbles beneath her name, telling me she was typing.
“Nope.” I didn’t want to keep staring at it, so I tossed my phone onto his side of the bed, my gaze focused on his body.
How did this man get hotter by the day? How did he get more chiseled?
How was it possible that he was mine? And how did the mere sight of him make me wet?
“I need you to come here.” I sat up and crawled to the end of his bed, flipping around so my legs were hanging toward the floor.
“I’m here.” He looked at me through his lashes. “You mean you want me closer?”
With my finger, I waved him over. “Much closer.”
He finally positioned himself in front of me, and I pulled at the towel, loosening the way it was wrapped and folded into his waist, and I let it fall to the floor.
He chuckled. “Are you telling me you want to no-show on our reservation that’s in twenty minutes? For the record, I have no problem with that.”
“I highly doubt it’s going to take you twenty minutes.
” I fisted the bottom of his dick, a hard-on already setting in.
“I seem to know what you like, and I’m usually pretty good at it.
” Aligned right at my mouth due to his height and where I was sitting, I rubbed my lips around his tip. “I give you five minutes. Tops.”
“What about what I want to do to you?” He held my jaws, stroking them with his thumbs. “That’s going to take far more time . . .”
“You can’t have me yet.”
“Hold on”—his grip tightened—“you’re telling me you’re going to give me head, but you’re not going to let me taste you?”
“Oh, you can taste me.” My tongue circled his mushroom edge and lowered down his pulsing vein. On the way back up, I licked the bead of pre-cum and swallowed it. “But not until after dinner.”
“How am I going to wait that long? That’s fucking torture.”
I smiled. “Sorry.”
I kept my eyes on his and surrounded his crown with my lips, tasting the shower on his skin and the spicy ginger-and-cinnamon scent that constantly clung to him.
I was only a few inches deep, my hand lifting from the bottom of his dick, which pumped what my mouth couldn’t cover, when I heard, “Baby, fuck yes.”
He still held the sides of my face, his way of thinking he was controlling my movements even though he wasn’t. Because every bit of this was on me—how deep I went and how fast I swirled my tongue and how hard I sucked.
Gavin didn’t like the tease. He didn’t like the slow, dragged-out bob of my mouth. He wanted my cheeks to cave inward, turning into a suction cup, my tongue spooned on the underside of him and circling the top once I reached it.
So that was what I gave him.
On my way down, the back of my throat anticipated the brief grazing of his girth, and I made sure to calm my gag reflexes while my hand slid over him, the spit that had leaked out making that glide extremely easy. My palm went as far as his sac, squeezing and turning as it reversed back up.
“Ah, yesss,” he hissed. His abs contracted, his hips arched forward. “God, you know how to suck dick.”
I couldn’t tell him how much I loved this, my mouth was too full.
I could only show him through sounds, making sure they were loud enough that the moans vibrated against him.
Each time I released one, his body clenched, he’d attempt to rock forward, and he would let out the sexiest sound of pleasure.
All that did was make me go faster.
Harder.
I timed up my mouth and hand so they were working in tandem. So every part of his shaft was covered at all times, the friction coming from either the inside of my mouth or the skin of my fingers.
The speed was what worked him up—it was what drove him toward the edge.
The sucking did, too, when I focused on his tip, adding an extra second or two to that sensitive spot before I dipped again.
It was that spot that made him groan, “Emily,” the loudest. Because I treated his dick as though his orgasm was goading me, like I would do absolutely anything to draw the cum out of him.
And I would.
Even if that meant spending extra time at the top, using my hand to jerk off the rest, flicking my tongue across the peak.
I wanted his orgasm.
I wanted to watch him unravel.
I wanted to hear his vulnerability.
I wanted it to fill my mouth.
And it took only a few more pulls from my lips before he gave me that.
“Emily! Hell yes!” The signs were all there—the parting of his lips, a feral stare, his head falling back right before he moaned, “Fuuuck.”
That was when I increased everything I gave him.
The speed, the grip, the power.
What that earned me was a thick, heavy squirt toward the back of my mouth, hitting the roof and falling toward my tongue.
His cum was hot, salty, and when he added a second shot and a third, it all began to pool.
I quickly swallowed the load, my hand twisting toward the top of him to make sure he was empty, and when a little more leaked out, I swallowed that.
He gave me his eyes, a satiated expression coming over his face. “Mmm. That was fucking incredible.”
A confirmation that he was done.
I pulled him out of my mouth and wiped the corners of my lips.
As he held out his hands to grab me, I got up and rushed toward the pillows, pointing at him. “Don’t even think about it. We’re going to dinner. Go get dressed.”
“I just want a taste of your pussy.” He leaned onto the mattress. “Please. Just a little one.”
“You’re incapable of only taking a taste. The second your lips touch me, you’ll be down there all night.” My finger lifted and aimed toward his closet. “Go.”
“Fuck, you’re mean.” He smiled.
I laughed, and as he went to his closet, I found my phone on the bed.
Maya: Omg, I was just going to text you. Want to come to New York this weekend? With Gavin and Ben—assuming they can come—and stay at Jordan’s condo and have all the fun with us?
Me: Ah . . .
Maya: Em?
Me: We really need to talk first. Can I call you?
Maya: We’re in the bathtub. I’ll call you once we get out and you can fill me in on everything.
Me: Put your phone down and go enjoy naked time. Silly girl. XO
Maya: Hi! I’m free, call me.
Me: Ugh, I can’t, I’m out for the night. Can I call you in the morning?
Maya: Of course! I’ll be up at the ass crack of dawn for a run. Call me whenever you wake up.
The moment my eyes opened the next morning, I quietly got out of bed, doing everything I could to not wake up Gavin, and I closed his bedroom door and went into the living room.
Since Ben had spent last night at his grandparents’, I could sit on Gavin’s couch half naked and not have to worry about covering myself up.
There wasn’t any coffee running through my body. I hadn’t even brushed my teeth.
I couldn’t imagine how terrifying I looked, considering the moment we’d gotten back from dinner, Gavin had eaten me out on this couch, fucked me against the TV wall, and bent me over the dining room table.
It didn’t matter.
Maya had seen me at my absolute worst.
And since I couldn’t tell her this in person, FaceTime was the next best thing.
I grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over my chest and hit the button for the video call, holding my breath as it rang three times.
My best friend’s beautiful brown eyes stared back at me, her pouty lips pulling into a smile. “Babe!”
“I’m dating Gavin.” The words just fell out of my mouth.
“Yes, as in Jordan’s brother. We’ve been dating for a while—I mean, I don’t know what is actually considered a while, but enough time has passed that I’m sorta living at his place now and Ben is very much a part of my life and Gavin’s mom knows and I’m sure that means his dad knows, too, and I think Bettie knows also.
” My heart was hammering so hard, I put my hand on it.
“And I wanted to tell you, Maya. Like so many times. During our last girls’ night when you were saying I needed a guy like Jordan, I wanted nothing more than to tell you I was dating his brother.
But Gavin and I hadn’t talked about airing our relationship and I didn’t know if I should say anything and my head was all over the place and I know this is all fucked and you’re probably furious with me for not telling you and .
. .” I drew in some air, my lungs completely deflated.
Her hand was over her mouth, her eyes wide, almost teary looking.