Chapter Thirty-Two Gavin
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gavin
“I love it.” Emily stood on the patio of my house in Tampa, turning around in a circle to get the view from every angle.
This was the last of the tour now that I’d shown her the twelve thousand square feet inside.
The patio overlooked Tampa Bay. “What’s not to love, really.
This house is so you—masculine, but light and cozy, with hints of you and Ben in every room. ”
I pulled her close, my hands immediately going to her ass. “I want it to have hints of you too.”
She smiled. “I’m sure I can make that happen.”
“Would you want to spend time here? School vacations? Summers?”
“Yes, yes, and yes.” She held up a finger, which she pressed against my chest. “But doesn’t it get extra steamy here in the summer? Like the kind of humidity where you can’t even breathe?”
I laughed. “You’re saying you wouldn’t like that?”
“I’m saying I enjoy when every part of my body isn’t dripping with sweat.” She smiled.
I tightened my grip on her, squeezing those fucking cheeks. “Our stadium was outdoor. I used to play in that heat almost the entire season. You get used to it.”
“You didn’t die—I mean, obviously, you’re standing here, so no, you didn’t die—but how did you tolerate that kind of heat while playing at that level? It sounds like Jordan had a much better gig, being indoors, standing on a block of ice, not baking under the sun like you.”
“We played less than twenty games a season. Jordan played over eighty. I’ll take the heat over the beating his body took.”
Her eyes widened. “Damn. I don’t blame you. But I don’t envy you either.” She laughed.
“That’s what air-conditioning is for, and swimming pools.” I nodded toward the dock that framed the side of the house, the lot on the corner of a canal, and the bay where my fifty-four-foot yacht was parked. “And that.”
“That’s your boat?” She stayed in my arms but turned around to face it. “Wait, don’t answer that, of course it’s your boat. I don’t know why I would be so silly and ask.”
“I like toys, Emily. The bigger, the faster, the better—and she’s all those things.”
She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I have no experience with boats aside from the touristy ones that go out of Boston Harbor.”
“Those are nothing like that beast right there.”
“Probably a dumb question, but aside from how pretty it is, what makes it so special?”
“Why tell you when I can show you.” I took her hand and led her off the patio to the dock and helped her get on board. “First off, you can’t see the engines—they’re underneath where we’re standing—but the horsepower on this vessel is cranked up and double than most yachts.”
“Which means?”
I laughed, holding her chin so she looked up at me. “It goes hella fast.”
“Tell me more.”
I opened the sliding glass door to the galley and brought her inside, where there was a full kitchen, living room, dining area, and captain’s seat.
“I don’t even feel like I’m standing inside a boat. I feel like I’m in an apartment. You could live on this thing, it has everything.”
“It has more than you even realize.” I pointed out the dishwasher, the separate freezer, the wine fridge—things I’d had added while the boat was being built—along with the two hidden TVs across from the couch, the extendable table, the electronic window coverings, and mood lighting.
“We’re going to take this on trips. The Keys, the Bahamas—that’ll be part of our summer adventures with Ben. ”
“I cannot wait.” She kissed me. “I’m assuming the sleeping quarters are downstairs?” She was now looking at the staircase.
“I wouldn’t call them quarters. The rooms are fairly large for a boat.”
“Rooms? As in . . . plural?”
“There are three bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a laundry area.”
“Jesus,” she groaned. “I want to see your bedroom.”
I took her down the steps, my stateroom located at the bottom of the staircase. I slid open the door, bringing her inside the large space that held a king-size bed, a couch, a small desk, two nightstands, a tiny walk-in closet, and a full en suite.
“This is bigger than my bedroom at my old apartment.”
“So you’re saying you’d be comfortable traveling in this to the islands and spending a week or two on it at a time?”
She snorted. “You’re kidding, right?” She moved closer after peeking at the en suite, her arms locking behind my neck. “I could permanently live on this and wouldn’t be mad at that at all.”
“After all the kids are out of the house, I can make that happen.”
“Kids.” She released a breath that was full of pleasure. “I love the sound of that.”
My hands went to her face. “Kiss me.”
I fucking loved that she did.
And the more her mouth stayed on mine, the more I realized there was no way I could leave this cabin without tasting her.
My hands dropped to her ass again, and I lifted her into the air and set her on the end of the bed.
Before my body went on top of hers, I worked on getting her naked, removing her oversize shirt, unclasping her bra, tearing the leggings down to her ankles, slipping those off along with her nursing shoes.
As soon as there wasn’t a single piece of clothing covering her, she started undressing me.
Since I was still in my suit, I gave her some help, loosening the tie enough that I could slip it off my neck, unbuttoning my shirt while she focused on my belt and pants.
When everything dropped to the floor, I removed my socks and shoes, and I grabbed her waist and moved her higher on the bed.
That new position put my face right in front of her pussy.
“Gavin,” she moaned, her hands sliding into my hair as my mouth landed on her clit. “Oh my God.”
I didn’t waste time teasing her, giving her tiny flicks and brushes from my nose, winding her up until she was begging, even though I knew she loved that.
What I gave her instead was the fast friction of my tongue, along with two fingers inside her pussy, eating her like I wanted her to come.
Because I fucking did.
But goddamn it, she tasted so good, I didn’t want this to end.
“Don’t stop!” she screamed.
I wouldn’t.
I knew what my mouth did to her, I knew how hard she came whenever I put my lips there. I wouldn’t ease up until she was shuddering.
Except it didn’t take long for that to happen.
Within a few more licks and finger-fucks, her stomach was trembling and she was shouting, “Gavin!”
Just the sound and view I was after.
Fuck yes.
“Ah!” she shouted. “Ahhh!”
God, she was beautiful when she came. Full of soft curves and silky skin, wild locks of blond and the most stunning blue gaze.
I didn’t let up until she was past her orgasm, when her body went completely still, and I kissed her clit before I lifted her off the bed and positioned her in front of the couch.
I didn’t have her sit. I kept her standing, facing the cushions, my fingers crawling up her back and pushing just enough at the top to bend her over.
“Baby, hold on tight.” With her ass high, I could aim my tip at her cunt and thrust in. “Fuuuck.”
I knew she was extra wet because of my mouth, but what I was never prepared for was her tightness, the way her heat took hold of me and didn’t want to let go.
“Mmm, more,” she sang.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes!”
I gripped her hips, using them to drive in and pull out, going in a little deeper each time, and when she finally had all of me, I twisted my hips, arching upward, adding pressure to every angle and friction to her G-spot. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you.” She looked at me over her shoulder, and while she stared, her eyes feral, she demanded, “Harder.”
Her wish was my fucking command.
My fingers bore down, squeezing her waist the same way her pussy was clenching my cock, and I rocked into her, stroking her with double the power and speed I’d used before, slamming her pussy like I wanted her to come again.
And she did.
“Oh fuck!” Her arms were extended out in front of her, her legs spread, and she was moving with me, meeting me in the center. “Agh!”
The shudders weren’t just in her stomach—I could see them in her spine, her entire body shaking.
“That’s it, baby.”
Her wetness thickened, her pussy narrowed, and when I could tell she was well past the peak, I pulled out, and I made my way around her to take a seat on the couch. Once I did, I pumped my dick a few times and held out my hand for her to take. “Climb on. I want you to ride the cum out of me.”
The sexiest smile came across her face as she took my fingers and straddled me, her knees pressing into the couch cushion below, her hands clasping my shoulders.
I gripped the base of my cock, aiming it toward her pussy, her body high and ready for my tip. She rotated in a circle, grinding over my crown, and as I broke through, her pussy fucking hugging me, I moaned so goddamn loud. “Emily . . .”
“I know.” Her head fell back. “I feel the same way.”
My hands flattened against her back, my mouth on her nipple as she began to buck against me.
The harder she pounded me, the more I sucked, taking that firm bud into my mouth and gnawing the end with my teeth.
I moved to the other side, making sure both tits got equal attention, and when her nails pierced my skin, I knew she was close again.
So was I.
I reached down, thumbing her clit, and she yelled, “Ooo, yeah!”
As she swayed her body forward and back, I folded my arms around her, and I arched my hips upward. “Goddamn,” I groaned. “Keep fucking me.”
As soon as those words left my mouth, her speed increased. “Gavin! I’m going to come!”
“Let me hear it. Let me fucking feel it.”
Each of her moans drew my orgasm that much closer, and when I felt her pussy contracting, I could no longer hold it off.
“Ughhh,” I hissed before I meshed our lips together.
“Ah, yes!” The surge was moving through me, drawing the cum to my tip, and every time her cunt pumped me, I filled her with another shot.
“Fuck, Emily . . .” Stream after stream came out of me until there was nothing left.
She was spent, too, her breath releasing in pants, her eyes and lips looking so satiated, her movements slowing until she was frozen on top of me. “Wow.”
“That was”—I shook my head—“I don’t even know how to describe it besides calling it incredible.”
“Agreed.” Her nails pulled back, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Boat sex. I can now add that to my list of things I never thought I’d do. It fits perfectly under elevator foreplay.” She smiled and laughed.
“What about supply-closet sex? Shouldn’t that make your list?”
“And office sex at the Bears arena.” She nodded.
I laughed. “Oh yes, that was a good one.”
“Aw, my Gavin.” She put her lips on mine. “I’m starting to believe you have something against having sex in a bed.”