24. Gavin
TWENTY-FOUR
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THE WHOOSH OF the van door as it slid closed behind me was barely audible over the thunderous beat of my heart.
It’d been pounding uncontrollably from the second Daire had demanded an impromptu “Van talk” with my brother .
And as I climbed inside and spotted him sprawled out in a back seat, it showed no signs of slowing.
Breathe… I told myself as I stared at the indecent picture he made with his denim-clad legs spread wide and his hand between them, massaging one impressive hard-on. A hard-on, he’d all but told the world, that was for me .
Was that why he’d stopped me last night? Because he felt some misguided obligation to tell Donovan what we were about to do? That should infuriate me, and likely would when I thought about it later. But right now all I could think about was the look in Daire’s eyes as they trailed over me.
A look that bordered on savage.
“Shut the partition.”
My dick jerked at the demand, apparently liking the heavy-handed way Daire was barking orders at it. I pressed a button on one of the control panels, and a tinted, soundproof partition separated Scotty from any passengers in the vehicle.
A special feature we’d all chipped in for in case a situation like this should…arise.
Daire’s dark hair fell over his eyes as the heavy-duty panel slid into place, then he reached for the button of his jeans and flicked it open.
My hungry gaze locked on his hands as he parted the denim, my impatience something tangible for the first time in my entire life, as he slowly reached inside his jeans. I stood silently, watching with intense focus, as he finally freed his rock-hard cock and offered it up to me like a gift.
“You were right.” Daire’s voice was gruff as he gave himself a long, slow pull. “My dick is in lust with you.”
Thank God, because I was in lust with it. Something that was obvious from my own erection throbbing behind the zipper of my pants.
I took in the wide, wet head of Daire’s cock peeking out the top of his tight fist, the thick, long shaft he stroked as I licked my lips, imagining how he’d taste, and finally, I memorized the veins pulsing along his length and wondered if I’d be able to trace them all with my tongue without lifting my lips from his skin.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gavin. You want me to come inside you or my fist?”
Holy shit. There it was. The confirmation that we were finally going to do this. I hadn’t been sure if he was going to let me just suck him or go all the way. Yeah, I was so here for this, and I’d be damned if he didn’t finish inside of me.
“I thought the choice was me or my mouth?” I said.
I was about to walk toward him when the van lurched forward, Scotty choosing that exact moment to pull into traffic, and I pitched forward up the aisle.
I reached out, looking for something to grab on to—and as luck would have it, Daire’s muscular thighs were the perfect height to help break my fall.
I grabbed him as my knees hit the floor directly between his legs, and as the van slowed down, I found myself face to face with Daire’s naked cock.
He tightened his hand around his rigid length as he angled it toward me, and I drew in a gasp of air.
A sardonic smile crooked the corner of his lips. “Since you’re down there, your mouth seems like a good place to start.”
His words were like music to my ears and what I’d been waiting to hear all week— dying to hear.
“Unless you don’t want to.”
Daire let go of himself, but I quickly reached out to take his place, curling my fingers around him. A curse ripped through the van at the skin-to-skin contact between us, and I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.
“Oh, I want to,” I said.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Daire stared down at me, his eyes dark as night, as I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum sent flames licking over my body, heating me from the inside out.
How many times had I imagined this? How many times had I lain in bed at night, fantasizing about getting my mouth on him? Around him? So I could drive him crazy. And now, it was happening.
I tightened my grip and bent my head, parting my lips to take him inside, and the next thing I knew, Daire was threading his fingers through my hair.
I closed my eyes at the exquisite feel of his hands twisting around the longer strands.
When he jutted his hips up and applied a slight pressure, I relaxed my throat and swallowed him all the way to the back.
“Jesus Christ.”
As far as I knew Daire wasn’t exactly the churchgoing type—unless it was the club—so to know that I was giving him some sort of religious experience made me feel damn good about myself.
Also…powerful.
As I drew my lips up him, I smoothed my other hand up his thigh, kneading the tense muscles as they flexed and shifted so he could piston his hips up to chase my retreating mouth.
I hummed, reveling in my dominance over him in that moment, until those fingers in my hair tugged me closer and directed my mouth back over his cock.
“Fuckin’ tease.” Daire shoved deeper inside, and his pre-cum painted a salty line down the center of my tongue. “You get off on torturing me, don’t you?”
Maybe I had a little, but I was getting off on this a lot more.
I lifted my gaze to his, letting him see the delirious haze of arousal I was experiencing—and the next thing I knew, the hand in my hair was yanking my mouth free of him and he was cradling my face, stroking a thumb over my swollen lips.
“Turn around and face the other seat.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see the chair behind me had been turned to face the person in the back.
“Stay on your knees, Gavin.” Daire shifted forward on his seat until he was bent at the waist and his mouth was hovering over mine.“Turn around and bend over the seat.”
“I don’t?—”
“You’re gonna need something to hang on to if I’m gonna fuck you on our way back to school.”
If it had been six months ago, I would’ve tucked tail and run at the ferocity of Daire’s words. But as of a week ago, all I’d wanted to do was experience the potency behind them. The intense hunger I could feel vibrating in him whenever I was near.
I’d never had anyone be so physically affected by me before. Joey had been attentive but not…hungry. He’d been possessive of me like one would a shiny penny. But Daire’s possession was primal, instinctive, like an animal who would fight for its mate to the bitter end.
I turned to face the seat behind me, swaying slightly as Scotty weaved in and out of traffic. Once I was steady, I reached for the button of my pants and popped it open. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waist and drew it, and my tight briefs, down over my hips.
A feral sound echoed through the van, wrapping itself around me like someone’s arms. Most would’ve run from a sound that fierce, but it only served to excite me.
Daire liked what he was looking at. So I decided to give him an even better view, shoving my tightfitting pants down to my knees and bending over until my cheek was on the cushion, just as he’d told me.
“Damn, but you’re fuckin’ pretty.”
I didn’t need to turn around to know Daire was moving closer. It was as though every nerve ending in my body was hard-wired to his.
“You have the smoothest ass I’ve ever seen.” Daire swept his palm over the curve of my behind, his fingers flirting with the crack, making me squirm. “Pale, soft, and smooth. Like ice cream.”
Oh yeah, Daire definitely sounded hungry, so I decided to tempt him to indulge in what I was offering.
“Why don’t you have a taste?”
“Because I might not ever stop.” His fingers dug a little harder into my hips.“And I need to,” he muttered. “But not yet.”
His words were soft, as though he was talking to himself, and that became abundantly clear when his large hands moved to cover my ass cheeks and spread them wide.
“Not until I get in here…”
I shivered at his intention, the cool air in the van hitting my exposed skin and making my hole clench under the scrutiny. The groan that filled the silence was full of frustration as Daire pressed his thumb to the most vulnerable part of my body.
“I don’t wanna hurt you?—”
“You won’t.” The two words were out of mouth before he could finish his thought.
“I will. But it’s too late now.” He dragged his thumb down between my legs until he was cradling my balls. “You’re mine.”
The warm heat of his tongue flicked across my tailbone, making me flinch under the unexpected touch. The low rumble of laughter as he kissed his way up my spine was about the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
It was full of arrogance, confidence, and a hint of snark. I’d never be able to unhear it, and I knew for damn sure I’d be dreaming about it. Just like I’d be dreaming about the way his jeans were brushing against my bare thighs as he shifted in behind me.
“Daire…” I panted. The anticipation he was building was way more than I’d expected from the man who ordered me into the van with a scowl. I’d figured my pants would be ripped and my body left used and abused for days.
My pants were safe for now, but the jury was still out on the last one.
“In a rush?” Daire said. “Should’ve known with the way you’ve been rubbing your dick all over me at every opportunity…”
“Tell me you didn’t like it.”
Daire let go of my balls to grip my ass again, spreading me wide. “Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
The warm, wet feel of saliva slicking up my hole sent a shiver racing up my spine as Daire gripped my cheeks a little harder.
“I wouldn’t be about to destroy you.”
Destroy me, please, I wanted to beg, but I also didn’t want to show my entire hand.
Daire already knew I wanted him. He knew I was desperate for what he was about to give me—I’d made that more than obvious. The last thing I needed to do was add begging to the list.