6. Gavin
Gavin
“I ’m happy to drive you home, Suzie.”
Even though the last thing in the world I wanted to do was take her home right now. We’d had a nice meal, a little too much wine, and my lips itched to taste the mix of lasagna and wine and Suzie. My fingers twitched as I imagined running them through her hair, skip them over her soft skin and mold her curves. But I would, if that was what she wanted.
Suzie’s eyes glittered with amusement almost as if she knew I was full of shit. “Do you often drive while intoxicated, Mr. Ross?”
She had me there. “No. Never, in fact. But I knew you’d say no if I offered to carry you home. Those are your options, or you’re stuck with me until morning.” My skin grew slick with sweat at the idea of Suzie spending the night with me and where that would inevitably lead. Even if it didn’t end with us naked—it would—and writhing, we could get up to a lot of trouble in the next ten hours. “Ryan told me all about the gossip in those town and I’ve already experienced it firsthand.”
She waved off my concern without a thought. “You’re rich and famous, of course the town cares what you’re up to and why you’re here. Luckily for me, no one is all that concerned about anything I do if it’s not hospital business.”
“I doubt that’s true, but they will care if you’re spending the night with me, a world-famous rock star.” She laughed, just as I wanted her to because, dammit, I couldn’t get enough of that sound. Suzie laughed so freely and she did it with her whole body.
“Good point,” she said and her shoulders fell just a little. “Well there’s nothing to be done about it now. I’ll sleep on the sofa rather than risk you getting a DUI.”
“Yeah,” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I have six spare rooms and a guesthouse, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on the damn sofa.”
One eyebrow arched and I knew I had made a misstep, but I didn’t know where. “Let me?”
“Hell yeah, let you. Try it and I’ll just wait until you fall asleep and carry you up to one of the rooms. I might even slip you into something a bit more comfortable.”
Challenge darkened her eyes while she stared me down. Suzie was a powerful woman, probably used to getting her way much of the time, which only made this little exchange even more fun. “You wouldn’t.”
I shrugged. “I might.” I wouldn’t.
She rolled her eyes and reached for the melted ice pack at her ankle, picking it up and smacking it on the kitchen table. “You didn’t have to set up booby traps and get too tipsy to drive just to get a few more hours with me.” She was teasing, and I liked it.
“If I was an evil genius, I would have done all that to get you here for a few hours. Since you did all the heavy lifting, I just have to find ways to get you to stay.” Because the more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to stay. I wanted to know all there was to know about Suzie Wright, from her birthday to her favorite dessert and the sounds she made when she was on the brink of orgasm.
“You can start with wine and another ice pack.”
“That, I can do. But first, let’s get you a bit more comfortable.” I didn’t give her a chance to protest before I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to the living room.
“I twisted my ankle, Gavin, I didn’t break my leg.”
“’Yeah, but you feel good in my arms.” I gave her a little jostle just to hear that sexy little squeal she let out. “I’ll be back.”
“You are entirely too charming.”
I smiled at her words on my way to the kitchen. It was a novel experience, a woman who clearly wanted me but didn’t want to want me. I wondered if it was me personally or my job, and the good news was I had all night to figure it out. “Can a man be too charming?”
“He can,” she called out. “And you skate that line beautifully.”
“Thanks. You don’t make it easy, Suzie.”
“So, this isn’t your usual routine?”
I barked out a laugh and piled the ice pack, towel, glasses, and a bottle of wine on one of the dozen trays stocked in the pantry. “Hell no. You don’t seem to have an ulterior motive where I’m concerned, and you’re fighting the attraction between us. Hard.” I set the tray on the coffee table and looked right into a pair of shocked green eyes.
Suzie recovered quickly, though. “You’re so sure that the attraction is two-sided?”
“Yes. I know when a woman is attracted to me, and you are. But you like me, too, so why don’t you want to want me, Suzie?”
“Because you’re a rock star,” she sighed. “Because this is all temporary and because I don’t just want to be a distraction for you, something to do until you can go back to your real life.” She blinked rapidly as if she’d surprised herself with that level of honesty.
She’d shocked the hell out of me, too.
“So, you do want me? Thank the lord above for that.” I laughed and slid smoothly from the coffee table to the spot beside her on the sofa. One hand slid through her hair and the other cupped her cheek and tilted it up so our lips fit together perfectly.
I waited for Suzie to come to her senses, to shove me away and accuse me of using her to keep my mind off surgery and recovery. Instead, she threw herself into the kiss like it was her idea the whole damn time. One arm crooked around my neck and the other slid up my back to my neck to the hair that she tangled her fingers in while she pulled me closer. Suzie was no casual participant in this kiss; she took the lead in turns, using her tongue to tease me and drive me out of my fucking mind.
I groaned when her tongue slipped into my mouth and danced with mine before she dove deep and explored every corner of my mouth, using her tongue to massage and to tease, until my hands brought her onto my lap to deepen the kiss. To take control. I needed to taste her completely, to make her mine, to show her that rock star was my job, not my life.
Suzie moaned and another thread of control snapped. She pulled back just enough to make me chase her, and I did just that, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her closer, close enough that she could feel the effect she was having on me.
My cock was hard. Stiff. Aching more than it ever had, but still, I took my time. I wanted to savor every moment of this encounter just in case it was the only one we got.
Suzie gasped and ground against my cock as her fingers tightened in my hair and a low growl started deep in her belly. Her tongue slipped out again and danced with mine, panting in an effort to kiss me deeper. She was hungry as hell and I was here for it, cock aching and hungry for more. “Gavin,” she whispered and nipped my earlobe with her teeth.
“Oh fuck, Suzie, you little temptress.” She was a knockout, without a doubt, but I didn’t expect to find a sexpot underneath her oversized T-shirt and cat eye glasses. A bombshell, with needs and desires she had no problem exploring. “Suzie.”
She pulled back and stared at me with eyes so dark they might have been black, and smiled. “Say my name like that again.”
“Suzie,” I growled, letting all the need and want and tension of the past week show, just for her.
“Holy hell,” she moaned to herself. “I must be out of my mind, but I want you so damn bad right now.”
That was all I needed to hear. Hell, I was desperate to hear it from her plump pink lips. “I’m right here.”
“Yeah,” she panted, “you are.” Her hips sank against mine as she rocked back and forth along the length of my cock. “Right. Fucking. Here.”
And there it was, the thing that snapped my control like a defective bungee cord. That word, falling from Suzie’s lips on a desperate cry of pleasure. I flipped her onto her back, right there on the plush sofa that had only hosted me for pizza, beer, and binge watching music documentaries. “I need to have you, Suzie.”
She smiled up at me. Her eyes fluttered open and her hips swirled against my cock again. “Have me, Gavin. Have me right here. Right now.”
“Too fucking right,” I growled and quickly undressed her, ridding her of the damn T-shirt that hid everything, the pink and purple sports bra that—thankfully—zipped right in front to reveal a magnificent set of tits that weren’t too big or too small, or fuck, even too perfect. They were somewhere between a C and D cup, meaty and jiggly with nice big nipples, the color of a ripe peach.
Her shoes and socks went next, followed by her black and orange workout pants. I pulled back and stared at Suzie, naked and writhing in ecstasy on my sofa. It was a sight I would never forget for as long as I lived. “Gavin, please.”
“Anything. Tell me what you want,” I urged her and pressed a kiss to her jaw. Her collarbone. The sensitive skin between her tits. “You want me to taste your tits and finger you until you come?” I kissed my way left and right, swirling my tongue around her nipples, tasting her sweet flesh because it was all on display for my eyes only. Down the center line of her stomach, my lips followed the trail to the small patch of blond hair to glistening lips and a swollen clit. “Or, do you want me to taste your sweet little pussy and lap up your juices until you shout your pleasure loud enough to shatter the windows?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes to all of it. Yes, please, Gavin.”
My tongue flicked out, sliding between the slick, swollen folds of her until I found the hard flesh of her clit. Suzie’s hips bucked off the sofa, sending her right into my mouth. I licked and slurped and sucked while she made the wildest sounds, hungry and feral, so raw I knew her throat would ache come morning.
Until then, she was mine.
“Gavin.” She moaned and arched her back, digging her fingers in my scalp until it ached with pleasure and pain. “Oh fuck, Gavin. That mouth. I need it. I crave it.”
The dirty words that fell from her lips fired up my cock and my tongue, and I plunged two fingers deep.
“Yes!” Her back bowed and she froze in that position for several long minutes, a low keening cry on her lips until the orgasm shot through her like a rocket, making her body shake and convulse with pleasure until she went limp. “Holy… wow… that was… wow.” Suzie looked up at me and I smiled.
“‘Wow’ works for me, especially since we’re just getting started.”
“Oh, are we?” One blond brow arched in question but her lips pulled into a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Thank goodness. Come here.”
I did as the lady requested and she kissed me, long and hard, moaning as if the taste of her pussy on my lips was her favorite flavor in the world. I was a participant in this kiss, but Suzie? She was the leader. Strong and commanding, carried away by lust and desire.
Her hand slid between us and she wrapped her fingers around my cock, still safely in my jeans, and squeezed. “Oh, Gavin.”
“Yes, Suzie? What is it?”
Her head shook back and forth, her hand stroked my cock through my jeans and she licked her lips like she could still taste me on her mouth. “I don’t know. Do I want to taste you first or do I want you to fill me up and make me come again?”
Her words sent me off the sofa in a rush, quickly discarding every item of clothing on my body, down to my socks. “Lady’s choice?”
She laughed and reached out for my cock as she sat up; her free hand grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me right up to the sofa. “Then I choose it all,” she purred and took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking until every inch of me was wet, moist from her mouth and tongue while she cupped my balls and took me deep.
It was glorious
It was fantastic.
It was too much.
I pulled back with a yank and a growl. “You can have all the time you want with my cock and your mouth. Later. Now, I need you.”
“I’m here, Gavin. Wet and ready. Just for you.”
I pressed my weight on her soft curves and sank into the wet heat of her pussy with groan. “So tight. Wet.” She felt good. Too good. “Suzie.”
“Yes,” she moaned and dug the heels of her feet into my ass cheeks, urging me deeper and I gave her exactly what she wanted. I slid deep, buried as far as I could go while she pulsed and clenched around me.
“Oh, fuck.”
“More, Gavin. I want it all.”
I did, too, but I also wanted it to last so I took my time with slow, deep strokes that ripped moan after moan from her, growls that vibrated my insides. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. Her nails dug deep, her tongue slid across my skin, wherever she could reach. She held me close while I fucked her, crying her pleasure until her voice cracked. “Oh, Suzie.”
“Gavin.”
“Suzie.”
She smiled and pulled me down to kiss me as her pleasure built, stack by stack until her arms and legs were wrapped around me like a spider monkey, until her tongue swirled with mine and her core clamped down on me, squeezing me tight. Milking me dry. “Gavin, I’m close.”
“I know, babe. I feel it. I fucking feel it.” She was tight and wet and it was more than I could take. “Let go, Suzie. I’m right here, just let go.”
Moments later, that was just what she did. In a beautiful, blazing fire of light and color, Suzie let go. Her body flushed a magnificent hade of pink all the way to her nipples and she came, hard and fast, her ecstasy coated my cock like a second skin. “Gavin, oh Gavin! Shit!” She cursed until her orgasm slowed and, eventually, subsided. Tiny aftershocks rocked her body while I thrust slow and deep until her body ripped my pleasure from me like a thief in the night.
“Oh, Suzie!” At that moment, she dug her heels deep, sending me to the brink while her body clamped with aftershocks around me. My legs shook until all the pleasure was wrenched from my body and I collapsed on top of her. “Fuck, Suzie.”
“You just did that,” she said with a rueful laugh. “And you did it quite well.”
“Thanks?”
She pulled me down and kissed me. “No, Gavin, thank you.”
“Trust me when I tell you, Suzie, it was my absolute fucking pleasure.” And it would be my pleasure to do it again and again, before the sun rose and turned this night into a mist of memories.