Chapter 13 #3
I don’t, and he delivers on his promise to fill my throat.
He comes long and hard, so much that it’s hard to keep up with it all.
His seed seeps from the corners of my mouth, dribbling down my chin.
It’s messy and gross and yet still so fucking hot.
I’ve never done anything like this before, and I already want to do it again.
When he finally releases me, I drop my head to his thigh, trying to catch my breath as I come down from the high I didn’t know I was chasing.
He gives me a few moments, then he’s hauling me into his lap, his lips crashing against mine like his cum wasn’t just spilling from my mouth.
There’s something about it that’s so vulgar. So primal.
He lifts us both, kicking off his pants the rest of the way as he moves through the room, our tongues tangling the entire time.
His fingers find the zipper on the back of my dress, unfastening it as far as he can in this position.
When he realizes it’s not enough to get me naked, he sets me on my feet to finish the job, spinning me around.
Goose bumps break out all along my flesh.
Goose bumps. I don’t think Neal ever gave me goose bumps.
Then I feel his lips on me. Featherlight, but they’re there.
“You’re gorgeous, Nessa. Do you know that?
” Another kiss. “Smart too. And funny.” Kiss.
“ Honest. Your ex…” He sinks his teeth into me, and I groan, dropping my head to the side to give him more access.
“He was wrong,” he continues. “He was so fucking wrong for not worshipping you, for not cherishing you. He didn’t deserve you. ”
I close my eyes, taking his words to heart.
“And I don’t think I do either, but I’m damn glad you’re giving me this, and I promise to give you everything he couldn’t, even if just for tonight.”
My dress falls away, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
Gavin turns me back toward him, trapping me against him, my hands folding between us as he captures my mouth once again, telling me with his kisses all the things he just said over again.
He breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against mine as his thumb slowly traces over the diamond on my finger.
“May I?” he asks quietly.
I know what he’s asking without him fully saying it. He wants to take it off, and for the first time, I want to take it off too. I nod, and he tugs. He goes slow, watching me the whole time as he slips the piece of jewelry I thought I’d wear for all time off my finger.
And the oddest thing happens—once it’s gone, I swear a weight lifts off my shoulders.
I didn’t even realize it was still there.
I thought I was over it. I thought I was holding on to the jewelry because it’s mine.
Maybe I was holding on to something else too, a dream for a life that’s no longer mine.
Gavin lifts my chin, pulling my eyes to his. “You belong to me now, love.”
He doesn’t mean it. I know he’s just saying it in the heat of the moment, but a small part of me wants it to be true because I want to belong to someone again. More than anything, that’s what I want. For now, I’ll settle for this, for feeling like I’m being worshipped.
Then we’re kissing again, and we land on the bed.
He slips between my thighs like he was made to be there.
His lips trail from my lips, down my chin and throat, not stopping until he’s at my heaving chest. Unclasping my bra with one hand and tossing it aside, he closes his mouth around my pert nipple, and I sigh with relief.
I could come again, just from this alone.
It’s that good as he plays with me, teasing me with his teeth and tongue and his hands roaming up and down my sides. It’s incredible, yet I want more.
“Condom,” I beg when I can’t take it anymore.
He pulls away, looking down at me. His eyes are so dark right now that I can’t see any green, and I like that far more than I probably should. He gives me a look, silently asking, Are you sure?
“Please.”
The single word is all it takes for him to spring into action.
He jumps off the bed in search of protection, returning just a moment later with a foil packet in hand.
He drops it to the side, then hooks his fingers into my lace panties and slowly pulls them down my legs.
My first instinct is to hide, which is so damn ridiculous since he’s had his face buried there, but I don’t.
I let my legs fall open, exposing myself to him, and his nostrils flare as he reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, stroking himself.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and I grin.
He reaches for the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on before settling on top of me.
“Did I mention how gorgeous you are?” he whispers.
“You did, but I’ll gladly hear it again.”
“You’re gorgeous, Nessa.” His lips ghost over mine. “Absolutely fucking stunning.”
I smile against his kisses, running my hands through his hair and down his back, touching him everywhere I haven’t gotten the chance to yet. Then I feel him. His cock is pressing against my entrance, and I want it. God , do I want it.
I pull at him, urging him on, and he listens to my silent pleas as he slowly slides inside me.
We both groan as he bottoms out, and I feel so fucking full I could burst. If I thought he was big in my mouth, it’s nothing compared to how I feel stretched around him.
Neither of us moves for several moments, as if we’re both too afraid to.
I get it. If we move, this will be over far too soon, and I don’t think that’s what either of us wants right now.
In fact, I think I could live in this hotel room forever if I were given the chance.
Gavin calls a truce on our standoff first, moving his hips ever so slightly. He lets out a low growl.
“Holy shit,” he says in my ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck . You feel so good, you know that?”
“You feel good too,” I tell him lamely, but I don’t know what else to say. That I’ve never felt anything like this before? That I don’t think anything could ever compare to tonight? That I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same? I can’t say any of that, so I don’t.
Gavin picks up his pace, thrusting into me, and it’s such a contrast to how rough he was earlier. So caring and unrushed. He’s taking his time too, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Until I’m not so happy because I need to come again. I don’t have a choice. I might combust if I don’t.
As if he knows—or maybe it’s because he’s right on the edge himself—he pushes up onto his knees, changing the angle, and while I miss the feel of him pressed against me, this is so, so good that I can’t complain.
Especially not when he hits that spot I need him to in order for me to see stars.
His thumb finds my clit, and I want to cry because it feels so fucking good.
“Yes,” I cry out. “More.”
He gives it to me, and I gladly take it.
He drives into me harder and faster, and I fall into bliss with one last tight circle around my throbbing clit.
As if my orgasm sets him off, Gavin comes with a roar just behind me, so hard I feel him twitching inside me as his thrusts slow.
He drops down against me, burying his face in my neck, kissing me until he has no choice but to move.
He slips out and off the bed, dropping the condom into the trash before gathering me into his arms and carrying me away.
Settling me on the counter in the bathroom, he turns on the shower.
Once the water is warm, he carries me inside, where he holds me under the stream and washes me from head to toe.
We fuck on the chair, then against the wall, and when he pounds into me, he whispers sweet words into my ear.
“You’re beautiful, Nessa.”
“This pussy was made for me, love.”
“I’m not sure this will be enough.”
It’s magical and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
After I don’t even know how long, we find our way back to bed, my head resting against his chest, his arm holding me tight. Gavin is asleep beside me, his soft snores filling the room. But even after all that energy spent, I’m wide awake.
The last few hours are setting in, and I’m starting to panic.
Not because I regret what happened, but maybe because of the opposite—I want more of it.
I don’t just want to feel cherished—I want to be cherished.
I want to be taken care of. I want to belong to someone.
I want to feel like I matter. I can easily see that someone being Gavin, and that thought is the scariest of them all.
So, very carefully, I climb out of bed. I find my ring, gather my discarded underwear and bra, and slip back into my dress. High heels in hand, I do something I’ve never done before—I run.
Because I think Gavin was right—this won’t ever be enough, and that terrifies me more than anything else.