Chapter 10 #2
Our tongues tangle and a moan escapes me. His hands are under my dress in no time. Next thing I know, he’s ripping my panties off. Like he fucking shredded the thin material.
Slick runs down my thighs.
Shit.
“Gavin, I said no sex.”
“I haven’t eaten pussy in a long time. And I don’t kiss anymore. But I had to taste those beautiful, pouty lips,” Gavin admits.
That pumps up my ego.
A slow heat blooms in my chest, spreading down between my thighs.
“I want you to ride my face.” His voice drops to a rough growl. “I need to feel your thighs squeezing my head while you come on my tongue. Over and over again until you can’t anymore.”
“Oh, shit,” I breathe, my knees pressing together.
“Gavin.” His name falls out of me like a sigh, soft and wanting.
“You’ll stay with me tonight. No cock. Just my mouth on your pussy while I stroke myself. I’ve been—”
I press two fingers against his lips, feeling the warm exhale of his breath against my fingertips. He stops. His eyes search mine, dark and glassy.
“You’ve said enough,” I whisper. “Don’t say another word.”
He reaches down and drags the black t-shirt up over his head, tossing it behind him. My eyes drop immediately. His abdomen is carved into deep ridges, his chest broad and tight, a faint trail of dark brown hair disappearing into his waistband. My fingers curl involuntarily at my sides.
“Every night and every morning,” he says, watching me stare at him, “I wrap my hand around my cock and think about you. Only you.”
I close my eyes briefly. “I’ll let you eat my pussy. Because I know you won’t remember this in the morning. Right now you just need to get me out of your system. I’ll be gone soon, Gavin. And you can move on with your life.”
His hand rises slowly to my throat, his fingers curling around the sides of my neck, his thumb resting at the hollow of my pulse. He tilts my chin up until I have nowhere to look but at him.
“Little omega.” His thumb strokes once along my jaw. “I will never forget you. The thought of another man’s hands on you—” his grip tightens just slightly, a low sound rumbling in his chest. “Makes me want to tear the world apart.”
My heart slams against my rib cage.
Deep down, I’m projecting onto him because I want nothing more than to feel his tongue push inside me while I grind down against his face and forget, for one night, that I ever have to leave.
“Unzip me.”
He drags the zipper down slowly, his rough fingertips grazing the length of my spine as the fabric parts. I tug the dress down over my hips and let it pool at my feet. I kick it aside along with my heels.
“Fuck,” he mutters. His big, calloused hands slide along my waist, up over my hips, and cup my bare breasts, his thumbs dragging slow circles over my nipples until they stiffen against his palms. “Your thick body and beautiful tits are perfect. For me.”
“Gavin, shush. That’s the liquor talking.”
He grips my hips and lifts me like I weigh nothing, pulling me up against his body until my bare pussy presses flush against the hard ridges of his abs. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. My arms hook around his neck and my legs lock behind his back as he carries me to the bed.
“I’ll keep my shorts on,” he tells me, his voice rough against my throat.
He lays back against the pillows and grips my thighs, dragging me up the length of his chest until my knees bracket his head and my pussy hovers just above his mouth. The warm rush of his breath hits my slick folds, and my thighs tremble.
“Gavin,” I cry out. His tongue hasn’t even left his mouth yet.
“Little omega.” His hands grip the meat of my ass, pulling me down firmly against his face. “Ride it.”
I dig my fingers into his brown hair with one hand and grip the headboard with my free hand.
His tongue darts out and presses flat against my folds before the tip finds my clit and circles it slowly, deliberately, like he has all night and intends to use every second of it.
“Gavin — oh, shit. Oh shit.”
The slow, wet drag of his tongue winds something impossibly tight low in my belly.
He seals his lips around my clit and sucks, and my hips roll forward on their own, grinding down against his mouth.
A year. It had been a full year since anyone had touched me like this.
But even that memory dissolves, because nothing I’ve ever felt compares to this — to him.
There’s something about being taken apart by your fated mate.
Every stroke of his tongue sends pleasure crackling up my spine like a live wire.
“Gavin, I’m coming already —”
“Such a good little omega.” The words vibrate against my clit and I shatter, my thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm tears through me in rolling waves. My hips stutter and grind, chasing every last pulse of it against his tongue.
He groans against my flesh, the sound deep and hungry, his grip on my ass tightening as he pulls me harder onto his mouth and licks up my slick through every shuddering aftershock.
“So fucking delicious.” His tongue traces slow, lazy strokes through my folds, gathering everything I’ve given him. “Give me more of your slick.”
I glance over my shoulder and I’m instantly mesmerized.
His free hand has pushed his shorts down just enough to free his cock, and he strokes himself in long, unhurried pulls — his fist sliding from root to tip over his long, thick, heavily veined length.
My eyes catch the swell of his knot at the base, and I force my gaze away.
I can’t think about that right now. It could trigger my pheromones. I can’t have that.
My brows shoot up anyway. Was I supposed to take that inside me if we were ever together?
He reads my mind. “You can take my cock,” he says against my inner thigh, his breath hot on my slick-soaked skin. “And you will. Just not tonight.” He turns his head and drives his tongue directly into my entrance, pressing deep, curling slightly as he works it in and out in slow, thorough strokes.
The sound that leaves me is embarrassing. My hips rock back against his face, fucking myself on his tongue as more slick gushes over his bearded cheeks and chin, coating his jaw.
“All mine,” he mutters against my core, the words reverberating into me.
I know he doesn’t mean that. It’s fine. It’s the liquor talking.
His lips find my clit again, and he nips at it, just a graze of teeth, before sucking hard, his tongue flicking fast and relentless underneath.
“I’m coming, Sasha,” he roars against my flesh, his hips snapping up into his own fist, his whole body going rigid beneath me.
The sound of it, the raw desperation in his voice, detonates another orgasm through me.
I cry out sharply, my thighs shaking, my whole body clenching and releasing in waves as I grind against his mouth and ride it out.
I feel the hot splash of his release hit my lower back, thick and warm, another stripe painting up toward my shoulder as his hips jerk through his finish.
“Damn,” he breathes, chest heaving. “I’ve never come that hard before.”
I ease off his glistening, satisfied, devastatingly sexy face.
My legs are barely functional. Gavin pulls me down into his arms, tucking me against his broad chest. His cum is sticky and warm against my back and splattered all over my braids.
His chest is slick with it too, where I press against him, but his arms wrap around me like he doesn’t care even slightly.
“Tomorrow we’ll pick up your things from the camper so you can move in here,” he murmurs into my hair, his voice already going slow and thick with sleep. “I will keep you safe.” He trails off.
What the fuck? The man’s clearly delirious.
Early the next morning, I gently peel his hand away from my boob and slip out of my mate’s embrace. My gaze travels over his sculpted, muscular frame. Somewhere along the line, he’d taken off his shorts. I wonder if he sleeps naked.
Sasha, mind out of the gutter. Get your things and get out.
I gather my dress and stilettos from the floor and slip into the bathroom.
After relieving myself, I pull my dress on. No time to look in the mirror; I wash my hands and cautiously glance out the door. So far, the coast is clear. I exhale. I glance back at him sleeping so peacefully. I snatch up my purse, lock the door behind me, and slip out of his house.
I have to finish what brought me to Lupton—and then leave.
Once back at the camper, I notice I have only four scent suppressants left.
My new prescription should arrive in a few days.
I must keep my distance from Gavin. On the way back to Charleston, I’ll stop at a heat camp to get through my heat.
No nesting this time. A tear trails down my cheek. I need to nest.
Saturday night, I meet Jenny at Torpedo.
It’s a nightclub on the other side of town.
It’s a laid-back atmosphere with a live band.
The crowd is diverse. Several people sit at tables smoking hookahs.
The VIP section is roped off with bottles of champagne resting on ice in buckets.
If I were home in Charleston, I’d be in the VIP section.
Well, that was before my career was ruined.
A sea of people move to the beat on the dance floor.
Just the kind of scene I like. I couldn’t imagine Gavin going to a lounge or club.
“Do you like?” Jenny asks.
We’re both wearing cute, tiny mini dresses. Jenny’s dark tresses are pulled up into a high ponytail. My honey golden brown braids are styled in a low bun.
“Yes, I love it. Let’s get drinks, then to the dance floor,” I say as I swing my hips to the beat.
Jenny and I down our first cocktails. Picking up our second cocktails, we sway our hips to the beat.