17. Gus
17
GUS
My stomach is full.
My heart even more so.
And my dick is rock hard.
That last part is going to have to wait though.
Margeaux shifts, repositioning her head on my shoulder as the late, great Robin Williams fills the screen, muttering, “The son of a bitch stole my line.” I tighten my arm around her, even though I know the only thing coming up is the end credits, but I can’t help myself. I understand Robin and Will’s sentiment more now than ever.
I gotta go see about a girl…
Except, my girl is right here in my arms. Right where she should be. Right where I want to keep her.
The credits start to roll, and I know we have to move. If for no other reason than to shift this raging hard-on. The one that’s been begging for relief since Margeaux curled up into me and started dragging her hand along the inside of my thigh about halfway through the movie. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she did it on purpose just to tease me.
Hell, maybe she did .
“They need to make a sequel,” Margeaux comments, lazily circling my kneecap with her finger. Desire shoots straight through me, and now I’m convinced she’s doing it on purpose.
“Why? Best movie ever made, hands down. They don’t need to go ruining it with a sequel.”
Popping up, her red hair mussed from lying against me, Margeaux gives me an incredulous look. “You don’t want to know what happened with Will and Skylar?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever put much thought into it.”
Which is the truth. To me this movie isn’t about them. It’s about Will, figuring out who he is and for the first time in his life having the strength to do something for himself. Stand up for himself. Sure, part of that was about going and getting the girl. But not all of it.
Clearly, Margeaux disagrees.
“And it’s not the best movie ever made. That’s Shawshank , thank you.”
I nod. Okay, I’ll give her that one. There’s no competing against Morgan Freeman.
“ Shawshank excluded, best movie ever made,” I counter, trying to pull her back into me. She’s not that far away, but I miss the feel of her body pressed against mine. “And hands down Robin Williams at his best. Well, this and Mrs. Doubtfire .”
“Haven’t seen it.”
Record scratch…
I blink, hard, trying to process what she just said. I’m blinded by the beauty staring back at me for a second, my brain unable to compute.
“Did…did you just say that you’ve never seen Mrs. Doubtfire ?”
She nods. “It was before my time. ”
“Before—” I cut myself off, my brain still trying to catch up.
How is that possible? And then it hits me. We’re not the same age. She’s the same age as my baby sister, who is quite a bit younger than I am. And has potentially only been exposed to a number of things because she has six older brothers. Whereas Margeaux is the oldest in her family.
“I can see that ten-year age difference working its way through your brain right now.”
Hauling her into my lap, I capture the squeak she lets out as I kiss her hard. Ten fucking years. Damn, do I owe Milo an apology. For all the shit I gave him about Brenna being too young, and what he could possibly have in common or see in someone that much younger than him. And here I am, the most perfect woman I’ve ever met, nestled in my lap, with almost as big of an age gap.
And the only thing that matters in this moment is keeping her here. And getting her naked.
“Yeah, that might have slipped my mind,” I admit. The fact that I ended up her boss became a much bigger issue than the fact that there were a few years between us.
“It’s only a thing if we make it one.” Winding her arms around my neck, she swivels her hips, an impish look taking over, as her core grinds against my cock. “This, however, is definitely a thing.”
I yank her down into me, making sure she can feel every hard inch as I steal a kiss. She wants to tease and taunt? Well, two can play this game. I swat at her backside, causing her to gasp as my hand makes contact, her cheeks tingeing pink. Oh, my girl likes that.
That’s all Margeaux needs, her mouth on mine in no time flat. Despite the heat from her movements, she tastes sweet, the lingering spiciness from dinner a brief afterthought on her tongue. It’s more than enough to take over all my senses, helping me get lost in her. In us.
We continue to make out like two teenagers, mouths fused together, hands grasping at whatever we can find. Each time she moves, rubbing against my dick, I have to fight back the urge to take her right here. But as good as it’s going to be when we get to that point, the getting to that point is just as much fun.
Sliding my hands up her back, I take her shirt with me, pulling away from her long enough to pull it over her head. She shivers from the cool air hitting her skin, licking her lips as she looks down at me. The silky material of her purple bra on smooth skin is like a siren song, calling my name, and I want to dive headfirst into her tits and never resurface.
I start to reach around her to unclasp her bra, but she stops me. “Dishes.”
What?!
Reading my mind, Margeaux continues. “We still have dishes.”
Fuck me…
Margeaux wasn’t kidding earlier when she said she got enough food for an army. We made a dent in it, but there was still plenty left over. My brothers will be thrilled when they get home later and find the leftovers in the fridge. However, she’s also correct that we opted to ignore the dishes in favor of the movie and cuddles. I was too eager to get her in my arms to deal with pots and pans.
Something I’m still on board with.
“Leave them.”
“We can’t…”
“We can. Because I’m not done making things dirty.”
Fire flares in her eyes, her impish smile morphing into something all-out naughty. Desire rushes through me as I watch her reaction, the flush of her skin traveling upward toward her cheeks, her tits still calling my name.
“Is that so?” she counters. “Who said you were in charge?”
Fuck me…
Pure lust takes over, and every animal desire I’ve ever felt resurfaces, as Margeaux bites down on her lip, winking at me. Throwing her head back, she lets her beautiful red hair cascade backward, pushing her chest forward. I flex my hands against her hips, starting to run them up her sides when she stops me.
“Uh-uh…” she taunts.
With another wink, she runs her hands up along her front, cupping her breasts, slowly running her finger along the cups of her bra. My mouth waters, my dick twitching, straining against the confines of my pants, wanting to break free. The teasing doesn’t last long, thankfully, as Margeaux reaches behind and unclasps her bra, ridding herself of the garment.
I suck in a breath, overwhelmed by the sight. You’d think I’d never seen a naked woman before based on the way my body was reacting right now. But there is something about this moment—about this woman—that has me on edge like none other. That I never want to leave.
Her nipples pebble under my touch as I run my thumbs over them, her responsiveness to me making me feel like the king of the world. There’s so much I want to do. Say. But Margeaux has other ideas.
Grabbing my hands, she squeezes, her tits melding into my palm. She moans, rocking into my erection and leaning in for a kiss. One that I feel so deep I just about come as her tongue meets mine. Fuck, this woman has my number.
Reaching between us, she palms my cock, pressing against it, the friction eliciting another groan .
“I think it’s time we did something about this,” she says, her voice low and sultry.
Fire and ice flow through my veins as Margeaux slides down my body, pushing my knees wide and settling between them. I’m frozen—paralyzed by lust and amazement—watching this redheaded siren unbuckle my pants and slide them over my hips. I’ve never been the type of guy to let the woman take the lead. But with Margeaux, I can’t help it. Not only is there no stopping her, I don’t want to.
This woman owns me. Wholly. Completely.
Licking her lips, Margeaux slides my boxer briefs out of the way, my cock springing free. The momentary relief I feel is quickly replaced by something else though. Something better. Something exquisite. So unbelievably out of this world, there are no words for it.
Margeaux’s mouth.
I curse, slamming my fist against the couch cushion, my hips buckling under the immense pleasure. Margeaux chuckles, the vibration from her laughter thrumming through my dick and down my spine as she continues her efforts, not letting up. Fuck. I can already feel my orgasm starting to build and she’s barely touched me. At the rate she’s going, she’s going to suck the soul straight from my body.
When she looks up at me, Margeaux and I lock eyes, and I know I’m done for. Her emerald-green irises are full of all sorts of naughty ideas, her tongue running along the underside of my dick. My hips buck again, and all I can do is think of kissing the smirk that is forming on her face right off her. Her smirk disappears though as she takes me back in her mouth fully, her gaze never leaving mine. Increasing her efforts, she moans, and my head starts to spin. I’ve lost all hope of regaining control of the moment, so I let go, losing myself in pleasure. In the buzz that she’s sending through me .
“Margeaux…I’m…fuck!” I exclaim, reaching down and running my hands through her hair.
My orgasm slams into me, my hips bucking hard, lifting me off the couch. Margeaux isn’t fazed, moving right along with me, one hand wrapping around my thigh, the other on my cock, taking everything I’m giving her. I see stars, my vision going hazy and my pulse skyrocketing.
Holy hell.
I don’t wait for anything to subside, the aftershocks of my climax still rippling through my muscles as I pull my girl back into my lap, kissing her hard. Harder than I think I ever have before. Her sweet taste is still there, but now it’s mixed with something else. Me. And fuck—does that light a whole new fire in me. One that could combust at any moment.
The raging inferno is one Margeaux feels too. We’re a jumble of limbs, our mouths fused together, grasping for whatever piece of each other we can get. But it isn’t enough. I need her. Need to taste her.
I flip her over, pinning her to the couch, the same way she had me a moment ago. I have her pants off in a flash, my focus on one thing and one thing only. Getting my mouth on her. I’m a man possessed at this point, and I don’t care who knows it.
Lowering myself between her thighs, I don’t bother with all the normal niceties. I don’t caress inside her knees, or place sweet kisses at the apex of her thighs. Judging by the wetness staring back at me, none of it is needed.
Still, there’s a part of me that can’t help myself.
“Look at how wet you are…just from sucking my cock,” I growl.
Running my middle fingers through her pussy, I avoid her clit, opening her up to me, making Margeaux suck in a harsh breath. She’s teetering on the same edge she had me on earlier—the one I’m still on if we’re honest—and my dick is hard all over again seeing her like this. Knowing that she’s wet and wanton just from getting me off.
“Gus…” she pleads.
That’s all I need.
Margeaux cries out as my tongue hits her clit, the sound music to my ears. I continue to focus where I know she’s the most sensitive—nibbling, licking, sucking—alternating spots to keep her on edge. Each swivel of her hips or squeeze of her hand in my hair spurs me on even more, telling me where she wants it and how to up my game.
But I need more. I need her to come.
So I double down.
Turning my focus solely to her clit, I slide two fingers inside her, seeking that secret spot. The one that will send her reeling. The one I’m pretty sure only I know about.
I tap it twice. Boom!
“Gus!”
Margeaux explodes, screaming my name so that it echoes off every surface of the room. The sting from her grip on my hair is nothing compared to the desire coursing through me as her orgasm floods my mouth, my tongue trying to keep up. Her body is taut, tight as her muscles seize, but I don’t let up, pleasuring her until she’s grasping at me. Trying to pull me up.
“I need you,” she whispers.
“I’m right here.”
“Closer…”
I press my forehead to hers, my heart aching with the same emotion. One I can’t name, but so strong and overwhelming at the same time that there’s nothing to do but let it take over. I need her too. Closer.
Arms tighten around my neck, lips press softly to mine, the tender moment taking over. The intense silence, filled with nothing but our heavy mingled breathing, a sweet symphony all its own. One that only we understand.
And it’s still not enough.
I need more of her. All of her.
“I need you,” she says again, this time with more urgency. “Inside me. Now.”
In the time it takes to blink, I’m back in the sitting position on the couch, Margeaux in my lap, straddling me. Her perfect tits are at eye level, my mouth watering, wanting to reach out and take one in my mouth. Lowering herself slightly, she runs her pussy along my cock, moaning.
Fuuuuuck…
I’m not far from her. It wouldn’t take much. A quick realignment. A simple thrust. We’d be right there. Ready to go.
Only one thing missing.
“We need?—”
“No.”
No?!
I stop, that very heavy word hanging in the air like a dense fog. No? No…what?
“I mean…” Her words are breathless, rushed. “We don’t need…unless you want…”
Margeaux’s chest heaves, the emotion in her eyes deep and meaningful. My soul perks up, coming to life, hearing everything she’s saying and everything she’s not. All that her words are telling me. All that’s being said, even when left unspoken.
We’ve already had the safe-sex conversation. After Savannah, we both confessed to being tested recently—even though neither of us had been active—and she showed off her birth control. As if I wasn’t going to take her word. We’d both agreed that if we ever felt that we were at the point that we wanted to go without, we’d say so. Until then, it would be our default standard.
I run my thumb along her cheek, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. I want her to know I share the sentiment. That I’m in this with her. And more. That whatever she wants, it’s hers. I don’t care if anyone thinks it’s too fast. I’m all in.
“Your call, baby.”
She answers me with a kiss. And it’s the only answer I’ll ever need.
Lining us up, I grab hold of her hips and position myself at her entrance. I keep her there for a moment, savoring it. Margeaux whimpers, ready for more, so I give her what she wants, lowering her the rest of the way.
Margeaux gasps, her pussy squeezing my dick, and I pause, relishing the moment. The feel of her. The rightness of it all. Because with the two of us like this, all is right with the world. Nothing else exists. Not time, not work, not the world. It all falls away. There is only her and me. Us.
And then she moves.
I hiss, trying to hold back as my body heats up. Every one of my nerve endings is standing at attention, every synapse ready to fire at will. But more than that—more than the sheer physical bliss coursing through my body—is the other part. The part I can’t name.
The air crackles around us, time slowing even more. I pull Margeaux in for a kiss, letting our bodies do the talking. We’re a mess of limbs and movement as we find our rhythm, a tune and melody only we know. One only we can play.
“Gus…”
My name is like a prayer, a plea sent out into the night, seeking something that only I can deliver. Her voice is raspy, sending a chill through me, making me want to give her the whole world on a silver platter .
“I’m here, baby.”
She drags her nails down my pecs, and we lock eyes. “I’m close.”
“We can fix that…”
I slide down, angling my hips to thrust upward into her. Margeaux shouts, my movement catching her off guard, those same nails that had been lightly scratching my skin a moment ago now digging in.
“Together!” she demands.
Together…
“You want to feel me come inside you…while you’re coming on my cock…is that what you’re saying?” I ask, thrusting into her hard.
“Yes!” she screams. “Fuck, please…”
I pick up the pace, bucking furiously underneath her now. Margeaux takes it—all of it—her nails still drilling into my flesh, the pain a turn-on I didn’t know I had. I smack her ass, causing her to lunge forward and bury her head in my shoulder. Her pussy starts to spasm around my cock, and I can feel my orgasm start to build.
But it’s not enough.
I need to push her over the edge.
I need for my girl to fall apart.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Use my cock. Ride me.”
“Gus…”
I slip my hand between us, finding her clit. I can feel how close she is. That at any second she’s going to detonate. And when she goes, I’ll go.
Together.
“Come for me, baby.”
I circle her clit, thrusting into her hard. Once, twice, a third time.
“Faaaaaaa…”
Margeaux explodes. Tossing her head back, a primal noise rips from her lungs, her pussy clamping down on me. And I’m done for.
My entire body seizes, lightning shooting down my spine and out my extremities. Fireworks shoot off around us, my own roar filling the air. It’s all I can do to hold on to Margeaux, not wanting to let her go. To let us go. Of the moment, and who I know we’ve become in it.
Silence surrounds us again, our heavy breath still the only thing filling the space. Only this time, instead of anticipation, it’s calm. A soothing, tranquil safety that comes only in the arms of your person.
And Margeaux Finnegan is my person. My girl.
Without a doubt.
Burying her head into my neck, Margeaux starts to giggle, her breath tickling my skin.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, shifting her to try and see her face.
Sitting up, she looks at me, a silly grin spreading wide. “Before your brothers left, Hux told me the house was ours for the night and to, err… have at it . I don’t think this is what he had in mind.” She giggles again, hand flying to cover her mouth.
I smile, pulling her in for a kiss. For a quick second, I debate whether I should tell her, which is stupid of me. Of course I should. I have every intention of making her last name Hayes, so she’s going to find out.
“Oh, it’s exactly what he meant. We’re not even the first people to have had sex on this couch.” Margeaux’s eyes go wide. Wait ’til she hears this next part. “In fact, we have this sectional because Hux broke the last couch, having sex on it.”
“Does he not have a bedroom?” she asks, half sarcastically.
“He does. It’s directly above this room, and has a big ol’ king-size bed in it. Most of his female company don’t make it back to the house at all, and if they do, well…not to his bedroom.”
I leave out the part about how Milo and I have a theory that the reason behind all this is because the other half of that bed is secretly reserved for Dolly. The one woman we know has been in that bed—although only platonically. Something we think Hux wishes it wasn’t. But that’s not something I need to go into with Margeaux now. Not while I still have her naked.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
She walks her fingers up my bare chest, running them along my clavicle. “I assume you have a bedroom? A bed?”
Oh, my pretty girl…
“I do. Being the oldest means I got the big room, with the en suite. So I don’t have to share a bathroom. Are you saying you want to see it?”
“Very much.”